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lizardboiii · 1 month

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Breaking up ┃One Piece Pt. 1

Scenario: Having a huge fight with your bf which ultimately leads one of you to saying something you regret.

"I wish I never met you."

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro x Fem!reader

cw: 18+, SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, vulgar language

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Monkey D. Luffy

“You never even treat me like we're together!”

You were at your breaking point, figuratively and literally. In the last three months that you and Luffy had been together, not once did he change the way he acted towards you. It felt as if you were still just Luffy’s nakama. Well today that was all going to change. You had a plan.

It took some convincing, but you finally managed to get Nami and Ussop to help you set up a romantic dinner in the Sunny’s crow’s nest. Two of Luffy’s favorite things, food and you. It was perfect.

With preparations taken care of, you waited patiently for Luffy to arrive. Your aforementioned captain was currently exploring the island you were stopped at. But with the sun starting to set, he'd be back for dinner any minute now.

So you waited.

And waited.

And waited….

You waited till the candles were near burnt out. Waited till the food went ice cold. Waited till your eyes stung from holding back tears.

Monkey D. Luffy had stood you up.

Your own boyfriend.

Slamming the napkin delicately placed across your lap onto the table, you pushed yourself to your feet. Humiliation creeped its way up your neck. Never in your life have you ever felt so worthless.

Holding back hiccups, you dragged yourself out of the crow’s nest and away from the undisturbed meal. What was Nami going to think? All that preparation for nothing. You clenched your hands into tight fists. The next time you see Luffy you swear you were going to-

“y/n!”

You spun on your heel to face the familiar voice. Luffy’s face smiled brightly at you, blinding you more than the moonlight. It was almost enough for you to forgive him. Almost.

“Wait up!”

Scoffing, you glared at his cheery form before turning away from him. All you wanted was a shower, not excuses.

Luffy caught up with your silently seething form with ease, spinning around you like top. He pranced around as if he were a crow and you his shiny treasure. Your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

Try as you might, eventually you gave into his pestering, voice sharp as nails, “What do you want, Luffy?”

Luffy’s grin widened despite your tone, “Sorry I couldn't make it, y/n. There was a festival in town, you should have come. There was an all you can eat buffet, Tra-guy and Jaggy were there too!” He scratched his chin, “Maybe next time you can invite everyone else so we can all eat together again!”

Your eye twitched, “Why would I invite the whole crew to our date?”

“Date?”

You stopped in your tracks, “Yes, date. You know the ones you're supposed to take your girlfriend out on? That kind?”

You could practically see the gears turning in his head at your reply.

“But I have multiple girlfriends?” “WHAT?”

“Ya! You, Robin, Nami,” Luffy used his fingers to count, “Oh, and Vivi!”

You face palmed, “Not “girl” friends, Luffy. A “girlfriend”. Someone who’s more,” You reached for Luffy’s hand, “Special.”

“But all my friends are special,” Luffy pouted, gingerly returning your touch.

Laughing, you shook your head, “I know. But…It's a different type of special. It's when you wanna hold their hand, and you wanna be near them no matter what,” You met his confused gaze, “It's someone you love.”

“Then why would I wanna do that with you?”

“Huh?”

It felt like your body hit a brick wall. Every word ripped from your throat. He was joking right? It was a sick joke but a joke no less.

“I don’t think I love you.”

You blinked in confusion before choking out a response, “T-Thats okay. Sometimes it takes a while to realize you love someone. It's not immediate.”

Luffy hummed, “I'm not sure I even want a “girlfriend”, y/n.”

A nervous laughter erupted from your throat, “Luffy, what are you talking about?” It felt like your heart might leap out of your chest.

“I like how my friends are now. I don't need a “girlfriend”. I have my Nakama. I have you.”

The world suddenly stopped spinning, and only for a moment the ocean quieted and the breeze hushed. Then, as if nothing happened, the world began to turn as normal, leaving behind your hollowed out body.

"...what?"

Cheeky smiled, Luffy repeated his words as if it was only the news, "I don't need a "girlfriend" I have a crew!"

The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly filled with rage. First, he stood you up. Now? Now, he wants to pretend you guys aren't even dating!?

“Luffy, we're dating! What are you talking about? I asked you out almost three months ago!” You snapped, “Why did you even say yes to me if you didn't want a "girlfriend"?”

“I don't know,” He cocked his head to the side, “I just thought you wanted to be closer friends.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “What?”

Luffy shifted in his sandals, clearly uncomfortable, “I thought you wanted to be my “girl” friend, not my “girlfriend”.”

“Are you joking?” Your skin felt red hot as if your whole being was ablaze, “You thought I wanted to be your “girl” friend!? Did it ever once occur to you that friends don't hold each other’s hands!?”

Luffy quickly retracted his hand from your grip, scratching his head in thought, “Not really.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn't tell if you were laughing or crying at this point, “This whole time you never thought we were together? Ever?!”

“I guess we are a bit closer than everyone else,” Luffy’s brows furrowed in thought.

“A bit?” You ran your fingers through your hair, “We spend every waking moment together! I've confided in you, you've confided with me. You know things about me no one else does!”

To his credit, Luffy looked ashamed, “I’m sorry, y/n. I guess…I just never noticed how you really felt.”

You rolled your tear filled eyes, “Obviously.”

“I can try if you want-”

“Forget it, Luffy,” You held your hands up in defeat, “Just forget it. Whatever you thought was going on here is over.”

Luffy grabbed your arm, “What! I don't want that!”

“You don't seem to want a lot of things,” You shrugged his grip off, “Including me.”

“y/n.”

You wiped your face clear of tears.

“We're done, Lu.”

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Roronoa Zoro

"Do I need to be a sword just to get a minute of your attention!?"

Three hundred seventy-six, three hundred seventy-seven, three hundred seventy-eight-

“Are you still counting?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, mom.”

Zoro ignored your annoyed response, preferring to continue his push ups below you. Huffing, you rested your chin on your hand. He had been going at this for hours now. You were starting to feel nauseous as your form jostled every time Zoro went up and down with you on his back.

“How much longer?”

Zoro grunted, “When I reach two thousand.”

“Two thousand!?”

Your sudden shout made Zoro shoot up quickly, knocking you off balance. Your criss-crossed form easily flew from Zoro’s back to the ground below. You fell hard, slamming your shoulder into the wood floor.

Hissing, you rubbed your now sore arm, “What the hell, Zoro!?”

“Shit.”

The moss head was quick to his feet, offering you a hand, “Dammit, you should've been more careful.”

You snatched his extended hand and scoffed, “I wasn't the one who moved so suddenly.”

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro continued to hold your hand, “I wasn't the one complaining so loudly.”

“I can’t help it. We’ve been here all day,” You played with his larger fingers, “Plus, you promised you'd explore the island with me today.”

You could hear Zoro grumble under his breath before sighing loudly, “Training is more important right now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What, why?"

Your thoughts raced around in your head to find a reason for Zoro's sudden uptightness. You were quick to settle on striking golden eyes and a small dagger. Dracule Mihawk. He and Zoro had put on quite the show only weeks ago.

Rubbing Zoro's palm, you quirked a brow, "Are you still hung up about that Mihawk guy beating you?”

“I'm not hung up.”

You flinched at Zoro’s tone, “You clearly are.”

Quickly dropping your hand, Zoro turned away from you, “Listen it doesn't even matter what you think. You wouldn't understand. You're not a swordsman.”

“I'm not a swordsman but I'm definitely your girlfriend,” you snapped at his back.

“Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean you can control my training.”

“Just because you're a swordsman doesn't mean you can just dismiss me.”

The room filled with a silence thick enough to cut with a sword. You thought you might drown on land. Staring into Zoro's rigid back, you tried to manifest any form of response from him.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, Zoro rolled his shoulders and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat at his expression. It was dark, almost...menacing. It was a gaze he normally reserved scum marines and enemy pirates alike, but never for you.

“You're the one who's dismissing me!”

A forced laugh erupted from your mouth, “How am I dismissing you, moss head?” You crossed the space between the two of you, “By telling you to take one measly break?”

Zoro’s eyes bore into your own as if trying to find his next words. Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his bare chest, “Do you see this?”

You tensed at the feeling of the scar tissue, Mihawk.

“This...this scar is why I have to be stronger. For the crew. For Luffy,” Zoro squeezed your hand, “For you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Zoro, I didn't-”

“Maybe we should break up.”

You paused, mouth stuck open in shock, “...what?”

It felt like you had swallowed glass, pins and needles running down your esophagus into your stomach. But the glass still wasn't enough to fill the large pit beginning to form.

Gently, Zoro pushed your hand away from him, “This relationship,” he took a deep breath, “Might be too much of a distraction.”

You never really understood when people said it felt like their heart was being ripped out of their chest. But now? It felt like your whole chest cavity had been removed.

Slowly, hot tears began to cascad down your rosied cheeks, “You think I'm a distraction?”

Zoro paused, his internal conflicted evident on his face, “...yes.”

You clenched your teeth together tightly, “Screw you, Zoro! I can barely get you to pay attention to me when someone even mentions the word “sword” but I'm the distraction?!” You jammed a finger into his chest, avoiding his scar, “If you needed an excuse to break up with me so badly you could've at least chosen a good one!”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Zoro favored staring at the ground, “But if I want to be the greatest swordsman I can't be with you.” His hand captured the one buried in his chest, "Not yet at least."

You ripped your hand away from him, "If not now, then never." Your eyes searched Zoro's, looking for any sign of regret, "Choose, Zoro."

"Its over, y/n," Massive arms pulled you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry."

Clutching onto him, you sobbed silently. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just have both?

"I love you."

“Fuck you.”

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kivino · 6 months

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KIVI, YOU SWEET ANGEL YOU.

can you write a price x gn!paramedic!reader where price is on leave, and maybe he gets into a car accident that isn’t too bad so he refuses to go to the hospital, but the cute paramedic keeps insisting on at least checking him out in the ambulance……….. 😋

DOUBLE VISION || JOHN 'BRAVO 0-6' PRICE X PARAMEDIC!GN!READER

Word counter – ~1.9k

Tags/Warnings – mentions of car crash, intoxication, medical examinations, fluff, first meeting, and lack of medical professionalism, lmao.

A/n – PLSS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKIE, IT TOOK ME A HOT MINUTE TO GET TO THE REQUEST I’M SORRY MWAH. also credits for the name go to @mockerycrow as well, they’re a genious and have the biggest brain out of the two of us.

ao3 link for this fic

It’s always a slow process for John - getting used to the slow, civilian ways when he finally gets his leaves approved. When he spends so much time on the field, more often than not he starts to forget about “the other side” of life. Lack of noise, mundane mornings, and silent nights come and with them, the all-encompassing feeling of loneliness starts to set in his gut. John gets reminded about the lack of anyone’s presence in his life. No one is waiting for him back home, and no one will probably be any time soon, with how work takes over most of his free time. And then the captain remembers he’s not getting any younger.

Of course, he had plenty of experience and relationships before, but none of them lasted until now when his hair was already graying and wrinkles were starting to riddle his face here and there. John wasn’t insecure about his age, no, because that would be foolish, really, rather it was the fact that he had no one to share with all the years that were ahead of him.

What John also had a hard time getting used to was driving the busy streets of London with its crazy drivers after months of not getting behind the wheel, which brings him to this moment. Well, it really was on him for trying to get somewhere after happy hour in all the pubs in the area ended, he should’ve probably anticipated some drunk idiot would want to drive back home today. John wasn’t in the right headspace at the moment to fill out all the paperwork and figure out who was in the wrong. His thoughts were far away from here. Probably all the impact from the airbag and the hit.

He’s had it worse before, of course, so some bruises and scratches here and there wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. John felt some pulsing pain in his knee, making it harder to stand upright, and a bit of an ache in his neck from the whiplash, but again, it wasn’t as bad as getting thrown into the wall by an explosion or falling out of a damn helicopter.

So now he has to spend the whole evening working out things with the police and that drunk idiot who bumped into him, freezing his ass off in the rain. Just perfect. John feels a surge of annoyance and exhaustion wash over him, he pinches his brow, letting out an impatient sigh. Cops have arrived on the scene already and started examining the two collided vehicles, after putting around some traffic cones so some other lucky fellas don’t decide to join in on the fun. From his spot on the sidewalk, John can also see the paramedics, who had to get involved because as soon as cops started questioning that drunk guy, he decided to scrunch into himself and show the world all the contents of his stomach. As if it needed to get even more complicated than it already was.

“Excuse me, sir? You’re the other…driver involved in the accident?” John suddenly hears a voice, a bit on the quiet side, which brings him out of his thoughts that involve strangling somebody in a variety of different ways. And oh, his nights instantly become tens, if not thousands of times better when he sees the owner of said voice.

Judging by the identifying markings you were a paramedic, and a very cute one at that, with your dull green uniform and a big jacket on, brows tied together in a concerned expression. Oh, and your eyes, they looked absolutely lovely in the low streetlights. Price is taken aback for the moment, forgetting every word in his vocabulary. He feels his heart starting to beat faster, blood flowing through his veins so fast he’s sure if it wasn’t for the evening darkness he’d most likely resemble a tomato. But then John realizes he must say something because just staring at you would just make him seem like some old creep. And he absolutely didn’t want that.

“Yes, that would be me.” He speaks up after clearing his throat. You nod to that, attentive gaze still on him. John then adds on after a short pause, which took him to let out a deep sigh. “You need me for anything?” Anything. Something. Please.

“Just checking up.” John feels his heart melt at that small smile that grazes your lips, making it obvious you’re satisfied with his answer. “You seem to be holding up better than the other driver.” You joke in an attempt to either lighten up the mood, which John appreciates, or to calm yourself a bit. It didn’t escape him how you seemed a little shaky. It was Friday night, so today’s shift might have been rough on you. Always the Friday nights.

“Well, anyone would hold up better than that bloke.” He jokes with a bit of abandon, a low chuckle escaping his lips, as he starts to overthink himself. John suddenly feels like a dumb teenager, which is never a good sign, especially when there is someone he’s interested in right in front of him. Price feels like his laugh is too rough, stance is too relaxed and everything is just a bit too much when your eyes are on him. Oh, he’s so going to embarrass himself.

“True, but let’s not tell him that.” You give a quiet laugh and John’s worries die down a little. Not completely, but enough to let his eyes get glued to your face. “How are you feeling? Is there any abnormal pain, anything unusual or out of the ordinary?” Oh, so you’re the type to get straight to business, huh? Interesting. Price liked that. “If there’s anything wrong we’ll get you right to the hospital.” Price declined when he got asked about the hospital before by another paramedic because there was no way he was going to spend even more time out of his house because of some minor scratches. But if it meant you’ll be there, he’s calling dibs on the seat beside you in the ambulance truck, dear lord.

“My knee’s complaining a bit, love.” John can see your eyes going as big as two shiny coins when you hear that pet name, which, to be fair, slipped out completely unintentionally. However, by the way you instantly light up in another shy smile, he can tell you don’t really mind it, so his nervousness caused by this… “happy accident”, comes down again. “Some bruises, but I’m not about to hold you up because of those.”

“Oh, well, that’s alright, come with me and I can check you out…” You stutter over your words while talking a bit too quickly and once you understand what you said, an annoyed groan comes out of you. Way to embarrass yourself. “I mean, check your knee out in the ambulance, alright?” You again shoot him a smile. Which probably is in vain, since he’s a patient at the moment, and you’re at work, and that’s very much frowned upon, but what can you do? You don’t meet a man like that everywhere. He looks a bit rough around the edges, but that’s part of the charm.

“I’m sure your hands are already full with that hero of the day over there, I’m good.” What. The fuck. Are you doing. John. The only chance he gets to talk to you and he’s blowing it, for fuck’s sake. He didn’t know why he said that. Maybe not to seem desperate in a very self-sabotaging way, but that’s just. Oh, John, you’re too old for playing some damn games with someone you like.

“You know what? I insist.” Your voice is lower and rougher. And when you top it off with another one of your sweet smiles and a gentle touch on his shoulder? John is a gone man. Turning into a much, a putty, if you will. God, for this perfect smile he was ready to smash and repair every single house appliance and pipe in your house.

“Alright then. Anything for you, love, lead the way.” And you did, with your hand resting softly on his back, helping him forward. John wished you would’ve been bolded with your touch, so he could feel more than just a light graze, but still. It felt good.

And then he finds himself in the back of the ambulance truck, this cramped, tiny space making him hold his breath from being so goddamn nervous in your presence. You told him to take a seat while rummaging through some cabinets and various medical bags for something. Seemingly not finding anything that you needed you spoke up to him again.

“Okay, now let me see your knee, sir.” You mumbled while kneeling in front of him, your eyes concentrated on the man. He didn’t mind you calling him sir at all. John was so used to being called that, but right now it just spread that very pleasant warm feeling inside of him.

“Well, I’m not taking my pants off. Not without a dinner first.” Price chuckled, as he tried rolling up one of his pants legs. And, well, his statement wasn’t that far from the truth. The whole deal with examination was a bit awkward to begin with, so he didn’t want to make it even worse.

“I’ll think about it, big guy.” You chuckle, as you finally start looking at his knee, small, feather-light touches sending sparks over Price’s skin. So, you enjoyed teasing him like that, huh? In combination with that nice, sweet smile? Oh, John is sold. He definitely should you invite somewhere while he still has time on his leave. But before he can open his mouth to make a brave offer you speak up again. “Looks like you have a minor sprain in here, your knee’s all swollen. I’ll apply some elastic bandages, that you’re going to have to wear for some time and redo yourself. But overall you seem to be doing good” Price couldn’t help but feel like that last remark wasn’t about his health.

“Yeah. Yeah. That’s all fine with me, love. Do what you have to.” You only nod in response, spending some time rummaging in the cupboards once again and emerging victorious with a roll of elastic bandages in your hands. You return to your previous position in front of John, and adjust his knee with a firm hand, mumbling a quiet “Hold still, please”. Oh, he’d freeze for centuries if you had asked him to. But he does, and as you wrap the bandage around his knee, which just kept pulsing with hot pain, he couldn’t help but admire you. The trained movements, the concentrated gaze, the warm touch…Maybe he really should act on his thoughts. Maybe it’s his chance. Maybe something can work out and this accidental meeting will become…something more.

Price wanted it to become something more.

His imagination ran rampant, picturing you wearing some nice and fancy, in case you do agree on a date. John totally should not be thinking this when you were right there, finally putting some finishing touches on his knee bandaging, so he forced them out of his mind and cleared his throat. Here goes nothing. But before Price can even utter a single sound you’re already being called over by your colleague. Guess he’ll just have to wait until you’re free of your duties, huh?

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cosmicanakin · 5 months

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rainy day in la.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. you're wearing one of vinnie's hoodies and he can't help but express how beautiful you look in his clothing.

contains. fluff, smut, explicit language.

authors note. writer's block is a pain in the fucking ass. but we're back bitches !!!

you were nestled against the headboard of your bed, lazily scrolling through your phone as hera dozed cozily in your lap. soft patters of rain could be heard gently falling outside the windows, the steady rhythm adding to the cozy atmosphere. your furry companion let out a contented sigh in her sleep, and you smiled down at her fondly while scratching behind her ears.

it was rare for LA to see such a heavy downpour, the skies an unusually dark gray for the normally sunny city. you were certainly not complaining, enjoying the excuse to have a lazy, indoor day tucked safely in bed. your fingers wandered absently to the front pocket of the oversized black hoodie you were wearing, trying not to smile too hard as you thought of its rightful owner. it was vinnie’s favorite seattle sweatshirt you had “borrowed” from his closet the other day, hoping it still smelled faintly of his cologne.

pulling the hood up over your head, you inhaled deeply and sighed happily at the lingering traces of vinnie’s scent surrounding you like a comforting hug. the material was worn and soft against your skin, and combined with hera’s comforting weight on your lap it made for the perfect cozy atmosphere for a lazy rainy day. you could hear vinnie talking animatedly in the other room as he streamed, his voice slightly muffled through the walls but still bringing a smile to your face at his enthusiasm and humor.

time passed lazily as you switched between browsing apps on your phone and petting hera, perfectly contented for the foreseeable future. before long though, you started to hear things winding down in the other room, vinnie’s voice growing quieter as the stream came to an end. hera picked her sleepy head up at the sound of approaching footsteps, tail wagging lethargically. the bedroom door opened to reveal vinnie, his face breaking into a blindingly happy grin upon seeing you curled up cozily in bed.

“hey baby,” he greeted warmly, padding over at hera’s insistent tail wags. you returned his smile, heart melting as it always did at his overflowing affection. “hey. stream go well?” vinnie flopped down playfully beside you both, immediately fussing over hera’s silky ears. “yeah, it was chill, played a few rounds with jett and jordan. hope you guys weren't too bored without me.” you rolled your eyes playfully. “we managed to entertain ourselves somehow, don’t worry.”

hera stood and stretched her legs before hopping off the bed, clearly sensing you would both appreciate some alone time now. vinnie’s eyes flickered to your attire, an unreadable expression crossing his features. “is that...my hoodie?” he asked slowly, suddenly seeming uncharacteristically shy as a blush rose on his cheeks. you suddenly felt bashful too under his intense gaze, pulling the drawstrings teasingly. “maybe. found it in the closet and it looked cozy.” his grin turned a shade more playful and hungry.

“it looks way better on you though, i gotta say.” leaning closer until your noses almost touched, he added lowly, “you just look so pretty wearing my clothes, baby.” before you could respond or even register the unexpected compliment fully, vinnie’s lips were on yours, kissing you firmly yet gently. you squeaked in surprise against his lips, hands grasping his hoodie strings in shock before relaxing into the affection. his kisses were always soft yet passionate, somehow conveying all his underlying adoration without words.

you kissed him back fervently, eyes fluttering shut to savor the butterflies his touch always sparked anew within you. vinnie shifted impossibly closer, hand sliding up your neck to cradle your jaw as he deepened the kiss hungrily. a soft moan escaped your throat at the intimacy, head spinning deliciously at his sudden ardor. when you finally parted for air, vinnie traced light pecks along your flushed cheeks and forehead, smile sheepish yet vibrant with undisguised fondness.

“sorry, you just looked so pretty wearing my stuff i couldn’t help myself.” you chuckled, heart, swelling almost uncomfortably full. his honest displays of affection never failed to overwhelm you with joy and self-confidence. running your fingers through the soft hairs at his nape, you tugged him back for another long, lingering kiss, pouring all your wordless adoration into it. vinnie rumbled happily in his chest, embrace growing bolder as he maneuvered you onto your back, settling flush between your thighs.

his insistent kisses soon had you gasping and grasping at his broad shoulders, lost in sensations only he could invoke so thoroughly. when you parted again, vinnie gazed down at you with eyes dark yet piercingly tender, taking your breath away all over again. “i love you,” he murmured, voice raw with sincerity. your own throat grew tight, at the open care and devotion in his words and countenance. “i love you too,” you replied in an undertone, willing your love to shine through as purely in your hushed confession.

vinnie’s beaming smile could have rivaled the sun itself in radiance, illuminated with unbridled affection for you that never ceased to humble and hearten your soul. dipping his head once more, he slanted his lips sweetly, slowly over yours as if to seal that intangible bond binding your hearts and lives inextricably together. the rain pattered calmly on as you lost yourself in his kiss, all external distractions falling away until only you both existed in that singular connection.

eager hands began to roam and explore more hungrily, re-memorizing hidden curves and dips through the familiar layers separating flesh from flesh. a breathy moan sounded when vinnie delicately nipped your bottom lip, granting him immediate entrance to slip his talented tongue inside in a teasing caress. his kisses left you lightheaded and aching for more, a fire igniting low in your belly imploring to be stoked higher.

you scratched lightly at his scalp through soft curls, delighting in the rumbling growl emanating deep within his chest at the intimate contact. vinnie always responded so carnally yet tenderly to your every touch, making you feel cherished yet irresistibly desired all at once. he balanced worshipping and seeking worship so effortlessly it left your head spinning. your wandering palms traced the chiseled planes of his back through his shirt before skimming lower, gripping his flexing backside to grind your heat against his thickening length.

a guttural groan rumbled from his throat, grinding his hardening cock insistently against your clothed core in retaliation. his questing fingers trailed teasingly up your ribs before closing gently around your throbbing breasts, kneading lightly through the layers separating skin from his eager touch. you cried out softly at the twin sensations of pleasure assaulting your heated nerves, chasing the delightful friction between your joined bodies with ever growing desperation.

“baby you feel so fucking good,” vinnie grounds out, releasing your kiss-swollen lips to mouth hotly along the length of your throat. your answering moan was wantonly loud at the stimulation of the skin on hot skin, arching invitingly into his talented mouth as he sucked purple marks into the delicate flesh. his large palms continued massaging your aching mounds before slipping lower, fingertips dancing along the hem of your stolen sweatshirt to graze the soft skin beneath teasingly.

you keened high in your throat at the electrified tingles racing across your flesh, tangling your fingers in vinnie’s soft curls to guide his greedy mouth back up to claim your lips once more. his tongue dueled ardently with yours as his palms finished hiking the oversized hoodie up your torso, calloused fingers rediscovering every curve and dip of your torso. your nipples pebbled tightly at the chilled air hitting your now bare skin, aching desperately for his touch once more.

as if sensing your need, vinnie palmed your breasts, simultaneously sucking your bottom lip between his teeth to tug playfully. you gasped at the sensation, arching higher into the cage of his massive frame with abandon. vinnie’s low groan of approval sent fresh heat spiraling low in your belly, hips canting needily up in search of friction. his deft touch rolled and pinched your delicate buds expertly, coaxing breathy cries of bliss from your parted lips with each practiced twist and caress.

just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore electrified pleasure, vinnie surprised you by trailing open-mouthed kisses lower, tracing a path down your throat, between your breasts, stopping to lavish extra attention on your aching nipples. hot tears pricked your eyes at the sheer bliss of his hot mouth closing around one tiny peak, flicking his tongue determinedly as his calloused palm rolled the twin bud tantalizingly. the sensations were almost unbearably exquisite, limbs trembling uncontrollably as climax approached fiercely.

“vinnie,” you gasped brokenly, carding your fingers urgently through his hair to hold him impossibly closer against your heaving chest.

he hummed approvingly against your tender flesh, sending delicious vibrations all the way to your core. he switched his eager mouth to your other longing peak, lavishing equal attention until you were keening deliriously beneath him.

“you’re so perfect,” he breathed hotly, kissing a path lower still until stopping to meet your desperate gaze. his eyes shone with unrestrained longing and adoration that stole what little breath remained in your lungs. “can i taste you, sweet girl?”

you could only whimper and nod frantically, beyond coherent words in your haze of need. vinnie didn’t hesitate, grasping the waistband of your biker shorts and panties in one large hand to tug down your legs with practiced efficiency. cool air caressed your bare heat for mere moments before his scalding mouth replaced the void, licking a broad stripe directly up your dripping slit.

“oh!” you cried out piercingly, back arching off the mattress at the exquisitely electric contact. vinnie hummed approvingly, swirling his tongue around your throbbing clit in tight, teasing circles. your hands flew to grasp at his soft hair desperately, bucking helplessly into his greedy mouth as ecstasy ricocheted through every vein.

he lapped eagerly at your slick folds, greedily drinking in your essence like a man dying of thirst. his finger toyed teasingly at your clenching entrance, just barely grazing inside to elicit high-pitched keens of pure bliss. vinnie swirled his gifted tongue expertly around your swollen bud, sucking it between his lips to lavish intoxicating suction before parting to trace figure eights in long, languid strokes.

white hot pleasure spiraled impossibly higher with each practiced stroke of his talented muscle, muscles contracting tightly in your impending release. “vinnie, i’m so close,” you whimpered, fingers tugging pleadingly at his hair. he groaned appreciatively against your weeping core, the vibrations shooting straight to your tightening core.

fingers curled expertly inside your clasping walls in tandem with his tireless oral ministrations, coaxing you fluidly over the precipice with unparalleled skill. colors exploded violently behind your screwed-shut lids as your climax crashed over you in immense, rolling waves, muscles spasming uncontrollably around vinnie’s digits. he lapped eagerly through your pulsing release, helping you ride out every aftershock before trailing gentle kisses back up your quivering form.

vinnie pressed tender kisses along your heaving chest as you descended from ecstatic highs, mind blank yet abuzz. his lips paused to suckle gently at your distended nipples once more, stoking flickers of fresh pleasure through your satiated nerves.

“you taste so sweet,” he murmured against your fluttering skin, lust-hazy eyes flickering up to gauge your receptiveness. finding your gaze hooded yet eager, vinnie’s lips quirked in a lazy smirk. “but we aren’t finished just yet, princess.”

his muscular frame caged you back into the plush mattress, grinding the substantial length still confined by his jeans against your sensitive core. you moaned wantonly at the delicious friction, hips canting up greedily to meet each roll. vinnie’s lips captured yours in a searing kiss, allowing you to taste your essence on his eager tongue.

your hands roamed hungrily over his straining muscles, urgency resurging tenfold at his evident desire yet tenderness. never ceasing his attentive grinding, vinnie rid himself of constraining layers with practiced efficiency, freeing his thick cock to nuzzle teasingly at your slick entrance.

a shuddering gasp tore from your throat at the scalding contact, simultaneously begging for fulfillment yet cherishing the lingering intimacy. vinnie reached between you to languidly circle your swollen clit once more, coaxing thighs to part impossibly wider on a broken cry.

“you ready?” he rasped, peering down with such care and ardor you felt fit to burst. all you could do was whimper and nod frantically once more, clutching at his broad shoulders as your bodies joined with marvelous perfection.

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bonefall · 5 months

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how is nightcloud characterized in BB? (does she slay…)

She DOES slay. My girlie...

In a nutshell, I'm actually super fascinated by this little family. I don't like how Nightcloud is part of the Civil War on the side of Mudclaw, but that NEVER comes up and never contributes to anything.

SO Nightcloud is kinda this sad case where she's REALLY trying to be better. She only feels guilty for joining the Rebellion in the sense that it caused a ton of destruction and got her Clanmates hurt... but Mudclaw and his rebels were terrible.

She WANTS to take away some kind of lesson, not be like him. Their anger towards people like Brushblaze was exploited and the fight was so brutal and unnecessary... but also, she doesn't really GET it. She still really dislikes outsiders. She feels a discomfort in her belly thinking about WindClan's purity being threatened.

Unfortunately, being in a toxic relationship with Crowfeather made this worse. When he wants to hurt her, he compares her to "Feathertail."

Both a RiverClan cat, and this perfect mate that she can never seem to be. It hits every weak point, and makes her boil with anger and insecurity.

Unfortunately, this gets worse with time. BB!Breeze will actually be taking away some xenophobic sentiment from her specifically.

But as a mom? Nightcloud is one of the best. She LOVES her kid.

It started with her own Mi, Hillrunner. She never wanted to be like Hillrunner.

Her and her sibling, Tawnyfur, were some of the first kits born in the WindClan camp after its return from exile. Their mother was Downwind.

Crookedstar and Nightstar combined forces, trying to drive them out a second time. ThunderClan came to save them, AGAIN

But it was too late to save Downwind.

Nightkit was too young to remember it, but Hillrunner ALWAYS stressed that she travelled so, so far with her twin, only to be forced to bury her when they came home.

Hill and Down are identical twins. Hillrunner just had a scratch on her nose.

Not that it excuses anything, but Hillrunner... she was SUPER traumatized by the WindClan Massacre, the exile, her sister's death, and then everything that followed.

She was TERRIFIED of outsiders, to the point of fury. Tawny and Night were equally afraid of her, and loved her. Hillrunner's short fuse was absolutely unpredictable and often ended up being taken out on the kits.

And... that's something Nightcloud desperately wants to avoid being. She remembers how scared she was just to make noise at night if she wanted to shift around in the nest.

Tawnyfur was a young warrior when they died in the BloodClan battle. Hillrunner had also passed on by that point-- probably in a skirmish with TigerClan.

And suddenly, Nightcloud was alone.

She's also one of the strongest fighters in WindClan. Her and Willowclaw are two of the heaviest hitters in my mind for some reason.

In terms of personality though, in a PLOT TWIST, I actually plan to write Nightcloud as a bit sweeter than she is in canon. She gets FURIOUS when she's pushed, but is one of the more generally polite cats in WindClan. Especially in early Po3 when she really is trying to atone for her part in the rebellion.

I just think she's neat.

#I also give her a vibe like... a very tired opera singer #Who married a famous but toxic author #She's huge and fluffy and gorgeous. But so so tired.#And Crow is kind of lanky and snappy looking #Better bones au

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HIII I HAD A THOIGHT THAT HAS BEEN KILLING MY MIND AND I NEED TO TELL IT TO SOMEONE OTHERWISE IM GNA EXPLODE

get this . everyone chilling at ramshackle dorm doing their own thing, yuu (and grimm by extension), ace and deuce sitting by the table talking about whatever crosses their mind

Eventually the conversation escalates to birthdays and holidays and ace asks how old Yuu is. Azul interjects with saying Yuu's age from the contract they signed a few months ago, but then Yuu pipes up and tells them that they're one year older than that.

Theres a small moment of confusion until it dawns onto Deuce that Yuy's birthday was a month or two ago and they never spoke a peep about it. Not even to grimm!! And when asked, Yuy makes an excuse like "that was when __ was kind of close to overblotting and I didn't want to make it about me because that'd be so nitpicky—"

It was based off an audio i heard and idk if i want to write it into a short drabble for myself i probably cant since im only on book 2 ueue). But like. its a fun prompt methinks. what would all of them do when they find out Yuu deliberately didn't say a thing about their birthday

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THAT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY???

★Reader is Yuu and is 17 years old

★gender neutral

★takes place after the third book

Sorry it's short, hope you like it!

"Can we start yet!" Ace complained, head slamming onto the table.

"I told you we're waiting on a couple more people." The perfect told him "I invited Kalim and Azul to join us since Sebek and Jack couldn't make it"

Tonight was the Ramshackle dorms weekly game night, normally it was just the freshmen but Sebek said that Malleus 'needs' his protection and Jack was just to tired from Spell Drive practice.

"They outta hurry up" Epel started, country accent slightly showing through "don't they know it's rude to be late."

A awkward silence fell over the dorm for a moment before a knock echoes through the dorm.

When y/n opened the dorm they were greeted with a cheerful smile and a hug.

"Thank you so much for inviting me!" Kalim smiled "I hope you don't mind that I brought Jamil, I also brought food, well Jamil did, he made it!"

Y/n blinked for a moment, taking in all the words one guy manged to say so fast. They looked over Kalim's shoulder just in time to see Jamil face plant.

"Thank you for the food Jamil" They smiled, giving him a wave.

"If was the least I could do perfect" he stated, not returning the wave.

Luckily Azul showed up before y/n could shut the door.

Just a few minutes later the group was playing some sort of trivia card game where they would either have to answer a question about someone else playing, a question about themselves, or just a random fact. If they got it wrong the next person would answer the same card, whoever got the most questions right won.

"Who is the most followed person in Magi Cam?" Epel read, "That's easy, Neige"

He revealed the answer to show it was correct.

"Of course you would get that one right" Ace complained "Vil never stops going on about it"

Every one just ignoring him looked over at Deuce, who was next to pick a card.

"How old is the person sitting to your right?" He looked over at y/n. "I'm not sure...18?"

They just shook their head.

"I know this one" Azul butted in, ready to take another point "Our contract from a while ago said that they were 16."

One again y/n shook their head. "I just turn 17 last month"

The room went silent for what seemed like forever.

"WE MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!" They all shouted in union.

"Riddle is going to have a heart attack when he finds out" Deuce commented, Ace nodding in agreement.

"You should've said something, we could've had a huge party" Kalim whined.

Y/n scratch the back of their head, "It's not big deal, it was right after one of the overblots, plus where I'm from birthdays aren't that big of a deal."

"Jamil we need to plan a party right now" Kalim said, getting up from his seat.

"We have to too" Ace said "Or get Trey and Riddle to do it for us"

Soon everyone had said something similar and got up and left leaving a confused Ramshackle perfect.

#kalim al asim #Jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #ace trapolla #deuce spade #epel felmier #grim twst #twst yuu #twst x reader #twst scenarios #twst x male reader #twst x female reader #Twst x reader

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Madness - Chapter 1

Warning: swear language, mentioned childhood trauma, and you know it's a war college so you should be prepared.

Note: I hope you will enjoy this chapter, I'm currently working on ch 2, there will be more excitment as the story goes on, pls bear with me I have so many ideas for this fanfic ;)

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

—Article One, Section One

The Dragon Rider’s Codex

„You’re late.” says General Melgren, when I enter his office. He is staring out of the window, and didn’t turn around when he heard me closing the door.

„I apologise, but…” I try to defend myself.

„I dont’t care about your excuses. This is the Conscription Day and you will not fail.” he starts his lecture for the hundreth times.

As if he let me fail. I had been trained for this day since I was born. I am strong, he made sure of that. He doesen’t know the word love since my mother’s death. I never once received a kind word from him. For me he’s a monster, not a father. I hate him.

„Yes, General.” I answer, while I’m tightening my grip on my canvas rucksack.

„Go, and don’t forget what’s your duty. And do not forget that you are a Melgren! Do not bring more shame on this name, that you already had. The Riders Quadrant the only place the suitable to hide your…disfunction.”

What a kind man, I thought. That’s not my fault that I was born this way.

„Yes, General.”

„You’re dismissed.”

With his last word I walk out of the office and I go to wait for Violet in front of her mother’s office. Voices rose from beyond the closed door. They arguing, again.

It’s not a surprise beacuse everybody knows that Violet Sorrengail isn’t meant to be a Rider. She’s small and fragile. The complete opposite of a Rider. Only General Sorrengail is blind to this fact.

Basgiath War College is famous for its cuelty throughout Navarre. Nonetheless thousands of twenty-year-olds waiting to enter their chosen quadrant. I am one of them.

Every Navarrian officer, whether they choose to be schooled as healers, scribes, infantry, or riders is molded within these cruel walls over three years, honed into weapons to secure our mountainous borders from the violent invasion attempts of the kingdom of Poromiel and their gryphon riders. The weak don’t survive here, especially not in the Riders Quadrant. The dragons make sure of that.

I nearly dropped my rucksack when General Sorrengail’s door opened with such a force that’s matching Mira Sorrengail’s temper. She’s Violets older sister by six years.

Mira Sorrengail is the epitome of the perfect Rider. She has short hair to match the standard Rider’s length. She was dressed in black leather and carried her battle worn rucksack in her hand. She was elegant and lethal.

„It seems that General Sorrengail didn’t change her mind about Violet and the Riders Quadrant.” I say when she realises that I was waiting for them.

„No. She’s batshit crazy.” Mira says without a care that the guards might tell her what she said.

„Don’t worry, I’ll be there for her. I can’t guarantee that she will graduate without a scratch, but I will do my best to protect her.” I try to calm Mira.

In this moment the door opened again a whole lot gentler then before. It was Violet.

We practically grew up together, because my father always left me here in Basgiath when he had left to fulfill his duty as one of the most powerful Generals.

Violet was a kind, gentle but sharp tounged woman. She dosen’t fit any of the criteria that makes someone suitable for a life of a Rider.

„Hi Aelin.”

„Hi, Vi. How are you?” I ask her refering to the talk with her mother.

„We don’t have time for a chit chat. Let’s go. We only have an hour before all candidates have to report, and I saw thousands waiting outside the gates when I flew over.” Mira says as she starts walking, leading us down the stone staircase and through the hallways to Violet’s room.

„She’s fucking efficient, I’ll give you that.” Mira mutters

All of Violet’s personal items have been packed into crates that now sit stacked in the corner.

„I was hoping I’d be able to talk her out of it. You were never meant for the Riders Quadrant.” Mira says while emptying Violet’s rucksack to see what she packed that makes it look so heavy.

„So you’ve mentioned. Repeatedly.” Says Violet while she stares at her sister with daggers in her eyes. „And what are you doing? It took me the whole night to choose what I want to bring with me.”

„Sorry Vi, but your pack is almost as heavy as you. It would be impossible to carry it across the Parapet, even for me, and I’m stronger than you.” I wince as she try to catch her books that Mira deemed unnecessary.

„Hey, I want those books. You can’t throw all of them away.” Shouths Violet.

„What’s this for then?” She asks holding up one of the books.

„Obviously killing people. If my memory correct that’s a book about poisonous herbs” I say to at least save one of the books for Violet.

„I’m surprised that you even tried to read a book” Replies Mira not even paying attention to what she says.

„I’m not illiterate Mira. I just have problems with reading and you know that too.” I cringe because I really hate this topic.

„Shit, Aelin I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” Sighs Mira, then looks at Violet to divert the subject.

„Take off those horrible boots, they are a death trap. You’ll slip right off the Parapet with those smooth soles. I have a set of rubber-bottomed rider boots made for you just in case.” States Mira while giving the boots and black leather clothes to her sister. „Now, get changed while I sort out the rest of this mess.”

„And you…” She begins and check my clothes if I too need to change them.

„You’re set.” Mira states in a surprised tone.

„Yeah, you know my father. He never let me embarass him by falling off the Parapet beacuse of something this trivial.” I said as I roll my eyes.

„Than at least he did one thing right in his life.” Mira says harshly while she finish packing into Violet’s rucksack.

„Rider black is supposed to be earned. Someone’s going to say we didn’t earn them.” I hear Violet refer to her clothes and mine, when she emerges from the bathroom in her new attire.

„You’re a Sorrengail. Fuck what they say.” Responds Mira while she laces Violet into a vest-style corset over her shirt.

„Here, this is yours. Put it on too.” Mira say and I get a corset that matches with Violet’s one.

„What is this?” I ask while trying putting it on.

„Something I designed,” she explains „I had it specially made for you two with Teine’s scales sewn in, so be careful with it.”

„Dragon scales?” I jerk my head back to look at her. „How the hell? Teine is huge.”

„I happen to know a rider whose power can make big things very small.” A devious smile plays across her lips.” „And smaller things… much, much bigger.”

„How much bigger?” I ask laughing.

„It’s a secret.” She says while motioning Violet to sit in front of her.

„You’re the worst.” says Violet.

„Oh come on Vi, don’t tell me that you aren’t curious.” I tease her.

„Head forward. You should have cut your hair.” Mira says while she pulls the strainds tight against Violets head and resume weaving. „It’s a liability in sparring and in battle, not to mention being a giant target. No one else has a hair that fades out silver like this, and they’ll already be aiming for you.”

„You know very well the natural pigment seems to gradually abandon it no matter the length.” Says Violet with defiance. „Besides, other than everyone else’s concern for the shade, my hair is the only thing about me that’s perfectly healthy. Cutting it would feel like I’m punishing my body for finally doing something well, and it’s not like I feel the need to hide who I am. Besides it’s not like Aelin will blend into the environment either.”

„So what’s your excuse for not cutting your hair?” Mira asks with raised eyebrows. „Because I know you have one too. You two always come up with something to get out of trouble.”

„I won’t cut it. I can braid it tightly to not distract me in a fight, besides it’s not like I resemble the General. My hair and my eyes come from my mother.” I say while looking into a mirror on one of the walls.

It’s true. I’m nothing like my father. I look just like my mother, as they say. She was a beauty and the only person whom my father loved in his life. Unfortunately that caused her death.

When she was in her last months in the pregnency, she was attacked by a group who wanted to eliminate the General using my mother. But she was a warrior and tried to save us by escaping. That was when someone injured her and left her to die. When they found my mother she was dying. Pregnant with me. The healers tried to save her but they are not gods. They can’t bring back the dead. They were only able to save me. These are the only facts that I know because nobody want to speak about my mother in fear to anger the General.

Between the few minutes that my mother had died and I was saved, happened a lot of things to my body. My hair is supposed to be a natural golden color but has strands of silvery white, just like my eyes. They should be golden but there are tiny circular parts around my iris where the silvery white color appears. The healers said that it was due to lack of oxygen. My father can’t even look at me because I remind him of my mother and my unique coloring is remind him of her brutal death and that he couldn’t save her. I think this is the main reason that he hates me. The other is another consequence of the circumstance of my birth.

When I was old enough that the General brought tutors to start my education, it turned out that my brain suffered some damage too. I was dyslexic. It doesen’t mean that I can’t read, it’s just really-really difficult. As if the words are running away from my eyes, everytime I try to read something. It doesen’t matter if it’s a short or long text. My memory is great enough that I can remember a lot of things after hearing it but not everything. That makes studying a whole lot of harder. The General ordered that we keep it a secret, so outside my father, and the tutors, the Sorrengail children are the only ones who know it. This is the other reason why the General said in his office that I bring shame on the Melgren name.

„Well then there’s nothing that I can say to change either of your mind.” Sighs Mira. „Then listen to me well.” As she starts to summarize years of knowledge into fifteen harried minutes, barely pausing to breathe.

„Be observant. Quiet is fine, but make sure you notice everything and everyone around you to your advantage. You’ve read the Codex?” Mira asks

„A few times.” Violet answers.

„I tried but I don’t remember everything.” I shrug.

„Then Violet will help you memorize it once you begin your classes. Then you should know that the other riders can kill you any time, and the cutthroat cadets will try. Fewer cadets means better odds at Threshing. There are never enough dragons willing to bond, and anyone reckless enough to get themselves killed isn’t worthy of a dragon anyway.”

„Except when sleeping. It’s an executable offense to attack any cadet while sleeping. Article Three-„ cites Violet.

„Yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re safe at night. Sleep in this if you can.” She taps the stomach of my corset. „Both of you.”

„There’s hidden sheaths sewn diagonally along the rib cage in your corset. For your daggers.” Continue Mira.

„I only have four.” Says Violet, then she grabs them from the floor and slide it into the sheaths.

„I have four and a sword.” I say to Mira while pointing at them at my ribs and thighs, the sword is strapped to my back.

„That’s fine. You’ll earn more.” She nods „Wear the armor at all times. Keep your daggers on you at all times.” She points to the sheaths down her thighs.

„Someone’s going to say we didn’t earn them.” Violet says. Clearly she worries too much.

„Come on Vi, remember what Mira said. You’re a Sorrengail. Fuck what they say. We will survive no matter what!” I say trying to calm her down a bit.

„Exactly. You’re both famous Generals daughters. A Sorrengail and a Melgren. You can do what you have to do to survive and never forget that.” Agrees Mira with me. „There’s no such thing as cheating once you climb the turret. There’s only survival and death.” The bell chimes – only thirty minutes left. She swallows. „It’s almost time. Ready?”

„No.” Replies quickly Violet.

„My hands are trembling.” I show them that indeed my hands are visibly shaking.

„Neither was I ready.” A wry smile lifts a corner of Mira’s mouth. „And I’d spent my life trainig for it, just like Aelin.”

„We’re not going to die today.” States Violet and slings the rucksack over her shoulder.

The halls of the central, administrative part of the fortress are eerily quiet as we wind our way down through various staircases, but the noise from outside grows louder the lower we descend. Through the windows, I see thousands of candidates hugging their loved ones and saying their goodbyes ont he grassy fields just beneath the main gate.

From what I’ve witnessed every year, most families hold on to their candidates right up to the very last bell. The four roads leading to the fortress are clogged with horses and wagons, especially where they converge in front of the college, but it’s the empty ones at the edge of the fields that make me nervous.

They’re for the bodies.

Right before we round the last corner that will lead tot he courtyard, Mira stops.

„What is – Oof.” I hear Violet’s muffled voice when Mira yanks her against her chest, hugging her tight in the relative privacy of the corridor.

„Aelin, you too. Come here.” Says Mira as Violet makes room for me, and then extends her arms.

„I love both of you. Remember everything I’ve told you. Don’t become another name on the death roll. Both of your lives are equally important. Do everything you can to stay alive.” Her voice shakes, and I wrap my arms around her, squeezing tight.

„We’ll be alright. I’ll be alright.” I promise.

She nods, her chin bumping against the top of my head. „I know. Let’s go.”

That’s all she says before pulling away and walking into the crowded courtyard just inside the main gate to the fortress. Instructors, commanders, and even General Sorrengail and General Melgren are gathered informally, waiting for the madness outside the walls to become the order within. Out of all the doors in the war college, the main gate is the only one no cadet will enter today, since each quadrant has its own entrance and facilities. Hell, the riders have their own citadel.

„Find Dain Aetos,” Mira tells us as we cross through the courtyard, heading for the open gate.

„Dain?” Asks Violet with a smile. I think she has a huge crush on him, but didn’t admit it yet. I don’t think he’s such a good person as Vi thinks, but I was never that close with him. We always avoided each others company. There’s something in his eyes that’s makes me uneasy.

„I’ve only been out of the quadrant for three years, but from what I hear, he’s doing well, and he’ll keep both of you safe.”

„As if I want to go near him” I say silently

„It doesn’t matter Aelin, just stay alive.” Scolds me Mira

„And you. Don’t smile like that,” she turns to Violet. „He’ll be second-year.” She shakes a finger at her. „Don’t mess around with second-years. If you want to get laid, and you should” – she lifts her brows – „often, considering you never know what the day brings, then screw around in your own year. Nothing is worse than cadets gossiping that you’ve slept your way to safety. This applies to you too Aelin.”

„So I’m free to take any of the first-years I want to bed,” I say with a smirk. „Just not the second- or the third-years.”

„Exactly.” She winks.

„Then we should definitely find the handsome ones. This is our first task Vi.” I joke with her, in hope that she at least smiles because she seems a little greener the longer she looks at the wagons at the road.

„Let’s cross the Parapet first Aelin.” Says Violet

„Sure Vi.” I wink at her.

We cross through the gates, leaving the fortress, and join the organized chaos beyond.

Each of Navarre’s six provinces has sent this year’s share of candidates for military service. Some volunteer. Some are sentenced as punishment. Most are conscripted. The only thing we have in common here at Basgiath is that we passed the entrance exam – both written and an agility test – which means at least we won’t end up as fodder for the infantry on the front line.

The agility test was easy with someone like me who had the „luck” to train under General Melgren’s watchful eyes. But the written exam was a nightmare. I barely passed despite the fact that I practiced for non-stop before it. It’s just the fact that I’m not like the other normal candidates. Give me a weapon and I’ll know how to use it. Bring me an opponent and I will figure out how to win. But I just can’t will my barin to function normally. Which my father likes to remind me all the time.

The atmosphere is tense with anticipation as Mira leads me along the worn cobblestone path toward the southern turret.

The majority of the crowd moves to line up at the base of the northern turret – the entrance to the Infantry Quadrant. Some of the mass heads toward the gate behind us – the Healer Quadrant that consumes the southern end of the college. Then I spot a few taking the central tunnel into the archives below the fortress to join the Scribe Quadrant. Violet wanted to be a scribe for her whole life. But General Sorrengail has other plans.

The entrance to the Riders Quadrant is nothing more than a fortified door at the base of the tower, that we rider candidates will climb.

We join the riders’ line, waiting to sign in, and then I glance up.

High above us, crossing the river-bottomed valley that divides the main college from the even higher, looming citadel of the Riders Quadrant on the southern ridgeline, is the Parapet, the stone bridge that’s about to separate rider candidates from cadets over the next few hours.

„And to think, I’ve been preparing for the scribe’s written exam all these years.” Says Violet in thick sarcastic voice. „I should have been playing on a balance beam.”

„Believe me Vi, I’ve been playing on a balance beam for years but I don’t think that’s the same as the Parapet.” I say laughing. „However I’m a little excited about this.”

Mira ignores us as the line moves forward and candidates disappear through the door. „Don’t let the wind sway your steps.”

Two candidates ahead of us, a woman sobs as her partner rips her away from a young man, the couple breaking from the line, retreating in tears down the hillside toward the crowd of loved ones lining the roads. There are no other parents ahead of us, only a few dozen candidates moving toward the roll-keepers.

„Keep your eyes on the stones ahead of you and don’t look down,” Mira says, the lines of her face tightening. „Arms out for balance. If the pack slips, drop it. Better it falls than you.”

„Maybe I should let them go first,” whispers Violet.

„No,” Mira answers. „The longer you wait on those steps” – she motions toward the tower – „the greater your fear has a chance to grow. Cross the Parapet before the terror owns you.”

„Mira’s right and you know it Vi. We will be alright. I’ll be there with you until we cross this damn thing.” I try to cheer her up. „If you want I’ll be the first, than you can watch and copy me.”

„Thanks, Aelin.” Smiles Violet.

The line moves, and the bell chimes again. It’s eight o’clock.

Sure enough, the crowd of thousands behind us has separated fully into their chosen quadrants, all lined up to sign the roll and begin their service.

„Focus,” Mira snaps, and I whip my head forward. „This might sound harsh, but don’t seek friendships in there. Forge alliances. Both of you.”

There are only two ahead of us now – a woman with a full pack, and a man with the woman crying over him. He’s carrying an even bigger rucksack.

I look around the pair toward the roll-keeping desk, and my eyes widen.

„Is he…?” Whispers Violet.

Mira glances and mutters a curse. „A separatist’s kid? Yep. See that shimmering mark that starts on the top of his wrist? It’s a relic from the rebellion.”

„A dragon did that?” She asks.

I nod. „Yes. General Melgren told me once, that it was his dragon that did it to all of them when he executed their parents. Nothing like punishing the kids to deter more parents from committing treason. Most of the marked kids who carry rebellion relics are from Tyrrendor.”

It always seemed cruel to me. Punishing the children for their parents actions.

In this moment the blood drains from Mira’s face, and she grips the straps of my pack, turning me to face her. „I just remembered.” Her voice drops, and we lean in to hear her better. „Stay the hell away from Xaden Riorson.”

That name…

„That Xaden Riorson,” she confirms, fear lacing her gaze. „He’s a third-year, and he will kill you the second he finds out who you are.” She lifts her gaze to Violet. „Both of you.”

„His father was the Great Betrayer. He led the rebellion,” Violet says quietly. „What is Xaden doing here?”

„All the children of the leaders were conscripted as punishment for their parents’ cirmes,” I murmur. Yep, my father was really a monster.

Mira whispers as we shuffle sideways, moving with the line. „Mom told me they never expected Riorson to make it past the parapet. Then they figured a cadet would kill him, but once his dragon chose him…” She shakes her head. „Well, there’s nothing much that can be done then. He’s risen to the rank of wingleader.”

„That’s bullshit.” Violet seethes.

„He’s sworn allegiance to Navarre, but I don’t think that will stop him where you’re concerned. Once you get across the Parapet – because you will make it across – find Dain. He’ll put you in his squad, and we’ll just hope it’s far from Riorson.” She grips my straps tighter. „Stay. Away. From. Him.” She knew me well enough to feel the need to repeat it. I don’t like this whole rebellion relic thing. This punishment is too curel.

„Roger that.” I say to calm her down.

„Noted.” Nods Violet.

„Next,” a voice calls from behind the wooden tablet hat bears the rolls of the Riders Quadrant. The marked rider I don’t know is seated next to a scribe, whose eyebrows rise over his weathered face. „Violet Sorrengail?”

She nods, and picking up the quill she sing her name on the roll.

„But I thought you were meant for the Scribe Quadrant,” he says softly.

„General Sorrengail chose otherwise,” I answer him.

„Melgren?” He asks.

„Yes, my name is Aelin Melgren.” I say then I sign my name on the next empty line on the roll.

„You look so much like your late mother,” He says while sadness fills his eyes.

„You knew my mom?” I ask amazed.

He turned his head to Violet „Pity. You had so much promise.” So he knew my mother, but won’t say a thing. As usual. But I just want to know what she was like.

„By the gods,” the rider next tot he scribe says. „You’re Mira Sorrengail?” His jaw drops, and I can smell his hero worship from here.

„I am.” She nods. „This is my sister, Violet. And this is Aelin Melgren. They’ll be first-years.”

„If your sister survives the Parapet.” Someone behind me snickers. „Wind just might blow her right off.”

„Shut up, idiot. You have a higher chance falling of the Parapet than her. It seems you don’t have a brain to think with, if you don’t know to not interfere in the adults conversations.” I answer angrily.

„You fought at Strythmore,” the rider behind the desk says with awe. „They gave you the Order of the Talon for taking out the battery behind enemy lines.”

„As I was saying.” Mira puts a hand at our shoulders. „This is my sister, Violet and our friend Aelin Melgren.”

„You know the way.” The scribe nods and points to the open door into the turret. It looks ominously dark in there, and I fight the urge to run away.

„I know the way,” she assures him, leading us past the table so the snickering asshole behind me can sign the roll.

We pause at the doorway and turn toward each other.

„Don’t die, Violet. I’d hate to be an only child. And you too Aelin, I consider you my sister so stay alive.” She grins and walks away, sauntering past the line of gawking candidates as word spreads of exactly who she is and what she’s done.

„Though to live up to that,” the woman ahead of us says from just inside the tower.

„It is,” Violet agrees.

„But at least she’s a good sister.” I say laughing.

My eyes adjust quickly to the dim light coming in through the equidistant windows along the curved staircase.

„Sorrengail, and Melgren as in…?” the woman asks, looking over her shoulder as we begin to climb the hundreds of stairs.

„Yep.” There’s no railing, so I gesture Violet to keep her hand on the stone wall as we rise higher and higher.

„The generals?” the blond guy ahead of us asks.

„The same ones,” I answer, offering him a quick smile.

„Wow. Nice leathers, too.” He smiles back.

„Thanks. They’re courtesy of our family.”

„I wonder how many candidates have fallen off the edge of the steps and died before they even reach the Paraphet,” the woman says, glancing down the center of the staircase as we climb higher.

„Two last year.” Violet replies immediately. „Well, three if you count the girl one of the guys landed on.”

The woman’s brown eyes flare, but she turns back around keeps climbing. „How many steps are there?” she asks.

„Two hundred and fifty,” Violet answers.

„Oh god Vi, I love your brain.” I said laughing, then we climb in silence for another five minutes.

„Not too bad,” she says with a bright smile as we near the top and the line comes to a halt. „I’m Rhiannon Matthias, by the way.”

„Dylan,” the blond guy responds with an enthusiastic wave.

„Violet.” Vi give them a tense smile.

„Aelin.” I say and wink at Vi, ignoring Mira’s earlier suggestion that we avoid friendships and only forge alliances.

„I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this day.” Dylan shifts his pack on his back. „Can you believe we actually get to do this? It’s a dream come true.”

„I can’t fucking wait.” Rhiannon’s smile widens. „I mean, who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon?”

„Do your parents approve?” Dylan asks. „Because my mom’s been begging me to change my mind for months. I keep telling her that I’ll have better chances for advancement as rider, but she wanted me to enter the Healer Quadrant.”

„Mine always knew I wanted this, so they’ve been pretty supportive. Besides, they have my twin to dote on. Raegan’s already living her dream, married and expecting a baby.” Rhiannon glances back at us.

„What about you? Let me guess. With names like Melgren and Sorrengail, I bet you were the first to volunteer this year.”

„Yes, I wanted to come here since I can remember.” I say with a smile. „I’m really excited about this. I mean do you see the dragons? They magnificent.”

„I hear ya girl.” Says Rihannon as we high five. „What about you Violet?”

„I was more like volun-told.”

„Gotcha.”

„And riders do get way better perks than other officers,” Violet says to Dylan as the line moves upward again. The snickering candidate behind me catches up, sweating and red. Look who isn’t snickering now. „Better pay, more leniency with the uniform policy,” she continues. No one gives a shit what riders wear as long as it’s black. The only rules that apply to riders are the ones in the Codex.

„And the right to call yourself a supreme badass,” Rhiannon adds.

„That too,” I agree. „Pretty sure they issue you an ego with your flight leathers.”

„Plus I’ve heard that riders are allowed to marry sooner than the other quadrants,” Dylan adds.

„True. Right after graduation. If we survie.” Says Violet. „I think it has something to do with wanting to continue bloodlines.”

„Or because we tend to die sooner than the other quadrants,” Rhiannon muses.

„I’m not dying,” Dylan says with way more confidence than I feel – however I practiced for this for my whole life – as he tugs a necklace from under his tunic to reveal a ring dangling from the chain. „She said it would be bad luck to propose before I left, so we’re waiting until graduation.” He kisses the ring and tucks the chain back under his collar. „The next three years are going to be long ones, but they’ll be worth it.”

„You might make it across the Parapet,” the guy behind us sneers. „This one here is a breeze away from the bottom of the ravine.”

I roll my eyes. He doesn’t learn.

„Shut up and focus on yourself,” Rhiannon snaps, her feet clicking against the stone as we climb.

The top comes into sight, the doorway full of muddled light. Those clouds are going to wreak havoc on us, and we have to be on the other side of the Parapet before they do.

Another step, another tap of Rhiannon’s feet.

„Let me see your boots,” Says Violet quietly, probably hoping that the jerk behind me can’t hear her.

Her brows puckers, and confusion fills her brown eyes, but she shows her the shoes. They’re smooth, just like the ones Violet was wearing earlier. My stomach sinks like a rock. I know what she will do.

The line starts moving again, pausing when we’re only a few feet from the opening. „What size are your feet?” She asks.

„What?” Rhiannon blinks at her.

„Your feet. What size are they?”

„Eight,” she answers, two lines forming between her brows.

„I’m seven,” Vi says quickly. „It will hurt like hell, but I want you to take my left boot. Trade with me.”

„I’m sorry?” She looks at her like she has lost her mind.

„These are rider boots. They’ll grip the stone better. Your toes will be scrunched and generally miserable, but at least you’ll have a shot at not falling off if the rain hits.”

„Oh hell, don’t you dare Violet Sorrengail,” I hiss at her. „Just minutes ago I promised your sister that you will survive this damn Parapet, and now you want to throw away your best chance? Absouletly no.

„I give you my left boot. It’s the same size.” I say to Rihannon.

„What? No, that was my idea.” Whispers Violet.

„I know, but I will do it.” I reply. „Now hurry up, we don’t have time. It’s almost our turn.”

Rhiannon purses her lips in debate for a second, then agrees, and we swap left boots. I barely finish lacing up before the line moves again.

The top of the turret is bare, the crenelations of stone rising and falling along the circular structure at the height of my chest and doing nothing to obscure the view. The ravine and its river below suddenly feel very, very far. Every trial in the quadrant – including this one – is designed to test a cadet’s ability to ride. If someone can’t manage to walk the windy length of the slim stone bridge, then they sure as hell can’t keep their balance and fight on the back of a dragon.

And as for the death rate? I guess every other rider thinks the risk is worth the glory – or has the arrogance to think they won’t fall.

I breath deeply as I walk the edge behind Rhiannon, and in front of Violet, my fingers skimming the stonework as we wind our way toward the parapet.

Three riders wait at the entrance, which is nothing more than a gaping hole in the wall of the turret. One with ripped-off sleeves records names as candidates step out onto the treacherous crossing. Another, who’s shaved all his hair with the exception of a strip down the top center, instructs Dylan as he moves into position, patting his chest like the ring hidden there will bring him luck.

The third turns in my direcion and my heart simply…stops.

He’s tall, with windblown black hair and dark brows. The line of his jaw is strong and covered by warm tawny skin and dark stubble, and when he folds his arms across his torso, the muscles in his chest and arms ripple, moving in a way that makes me swallow. And his eyes… His eyes are the shade of gold-flecked onyx. The contrast is startling, jawdropping even – everything about him is. His features are so harsh that they look carves, and yet they’re astonishingly perfect, like an artist worked a lifetime sculpting him, and at least a year of that was spent on his mouth.

He’s the most esquisite man I’ve ever seeen.

Even the diagonal scar that bisects his left eyebrow and marks the top corner of his cheek only makes him hotter. Flaming hot. Scorching hot. Gets-you-into-trouble-and-you-like-it level of hot. Suddenly, I know that I won’t take Mira’s advice that not to fuck around outside my year group.

„See you girls on the other side!” Dylan says over his shoulder with an excited grin before stepping onto the parapet, his arms spread wide.

„Ready for the next one, Riorson?” the rider with the ripped sleeves says.

Xaden Riorson?

„You ready for this, Sorrengail? I think Melgren is fine, but you seems a little pale.” Rhiannon says moving forward.

The black-haired rider snaps his gaze to mine, turning fully toward me, then he looks onto Violet. That’s when I see it, the rebellion relic. It start at his bare left wrist, then disappears under his black uniform to appear again at his collar, where it stretches and swirls up his neck, stopping at his jawline.

„Oh shit,” I whisper, and his eyes snapped back to mine, as if he can hear me over the howl of wind that rips at my secured braid.

„Sorrengail? Melgren?” He steps toward us, and I look up… and up.

Good gods, I barely reach his collarbone. He’s massive. He has to be more than four inches over six feet tall.

I nod once, while a I make sure that I stand before Violet. To my movement the shining onyx of his eyes transforms to cold, unadulterated hatred. I can almost taste the loathing wafting off him like a bitter cologne.

„Aelin?” Rhiannon asks, moving forward.

„You’re the Generals daughters.” His voice deep and accusatory.

„You’re Fen Riorson’s son,” Violet counters behind me.

Xaden sucks in a deep breath, and the muscle in his jaw flexes once. Twice. „Your mother captured my father, and her father executed him.”

„Your father killed my older brother. Seems like we’re even.” Oh gods Violet, just shut up please, I beg in my mind.

„Hardly.” His glaring gaze strokes over me like he’s memorizing every detail or looking for any weakness.

I hold his glare, as if winning this staring competition will gain us safe entrance to the quadrant instead of crossing the Parapet behind him. Either way, I’m getting across. I promised to Mira that both of us will be safe on the other side.

His hands clench into fists, and he tenses.

I prepare for the strike, if I have to protect Violet. He might want to throw us off this tower, but I won’t make it easy for him.

„You all right?” Rhiannon asks, her gaze jumping between Xaden and me.

He glances at her. „You’re friends?”

„We met on the stairs,” she says, squaring her shoulders.

He looks down, noting our mismatched boots, and arches a brow. His hands relax. „Interesting.”

Fuck, Violet and her big heart.

„Are you going to kill us?” Asks Violet behind me.

„Shit, Violet just shut up please.” I hiss at Vi. „I don’t think it is a good idea to tempt someone throwing us off, who is bigger and stronger then us. I suppose you just have a death wish with pissing him off.” I facepalmed.

His gaze clashes with mine as the sky opens and rain falls in a deluge, soaking my hair, my leathers, and the stones around us in seconds.

A scream rends the air, and we jerk our attention to the Parapet just in time to see Dylan slip.

Violet gasps behind me.

He catches himself, hooking his arms over the stone bridge as his feet kick beneath him, scrambling for a purchase that isn’t there.

„Pull yourself up, Dylan!” Rhiannon shouts.

„Oh gods!” In the corner of my eyes I see that Violet’s hand flies to cover her mouth. That’s when Dylan loses his grip on the water-slick stone and falls, disappearing from view. The wind and rain steal any sound his body might make in the valley below.

Xaden never takes his eyes from me, watching silently with a look I can’t interpret.

„Why would I waste my energy killing you when the Parapet will do it for me?” A wicked smile curves his lips. „Your turn Melgren.”

Fucking handsome bastard.

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Little Pill. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda picks something up at the store and tests it on you, to your own grave consequence.

warnings: drugging, top!wanda, overstimulation, teasing/edging, forced horniness, fingering, cumstrap

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

She was only searching for ibuprofen—why in the world was the grocery store trying to hide the most common over-the-counter painkillers in the medicine aisle amongst all the more uncommon medicines that people hardly ever bought? Wanda cursed under her breath as she shuffled her fingers quickly across different boxes and bottles, briefly reading the labels before moving onto another in search for the simple pills.

As she was foraging through the wasteland of medicine, she passed her fingers over something that made her freeze and look back at the box of tablets. She slowly took the box from the shelf, looking around the empty aisle to see if anyone was around watching her look at this particular item.

The pills were wholly unneccessary. There was enough lust between you and Wanda that it hadn't died out in the least bit over your time together. Libido pills were the last thing she or you would ever, ever need.

But what if she used them on you…just for fun? She wondered if they really did work, if you would find yourself getting outrageously horny and throw Wanda into a long, passion-filled night. The only problem was that you would never take those kinds of pills.

At least, not knowingly.

An unwitting, devilish smirk crawled onto Wanda's lips as she tossed the pills into the grocery cart.

Wanda offered the service of making dinner for the two of you that night. The Sokovian was an excellent cook, and even better at picking out perfect wines for perfect occasions. That night, there really was no occasion for Wanda bringing you a bottle of some of the most expensive and delicious wine you ever had, besides it being just a sweet gesture of hers.

The redhead settled herself in the chair across from you at the table, casually bringing her own wine to her lips and discreetly watching you over the raised glass with leopard-like eyes. You sipped the wine slowly, licking your lips and pausing to glance questioningly at the deep crimson liquid as you tilted it around in the glass.

Wanda thought maybe you tasted the crushed-up pill in the wine, her swift mind already creating numerous excuses for the strange taste and possibly chalky texture of the wine, but you only hummed in satisfaction. "This is delicious," you said, taking another eager sip to which Wanda only smirked.

It wasn't until after dinner that the pill started to take its effect.

As per usual, you and Wanda were cleaning up the kitchen together. You were washing dishes while she swept the floor, both comfortable in the focused silence besides the distant sound of the TV from the other room.

As you dried a plate and set it down in the drying rack, you glanced over to Wanda. She was cleaning off the dining table now, leaning over it with a rag to wipe the crumby wooden surface. From the angle, she was leaning towards you, keeping one steady hand on the edge of the table as she reached over it, her face turning a light shade of pink from the effort against gravity. You even caught sight of a vein stressing under the skin of her neck.

Something bloomed inside you at the sight. You imagined yourself spread out on the table with her leaning over you just the way she was then, and that instead of her hand pushing a rag against the table, it was holding your throat, and each time she leaned back and then pushed forward again, it wasn't to reach a further spot on the table, but rather to reach a deeper spot inside you.

You turned around and went back to cleaning the dishes, wondering what had overcome you to think such vulgar thoughts that were spawn over the simple sight of Wanda wiping the table. You felt a strange heat flood through you just then, and you brought a dry hand up to scratch the side of your neck.

Wanda noticed you standing still at the counter, scratching your neck and looking as if you had forgotten something. "Baby?" she spoke, and you turned to her. There was a light in your eyes just then, and a lively pinkness in your cheeks and lips. Other than that, there was also a subtly disoriented look on your features.

"Yea?" you breathed, eyes glancing up and down Wanda's figure.

"I'm gonna go reply to some emails that I missed today," Wanda told you with a small smile as she set the rag down on the counter. It was usual for Wanda to do a little post-dinner work, mostly because she was lenient with leaving time for you during the day. You simply nodded and went back to washing the dishes, shamelessly getting a good look of Wanda's sculpted ass before she disappeared into the other room.

Once you were done with your part of your chores, which you half-assed after Wanda left due to a strange restless, impatient feeling inside you, you decided to follow Wanda into her office. You were feeling clingy that night, which wasn't too out of the ordinary, but you usually let Wanda have her space in her office.

"Baby," you lilted as you swung through the open doorway, leaning on the threshold and letting your warm face rest against the cold wood. Your voice came out whinier than expected, and you had this strange uncontrollable feeling swelling up in your stomach.

Wanda looked up at you from the blue light of her laptop screen. "Yes, love?" she asked innocently, but by the way you were subconsciously licking your lips, she knew the pill was settling into your bloodstream.

You weren't sure what you had even gone in there for other than that your feet led the way of your head, and that you wanted some attention from your wife even though she was always plentiful in giving that to you. Wanda leaned back in her chair and watched you curiously as you tiptoed around her chair and hugged her shoulders.

"Whatcha doooooin'?" you sang as Wanda held your wrists that were loosely latched at her sternum. You nuzzled your face against her ear, inhaling the lovely scent of her perfume.

Wanda chuckled and replied, "Catching up on emails, like I told you."

You hummed, loving the way you could feel the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your hands. You turned your face in her soft, curly red hair and nibbled gently at her earlobe. Wanda let you administer this small token of affection before she hummed contently and leaned up out of your hold, turning her fingers back to the keyboard to finish typing a reply.

You stood there behind her chair, a more negative feeling circling inside you. Was she ignoring you? You just wanted her attention, was that so much to ask for? She could easily respond to the emails in the morning. It was after office hours anyway; her coworkers wouldn't be reading them and especially not replying to anything until morning.

Biting your lip, you took the head of her chair and swiveled it around, turning Wanda towards you. The woman looked up at you with a certain steam in her eyes that she quickly shielded away before you noticed. "Y/n," she told you sternly, using her serious voice on you. You were already clambering onto her lap, straddling her as she placed her hands awkwardly on your hips. "What is this?" she questioned in a colder tone, obviously not in the mood for you.

On any other occasion, the tone in her voice would've hurt your feelings and made you flee the room to give her the silent treatment, but there was something pulling you towards her like a magnet that made you more easily forgiving.

"Wanda, I want you," you whispered thickly, placing your hands on the woman's face and bringing her into a passionate kiss. Wanda let you guide the kiss, simply keeping her hands on your waist as you devoured her soft lips that tasted sweeter than usual. You could also taste the wine on her tongue, and it made you wonder if the sweet alcohol was having this effect on you.

Quickly, you pulled away from Wanda, halfway coming to your senses as you panted breathlessly. "Maybe it was the wine," you breathed, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You didn't catch the alarm in Wanda's eyes. "Wine?” she echoed in feigned innocence. “What about the wine?"

Chewing your lower lip, you gazed up at Wanda sheepishly through your brows. "You know wine makes me horny sometimes," you whispered, but then you felt that feverish feeling inside you again, begging to be quelled, and you squirmed on her lap. "But it's never been like this." You tugged at the neckline of your shirt as if it was screaming to be ripped off so that you could breathe. All your clothes felt unusually tight and heavy on your body.

While your eyes were turned upward, Wanda smirked and ran her hand under your shirt, cupping the handles of your waist and watching the way blush was flourishing under the skin of your cheeks. She returned her dismissive demeanor by taking her hands away from you. "Why don't you go take a shower while I finish this, huh? Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You quickly returned your eyes to Wanda's steel jade ones. "No," you mumbled, leaning closer to her only for her to lean away from you. "Wanda, please just a quickie. You can finish this later." Embarrassment clouded you from how desperate you sounded, and as you reached for Wanda's laptop to close it, she quickly stopped you.

"Go, now," she demanded, raising her brow with an almost menacing gaze. You felt as if you could cry or scream or throw her laptop against the wall and watch it shatter in satisfaction.

"Wanda," you soothed, taking her hands away from the laptop and slowly bringing them to your chest, cupping your breasts with them. You exhaled shakily at the sensation, closing your eyes as you arched your chest into her palms.

Wanda was biting the tip of her tongue relentlessly to keep herself from giving into you so easily. You'd never been this needy before, with the subtle sheer of moisture lining your forehead and your entire body warm over her lap. You were like a little ball of fire desperate to suck Wanda in and burn her with you, and she desperately wanted to dive headfirst into the heat. But, more importantly, she wanted to tease you while you were in such a vulnerable state. Wanda was always one to get a good look around when she was on higher ground.

Taking one of Wanda's hands from your breast, you moved it towards your mouth, eagerly sliding her two middle fingers between your lips and latching around them, sucking and moaning at the feeling. A crack etched in Wanda's resolve, but she held it as firmly as she held you, feeling your warm tongue tickle her fingers as your mouth sucked purposefully.

"What has gotten into you, detka?" Wanda smoldered, squeezing your breast in her hand after trying so hard to keep her hand still. Your nipples were tightly erected under your shirt, squeezing through the thin fabric as if they were going to burst. You hissed around her fingers when she rolled her thumb over the peak, feeling ultra sensitive so that her touch was borderline painful. Yet, it was pleasurable, and it only fed your fire as you trailed her fingers out of your mouth, letting them draw a line of your saliva down the front of your throat. You pushed Wanda's hand down between your legs, but she quickly retracted it.

You whined in protest, reaching for her hand again to put it where you horribly needed it, but she suddenly slapped you. It was only a quick, brief smack across your cheek, not enough to even turn your head, but it shocked you and exhilarated you all at once as you felt a light sting in your cheek.

Wanda looked up at you with a condescending smirk, an air of enthrallment about her from the sudden slap. "You're being a very bad girl, you know that?"

"I just want you to touch me, please," you breathed, grabbing fistfuls of Wanda's shirt and weakly tugging. "Please, Wanda." You felt so overwhelmingly frustrated that moisture pricked the ends of your eyes, and you pouted at her through the tears fogging your vision. "I don't know what's going on with me."

"You're being a brat, that's what," Wanda snipped, giving no consolation to your desperate clause.

"No, there's something—“

Wanda cut you off by grabbing your hips, jutting her leg up between yours, and grinding you down onto it. Your sentence broke away as you moaned, the friction bringing a frenzy of pleasure on your core. "I can't get any work done when there's a slut constantly fiending for my attention," she growled, but you could hardly hear her as you found yourself grinding your hips against her leg without her guiding you. You were only wearing casual shorts, so between that and your thin underwear, your clit was being properly rubbed against Wanda's pants.

"Mommy," you whined thoughtlessly, and the usage of Wanda's favorite term of endearment made her grunt lowly. She decided to finally give in just a little, since you were obviously so beside yourself.

"Your pussy needs me so bad, doesn't it?" Wanda whispered as she squeezed your inner thigh, kneading your sensitive flesh there and working her way up to the hem of your shorts, which she easily slipped her hand through.

"Mmhm," you whined, feeling like you were going to explode if you didn't feel Wanda touching you right that very moment.

To your luck, she did. Wanda dipped her hand past your panties and cupped you, her fingertips inking into your pool of wetness. Wanda nearly gasped at just how wet you were. She could feel moisture even on the barrier of your inner thighs, and your slick had even slipped up your clit and was coating your lower mound. She doubted that you even realized it.

Wanda decided to test your waters. "You don't feel that wet baby. Do you even really want me?"

Wanda nearly regretted lying to you when she saw your lower lip tremble. "Yes!" you cried, jutting your hips forward to grind against her hand. The heel of her palm buried against your clit, and you moaned. "Yes, Mommy, I do."

"Hmmm," Wanda hummed indecisively as you latched around her shoulders, throwing kisses all over her lips and her face and neck, to which she discreetly grinned in appreciation for. Finally, she dipped her fingers into your entrance, sliding into you with ease.

Your mouth fell open as you felt her fingers curl inside you, reaching that spongy spot that incited a million different feelings, all ranging from pleasurable to borderline painful due to zeal of the former, and you nearly fell over. Wanda held your hip with one hand as she pumped her other against you, her palm gliding across your hardened nub as she pressed her knuckles into you.

"Fuck, Mommy," you breathed, pressing your forehead against Wanda's shoulder as you started to ride her fingers, too impatient for her slow thrusts. Wanda, irritated that you were getting ahead of yourself, opted to let you ride her as you wished. Your hand held Wanda's wrist as you gyrated over her hand, feeling her fingers move and twist and curl inside you. You swore you had never felt more pleasure in your life, and it only took a few minutes before you came on your wife's hand, biting her shoulder and moaning in such sweet symphonies that made Wanda melt.

"Are you satisfied now?" Wanda asked you once you had soothed yourself from whining and giving a last few rolls of your hips on her hand. She pulled her fingers out of you, and you whined and tried to keep her hand there.

"More," you begged with desperation evident in your eyes, and Wanda drank up every second of it.

"More?" she scoffed, taking her hand away and slipping her fingers into your mouth. You took them gingerly and licked your ample juices from her fingers, closing your eyes and moaning sensually. "You're never this needy," she commented. "You want Mommy's cock?"

Your eyes popped open and you eagerly nodded with her fingers still in your mouth. Instinctively, you pressed your hand forward on Wanda's crotch and felt her hard strap there, instantly making you moan. You wished you had known she was wearing it so you could've already been riding it.

"Slow down," Wanda reprimanded you. "Let's go to the bedroom. I don't need you dirtying up my office." Hoisting you around her hips, Wanda easily stood up and carried you towards the bedroom as you clung to her, nibbling at her neck and feeling yourself clench with anticipation.

By the time you were tossed onto the bed, your shorts were being ripped off. Sitting up, you started hastily undoing Wanda's belt, looking up at her with lust-crazed eyes. Wanda couldn't help but smirk down at you, and when you finally removed her piece from her clothing, you instantly slid your mouth down around it.

Wanda's breath stuttered as she watched her strap disappear in your mouth, and the sound of you softly gagging when the tip hit your throat made Wanda moan. She stroked her hand through your hair as you sucked on her length, knowing it would rile Wanda up enough to fuck you sooner. Alas, Wanda was properly riled up, grunting before pulling your head up. Her cock left your lips with a pop, and you stared up at her with your lips hung open, drool covering them.

"Such a dirty slut," Wanda remarked huskily before pushing you down on the bed. Taking your thighs, she pressed them open wide and flat down on the mattress, holding onto them for leverage as she lined herself up with your entrance. "You really want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you begged, tempting her by raising your hips, but she pressed them down hard. "Please." You needed her inside you so bad, it felt like your walls were on fire with need.

Finally, Wanda gave in and sunk herself inside of you, burying her cock into your pussy to the very hilt and moaning as she did so. A guttural gasp left your throat as her strap stretched you in the most perfect way. Wanda was going to give you what you wanted now, and you realized that when she pulled out before pounding into you all at once, picking up a pace that was so hard and fast it caught you off guard.

"Fuck!" you moaned as Wanda tore into your pussy. You were so wet that you were dripping all over the bed, and the sloshing sounds filling the room was thoroughly sinful. Wanda grunted as she pounded into you, bending your knees up to reach deeper inside you.

Somehow, you were already close. You never had came that fast, especially not twice in a row, and as your pussy clenched and pulsed around Wanda, she did not let up one bit.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are," Wanda groaned as she leaned up, turned you over onto your stomach, lifted your hips up to her, and continued fucking you mercilessly. You were face-first in the pillow, ass lifted into the air and supported by Wanda's bruising grip as she plowed into your hole to no end.

"Mommy!" you whined when Wanda reached under you and started to rub your clit. It was so much pleasure, too much. Before long, you came again, whining into the pillow as juices dripped out of you. You thought Wanda was done when she pulled out and let your hips weakly fall to the bed, but the woman pulled you by your ankles to the very edge of the bed, turning you over again to face her.

Your entire face was bright red and sweaty, lips swollen and eyes dazed. Wanda gleamed at the sight of you as she returned her fingers to your clit. You whined, but she gave you a threatening glare.

"You said you wanted more, did you not?" she quipped, and you only closed your eyes and let her play with your oversensitive nub like it was a toy. Soon, she was slipping three fingers inside you again, reaching as deep as she could and curling them sharply. You whined as you felt another pounding pressure growing within you, between her fingers coaxing your insides and her thumb attacking your clit, and you came yet again, leaning up to bury your face into her shirt.

Wanda fingered you through your climax, relishing in the way your walls were tensing so hard around her fingers. As you started to come down, you felt more relief, but there was still something not quite settled within you. Nonetheless, when you felt Wanda forcing her cock into you again, you whined and tried to close your legs.

"Mommy, no, too much," you begged, but she slapped your legs open and hammered herself inside you.

"Take it," she whispered. "This is what you wanted, right, baby? For Mommy to fuck you and make all the horny feelings go away?"

It wasn't working. You were still horny, but you were painfully overstimulated. Wanda reached her hand up your shirt and began pinching your nipple, causing you to shriek and try to squirm away from her. Wanda quickly pulled you back down the bed, causing her to slam hard inside you. You cried out, eyes crossing, and felt her start to jackhammer into you again.

"Mommy, please, it hurts," you whined, feeling sweaty and hot all over. It was getting hard to breathe now, the room was spinning, and you could hardly see. You felt feverish and fittish, and your wife plowing you into the mattress was not helping.

"Keep still, detka. Mommy wants to cum, too. You aren't going to be selfish, are you? Don't you want Mommy to cum?"

You whined, wanting all the sensations to stop, but Wanda was grunting against you, sliding her hands over your tits, moaning as she came nearer to her orgasm. When she did, and you felt her spill her load inside you, it ushered you into another fist-clenching orgasm that made you scream.

Wanda was finally slowing her thrusts as you fell onto the bed, spent. Your arms were flung down around you, head lulled to the side, obviously all used up and drained of the unbearable horniness Wanda had placed in you. She considered continuing even with you halfway passed out, but your pussy was bright red around her, and you obviously were done and needed rest.

Pulling out, Wanda playfully slapped your clit just to watch you jolt and shriek at the feeling, and also to get your attention. You lulled your face back towards her, set in an indefinite pout. You could hardly remember how you got yourself into getting Wanda to fuck you like that, and you had no idea why you had gotten so horny. Wine had never made you so wild.

"All done?" Wanda asked you, bringing her cool hand to your flushed, clammy face. You nodded, still panting, and turned your face away from her again. "Do you want some water, my love?" She watched the side of your face as you nodded, so she quickly went into the kitchen to get you some water. She seemed to be gone longer than usual, and it felt like you were going to die from thirst right as she walked in with a glass of water.

Helping you sit up, due to you being entirely wasted from her affairs on your body, she put the glass to your lips and watched you sleepily drink the entire thing down, every last bit.

Again, you didn't notice the taste of yet another crushed up little pill in your drink.

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #lesbian #lgbt #marvel #smut #nsft #dom!wanda #top!wanda #cnc kink

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wayfayrr · 2 months

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If requests are still open, how about Wild and Tears comparing weapons? (Or really anything that gives you an excuse to highlight how they're similar and how they're different)

My brain has only worked out one little snippet, but I feel like it could be expanded upon? Idk??? This is what I've got so far:

Comparing Lynel weapons -- BotW's Lynel weapons (ooooh, I could see Tears geeking out over the craftmanship of Savage Lynel Sword, Crusher, and/or Spears) vs Totk Lynel horn weapons (I can see Wild absolutely losing his mind (/pos) over the existence of Silver Lynel Reapers and/or Maces. Probably begs & pleads for 200 of them lmao)

Little drabble suggestions like this are gonna be open for a while I think, they're really fun to write and I've got a pretty good flow for tears at the minute!!!

Also your ideas so far? In love/srs naming him lilac is honestly so big-brained and is such a perfect little nickname for him and I've already started using it, the weapons too - there is so so much potential, it feels like I've barely scratched it here (this is also set after they've talked out their issues about how they view their memories, after that gets cleared up they're literally twins your honour!!)

also @h4wari got some more of your boy here for you<333

“What are you holding, I don’t think I’ve seen something like that in my Hyrule.”

“I mean, seeing as you don’t have fuse that isn’t a surprise.”

“Huh?”

“I made it, that’s why you haven’t seen it around.”

Is that what I look like whenever I get excited over something? I’ll have to ask [name] to take a photo of me next time, I could make them something nice in return. Actually, I could probably take them on a quick tour of my- you’re getting distracted thinking about them Link.

“You made it, what from? How long will it last if I’m using it, how much damage does it do, where did you find the materials?” “It’s a silver lynel reaper, I fused one of its horns to a royal broadsword; it should last a good while.”

“Lynels drop their horns in your hyrule? Mine only ever drop their weapons…”

“Oh? I don’t think I’ve seen them drop weapons, well besides bows.”

Our Hyrules are far more different than I thought, maybe they would have been identical during my first quest, if I hadn’t rushed it then I’d be able to know for certain. If I had done it the same way he did… could everything with zelda have been avoided? She was so desperate to get me to remember her when I didn’t want to that she went into the underground and then, no, no point thinking about hypotheticals like that. What’s done is done.

“Would you like to swap?”

“Swap?”

“I’ll give you one of my lynels weapons and get that in return?”

That might have to be one of the most generous trades I’ve ever heard, neither of us can carry many weapons but I have enough horns to give everyone here one without batting an eye. I would be a fool to turn it down though. Giving one to the smith might be interesting actually, it would be interesting to see what he can do with it.

“Sure, before you’re set on this one though… you want to see the things I’ve made from shards of dragon horns?”

“YOU’VE MADE WEAPONS FROM DRAGON HORNS???”

#theres so much potential for weapons #hell tell any of the other links that he can make a LIFESTEAL WEAPON and it's carnage #bro is op #and we love him for it #link x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu tears #moss✦writes #lu wild #totk link x reader

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meow-town · 2 years

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Jealous! Dee x Reader Oneshot 「Seeing Green」

Summary : Dee arrives at a party hoping to find his crush, but envy makes an entrance and makes him reveal secrets within his heart.

Requested by @chanel-lovegood !! Thank you so much! Things have really been piling on lately, so sorry if I take a while to finish requests!

Also, I’m literALLY SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TUMBLR DELETED MY ENTIRE DRAFT FOR SOME REASON AND I HAD TO START OVER

Why was he here? Dee Shvagenbagen, antisocial know-it-all, someone who absolutely despised parties and big social gatherings. He thought they were foolish, he had better things to do. He could be reading, he could be going over school notes, he could be doing anything other than being stuffed in some suburban house with horny sixteen year olds awkwardly swaying to shitty house music. Yet here he was, grabbing onto a clear plastic cup full with water and blowing off everyone who came up to him expecting to get his number.

“Not interested.”

“But I literally just-”

“I’m not interested.”

The brunette sighed, turning on her heel and sulking away to the furthest corner. He sighed and went back on his search, scouting out for the light in this dark realm of absurdity. Turning corners, climbing up stairs to a whole other side of the party, stepping out into the front yard, and continuing to push away people who didn’t know about the concept of personal space. He continued to look for them, the only thing worth being here for.

(f/n) (l/n).

A diamond in the rough. He didn’t expect them to be at party. From what he had gathered, they would much rather be at home than doing anything like this. He had seen social media posts of them reading or drawing or just staying in in general. Dee remembered how he had come to arrive at this party. Kids were bombarding the class group chat with messages about it, obviously, Dee couldn’t be less interested until he overheard someone speak at school. That’s what Dee did. He subconsciously eavesdropped, constantly.

“Yeah, I’ve invited (f/n) to the party. She said she’d go if I did.”

A slight twinge of hurt pecked at his chest, someone had probably spiked the water or whatever.

His mind scattered back, scratching into the deepest corners of his brain to think of more places they could be.

‘Upstairs? No, there’s people making out up there, they wouldn’t be comfortable. Maybe they’re in the bathroom, hiding? That sounds like something they would do.’

His breath hitched in his throat once he realized. Squeezing in between people, leaving behind a trail of ‘excuse me’s and ‘coming through’s. He made his way back out through the kitchen door, leaving to the backyard. And once he slid the door closed, he saw.

There they were. Sitting atop the grass with an anxious dog on their lap.

“Sh, sh. It’s okay! They’re just loud noises, nothing’s gonna hurt you!” The terrier whimpered in response, backing up further into them.

He sighed into his lips, parting his sight. A rosy tint crept onto his cheeks, just by looking at them. (F/n), sweetest soul he’d ever met. And now was a perfect example. The sight of them holding the little creature close to their chest, stroking its fur gradually while whispering sweet words of reassurance - even while fully knowing the dog wouldn’t understand, it was adorable.

A distant song made its way to his ears.

You see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night.

Burning, it, down.

“Dee?”

“Y-yeah? Sorry, I just zoned out.”

He mentally striked himself across the face, scowling visibly while they smiled at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you hated these types of things.”

“I do, but I wanted to see someone here.” ‘You. It’s you who I wanted to see.’ “What about you?”

“A friend dragged me here along with him.”

A comforting silence took over them both. Silences were just different with (f/n), Dee thought. They silently gestured for him to sit next to them, patting the grass with one hand. With still no words spoken, he sat and shuffled closer to (f/n), cheeks still pinkish in color. He reached for the dog to scratch behind its ears and retracted his arms to prop himself up once more. Some stars were visible, but with all of the light coming from inside and the lamppost, they could only point some out.

The terrier suddenly jumped out of (f/n)’s arms to switch over to Dee. Hopping off, it strided to his side and jumped onto his lap. (F/n) looked over at him, giving him a closed-eye smile. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. Wrapping an arm languidly around the pup, his gaze returned to the skies. How long had it been? Bit less than a year now. Around 10 months since (f/n) transferred to his school, and 8 months since he developed a crush on them. It really only got worse from there. It was a silly little crush, at first. Evolved into him thinking about them before he went to sleep, cradling his pillow. Then he began to ask around for their socials, places they would be during the weekend. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here with them right now.

He exhaled deeply, cherishing this moment.

The scent of their hair, their usual coffee order, their playlist, their favorite flower - which they had only briefly mentioned in a school trip once. He remembered every small detail he could recollect, small and unimportant as it may seem. “Who’d you say you came here with?” He blurted out, desperate to get some form of conversation going.

“Oh, just Vitya. He’s in the school band, you’ve probably heard of him.”

His brow unconscious furrowed. Vitya. Sure, he’d heard of Vitya. Bassist and lead vocalist of the school band, as well as second hand man to Ches. He’d visited Ches’s shop every now and then only to see Vitya greet him each time. Vitya, with his ruffled brown hair and his dimples and his incredible skills in music. Who had more talent in his left pinkie finger than Dee could ever have in his entire body.

He chose to let it go, to just enjoy the time he had with (f/n) for as long as he could. Vitya could cloud his thoughts any day, but moments like these came once in a lifetime. “Why don’t you join the band? Haywire has been looking for a new member, and you seem to like the kind of music they produce.”

“Just, uh, not really interested.” Lies. Dee couldn’t play a note if his life depended on it. He tended to rush into things, to impulsively decide to learn something new and get frustrated as all hell when he wasn’t amazing at it within the first five minutes. Being intellectually gifted does that to a person. You grow up all of your life being naturally amazing at everything without having to lift a finger, and once you have to put in effort, you give up.

They sat in lively conversation for about another ten minutes, until the music re-emerged from its muffled state, as a voice shouted over it.

“(F/N)! GET OVER HERE! SOMEONE’S DEDICATING A SONG TO YOU!” (F/n)’s head darted over immediately.

“Oh shit! Really?” The dog jumped up at the sight of their agitated state. “I’m coming! Coming!” While they scrambled to their feet, Dee swiftly pulled the critter off of him.

“I’ll come with.” He grumbled, pulling his jacket back into place. (F/n) nodded and grasped his forearm to drag him inside. They shut the door behind them, placing their plastic cup onto the kitchen counter. An electric guitar being tuned, drum kits being assembled, keyboard being tried out and a bass guitar being plugged in, much to Dee’s dismay. It wouldn’t take a genius to find out who dedicated a song to (f/n). Dee felt bad for the other members of Haywire, being dragged into an entire performance because their leader was head over heels for someone he couldn’t have.

He couldn’t have them, Dee repeated the phrase in his mind, almost to convince himself. (F/n) was destined to end up with him. It was only fair. “This song goes out to someone who’s real special to me.” Dee blocked out the voice to the best of his abilities. He could just imagine the way Vitya looked at (f/n) when he said that. “You’re always by my side, (f/n). And I think this is a good way to show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

‘No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is not a confession.’ Dee thought, looking back at them. The starter riff begun and Dee internally facepalmed at the sound of it.

‘Wonderwall. Of all the songs you could dedicate to someone, Wonderwall. How basic and boring.’

Even with how distressed he was, the blonde always managed to critique something. His gaze flew from one person to another. The crowd staring at them like a pair of animals at the zoo, and the brunette’s sight caught directly onto (f/n).

He carried on through the entire song, adjusting his gaze every once in a while to be able to look at the fretboard. People were recording, as if this were a romantic comedy in which the guy on stage would drop on his knees to receive a kiss from the love interest.

But it didn’t seem to far from that. And it scared Dee.

Vitya staring deeply into (f/n)’s eyes, and them shyly reciprocating with a twinkle.

This wasn’t happening. The absolute hysteria building up in his body was too much to bear. It couldn’t end here. Dee needed to have his chance. He need to tell them how they felt. The tension is his neck was alarmingly visible, and he had to do something.

Vitya leaning further from the stage, beginning to sit on his knees to face the crowd better. Sitting on his knees to face (f/n) better. To have his face closer to theirs. To make their move. To take them away from him. To ruin him.

“Dee?!”

Before he knew what he was doing, he latched onto their frame, swooping them out of the scene.

“What the fuck, man?!” Dee didn’t say anything back, as much as he wanted to. As much as he wanted to swipe the lovesick look clean off of the bassist’s face with a guitar. Dee ignored all complaints and demands to be put down and took them into a closet, locking the door behind them. He took a breather, body pressed firmly against the door, as if someone was to barge in at any second. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Shut up.”

“I- excuse me?!”

“Shut up.”

He doesn’t know why. It seemed right in the heat of the moment and he pulled her away. And now they were both inside a pitch dark closet, sharing a small space that could barely fit the both of them. His breathing calmed down, and his head thudded on the wall behind him once he threw it back. No one had seen them go in here. He made sure. “Dee…” He couldn’t see anything, just black. Pure black. “Why did you pull me in here?” His cool demeanor shattered into small little bits, as he stumbled over words and syllables.

“I-I just… Uhm. I don’t…” He was cut off by a sigh and he shut up this time.

Dark as all hell, with no ability to see anything. He felt two hands press down on his shoulders. “Oh, there you are.” He stifled a gasp when he felt their hands on him, cheeks burning hotter with each second that passed. “These are your shoulders, right?”

“Yeah.. yeah, that’s it.” He replied, voice shaky as he tensed up even more. The tips of his ear were turning pink, and for once he was glad it was dark in the room. He couldn’t imagine having to explain to (f/n) why he was sweating, face looking like a fire truck. They patted along his shoulders, gripping onto his arms and finding their way all over him. Cupping his cheeks, they tugged and pinched slightly.

“Im guessing this is your face..?”

“It is.”

They chuckled and moved to remove their hands. But his ones piled over theirs to maintain them where they were. “N-no.” He whispered. “Keep them here.” (F/n) hummed and did as he said, taking a step forward. He nuzzled further into their palm, exhaling deeply. They were now so close to each other, Dee could feel the body heat radiating off of (f/n). Although there was no light, they could feel his gaze like a touch. They pulled away.

“We should get out of here, Vitya’s looking for me. I don’t wanna make him worry.”

“Stop talking about Vitya. Vitya isn’t here. I’m here.” He husked, now managing to see (f/n) more clearly in the dark. The (hair-colored) beauty relaxed, eyes half lidded. “It’s just Vitya with you, isn’t it?” The question took both of them by surprise. (F/n) didn’t know how to respond, and Dee couldn’t imagine what he had just said. That was risky. Too risky. He could have apologized and let it go, but at this point he might as well pull through with it. “Vitya dedicating a song to you, Vitya inviting you to a party, Vitya and his bass skills, Vitya, Vitya, Vitya.”

He continued to confront them. “What about me? Why can’t you gush over me? I’ve been trying my absolute hardest for you to notice my approaches and nothing. How am I supposed to feel knowing that my best wasn’t good enough, and that some rando can win you over by doing his bare minimum? Huh?”

(F/n) blinked at the blonde’s outburst, mind clouded with so many thoughts at once they couldn’t focus on a single one. They listened to him ramble on, except their brain wasn’t absorbing any of the info he spat at them. Dee Shvagenbagen, antisocial know-it-all, and the most attractive person they’d ever met. Their body drove closer to him, itching to get closer. They’d been keeping their distance for him to not notice them falling for him. After all, he wasn’t interested in people like that. Or at least, people excluding (f/n). Maybe 8 months since she grew apart. And it was harder each day. Harder to not confess the way they felt.

Another step. And another.

And another.

They cupped his chin, pupils dilated completely. Whether it was from the lack of light, or from how close they were to him, they didn’t know. Possibly both. Dee’s rant came halting to an end, as (f/n) closed the space between them.

As they felt fireworks go off in their stomach, as they felt all nerves dissipate from their body, as they silently thanked a greater good for this opportunity.

As they pressed their lips onto his, pressing a stray hand flat on his chest. He felt them run their fingers around his hair, pulling of the hair tie to run their fingers through it. Pausing in between for breaths each time, Dee smashed his lips onto theirs, losing all control he might’ve previously had. He pulled away fro a brief second, enticing them with the promise of more. Only for him to push them back in a mere second, pushing the back of their head into the kiss. Long breaths, roaming hands and deep kisses. “I’ve liked you… Hah, for the longest time. Dee.”

“Me too…”

They clawed at his back when he forced entrance into their mouth, claiming every spot as his. Needless to say, Dee knew his feelings were reciprocated.

#metal Family #metalfamily #metalfamilyxreader #metal family x reader #dee x reader #dee metal family #metal family dee #dee metal family x reader #metal family dee x reader #dee shvagenbagen #dee Shvagenbagen x reader #dee #this took forever I’m so sorry #also kinda rushed because I didn’t wanna make you wait any longer

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jmdbjk · 8 months

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This is my bias...

Help me figure out what's happening here... is this the big dick energy I was talking about or just an optical illusion with the mirror?

Jimin was relaxed and seems like he has certain specific things he wants to accomplish and he's going after it in his usual Jimin-like way. He laughed when talking about what he's been doing and why he's not come to see us live. He said "Do you think I would be doing nothing?" and laughed:

Our Jiminie, through and through.

He addressed his busted up knuckles several times during the live.

Ok, here me out... if he's dabbling in martial arts again... what if Jimin is practicing breaking cinderblocks... because I feel like there are a few blockheads out there that need breaking...yes? But seriously, what if...?

One of the things that I love about Jimin is his self-awareness, his humility and his unpretentiousness. About attending the Dior event prior to this live he expresses how he views himself:

Nervous amongst people in those circles, he says he's a little uncertain and awkward. Though he might feel out of place because of how he views himself, we all know the impact he brings whenever he (or any of the other members) makes an appearance at events like this, no matter how briefly. Fans just want to see him.

One of the things he spoke at length on was how he's been assessing himself, saying it as if stepping back and evaluating what he was doing in a "cold" way, as in clinically critiquing himself.

He said he was able to learn a lot from his Face album activities and promotions and he is improving the way he does things from now on.

He felt like there were a lot of areas where he was lacking and instead of just working on fixing this or that, his mindset is to "start from scratch".

Looking back at it, the excuses are not acceptable to him... to say he was lazy and didn't practice enough or that equipment malfunctioned.

He heard the antis and the criticisms. I personally want to smash their heads in two but I digress with my violent little thoughts.

In order to feel confident while performing onstage he wants to change the way he approaches things.

Overall, Jimin seems like he's got his shit together. He knows there's a time crunch...

😭

He has been thinking how to spend his remaining time with us...

😭

But because he's re-evaluating himself, its taken a long time and I think he's still working on it.

😭

Other things he's mentioned during this live: he's composing new music, shooting a few things, working out, studying English.

He said if he doesn't force himself to take lessons he won't do it. Same, Jimin, same.

He mentioned that he goes out alone in the middle of the night to run along the Han River and when he does he sees Namjoon:

There was other stuff on his mind but he wouldn't share it.

He's been thinking deeply about his future. He is facing his own Chapter 2 (they all are and collectively we are calling this BTS Chapter 2) and he says starting anew is not easy. He's thought a lot about it and still considering how he wants to live his life and future.

You can understand more of his attitude as soon as someone says "Don't forget there are many people cheering for you, Jimin."

His reply is: If there were no people supporting me in my job then there is no need for me to do it.

This is his job. He is the artist. We are the fans. He is not going to forget that there are people cheering for him. He is not worried about fans disappearing as long as he delivers a good product to us.

He is reinventing Park Jimin. And he is taking time to do it and that's why he has not come to see us.

His goal is to change and he's fully confident he can do it. He feels a responsibility as a member of BTS and the man is out to conquer so I say watch out for future Jimin. He just asks for time to make it happen.

I said in a previous post a while back that Jimin – and the company – are not perfect. Speaking only about Jimin: after Face promotions were over and everyone was criticizing him and the company, I said he will evaluate what he's done and if he sees mistakes, things that could be done differently or better, he will fix them going forward. I told y'all this. This is exactly what he is doing.

He mentions that he cut his hair today... and described how long it was (to his chin) before he cut it and I'm crying. I hope he shot photos or video for something before he cut it so we can see...[cry]

His brief mention about Jungkookie's birthday:

My interpretation of his body language: The wheels are turning as he glances around, he is thinking about everything he knows that Jungkook is up to and matter-of-factly tells us "Jungkook is really busy." (Because I know what he's working on).

"I talked to him on the phone yesterday too." Too as in talked to him today as well since this day of Jimin's live IS JK's birthday.

He pauses a moment, thinking about what they spoke about/what he knows about Jungkook's activities and repeats "he's really busy," glances around again, still thinking about what Jungkook is up to and with an intake of breath and looking directly at us says he hopes Kookie-pookie takes good care of his health. He didn't say Kookie-pookie, that was me saying Kookie-pookie.

We know when Jimin is working intensely that he sometimes overdoes it. This is what Jimin implies when he says "he's really busy" and "I hope he takes care of his health" because Jimin can relate to the intensity of JK's activities.

Then asks us to please send his Jungkookie many birthday wishes.

Taking care of his Jungkookie, as he should.

And ending with his own thought about Jungkook's birthday: "It's a wonderful day, right?"

Awwwww.... so sweet. And then that little smirky smirk that I had to edit off because he smirked for another six seconds until someone else asked him AGAIN about his beat up knuckles.

Does he mean scroll back later after the live and look for his explanation about his scraped up hands or is he saying we'll find out later (in future content) why his hands are all beat up?

Then he scoops us up AND WALKS THROUGH HIS APARTMENT SJSKSKSKSJKJMOMFGWTFBBQ????!!!!

He's embarrassed his apartment is dirty or he'd show us. Ok, this is ALREADY A DIFFERENT PARK JIMIN.

My first reaction was NO SHIT, JIMIN! But he meant what he was about to show us was unusual for him. He wanted to show us his solar system mood light (my whole self burst with love for him when he did this).

He's laughing at himself the whole time he's setting it up, telling us his friend made fun of him, a 30 year old man with a mood light.

In bed with Jimin:

Versus in bed with Jungkook:

This is one of the ways I see Jimin transitioning himself. I don't know what the specific catalyst is/was but he's pivoted from being a total privacy freak to now walking around his apartment and showing us various rooms.

His dad's room when he comes to visit:

Jungkook has stated how he grew up learning from the members. You can see that he's learned a lot specifically from Jimin. Well, I think it's Jimin's turn to learn from Jungkook how to show another side of himself in this less inhibited way. I don't expect a naked-in-bed live from Jimin anytime soon but just the fact he showed us even a glimpse of his bed:

And then actually laid down on his bed and did this:

It's fitting he has a realistic solar system mood light. He was into astronomy in school, right? And as I said in a previous post, it makes sense now why the moons on his back look realistic.

He responded to a few comments and one about his earring, he's wearing one in his left ear but the right one got infected so he took it out.

When asked what his plans were for activities he said this:

[he said something that translated to "pondering" and I love him]

When asked to show his seven tattoos (behind his ear, his back, left elbow, right elbow, chest, wrist, finger) he said he posted it yesterday and he looked like an anchovy:

That's my bias, a skinny little anchovy with a heart as big as the universe and a smile that rivals the sunniest day.

I just want this man to be happy in his life:

Jiminie seems to be in control and thriving. I'm excited for him and my heart will break in a billion pieces when he leaves for enlistment. I know I will need to take the day off work (HOW CRAZY IS THAT??)

But sounds like he's going to show us/give us more before he goes and I feel very blessed that this one is my bias.

#jimin #jungkook #jikook #bts chapter 2 #jimins solar system mood lamp #if he only knew how old some of us were right?#he's in good company #dope old bangtan

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Ok but why do I feel like toots is super independent the whole day and when she’s around her other friends and has always had the “I can take care of myself” attitude. But the second Bradley steps in front of her she kind of wants him to take over everything and loves when he’s protective? It reminds me of the tik toks where the girlfriends do everything from A-Z by themselves the whole day and as soon as the boyfriend comes home they’re like can you open this jar pls?

was this a blurb request? probably not, but I wrote one anyway because it is literally the cutest thing ever

warnings: language, that's it I think

Ryan had a plan, a three step method to get you to go on a date with him. Honestly his intention was not to find a girlfriend when he started volunteering at the shelter, but the pretty girl with bright smiles who kindly showed him around on his first day was too perfect to ignore. It was difficult to talk to you though, it was really only possible when you both happened to be volunteering at the same time, so Ryan had to use his time wisely. Hence the three step plan.

Step one: find excuses to be near you

“Do you need help with that?”

Ryan hastily makes his way over to you when he notices the large bag of kibble you’re lifting by yourself. He’s already planning out how much conversation he can fit into a trip to the back and what jokes he should tell you to get you to laugh, when you smile kindly at him.

“It’s alright,” you assure him. “I’ve got it. But thank you.”

Ryan’s sure he looks surprised, his eyes trailing down to the large bag of dog food you’re carrying. “Are you sure? Looks heavy.”

“I’m okay. I think James could use some help though.” With your head, you gesture to the other man who’s juggling a various assortment of dog toys.

Ryan can hardly react before you’re pivoting on your heel and continuing to lug the kibble bag into the back. With a sigh, he turns around, a defeated expression on his face as he picks up a few of the toys James had dropped.

The other man laughs. “Don’t even try it, man. She’s as independent as they come.”

“What do you mean?” Ryan asks as he grabs a kong.

“She never asks for help from anybody,” James looks at him dramatically. “Ever. You’re not the first guy to try the Prince Charming act on her. It does not work.”

Okay, you were independent, Ryan could get that. He liked it even. He’d just have to move on to the next step.

Step two: do something unrelated to work to get you to notice him

“Hey,” Ryan lets out a nervous breath, his hands clammy against the bright pink box he’s holding as he approaches you. “I, um, I brought doughnuts… since it’s, uh, Friday.”

Despite the awkward preamble, you light up, smiling a big toothy grin that makes Ryan’s heart stutter.

“That’s really nice of you, Ryan. We should let the others know, they’ll be super excited.”

Ryan scratches the back of his neck with a laugh. “Yeah, I was thinking, um, maybe you wanted the first—”

“Guys!” You call out to the other volunteers to get their attention. “Guess what, Ryan brought doughnuts!”

Ryan watches helplessly as everyone lines up in front of him to grab a doughnut. And, to his sheer horror, by the time the line reaches its end and you’re standing in front of him, there is only one doughnut left.

You shrug good-naturedly at the dilemma. “You should have it, Ryan. I mean, you brought them so you definitely deserve it. I'm just glad everybody else got one.”

When Ryan looks, James is laughing, mouth wrapped around a jelly-filled doughnut.

Step three: fuck all of that and just muster up the courage to ask you out

“You came!”

Ryan freezes at the sound of your excited squeal. He’d been waiting for you to come out of your office, somewhat hidden between the refurbishments of the front entrance of the shelter. He didn’t even have the chance to reveal himself before you were jumping into the arms of a very tall, very big man.

The man catches you effortlessly, supporting you with one arm as you cup his cheeks, excitedly squeezing them together. “You texted me 12 times, toots.” He says through squished lips.

“Well, yeah,” you kiss his nose. “I missed you.”

The man hums, setting you back down, but keeps his hand on your back. His other hand reveals the white bag of takeout he’s been holding. “I brought shawarma.”

“You did? You’re the best!” You tackle him with another hug, though the man hardly moves. You’re smiling brighter than Ryan’s ever seen you smile before.

“You ready to go?”

“Almost.” Unwrapping your arms from the man’s waist, you gesture to three bags of kibble stacked near a door. “I just have to get those moved into the back. But it should only take a second.”

The man eyes the bags, then you, and sets down your takeout. “You’re not carrying those, toots. They’re too big for you.”

And of course, Ryan expects you to refute this. Because, for whatever reason, you don’t accept help from anyone. Because you’re as independent as they come. Because you won’t even accept a doughnut. Instead, you hold one of his hands as the man picks up all three bags of kibble with the other.

(Which Ryan is 100% not intimidated by. He could do that too, if he wanted to… He just doesn’t want to. But he’s not scared of this literal orc you’re animatedly talking to as you swing your interlocked hands.)

“Well, I’ll be damned.” A sudden laugh makes Ryan jump and he whips around to see James looking at you and the man with a light laugh. “That’s a plot twist we didn’t see coming, huh?”

Ryan decides to ditch step three and just let you leave with your big, scary boyfriend and a bag of shawarma.

“That guy in there has a crush on you,” Bradley says as you walk to his car.

“What?” You look up at him in alarmed confusion. “Which guy? No one has a crush on me.”

Bradley grunts. “Tell that to the dude who was watching us like a little perv.”

“Bradley!”

Bradley ignores your scolding, letting go of your hand when you reach the car. “Put the food in the back... please.”

He unlocks the Bronco and you put the bag of food on the backseat, before hopping into the passenger side. You get situated in the seat and look at Bradley expectantly.

“I feel like buckling your own seat belt is something you could do yourself.” Regardless, Bradley is grabbing the belt from where it’s hanging inside the car.

“But I like the way you do it.”

“Yeah? And how do I do it?” The belt clicks into place and Bradley checks that it’s smooth against your chest and lap, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You grin. “Like that.”

Bradley closes your door, making his way around the back of the car and into the driver’s side. It isn’t until many minutes later, after you’ve sung along to a few songs on the radio, that you remember your original conversation.

“Do you really think someone at the shelter has a crush on me?” You turn to Bradley nervously. “What do I do?”

Bradley lets out a breath of air through his nose. “Toots, you were jumping all over me like a fuckin’ monkey. I’m thinking he got the message.”

He’d also, most certainly, picked up three bags of kibble at once for a reason, but Bradley wasn’t going to tell you that part.

#bradley bradshaw blurb #bradley bradshaw x toots #monsters in the dark #under the hard deck #buggy's got a pen

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Vacation!Nanami x Black!reader

♡genre: established relationship , romance, fluff, smut

♡warnings: +18 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬!! MDNI!! fluff,slow to rough sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, cutenames ( my love, beautiful, good girl, princess), pwp(barley there plot) , sub!reader & dom!Nanami [ i think thats it pls let me know if i missed anything :) ]

This tiktok inspired this headcanon😭🤞🏾

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So we all know that Nanami doesn't go on vacation, he's a certified workaholic but if he does it's only because his best girl wants him with her, of course he brings his work with him, online meetings and all of that.

When his beautiful angel of a girlfriend offers to go out for lunch he absolutely cannot resist the pout on her plump lips and the way her sundress flows around her frame, he just has to go with you.

So now here you are hand in hand enjoy the breeze and the sun on your skin. Matching outfits making your pictures so much better.

Having lunch on the deck was amazing until the waitress kept trying to flirt with your man.

Key word TRYING because nanami was not giving her the time of day, keeping his eyes on you playing with your hand.

"Excuse me sir what would you like anything off of our special menu" she said leaning closer to him

Before you could tell her off Nanami moved his chair closer to you so you could sit side by side.

"No, how about you my love, I'll have whatever you're getting" Nanami said kissing your shoulder as he pulled your arm closer to his chest.

"I'll get a chicken salad, fries and lasagna please" you said smiling at the waitress

"Can we also get one mango, pineapple smoothie two waters and a new waiter, thanks" Nanami said not even looking at the woman as she scoffed and stomped away.

Lunch went perfect after the change and the next place to go was the private pool attached to your suite.

When the occasion does arise for Nanami to go on holiday he goes for luxury and comfort over anything especially once you two got together.

And the most important thing about a good vacation is privacy.

A dip in the pool turned into a playful water fight splashing about, laughter being carried by the wind, the sun turning the water droplets on your skin into stars, making Nanami fall deeper in love with you, as you tried to swim away Nanami pulled you into his arms basically lifting your body halfway out of water.

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, one hand weaving your fingers through his hair, your acrylics scratching his scalp making him close his eyes and hum in satisfaction.

Taking this opportunity you leaned down and kissed him the kiss you shared intensified his tongue making its way into your mouth.

His hands roamed around your body switching between squeezing your thighs and your ass not knowing which to choose. The heat growing within your bodies contrasted with the cool water surrounding the both of you making you want to get closer to each other, closer than the way you already were.

Breaking away from the kiss the both of you breathing heavily trying to catch your breath.

"Let's go inside" you said as you kissed his neck loving the way his body felt against yours.

Nanami walked to the edge of the pool sitting you down on the edge so you could stand up. Making your way to the room you started stripping your bikini making a show out of it, taking off your bikini top you tossed it over your shoulder hearing it his the floor behind you, as you reached for the ties on the side of you bikini bottoms you heard Nanami get closer to you.

You giggled as Nanami led you into the room. His entire body was pressed to your back and you nearly moaned as he sucked on your neck.

“Gimme a kiss,” Nanami murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. Turning your body around he picked you up his hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin walking towards the bed until his knees hit the bed. Breaking the kiss he remained quiet as he tossed you onto the bed and spread your creamy, brown thighs.

A low, hungry growl rumbled in his chest as he stared down at your pussy. Licking his lips, he started to go down to have a taste, but stopped as an idea came to him. "Baby, want you to put your pussy on my face." He laid down on the bed and beckoned for you to come.

Biting your lip, not sure if you could do what was asked of you. You let out a squeak when he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you over to him. Untying the strings of your bikini so quickly that you didn't notice.

Lifting you up easily, he placed you into his lap and grabbed your chin. Nanami pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss that left you panting and wanting more. His dark eyes had a serious glow in them as he firmly said, "Sit. On. My. Face."

Your hands grabbed the headboard of the bed almost immediately at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling over your puffy folds, The sight of Nanami underneath you was honestly one of the sexiest things ever. Your head fell back as your felt you walls beginning to quiver on his tongue.

It's messy the way he eats you, dragging his tongue over your clit as he pushes back your thighs. your folds spread out allowing him to push his tongue between your tight walls.

he moans as your pussy tightens around his muscle. he slurps your cream, fucking you with his tongue.

"fuck, you taste good" he breathes, "you're fucking soaked." he's drunk on you, his fingers dig into your thighs as he buries his face deeper in your folds.

"feels so good" you pant, tangling your fingers in his hair. he groans as he closes his lips around your clit, sucking your swollen bud and reducing you to a moaning mess. "fuck, Kento," you gasp. your thighs twitch under his fingers as a heat fills your body.

You gush over his mouth, rocking on his lips, cumming. your lips part to let out sweet moans of his name.

Nanami made slurping sounds as he devoured you. Your sweet taste dripping down his chin as he found pleasure in hearing your cries and moans as his tongue worked orgasm after orgasm from your pretty cunt. His fingers came up to slide into your sticky hole as his lips closed your swollen, protruding clit.

Thighs trembled around his head as he pulled another orgasm from you with his greedy tongue. "Ken, baby...I can't anymore." You tried to lift yourself up, but his fingers dug into your plush thighs, yanking you back down onto his hungry lips.

"One more beautiful. Give me one more and I'll be satisfied." Nanami was drunk off your taste. He could be smothered by your thighs all day if he could. Sucking your tender clit back into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it as his fingers pushed back inside, thrusting in and out of you and making loud squelching sounds.

Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as you ground your hips down onto his lips, his tongue sliding over your weeping pussy. Gazing back down at his face, the sight was enough to make you cum hard on his tongue.

Nanami tried to catch every last drop of your sweet release, but some managed to drip down his chin and cheeks as he swallowed what fell into his mouth. He gave your pussy a few gentle licks before let you fall limply to the side. "I needed that." He said as he sat up. "Thank you, baby." Nanami kissed your forehead

Situating himself in front of you he started lifting your legs around his waist. Looking at him with basically hearts in your eyes your eyes glanced down you didn't realise that his swimming trunks were long gone.

" How are you feeling my love" Nanami asked as he kissed your chest making his way up to your lips.

"So good Nami~"you sighed loving the feeling of his weight on your body.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly. "You' re taking it so good" he sucks in a breath, his voice deep and calm as he works his thick length into you. "good girl" he praises you, pulling out slowly only to work his thick cock back into your throbbing cunt.

“so good baby, you take me so well”

“you like being stuffed with my cock, huh?" he groans out as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good....shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl, you're just so good for me.”

Your heart swells at the praise you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

Kento! ” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest against you. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.” you cry still sensitive from your previous high.

Nanami laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of Kento's girth. He chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain. "Lift your hips up for me princess" Nanami says right in your ear making your head spin.

you do your best to lift your hips , shuddering at how his luscious blonde hair tickles your shoulders as he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time Nanami pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. You barely have any room to breathe between the way Kento fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.

“Be a good girl, be my pretty girl and cum f’me, I wanna see your eyes when you cum for me baby. ” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me, fuck. You're my good fucking girl.” He moans throwing your legs over his shoulders and pressing deeper into you.

“i can’t, can’t. K-ken-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. You let your head fall back against soft pillows beneath you, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. The knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your pussy.

“fuck, you’re squirting,” Nanami sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “That’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.

He leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your pelvis to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please Kenni. cum inside me, please.” You beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as Nanami picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down to the sheets.

His thrusts were sloppier, signaling his release. You clenched your walls around him as he kept hitting that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back, your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his.

With one last sloppy thrust he spilled himself into you, milking every single drop of his cum. Your body dissolved into pleasure, coming undone underneath the man you love.

Kissing your ankle where an anklet with both of your initials lay he trailed his hands all over your body helping relax your muscles as he praised you for being oh so sweet for him. Barely hearing a word he was saying you relished in the warmth of his kisses and the feeling of his hands massaging your thighs.

"I'm going to draw us a bath okay love" Nanami said as he slowly pulled away from you making you wine at the loss of contact.

"I'll be quick" he said as he went to the bathroom, the sound of the water running combined with the smell of lavender made you feel more relaxed, your body sinking into the bed.

"Princess you can't go to sleep just yet" Nanami said with a small laugh, you just looked so soft surround by the pillows, your body curved around the duvet the sun making the whole situation look like it was straight out of a movie.

"mhm" you said not really having the energy to reply without realising it Nanami came to the bed and picked you up as if you weighed nothing. This made you laugh as you were caught by surprise from the sudden rush of air.

As you made your way to the bath Nanami set you down on the counter. "Beautiful, I forgot towels, I'll be right back" he said as he kissed you before walking out.

Jumping off the counter you quickly used the toilet and cleaned up a bit before he came back. Looking in the mirror you saw the complete hot mees he left you. Braids in a tangled mess, hickies scattered all over your neck and chest going down your stomach as you looked back at your face your lip gloss from earlier was basically non existent, eyes hooded with content and a small smile on your face. Nanami walked back in with not only towels but also two bottles of water.

"Ready?" he asked as he set everything down on the counter.

"yep" you smiled back as you made your way to the steaming bubble bath. Sliding in you sighed in complete bliss as the water surround you. Hearing Nanami get in behind you you leaned back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I love you Kento" you smiled back at him.

"I love you too my darling princess" he said as he kissed you.

A/n: so part two of ma Belle evangeline is coming soon I just really need to get this off my mind as soon as I saw that tik tok I just had to do something about it. this turned out longer than I thought 💀buuut I still love it, please let me know what you think, like share and comment <3

P.S please let me know if you want to be tagged in my future fics or part 2 of ma Belle evangeline

#nanami x reader #kento nanami smut #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami x black!reader #jjk smut #nanami x y/n #black reader #black!reader #cw.squirting

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