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imagineanime2022 · 2 months

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Demon Brothers W/ An S/O W/ CIPA

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Belphagor X Reader.

Requested: Anon

Request: Haiii:3

I have been reading your posts for some while and i really like how you write!!!

But anyway straight to the point, could you write the obey me brothers with a S/O who has CIPA?

if you dont know what that is its basically where a person cant feel pain, feel heat or cold, and cant sweat.

You can ignore this if you want, take your time. <3

Lucifer = Blue

Mammon = Italic (would not let me do yellow)

Levi = Orange

Satan = Green

Asmo = Pink

Beel = Red

Belphie = Purple

You = Bold

A/N: I had vaguely heard of this before this request and did some research into some of the other things that yo can suffer along side it, let me know if theirs anything that you would like me to change or isn't quite true.

Warnings: Talks of pain, broken bones, bruises, CIPA from the view of someone who has not seen or dealt with it.

Lucifer

📚 No word of a lie this man knew that there was something different about you the moment that you appeared in devildom but he couldn’t tell what it was just by looking at you. 📚 The first thing he picked up on was your choice in clothing. Why are you wearing a jumper in the midst of summer? It looks nice. Are you not hot? I don’t really feel hot. 📚 The second was you play fighting with Beel, even he has the oldest and most powerful of the brother found it hard to keep up with Beel but you a human seemed to be bouncing back from what seemed to be a good deal of Beel’s natural strength, you were covered in bruises when you came down the next morning but you weren’t at all concerned by them. 📚 The third and final one was when you were in the kitchen you had been talking to him and he watched as you put your hand down on the still hot stove that you had been using moments before but you didn’t tear your hand away instead continued talking. 📚 Lucifer had never shot forward so fast demanding to know what was wrong with you while he treated the first degree burn. 📚 Lucifer did some research and then set a schedule to make sure that you stayed healthy, you weren’t allowed anywhere on your own and when you did sustain an injury self assessment was not allowed, he’d be taking you to a professional if he couldn’t tell himself. 📚 He gave his brothers strict instructions on what they needed to be vigilant of when you were out with them and even sent the same instructions to purgatory hall and the castle (not that Solomon or Barbatos needed them, they definitely figured this out within weeks of meeting you). 📚 Lucifer will literally come out of nowhere with some kind of temperature device to make sure that you weren’t too hot or too cold, let’s hope that you never faint because you're too hot. 📚 I think he’d honestly be the most worried, he’s always thinking about you and wondering if you're okay, checking his phone constantly to make sure that you hadn’t hurt yourself somehow. 📚 You're in more danger here than you’ve ever been, you need someone looking out for you.

Mammon

💳 Mammon had no clue. 💳 Literally nothing different about you, versus any other human that he’s seen (not that he’s really seen any, let alone interacted with them). 💳 At first he just thought that you were super durable and that instantly had his mind running, he could make money off of the videos that he filmed of you. Yeah for a while you were the get rich quick scheme. 💳 Until one night that you stood up to Lucifer to protect him and Beel and actually got hurt, you had fallen awkwardly, everyone winced and somehow you stood completely normal. 💳 Unfortunately it doesn’t matter how much he sees you're probably going to have to tell him what is going on with you. 💳 Once he understands what’s going on with you he’s a lot more considerate. He always has an extra jumper if you don’t bring one or will offer to carry yours if he feels like you might be getting too hot. 💳 The occasional hyperactivity that comes with CIPA is welcomed with Mammon, he’s up for having pillow fights and running around the house, he’s made a child proof room for you both to play around in when you need it. 💳 He’s not as hands on as Lucifer is but he doesn’t actually leave you alone with anyone who isn’t his brothers, does not trust another soul with your health. 💳 I’m your protector remember? I’ll protect you from everything even if it is yourself.

Leviathan

🎮 It took Levi a little while to figure it out considering he spent most of his time in his bedroom away from everyone else. 🎮 However the more time that you spent together the more that he realised that you didn’t seem to feel pain. 🎮 He watched as you stubbed your toe, smacked your hand on the bathtub or walked into the sofa but the real teller was when you bit your lip until it bleed one day. 🎮 Stop that. What? Your lips are bleeding, doesn’t that hurt? Not really, I don’t really feel pain. What? 🎮 Levi started to watch you more carefully, when he saw you chewing at your lip, he’ll hand you something else to chew food or chewing gum or something, even had a fidget toy in case you start pulling at the skin on your fingers or around your nails. 🎮 His scales make him the perfect cuddle buddy when you get too warm. I think he runs a little cooler than most other demons so it helped to cool you down when you were running a bit hot. 🎮 Would literally have you wear a watch that tracks your body with the app connected to his and your DDD so that he could make sure that you were okay. 🎮 Since he does his lessons at home, you will get random text messages like: You're getting too hot, take that jumper off or why’s your heart rate up? What are you doing? 🎮 Someone has to make sure that you die, you Normie.

Satan

🐈 Satan absolutely knew that there was something different about you and it took him less than 24 hrs to guess what it was. 🐈 Satan has a lot of knowledge, including knowledge on humans, he reads a lot and that meant that he had read about a lot of different ailments that humans could have so had read about CIPA but he didn’t think that he’d ever meet a human that had the ailments. 🐈 He then proceeds to find out everything that he doesn’t know about it so that when something happens he knows what to do. 🐈 Honestly he’s usually not around when something happens to you, you’ll probably walk into his bedroom after the fact and he would see that you were injured. 🐈 What happened? What? Your arm is bruised. What happened? Oh… I don’t know. Can you please be more careful? 🐈 Will not treat you like a child, you have been dealing with this all your life, you don’t need someone babying you. He is well aware of your limits though and will check on you if he thinks it’s necessary. 🐈 He’s always checking in with you but it’ll be more subtle then the others, he’ll press a kiss to your forehead to gauge your temperature or offer you cold or hot drinks to try and make sure that you stay at an optimum temperature. 🐈 You are the only person that he worries about when it comes to his cats, they are usually fine but he knows that they could do damage when they are playing with you, so he watches carefully and makes sure that you only use the cat's toys that he has bought for you to use. 🐈 Literally hates it when you have a knife and fork, he watches you like a hawk and if there’s even a single sign of danger, he’ll cut the food himself, he would have you cutting off your own limbs for dinner. 🐈 Stop. Stop that. Stop, I’ll do it.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmodeus kinda knew but he never said anything, just treated you the same as he would anyone else. 💅 It would be an accident when he finds out that you even have an issue, he was complaining about sweat one day and you dropped the bomb. 💅I wish I just didn’t sweat. No you don’t. I know that it’s fundamental or whatever Satan said but- No you don’t wish that because then you start fainting because of overheating and have the threat of a seizure every time you have a fever. What? 💅 You literally made his brain stop working because it took him a full minute to realise that you were talking from experience. Has you explain everything to him. Literally everything, he needs to understand. 💅 Now we all know that Asmo isn’t going to be able to protect you from everything so instead, he looks after your body for you, spa night where he does a full inventory, he notes any marks, bruises or wounds on your body and makes sure that they are healing properly. 💅 He hates seeing you hurt so he has like safety gloves that he just makes you wear, he wanted a full bubble to make sure that nothing apart from him touched you ever again. 💅 Would ask the others for help keeping you safe, literally bribing the family (not that he needed to, they all wanted you safe after all) and they are going to take everything that he offered. 💅 Asmo is literally the parent that follows you around with plasters, bandages and cold compress packs for any eventuality. 💅 Oh my god are you okay!? Here, what do you need? We’ll need a long spa day after this.

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel treated you like you were a delicate flower anyway, there was nothing that was gentle enough for you and he had to make sure that everything you did was tested first. 🍔 You will have to tell him what is going on with you because let’s be honest he does a very good job of keeping you out of trouble but that means that when something bad happens it’s really bad. 🍔 I think it’s broken. Yeah probably. Doesn’t that hurt. It’s supposed to. But it doesn’t. Not for me. 🍔 It’s up to you to explain the good and bad points of your ailment because even if he did read about it he’s not going to understand it at all. 🍔 Now all I can think of with this man is that he just holds you above all danger, like you’ll be on his shoulders or he’ll hoist you over his shoulder when he feels like you’ll get hurt. 🍔 Beel will avoid situations that he think will cause you any harm, he’s not always going to notice the signs that something is wrong so he tries to just keep you away from it instead. 🍔 Always has a drink, fan or coat if he thinks that you need it. You’ll honestly wonder where he pulls it out from, it doesn't matter he’ll always have it. 🍔 Keeps you away from his very rowdy Fangol team, they’ll have you seriously injured in less than a few seconds, he eventually told them how delicate you were and the best of the team looked out for you like you were their own, even had you on the bench sometimes to keep you out of the crowd. 🍔 Will let you sit on him not matter what he’s doing, laying on the couch eating, he’ll have you sit on his chest. Working out, you can be the counterweight (you might actually need to hold a weight to make it a challenge though). 🍔 I’m not really good at learning about stuff, but I can keep you safe. I promise

Belphegor

💤 Belphie is probably the one who finds out the earliest in your relationship and that’s because of everything he tried to do to you before you got him back to the rest of the family. 💤 You could see that he struggling with it and when he apologised you literally waved him off. 💤 Don’t worry I can’t feel anything anyway. Huh? I couldn’t feel anything that you did before, if that helps… You know it didn’t hurt. Now I’m guilty and confused. 💤 You explained properly what you were talking about and surprisingly enough he did understand a great deal about it. 💤 When you were alone together he would find himself asking if you ever wished to change your ailment and how it actually felt to have it. 💤 He’s probably the only one besides Beel to ask you what you wanted him to do and how he could help, he’s lazy and he doesn’t often find himself in many harmful situations so he doesn’t have to worry about that. It’s more about regulating your body and making sure that you are keeping yourself healthy. 💤 He kept snacks and other things around so that if you needed something it was to hand, you still hurt yourself sometimes when reaching for something or walking to the bathroom but nothing too serious with him. 💤 Orders Beel to keep you safe and return you back to him at the end of each school day because he knows at some point he’s going to sneak off to find somewhere to sleep and you might not always want to do that. 💤 Belphie learns you tells for when something is wrong and can figure most things out based on your answers, steals things from his brothers if he needs to make sure that you are comfortable, and also wraps his tail around you to stop you from rolling out of bed. 💤 Don’t worry you can spend the rest of your life in bed with me, nothing can hurt you here.

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snowdropluck204 · 1 year

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Comforting Their SO - BNHA

PART 1

Bakugou Katsuki

I feel like Katsuki would be the type to be openly worried about you, one of the only times he'd show an emotion other than anger in public. He would know exactly what to do simply from observing what previously cheered you up in the past!

~ Katsuki returns home to the apartment you share, only to see you sat cuddled up on the couch crying. ~ Immediately worried something bad had happened, Katsuki begins looking around your home for intruders or something that was out of place. ~ When he finds nothing, he races over to you. ~ "Teddy Bear," He whispered, kneeling on the floor in front of you, "What happened, are you okay?" He was racing through his words, worried you were hurt. ~ Since UA, Katsuki had to get used to the idea of being more quiet around you, sometimes being too quiet so he doesn't upset you further. It was a difficult change, but one he was willing to make. ~ Still weeping, you held up your favourite book, mumbling through your words, something about a character dying, or was it about a couple finally being canon, or maybe just a character you thought was cute? ~ Sighing to himself, Katsuki made himself comfortable in the blankets next to you, holding you close as you cried, knowing to just let you do your own thing whilst cuddling you. ~ "This happens too often dumbass." He tells you fondly, as he picks up the phone to order food in, knowing you won't let him leave you for any reason.

Izuku Midoriya

If you were upset, Izuku would 100% go into overdrive, first, completely wracked with worry, but then his hero brain would take over, he would calm down, assess the situation and make sure that you're okay!

~ Snuggled up on the couch with Izuku was one of the greatest gifts that you had been given. ~ Even though he got flustered relatively easily, there was one thing he was perfectly comfortable with, something he had sought out since high school, even now that he was a pro hero. ~ Cuddles. ~ Whether he was the big spoon or the little spoon, you know just how much he loves cuddling with you, he tells you so as he whines as you stand up to cook the two of you dinner. ~ Smiling and humming to yourself as you cook, you hardly notice just how hot the stove was getting until you grabbed the metal handle of the pan and flinched, pulling away and letting out a small yelp of pain. ~ Izuku, hearing your voice, shot from his seat on the couch and into the kitchen faster than a freight train. ~ Seeing you holding your hand to your chest, small tears in the corners of your eyes, he began running the cold water, gently grabbing your wrist. ~ After keeping your hand under the water for ten minutes or so and noticing there was no redness or blisters, he held your hand in both of his larger ones, kissing each of your fingers. ~ "You need to be more careful Puppy."

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was always stoic, but I feel like when you're upset or need the comfort, he'd be even more so. He knows you need a rock, someone to lean on, he could absolutely be that person, even if he wasn't all that good at noticing social cues, he knew when his partner was upset.

~ When it came to you, Shoto was more serious than ever. ~ Especially when you were hurt or upset. ~ It just so happens, that today was one of those days, you had gotten a call from the hospital that a close relative of yours had been in an accident. ~ When you had called Shoto in tears, he knew something was wrong and was already leaving his agency when you told him what had happened. ~ Whilst he was thankful that you weren't the one that was hurt or in any danger, he knew you weren't okay and rushed home to take care of you. ~ Shoto wasn't much for PDA, but when the two of you were behind closed doors, he usually couldn't get enough, loving your fingers running through his bi-coloured hair, or resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. ~ But he knew that you needed to be loved more than himself right now, he held you close, stroking your hair and keeping your head close to his chest as he tried to calm you down. ~ "It's alright my love, I'll always be here."

Eijiro Kirishima

I feel like depending on the situation, Eiji would have to choose between being there for you and just joining in the sob fest! He's an emotional baby and sometimes, the best comfort is knowing that you're not going through it alone!

~ We all know that Eijiro is just the most cheerful and sweetest shark boy that has ever lived. ~ Which means that when you're upset, he'll probably get upset too. ~ When he came home and saw you watching one of your favourite shows (a show that you had watched to completion a dozen times) and eating ice cream from the carton, he knew what he was in for. ~ Even though he may not know the show, or might not be into it, he will still grab a spoon from the kitchen and join you on the couch. ~ When Katsuki called him an hour later, asking where he had gotten to, all he heard was the muffled tears of Eijiro and his partner. ~ "That was so manly!" He cried, watching the main character save his lover. ~ "I promise you Gumdrop, I will save you like that someday." ~ Realising that that would make you in danger, he quickly revoked that sentence and came up with something to cheer you up. ~ "From the dreaded housework that you hate so much!" He cheered, wiping his tears, picking you up bridal style and dancing around the room.

Denki Kaminari

Denki was an absolute mess when you were upset, he had no idea what he was doing! But usually you found it cute! He would definitely try the things that would make him cheer up before asking Mina what to do...

~ Denki would have worked quickly in the relationship, you were no longer just a couple living together, you were engaged. ~ And Denki STILL didn't know how to comfort you without making it worse. ~ Whether you hurt yourself, were too worried about him or just upset for the sake of being upset, (many people are, it's okay!) Denki would tip-toe around you, trying to make it better. ~ Eventually he would make it up to you, but until then, just picture the blonde dunce trying to hug you or stroke your hair, only to back down when you moved slightly or sniffed. [Bonus: I can also see him accidentally hurting you trying to fix something. Like, he tries to dry your tears, only to poke you in the eye.] ~ You think it's adorable that he is trying not to make it worse but is failing spectacularly, this usually cheers you up. ~ And when he finally gets the dumb idea to buy you the biggest teddy bear he could find, a grin lifts onto your face and in turn, his as well. ~ The amount of stuffed animals you now have in your shared apartment is ridiculous, as every time you get upset, he dances on eggshells around you until he caves and buys you a giant cuddly toy. ~ "Sorry I'm a bit bad at this darlin', I'm sure I'll get better… Eventually!"

Hitoshi Shinso

Primarily, the only things that Hitoshi would have to comfort you for, are things that he's done... Something that he knew you'd get mad at him for, but would do anyway...

~ You and Hitoshi are the perfect couple in everyone's eyes. ~ But it isn't always easy. ~ Whether its a stupid argument about who left the the lights on, or maybe you're worried about him and his job and when you shout about it he rolls his eyes at your 'needless worry'. ~ If you're wondering why that second example was so specific, it's because that's exactly what happened. ~ Hitoshi had gotten himself hurt whilst he was out fighting a villain on patrol, he didn't have any back up but went ahead with the fight anyway. ~ When he came home, he knew there would be a fight from you. And he was right. ~ You were furious that he had intentionally put himself in harm's way. Even if he was a hero, there was a difference between being a hero and being an idiot, even if he didn't see it. ~ After the shouting would stop, you would stop talking to him entirely, realising it was all going over his head and he wasn't listening. You stormed off to the bedroom to lie down and cry. ~ Hitoshi would give you some time to calm down, which killed him. ~ Knowing you were upset and that he had caused it hurt him deeply and as much as he wanted to run to you, he knew there was no point until you had calmed down. ~ After ten minutes or so, he couldn't stand it anymore and jogged to the bedroom, he lay down behind you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest and squeezing slightly. ~ "I'm so sorry Kitten, I promise I won't do it again."

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jotaroslooseeyebrowhair · 1 year

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(Un)Dead Beat Dad (Chapter 4)

Warnings: some mentions of medical care, also domestic fluff cause im a SLUT for Dad!Jason and his son Chap 3 Chap 5

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Sitting up with a start, Danny readied an ectoblast in his hand, lurching forward in pain at using his powers. He clenched his burning palm to his chest, his core ached but his hand felt as if someone had shot a blast and he had caught it with his bare palm. Danny sucked in a deep painful breath and counted in his head until the pain was more bearable. He listened closer and heard a string of curses from what sounded like the kitchen, and huffed a small laugh at that. Danny carefully shifted the blankets off him and walked to the door, stuffing his hand in his pocket. He reached up and pulled the door open silently, walking towards where the cinnamon smell came from. He turned the corner and saw Red Hood in the kitchen in normal clothes, making something good smelling at the stove. Danny thought for a moment and padded his way over to the tall man, and tugged on his grey sweatpants. The man jumped and turned, looking down at the small kid in front of him. Danny saw Red Hoods bare face and let out a chirp from his core, throwing his hands to his eyes and spinning around.

The man huffed a laugh, smiling, “It’s okay, kid. I know your name and face so it’s only fair, right?”

The man crouched down and carefully tugged Danny’s shoulder, turning him around and pulling his hands down slowly, “My name’s Jason, Jason Todd. I’m 20 years old and I'm also Red Hood. Nice to meet you.”

The man, er, Jason stuck his hand out for him to shake. Danny stuck his small hand into Jason's, his fangs pushing through his close-lipped smile. Jason shook his hand and stood back up, turning to what he was making on the stove.

“All I’ve got right now for food you can eat is oatmeal, that okay?” Jason turned to Danny as he nodded his head. Danny spun around and walked over to one of the tall counter chairs, grunting trying to pull himself up, one leg on a peg on the chair, Can’t fly up, fuck, what am I supposed to do? He felt two hands grab him and slowly lift him up to the chair. He turned and saw Jason standing there, two bowls of cinnamon oatmeal on the counter.

He slid one over to Danny with a small spoon in it, “remember to blow on it, it’s hot.” Danny looked down at the oatmeal confused, thinking about what had happened with Jason since yesterday. Danny tilted his head in confusion and looked up to Jason, lifting his hands up.

‘Why are you helping me?’ Danny signed. Jason paused for a moment, a spoon hanging from his mouth. He pulled it out and set the spoon back in the bowl.

“Well, I saw you were hurt and needed help that I was able to give you, so I’m gonna help you however I can,” Jason stared into his bowl for a moment, glancing up at the boy in front of him, “Do you… hm. Danny, do you have somewhere to go? Someone I can call?”

Danny looked down at his lap, wringing his hands together. He thought of his paren- Jack and Maddie, thought of Jazz, thought of Sam and Tucker. Jazz was off at college and likely didn’t even know he was gone. Best not to bother her, she got out. Jazz got a normal life, that's all Danny could have wanted, he can’t drag her back into his ghostly shit just because he needs help. Sam and Tuck though, he doesn't know what happened with them. The day he told Jack and Maddie he texted them, telling them to come over so they could celebrate because his parents took it well! All they did was go down to their lab after giving him a kiss on his forehead, that deserved a little celebration! But, Sam and Tuck never came. Not that day, not when Jack and Maddie drugged and dragged him down to the basement, no, lab, and not when he was screaming, crying, begging for them to stop please stop-

A single glowing tear fell down Danny’s cheek. He lifted a shaking hand and signed out a ‘no’ Jason bit his lip and sighed, reaching forward and ruffling Danny’s hair, pulling him away from his thoughts before he could spiral anymore. Jason had been there before, that kid didn’t need to. He looked up through his messy bangs at Jasons soft smile.

“Well, if you’d like, I have a spare room you can stay in for now, only as long as you want, of course.” Jason said softly, bring his arms back to fold them against the table. Danny stilled for a moment, thinking about what Gotham had said the night before. She said Jason was safe, and she trusted him. Hmm. Well, Danny could always use his powers against Jason if he really needed to, he really hopes he doesn't so, he guesses he’ll be okay. Danny nods and smirks at Jasons clear smile. Jason nods and nudges the oatmeal at Danny again, “Eat up kid, before it gets cold.”

Danny looks down at it and sniffs it, trying to smell for anything out of the ordinary. Smelling nothing, Danny lifts the slightly-too-big spoon to his mouth and tastes it- oh, it’s good. Danny freezes and looks up towards Jason in shock, his face making Jason duck his head in laughter

‘How?’ Danny signs, confused

Jason laughs again, “Pretty good, huh?” Danny nods and swallows the bit in his mouth, greedily scooping for more. “Yeah, Alfie taught me everything I know about cooking. He and I made a lot together- oh hey, Danny, slow down” Jason stared at Danny’s puffed cheeks full of food. Danny winced as he swallowed, sheepishly smiling at Jason. He lifted his hands with a blush, ‘my favorite, how did you know?’ Jason smiled “Don’t worry about that kid.” They continued eating in silence.

Jason looked at Danny's hair again, it was matted and bloody, far overdue for a wash. He thought for a moment, “Is it alright if we wash your hair up after this?”

Danny thought for a moment, pulling his hair down to see, and ew, he looked towards Jason and nodded, scooping the last bit of oatmeal into his mouth. Jason grabbed the empty bowls and brought them to the sink, rinsing them off and tossing them into the dishwasher. He turned around and walked over to Danny, “Mind if I pick you up? You really shouldn’t be moving around too much, with your injuries.” Danny nodded and Jason reached down, carefully pulling Danny onto his hip and walking towards the bathroom, pulling a chair with his free hand.

Once they got to the bathroom, Jason carefully placed Danny on the chair, leaning it back against the sink and using his foot as a stopper so it didnt fall. He looked down at Danny, sitting there pulling on his fingers.

“Got any temp preference?” He asked. Danny looked up and shook his head no, so Jason just nodded and turned the water on, struggling with the handles for a moment before he found the right temperature. He sat Danny a bit higher on the chair and laid a washcloth on the edge of the sink so it wouldnt hurt his neck. Jason leaned Danny’s head back and started scooping water onto his hair, using his fingers to gently comb through it and pull out large chunks of blood and… something else out as he went. Jason had ended up using shampoo three times to wash out Danny’s hair, and ending with a little conditioner to keep his hair soft (Jasons not an animal, okay? Properly separating shampoo and conditioner is very important) and, finally, used a towel to pat Danny’s head softly. He looked down at the boy in front of him, who had fallen asleep at some point. Jason smiled softly and huffed a small laugh, gently tapping his shoulder to wake him up. His eyes flung open and he stared at Jason for a moment, before relaxing again.

“All finished in here. What do you say about heading out to the living room and watching a movie? I’ll make some hot cocoa?” Jason offered up. Danny seemed to think about it for a bit before nodding at him, a nervous smile on his face. Jasons smile widened a bit as he picked up the boy and carefully brought him to his couch with a towel, setting Danny down and picking up the remote. “So, what do you wanna watch?”

Danny perked up, lifting his hands signing ‘Dead Teacher 4’ excitedly.

“Oh? And whats that movie about?” Jason asked, but he felt stupid since it was in the name

‘Zombies’ Danny signed with a smile on his face.

“Well, I’m not exactly the first person I would ask, but personally, I dont think a zombie horror movie about school teachers is appropriate for a six year old.” Jason sighed out. Danny pouted.

‘But I’ve already seen it, and I know about your work as Red Hood. And!’ He signed with purpose, ‘if it gets too scary you can turn it off, right?’ he stuck out his bottom lip and gave his best puppy eyes as he tried to plead to the crime lord who once dropped several severed heads in a duffle bag on a table as an intimidation tactic, who got training to become a proffessional assassin, who has aquired a very high confirmed kill count, wo has ended lives without a second thought and who is running a large portion of Crime Alley as they speak. The very same crime lord who seemed to be breaking by the second.

Jason sighed after a moment and held up the remote to point at Danny, “Fine. But no games, alright? You said it yourself, if I think It’s too scary for you to be watching them its getting turned off immediately.” Danny gave a toothy smile as Jason turned to get the movie started with a sarcastic huff. Hell yeah! His parents never would’ve let him watch that, not even Jazz and he always had to go with Sam and Tucker and he had to- oh. Right. Dannys face fell as he stared at the ground. He wearily pulled one of his legs up to his chest as he thought about his family. Well, what was left of it, if there even was anything. A hand laid itself softly on his shoulder.

“How are you, kid?” Jason asked, the movie ready on the tv behind him, huh, he’d been lost in his head longer than he thought. Danny looked down at the floor again, trying to clear the thoughts from his head. Jason seemed to notice and stood, grabbing a blanket before draping it over Danny, the warmpth encompassing him. It took another minute or two of Jason’s grounding hand on his shoulder and his own fingers running over the soft blanket over him before he looked back up at Jason and smiled, ‘better now’

“Thats good to know. You ready for the movie?” he nodded and Jason smiled in response, pacing towards the kitchen. “So, kid, how do you like your hot chocolate? Water, milk, sweet, bitter, with peppermint, what’cha thinkin?” He looked back towards Danny over the counter, who was looking at him like he just offered him a lifetime supply of candy.

‘It can have all that?’ Danny signed with wide eyes. Okay, they’re definitely trying every single one. Theres no way he could possibly live with the Jason Todd without knowing his favorite hot cocoa recipe, especially without knowing you could make so many different kinds? Alfred would simply die if he heard of it. Jason only smiled though and winked at Danny.

“You bet kid, I’ll make my personal recipe and you tell me what you think, yeah?” Jason looked up from where he was grabbing a cutting board and saw Danny eagerly nodding his head. Well, He can’t just leave a kid like that, so he got to work. Throwing a pot of milk on the stove to boil, throwing a bit of chopped up chocolate, sprinkling in some cinnamon, When it was done melting together, he laid down a small piece of homemade fudge-leftover from his last visit to the manor- into each mug before pouring in the chocolatey mix and letting it melt the fudge for a few minutes. He then added a bit more milk to cool it down, and topped it with some mini marshmallows.He waited until the hot chocolate was at a safe temperature for Danny before bringing them over, it seemed like the movie hadn’t even started yet. “What, not interested anymore?” He joked as he handed the warm mug to the small kid. He shook his head and brought up a hand, ‘waiting for you’. Jason stilled at that. If his heart felt like it grew a few sizes, well that for him to know. Jason set his cup down on the table next to the couch and started the movie, walking around to behind Danny.

“I’m gonna try and dry off some of your hair, though it seems pretty good now.” Jason stared for a moment and thought. Danny’s hair was long, Before when it was messy and matted with blood, it had looked short. But once clean it was clear how long it really was, down to his shoulders in some spots. He didn’t think anything of it but now that he could really watch Danny, he saw that he was constantly pushing it out of his eyes and glaring at it, huffing and moving it and... yeah, Danny didn’t like it. He thought for a moment. “Hey, kid, I know im not exactly a hair stylist or anything, but would you like me to cut your hair?” Danny spun around, confusion on his face. “If you don’t want me to it’s fine, no big deal okay-” He was cut off by Danny waving his hands around in front of him, stopping for a moment to think before signing, ‘I don’t like it long.’ his hands stilled a moment in thought, ‘please, cut it’ And even if Jason knew he would butcher it, he couldn’t say no to that face. Jason smiled and walked into his kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors and returning with the smile still on his face.

“How short do you want it kid?” He asked. Danny thought for a moment and held his fingers up, pinched not too far apart from eachother. Jason nodded to him completely serious, “I’ll see what I can do for ya.” Jason said mocking a hair stylist. Truth be told he was nervous, he had never cut someone elses hair before, but he was a strong hard-working vigilante who had taken down insanely strong criminals before, how hard could a haircut be?

Hard, apparently, as he was cutting off pieces here and there, doing what he could to keep it even and at the length Danny asked, he got to the side of Danny’s head when he barely missed the kids ear. His pointed ear. His breath hitched and Danny’s ear twitched. Looking up at him in confusion, tilting his head like a confused puppy at Jason, who just smiled and patted his head. “Almost done, kid.” He had to be careful not to clip the kids ear, but god there’s gonna be so much hair on his couch for weeks after this. Jason finished it up and stood back, he thinks he did alright! Okay fine, he did okay, but Danny won’t mind all too much, right? Jason stepped around to look at Danny in front of him, smiling when danny let out small noises of complaint when he couldn’t see the movie. Dannys messy-wavy hair definitely made the hairstyle look better. Jason smiled and ruffled his hair, walking back to the kitchen to grab a lint roller from his bullshit-drawer and walking back over to danny, using a few sheets to clean up the boy and his couch, god his couch.

Jason tossed the sticky wrappers and checked the time, seeing that it was about when he should play doctor and check on Danny. He walked into his room where hes been holding everything while he cares for Danny throughout the hours, grabbing the materials and bringing them into the room with the small boy. He stepped in front of Danny and sat on his knees, looking up at the boy.

“I gotta and clean you up a bit, sound good?” He asked Danny. Danny looked down and pulled his shirt up, leaning back into the couch. “Alright, I’ll try and be careful but you tell me if anything hurts, okay?” Danny nodded.

Jason pulled the small bulb at the end of the tube and drained it into a red solo cup, squeezing it and attatching it back to the tube. He pulled off the old gause and grabbed some new pieces, using a wet washcloth to dab around the insertion of the tubes before taping new gause on again. Using this time to really see Danny’s skin up close without him panicking, he could see all the small bruises and cuts deep in his skin. Jason huffed and tugged Danny’s shirt back down. Standing up and grabbing everything he brought over, he tookit to the trash and washed his hands. He walked back over and sat next to danny, warning the boy before massaging his legs for him, both groaning at bad parts in the movie and talking about how the movie is really just so bad it’s good.

The movie finally finished and Jason and Danny sat on the couch, pissed by the cliffhanger the movie left them on.

“Oh come on, you can’t just tease us like that!” Jason yelled at the TV.

‘Exactly! And we aren’t even sure if there’s going to be another one! It’s bullshit!’ Danny huffed as he signed,

“Language, kid. But yeah, you’re right it’s bullshit.” Jason leaned back into the couch, worn down from all the times his friends and family came over, from the times he crashed on the couch instead of his bed, of being used for so long that it creaked at the slightest movement. He needs a new couch. With a huff he leaned foreward and grabbed the remote, going to turn the TV off, when Danny tapped his arm to get his attention, signing to him.

‘What’s your favorite movie?’

Huh. He really didn’t watch a lot of movies. Books, yeah he could talk about them for hours but movies? He never really watched them. Hmm. Well, when he was robin he dragged Dick into watching The Princess Bride together when Dick was on about “brotherly bonding”. Why would Danny ask?.

“Well, I like The Princess Bride. Why?” Jason asked, confused.

Danny looked at his lap and squirmed for a second, and Jason had thought he had said something wrong until the boy raised his hands again, ‘Let’s watch it, so we know each others favorite movies.’ Jason smiled at that.

“Sure thing, kiddo.” He opened up Dicks Disney+ account he stole the password to and started the movie, pretending not to notice when Danny started nodding off next to him. Once Danny had slumped his head, Jason reached over and softly tucked Danny’s head into his side, rubbing small circles into his back. And if Danny started making rumbling noises from his chest and curling his small body into Jasons side? Well, Jason wouldn’t ask or tell.

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strunmah-mah · 2 years

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[Video transcript

Text box: Make Condiment King Scary; There’s your challenge.

Red Text: TW: Discussion of Murder

The Panda Redd: OK

The screen flashes and Panda is now dressed as Condiment king

Condiment King: You know, I always hated that name. The one that the press gave me. Condiment King. So patronizing. Like I’m trying to make some grand standing of what I do, I’m not. I’m not. Wanna know how I got that name? It’s a funny story actually. See a life time ago I was just another, another goon, another grunt on the street working for Falcone. And, uh, One day I found myself at this restaurant, some, some racket Falcone’s been running and the uh, the owner decided not to pay. So I was sent to, uh, relieve him of his station. Guy finishes up his meal, I follow him into the back, stick a gun in his face. “Hands up Fucker, Flacone sends his regards.” The bastard kicks it out of my fucking hand. So the part that nobody decided to fucking mention to me was the guy was a goddamn black belt in karate. who starts throwing me around. He slams me into the fucking walls. I’m getting stains from all the shit falling off of him all over by brand new sky blue suit that I’m wearing for this fucking occasion. That is, until I see the stove. I see they’re cooking up a special brew of uh, extra hot sauce on there. You know, that it only takes three pounds of ground up chilies, consumed in one sitting to kill a man, purely from the capsaicin. Well I’ll tell you what. He figured out what it’s like to inhale that shit. I grabbed his head and I just, I just fucking held it under, I held him there, until the fucking bubbles stopped coming up. And that was it, I thought. But you see a man kills a someone with a bowl of hot sauce, in a suit soaked in condiments, and well. Everyone in Gotham’s got a gimmick. See my problem isn’t with the name it’s self. It’s with the insult that is implied. People think that what I do is silly. But I’m going to ask you something. If the ketchup on your burger was too tangy would you stop eating it? Or, or if your hot sauce wings tingled your throat in a way you didn’t expect, would you all of a sudden stop? The thing is, apart from taking a shit, eating is when people are their most vulnerable. I ask you, do you know what poison tastes like? Are you sure?

Condiment King laughs and the video ends.]

Imma bee real honest here. My ideal sequel to The Batman would be Battinson vs. this very specific version of Condiment King. If The Panda Redd didn’t play him I wouldn’t watch it.

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miss-celestia13 · 1 year

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Truth or Dare?

JakexMC Smut One Shot

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Fluff and smut!

Another outtake from Bloodstain that can be read alone with no knowledge of the main story!

In a room filled with their friends, Jake teases Manon, and she has to act as if everything is normal. It’s from Manon’s POV this time! It’s almost like her side of the previous smut one shot! So I thought it was worth posting for that since I have one from Jake's POV. These scenes have never fit into the main story, but I wanted to share them anyway. They can be read as standalone, so don’t worry about not knowing the main fic.

Manon

They were all seated in the living room, the spacious room lit by candlelight, and the wood stove behind them made it feel cozy. Manon and Jake had a loveseat to themselves. She had taken full advantage of it and draped herself over Jake, practically sitting in his lap. Her legs were across his thighs, and his strong arm braced her back, holding her tight against him. She had turned on a Bluetooth speaker to play one of her many playlists to ensure things wouldn’t get too quiet. They were farthest away from the light, and Manon was glad of it. The heated looks Jake kept throwing her way had every pore on her body splayed open in anticipation.

Cleo and Thomas each had a chair, while Lilly, Dan, and Jessy shared the largest sofa. Manon was sipping her glass of wine, feeling slightly buzzed, and the alcohol did nothing but stoke the fire in her that Jake seemed able to ignite with a single glance. She stole glances at him as he sipped his whisky, the sight somehow too appealing, and she kept wriggling in his lap to make him tighten his grip on her. She wore only a thin silk dress and had decided to forgo underwear to save time later and surprise him. He’d looked like he wanted to eat her when he took in her curves, barely concealed by the red silk. It was criminally short too, a fact she was glad of now she sat upon him and could feel his reaction to her proximity.

“Being in the middle of the forest during a blackout should be creepy, but I like it,” Jessy said, Manon nodded though she wouldn’t see it.

“Jessy you screamed when the power went out.” Dan poked, and Jessy smacked his arm, giggling.

“Sorry for being on edge. It’s not like we haven’t had to be on our guard constantly or anything.”

“Dan, you were ready to fight your reflection. You really can’t talk.” Cleo joked.

Manon hid her smile in her wine glass, and Jake kissed her forehead, making her shiver and blush. He always had to touch her as if to ensure she was real.

“Well, I think we are safe for a bit. It’s still weeks away until the festival, and we deserve to chill.” Lilly offered, and Manon hummed her agreement.

She almost jumped out of her skin when Jake’s lips pressed against the shell of her ear before he whispered, his hot breath sending chills down her spine.

“I feel oddly out of place here but it’s quite nice at the same time.”

She turned to him with a pleased smile, pecked his cheek, and opened her mouth, but Dan interrupted.

“Can you two not? It’s bad enough we have to hear it. I don’t want to watch it too!”

Manon cackled deviously, and Jake murmured something about knocking him out for her.

“Oh, Dan. Are you jealous? I’m sure we can find someone to scratch that itch for you,” Manon looked pointedly at Jessy as she said it. Dan and Jessy looked at each other and quickly turned away, but Dan shut up.

“You’re a menace,” Jake said, so low and gruff it was almost a growl that she felt between her thighs. She squeezed them together as the heat built, her eyes flicking between him and the glass in her hand.

“What should we do to pass the time? I’m not tired enough to go to bed yet.” Lilly asked.

Jessy squealed and shouted, “We have to play truth or dare!”

Everyone groaned in unison, but her smile didn’t falter.

“Come on. You know it’ll be fun! And what better way to get to know each other?”

Manon shrugged lazily. She was beginning to feel boneless and was happy to take a back seat.

“Fine, but none of us are getting naked, and you can’t ask us things that we wouldn’t even tell our therapist!” Dan declared, and Manon chuckled.

She leaned up, her mouth at Jake’s ear.

“Shame, I’m basically naked anyway.”

Manon pulled back slightly to watch his face. The hand around her waist tightened, sending butterflies fluttering low in her stomach. The predatory glint in his eye only added to the sensation.

“What do you mean?”

She smirked as she felt him grow hard under her ass and slowly dipped her wine before answering.

“I have nothing on under this dress, Jake.”

This time he did growl, the sound drowned out by Jessy explaining the rules to them all. Manon smiled wickedly at Jake. His pupils dilated, the blue swallowed by black. Oh, she’d pay for this later. She couldn’t wait.

“Okay, I’ll start. Cleo, you can ask the questions and decide the dares!” Jessy proclaimed, clapping her hands together in glee. Dan looked at her with so much affection in his eyes that Manon felt she was intruding and had to look away.

“Okay, truth or dare, Jessy?” Cleo asked.

“Uhm, truth!”

Manon watched the devious look take over Cleo’s face and tensed. Oh, it was a bad choice to let her be in charge. She would take great delight in their suffering.

“Do you want to be with Dan? I’m sick of watching you two dance around each other.” Cleo said, and Manon wanted to laugh as Jessy turned beetroot and Dan threw a glare so scathing it was wonder Cleo didn’t drop dead.

Manon didn’t hear Jessy reply, though. Jake set down his empty glass and slid his hand under the blanket over them. He settled between her thighs, dangerously close to where she was already growing wet for him. She went still, her entire being focused on that hand and what he would do next. She forgot how to breathe as his thumb rubbed slow circles into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Relax, Manon.”

Jake ordered quietly, then tugged on her earlobe with sharp teeth. She gasped aloud and clamped her mouth shut. The smirk on his face made her nervous. He wasn’t looking at her, and that made it worse. She complied as much as she could, relaxing her muscles one by one and leaning into his warmth. Her thighs slightly parted as she did, and he moved his hand ever closer to where she was starting to ache, liquid heat making her slick, and she knew her dress would be damp soon if he kept this up.

“Okay, Dan, truth or dare.”

Manon tried to pay attention to the game as Cleo turned to Dan. She had no idea what Jessy had said, but Dan was smiling like a cat that got the cream, so it must’ve been positive.

“Dare, of course.” He said, superiority ringing in his tone.

Cleo gave him a wild grin, and Jessy sighed. Manon knew what was coming.

“I dare you to kiss Jessy properly. None of that cheek or forehead crap those two are always doing.” Cleo flung a hand at Manon and Jake, but both ignored her.

Manon wanted to see this kiss, but Jake’s hand moved. He still didn’t touch her, it was driving her insane. Screaming in her mind, begging him to do something, but he only taunted her, she whined softly in the back of her throat. Jake shifted his hold to palm at her ass over her dress, the silk on her overly sensitive skin adding new heights to her lust-crazed mind, and she thought she’d explode, the ache in her painful now. Her eyes darted around the room, and she was utterly rattled. No one had noticed her torment and Jake appeared nonchalant, unaffected. She knew he wasn’t though, could feel it and see it in his eyes, and the tension in his jaw.

Manon bit down hard on her lip when Jake moved his finger, running it down the seam of her, dipping into her wetness and teasing her folds. He still wasn’t looking at her, though he hummed possessively when he discovered how wet she was, he’d barely touched her, and she could feel it trickle down her thighs. Manon threw back the contents of her glass, trying to calm the pounding beat of her heart, the pulse hammering in her neck. He was killing her, that one finger grazing everywhere but where she needed him, a cramping ache in her cunt that begged to be filled, but he only teased her. She only hoped her face remained clear and wasn’t giving her away when it was her turn to play.

“Manon, your turn. Truth or dare.” Cleo asked.

Manon didn’t think and just blurted out, “Truth!”

No one said a word if they noticed the crazed note in her tone. Cleo smiled, and she groaned inwardly.

“So, what is your actual job, Manon? You still haven’t told us.”

Manon didn’t have a chance to think it over, not as Jake finally slid that finger inside her. A moan bubbled up her throat, and she somehow managed to choke it off and say in a strangled voice.

“Private investigator. I have my own business.”

Jake smirked down at her as he moved his hand in and out of her, each slow pull and push making her feel unhinged. Cleo opened her mouth to ask more questions. Manon managed to give her a head shake and muttered something about explaining tomorrow. Thankfully she moved on to Jake, and Manon barely heard him ask for truth. Another finger pushed inside her, and her inner walls fluttered around them as they stretched her slightly. It wasn’t nearly enough. He hadn’t touched her clit yet, and she was near to pleading with him when he crooked his fingers and pulled, hitting that spot deep inside that made her feel insane. Distantly, she heard Cleo ask him how he’d gotten involved with Hannah, and he skirted around the truth, saying they’d met online.

The dress beneath her ass was damp, the silk clinging to her skin as she made tiny movements against his clever hand. His grip on her hip was bruising now, and it was Thomas’ turn. They were no longer being watched. She buried her face into his chest, biting down on his shirt as his thumb finally circled her clit, her breath coming in short bursts that she tried to stifle against him. He kissed her cheek, and she wanted to cry out when his hand stilled. She was so close she was almost sobbing. Turned on to extreme levels because they were in a room full of people unaware of what they were doing, the thought so wicked and exciting she convulsed around his fingers. Jake was impossibly hard beneath her; she desperately wanted to touch him. His lips were at her ear again as their friends started arguing, forgetting they were there. They’d become used to her and Jake sitting together, engrossed in each other.

“I want to taste this soon. Would you like that?”

She felt every word between her thighs. The image of his face between her legs, feasting on her, was so enticing she could only nod. Jake grinned and nipped at her earlobe, she gasped and whispered his name, a plea, and he answered.

A third finger stretched her now, the tinge of pain it brought sending her to dizzying heights, and his thumb moved, intent and determined to make her sob and writhe in his arms. She ground down against his length, a rough sigh in her ear as she did, and every thought scattered from her mind as she climbed that peak, his hand moving faster now. He could feel from the inside just how close she was. She was balanced on a knife’s edge, cutting her in two when he again crooked his fingers and circled her clit, once, twice, three times. Her cunt clamped down on his hand like a vice, and she was flying.

Her mouth opened to scream, and he swooped down to swallow it, his tongue delving into her mouth in an echo of his fingers between her split thighs. She tensed, waves of pleasure stealing her breath and making her tremble. He held her so tight to hide her reaction that she thought she might shatter but was grateful for it. His kiss turned deep and slowed as she returned to herself. He held her almost reverently now as she stole his breath into her lungs, her trembling fingers cupping his jaw as he pulled back. He kissed her on the mouth once and slowly pulled out of her, making her buck against him, he was like steel beneath her, and all she wanted was to take him inside her.

His sapphire eyes met hers. She stared at him in wonder. She couldn’t believe her quiet, awkward man had just made her fall apart so easily without giving a hint to anyone around them. He looked away to check if they were being observed. She didn’t care if they were. Oh, she was going to kill him later. She wanted him as unhinged as she was and glanced around to see what was happening.

Lilly was nowhere to be seen, and Jessy and Dan were out on the porch. When had that happened? Thomas and Cleo were chatting in the kitchen, and Manon couldn’t wait any longer. She stood in a sinuous wriggle. Her legs were weak as she tugged on Jake’s hand, barely able to speak but she only needed two words.

“Bedroom. Now. “

He chuckled darkly and allowed her to drag him upstairs, Cleo shouted goodnight but Manon didn’t acknowledge it. She could feel the wet silk sticking to her skin, as her bare feet hit the top floor landing, she shucked the dress over her head, revealing her nakedness to the man behind her. Jake growled and reached for her, but she whirled and held out a hand as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

“Not a chance. Clothes off, then you can touch.”

He stripped, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and unbuttoned his jeans. Manon didn’t waste a second once he was done. She pounced, her legs locking around his waist, and the force of her leap pushed him against the door. His arm flew up, wrapping around her like an iron band to keep her up as she breathily murmured in his ear.

“Inside me, now Jake.”

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

She only snarled and tightened her arms around his neck, needing him to take the reins now. He groaned and snapped his teeth at her throat, which she bared, and he accepted her invitation, grazing his teeth down the column of her neck before sucking at her flickering pulse. She bit down on her cheek when he finally sunk his teeth in. The bolt of pure want went straight to her empty cunt, and she whined in his ear.

“Jake, don’t make me wait.”

For once he listened. His free hand reached under her to line himself up before he entered her in a vicious thrust. Both of them moaned in relief. Manon whimpered as he slid out. She was so wet he had no problem working her open and settling to the hilt. He moved them, carrying her to the bed as she writhed, each tiny movement inside her sending licks of flame across her skin, the ache building in her core an irritant now, and she needed him to fuck her hard. Manon told him so, and he groaned at her boldness.

“I know what you need, patience Manon.”

He lay her on the bed, never moving from within her as he arranged her legs, wrapping one around his waist and bending the other at the knee to rest it against his shoulder. The powerful muscles in his arms strained as he planted his hands at either side of her head and looked her straight in the eye, the new angle drawing a needy moan from her. She saw it then, in his eyes, all the reluctant love he felt for her and how much she meant to him, she blinked back tears and hoped he saw the same in her own gaze. Knew he did when he smiled before he slid almost all the way out of her, her greedy cunt trying to keep him captive before he snapped his hips hard, shoving her up the bed and making her claw at his back to keep herself tethered to this earth.

Manons eyes widened at being so thoroughly taken, and she dug her heel into his ass to urge him on. He set a punishing pace, each lunge within her tight clasp pulling sounds from her throat that she’d feel ashamed of later but right now she only had one demand for him.

“More, Jake, please.”

“Good girl, I’ve got you.”

He moaned and bit her lip, taking her mouth hard and fucking her into the mattress, swallowing her cries and giving her his own. She was spiraling again as her nerves sparked alive, and her lungs begged for air. He pulled away, letting her breathe for a moment before his arms slipped under her back and dragged her loose body up to straddle him, he was on his knees, and she moved over him. He met her erratic movements with brutal lunges of his hips. She could feel him everywhere. Could only see him. He watched her every reaction intently, ensuring he did the right things to make her body sing for him. His hand dropped between them, and he circled her clit as he thrust up into her, each stroke tearing a wanton moan from her chest as she threw her head back. They didn’t need to speak to know what the other wanted. He bit and sucked at her neck, marking her and claiming her. She’d wear the bruises like jewelry tomorrow.

The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed through the dark room, her nails raked down his back, and she was on that edge again when he stopped, panting. Restraint was clear on his face, and she mewled in distress.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“I know.” He growled and pulled out of her, she wanted to scream at the loss but quickly forgot as he ordered her to get on her hands and knees, ass in the air, and the excitement sent another flood of her essence down her sticky thighs. Jake moved behind her, she arched her back, and he stroked his hand down her spine. She flowed into his touch and clenched her inner muscles, wanting to feel every hard inch as he teased her flesh exquisitely. But he didn’t. She jolted as she felt his tongue slide along her folds, lapping at her essence and swallowing it down, groaning as though he liked the taste of her, and she balanced on quivering arms. She looked down to see him on his back, head lifted to eat her out, and she almost came at the sight of him. His hot tongue pushed inside her, and she cried out, his fingers rubbing her clit in determined strokes. His other hand delved into the cleft of her ass, little feints around her other entrance made her cry out in sudden want. The idea of him touching her there was so intense she sobbed in black delight.

Jake chuckled against her cunt, the vibration of it adding to the inferno he was causing. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she had a sudden irrational urge to slap him. How he knew what she needed without her saying it was more a turn-on than any pretty words men had said to her in the past. Like he’d known her body all his life, the thought was enough to have her on the edge. Jake moved his hand away from her nub, pushing two fingers inside her without warning before his lips settled over her clit, and he sucked her into his mouth. She cried his name so loud she knew the whole house would hear her, but she didn’t care. Not as the warning pulse of her release fluttered inside her.

“Jake…”

She couldn’t finish the thought as he grazed her clit with his teeth, the scrape of his beard on her tender folds making her quiver as his talented tongue drew patterns over that bundle of nerves. There wasn’t another warning as she shattered under his attentions. Her upper body collapsed to the bed, and Jake held her hips to keep from being smothered as she tossed her head wildly against the sheets, murmuring nonsense words and repeating his name over and over. He didn’t give her any reprieve as he moved from under her and knelt behind her. He was inside her so swiftly and fully that she could only lift her head off the ruined sheets and howl.

The pulse of her release soon bled into another orgasm, and he gathered her hair in his hand, tugging her head back to clamp his hand around her open mouth. He pounded into her, riding her through it, the pleasure so sharp it was almost painful, and she felt crazed. He was chanting her name, talking her down, and bringing her back to him. The hand at her mouth fell to wrap around her neck, and she felt like she might die if the pressure in her core wasn’t relieved soon. His fingers tightened around her throat, cutting her air off enough that she was gasping, but she loved it, wanted more of it, and told him so in between pants, and his body covered hers in a blanket of warm flesh.

“I want you to come with me, Manon. Can you do that for me?"

She’d cut out her heart and hand it to him if he asked her then, but she only nodded, his thrusts out of rhythm now, and the hand at her throat squeezed before sliding down her back and around her front, finding her clit and driving her wild again. She was mindless, focused entirely on the heat building to a crescendo, her walls rippling wildly around his thick length as he brought her closer, their bodies slick with sweat. Jake moaned her name, so guttural and rough she felt it inside her. It wasn’t the feel of him moving within her that sent her over the edge, neither was it his clever fingers at her clit. It was the feel of him as he came hard. The wicked thrill of his release sent her flying, and she bit down on her arm, her vision fracturing and turning white. Blinded and dazed, she rode the waves of her orgasm as he fell on top of her and pushed them into the mattress. She couldn’t speak or think for an age as her vision cleared enough to make out shadows in the dark room.

Their harsh breathing was the only sound as he pulled out of her with a groan and kissed her neck, brushing her sweat tangled hair away from her face. He wound his arms around her and pulled them on to their sides, her back against his chest. She wriggled into him, loving how they fit together, all her curves and softness melting in to his hard angles and muscles. She sighed in contentment and Jake hummed his agreement, the heavy ache between her thighs from being well fucked only made her smile. His hand found hers and entwined his fingers in hers, squeezing three times like she always did to him and she wanted to cry at the sweet gesture. He didn’t know what it meant yet but she hoped he felt it. How could he not when it was written all over her face? She loved him, she’d known for a while now. He could fuck her until she was a writhing, mindless mess but after, he was so sweet it made her heart bleed for him. It was a long while before he spoke, his breathing was so deep she’d assumed he’d fallen into a very male doze but he always surprised her.

“Was that okay?”

She smiled and turned her head to face him, she could only see the glint of moonlight in his eyes, but it was enough.

“Oh, it was more than okay. It was phenomenal.”

He was silent for a while, and she counted the steady beats of his heart as he processed what he wanted to say. She was quick with words, always having a snappy retort on the tip of her tongue, but Jake was different. Every word was carefully selected, and those he did say typically meant more to her than any sweet talk or romantic gesture she'd ever received.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, doubt I will again.”

Manon smiled against his chest, her eyelids heavy and her body felt weightless.

“Good because you never will, you’ll have to put up with me for the rest of your days.”

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If you enjoyed it, the main story is linked below. It’s a smutfest from chapter 5 🥰 thank you for reading.

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scorpiongrassfield · 11 months

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You decide to explore the woods again

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The weather is warmer now, despite the lack of sun.

This time you’re stepping into a world of vibrant green, marred only by the bleached white of the few remaining burned trees.

The shrubs seem indifferent to you as you pass them by. A blessing, really.

The sapplings on the other hand, occasionally grasp at your legs, trying to trip you up.

Their air of playful mischief is still much preferred to the hungry malice of the old trees.

As you walk, you manage to spot a recognizable landmark, for once.

The pit that contained the rabbit hole is still there.

Though now it looks more like a grown over impact crater than a portal.

You try jumping in anyway. Just to make sure it isn’t hiding anymore secrets.

Splash.

You are now completely soaked.

Instead of soft plants or hard earth or free fall, you’ve landed in cold, stagnant pond water.

While you climb out of the pond think that you like the mischief a little less now. But at least the woods overall seem to like you more than before.

You pause midstep, pond water dripping off the foot that hangs in the air.

If this is some sort of dream reflection of your soul, like Pat said, what are the implications?

It’s your own soul, you should be allowed to explore it as much as you want. You push past sharp pain to pursue this question.

If the woods are a manifestation of your subconscious, and the woods hated you from the second you woke up…

Doesn’t that imply some serious self loathing?

The lighter heats up in your pocket. Hot like summer pavement, hot like a stove, hotter than the sun, solid lightning in your pocket burning a hole in your thigh but you press om.

You had complete amnesia when you woke up. You knew and still know nothing about yourself.

What was there for you to hate?

What is wrong with you?

Your lungs refuse to hold air anymore. The pond water is no longer cold as drips off of you.

It is also no longer water.

You finally manage to put your foot down and unfreeze, sprinting full tilt away from your thoughts.

You force yourself to glance back.

A trail of rust red footprints follow behind you.

You turn back to look ahead as you run just in time to see a tall twisted tree standing right in your path, arms outstretched to grab you.

You barely have a split second to react to the trap you seem to have fallen for, when a sappling yanks you forcefully to the side. You land on a shrub instead.

It’s not particularly soft, but the only feelings it seems to have towards you are mild annoyance and begrudging tolerance.

“Thank you,” you say to the sapling and the shrub.

Neither answers you.

As you stand up, you check yourself for injuries.

Your clothes are ripped in a familiar pattern. Soaked through, but unbloodied.

Well.

Nothing to worry about, then.

Time to move on.

The woods are kinder to you, perhaps it can see how much you’re struggling.

You are delivered to the clearing where the corpse of Pat’s car resides, even more paint flaked off it to give way to rust.

You try the doors, but they’re locked.

You suppose you could break a window, but you suspect that would make Pat cross with you.

You sigh as you look around.

Last time you were here you had a guide.

Could you find your way without the shadow holding your hand?

Can’t hurt to try.

You attempt to retrace your steps in reverse to get to where you were before the clearing the first time you came here.

It feels like you can see the saplings growing in real time as you walk.

Months seem to pass in the span of minutes.

Until you spy a familiar hill playing host to a creek and time stops all together.

Last time you were here you found something important.

What are the odds you’ll find more now that you don’t have someone directing your search?

Following this line of thought hurts a bit, but you don’t even bleed, so you can brush it off.

If this is your inner world, why…?

Frustration derails your thoughts.

The blue flowers - scorpion grass, theo called them - seem to be hiding something from you.

Though they weep at your presence, they stubbornly refuse to give up what they hold.

You dislike that your mind is keeping secrets from you.

Again.

And at every turn.

Your blood simmers, but you ask nicely.

It doesn’t work.

You ask with clipped half-politeness.

It does not work.

You make a demand to no avail. The simmer becomes a boil.

You plead you beg you expload in a rage and threaten to rip then all out by the roots.

They don’t even give you the dignity of a refusal. They just weep. Simply, softly, mourning something you have no way of remembering.

And that’s the crux of it.

Your frustration cools into hopeless melancholy.

Tears wet your eyelashes, and you fight to grasp that anger again, use it to patch the dam on the verge of bursting.

It doesn’t work. The tears flow down your face in rivets.

You cry for a long time, sitting on that same flat rock that the victim stood on before they died.

You cry for them too.

You feel a sort of kinship with them.

You might be piecing together why.

They were abandoned. The same way you feel right now.

You’re glad you have Pat, of course. But you aren’t sure how long they’ll stick around.

You were abandoned before that and you don’t even know why. Don’t know how to stop it from happening again.

Don’t know how to keep yourself from ending up dead and unmorned.

Because you doubt the victim’s family really mourned him.

Taking deep breaths as you wind down, you notice that the scorpion grass has finally uncurled, seemingly accepting the gift of your tears.

Nestled safely amongst the flowers is a cell phone.

It’s not your cell phone.

You sniffle as you try to push your breakdown aside in favor of inspecting your new clue.

The screen is cracked and warped. It seems like it’s been here since before the fire.

Nonetheless, it turns on when you press the button.

The lock screen is a drawing of a familiar gray cat.

It’s pretty safe to assume this is Theo’s phone.

He must be missing it.

And you’re missing a distraction.

Should you give it back to him right away?

#blood tw #choose your own adventure #interactive fiction #writeblr #original writing

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fuzzyfancreatorbiscuit · 1 year

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@aka-indulgence sorry it took a bit but hope this cheers you up.

Sleep well

It was 1 in morning and all I can hear is the ticking of the clock next to the bed on the nightstand. He still wasn't home, all your mind can do was think of all the worse case scenarios that could posable happen. Uh, this wasn't working. You knew you were not going to get any sleep like this. Sitting up you moved the covers out of the way swinging my legs on the side of the bed, feet touching the cold floor giving you a small shiver up your spine. Running and hand through your hair and yawning, you stood up and made your way down stairs, running your hand along the wall you find the light switch and flick it on. Blinking to adjust your eyes to the light though dim still was brighter then the dark bedroom. Not knowing now what to do you go to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea cause you are not sleeping tonight. Well as long as he is not home at least. You don't know why you get like this, Its not like he does this once in the blue moon, its every other week he goes hunting and he can be gone for hours or a couple of days depending on the game he was after. You know he's strong and can bight anything in half especially with those sharp teeth. You can still remember the day you first saw him, you had gotten in a really bad car accident that flung you out of the car and into a tree as you watch your car finish its tumbling down the hill burst into flames. It didn't help that it was pouring down rain, well I guess it was good in the since that it extinguished the flames. After gracefully out of the tree and by that I mean I slipped on a branch and landed on the only thing that wasn't bruised which was my ass. Looking up I realized I wasn't going to be able to make it back up that hill with my injuries so I decided to follow the edge of the mountain side until I found an easer way up. Not even five minutes in I got lost that I still don't know how that happened, how can you get lost following a side of a mountain, it’s a mountain. But I still got lost in the forest and fell down another hill right onto something soft and warm, he didn't like it so much, he swirled around and bared his fangs at me, almost bit me too, but he didn't yep I looked so pathetic looking he stopped. At least that what he told me, still think it was love at first sight, but he wouldn't admit it, no that would mean he is a big old softy, and what would that do to his reputation.

The sound of the kettle brought you out of your thoughts with its whistling, pulling it off the red hot coil of the stove you poured hot water into the waiting tea bag. Yawning again you make your way back to the living room and sit on the sofa and put your mug down on a coaster on the coffee table. You didn't feel like putting the tv on so you just stared at you tea as the steam rises from the top, remembering the first things he said, wow you look like shit, panic clear on your face you asked him not to hurt you, this had him laughing with a reply of sweetheart I think someone beat me to that. What the hell happen to cha anyway, lost a fight or something. I was in a car accident and couldn't get back up the mountain. He looked at you a little funny, scared you asked what was wrong cause you couldn't read his face. Nothing most humans don't survive those around here. So he knew what a car was good, looking hopeful you asked if he could help you get back to the main road. Cocking his, and his grin stretching wide he asked what do I get in return? Huh? Confused and scared again you asked him to repeat, with deep chuckle that you could feel through you whole body he repeated himself, what do I get in return sweetheart? W w what do you want? You cursed yourself for showing fear cause you could tell he enjoyed it as his tongue tasting it eyes flaring brighter slightly. A kiss. What!!! How, you don't have lips? Laughing even louder, whipping a faux tear, don't worry doll I'm just messing with you. He picked me up and took me to the main road so I could flag someone down. When I turn back around to say thank you he was gone. Never in my life would I thought I would see him again let lone marry him. But here I am worrying about his safety in the middle of the night.

Half way through your tea you finally passed out on the sofa rapped in his old coat breathing in the smell of old cigarette spice smells with a touch of earth. Around 4 in the morning he came through the door tired and full from his hunt, he should be good for a while he doesn't have to leave his wife alone. Looking up he sees a small figure on the sofa with his jacket draped over. Speak of the devil, slithering over he picked her up and carried her to their room laying her down before getting in himself. Stirring her eyes flutter open smiling as soon she sees you. Sleep very much clinging to her she says: welcome home, I'm so happy you are safe. I chuckle to this, yeah I'm home thank you sweetheart. Yawning she crawls right on top of my chest and rap my tail and arms her tight, Sleep well love.

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.1

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.2

Beautiful artwork was created by @starstruck-loner! THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIE I LOVE IT!!!

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Snow freckled the chilly January day lightly, like powdered sugar over a freshly baked pastry, sticking to each layer effortlessly and creating a blanket that completely covered the woods and the cabin nested between the trees. The atmosphere was still and stiff, like frozen icicles that were not going to start dripping any time soon. The air was bitter and unwelcoming, which was probably why no living thing was outside today. Today was the perfect day to burrow and sleep and keep warm with your own body heat.

A crack through space-time cut through the air. The crushing of tiny ice particles followed as two twelve-year-olds ran, one chasing the other, as the time-tape was heating up and buzzing. “This thing is getting hotter! Hot! Hot, hot, hot!” Mabel attempted to save her palms from burns by bouncing the tiny machine between her hands.

“What are you doing?!” Dipper demanded as Mabel bounced the tape-measure too hard and her twin reached a hand to catch it. He managed to catch it perfectly, like an athlete catching a baseball, and then was gone in a flash of baby-blue lightning.

Mabel’s eyes widened in sheer panic and she held her arms as a gust of wind blew and nearly froze her to her core. It felt like her skin was being pricked by mean sewing needles. She looked around wildly for her brother, for him to come back to this time and place immediately, because surely he would use the time machine to come back, but seconds ticked by and she was still alone.

Puffs of smoke decorated the wintry scene as she held her shivering body and looked at the shack. It wasn’t as colorful and welcoming and loud as the shack Mabel remembered, but she made herself consider that it was because there was no big sign or tourist-y things, and it was winter. Then a light turned on, the hall if Mabel remembered her summer home correctly, and the door opened.

The hope that Mabel had in her chest of seeing her great-uncle was gone, and replaced with fear and confusion. This man looked very much like Stan, though much younger, quite chubby and youthful, wearing a black t-shirt and blue plaid pajama-pants. He had the same face as a young-Stan, but with a more pink than orange nose, a cleft chin, fluffier hair that reminded Mabel of her’s when it was short, and different glasses.

Mabel didn’t know what to do or how to react or how to feel. People change a lot when they age, sure, but this much? It was possible this person wasn’t Stan, but who else would look so similar to him and live in this house? Maybe this is the guy who lived here before Stan, and they just happen to look very similar. This is Gravity Falls, and though she and Dipper were still new to the town, it was a weird place where something like this could happen.

It also came to Mabel how odd the situation was for the man: a little girl was standing in a sweater and skirt outside his house in the winter. Would he try to send her home? She had no home to go to. She didn’t know what year this was, but if it was a time Stan didn’t live here, it must have been way before she was born, maybe even before her parents met. She was stranded.

But the man looked at her sympathetically and he seemed kind and worried. He grabbed a trenchcoat and called gently, “Hello. Are you okay?”

Mabel bit her lip. His voice was definitely not Grunkle Stan’s. A gust of wind made her shiver and her teeth chatter, and the man stepped into some slippers and walked up to her, draping the trenchcoat over her shoulders. “There there, that’s a very nice sweater, but it doesn’t seem to be keeping you warm, is it?”

“N-No.” Mabel shivered. “I… I used breathable yarn for…” She stopped. She was going to say how she used breathable yarn for the warm California weather, but she decided not to.

“You used?” The man repeated, rubbing her shoulders to try to make the trenchcoat work faster. “You made this?”

Mabel saw his excited grin and she smiled nervously. “Y-Yeah. I knit sweaters.”

The man bent his knees in front of her and studied her sweater. She held out an arm so he could see and his brown eyes sparkled. “That’s very impressive! I love sweaters!”

Mabel gasped happily. “C-C-Can I m-make you one?!”

The man looked taken back, but chuckled and stood. “Of course, but first let’s get you warm. How does hot chocolate sound?”

“Y-Yes, p-p-please.” Mabel shivered, and allowed the man to walk her into the house.

It was scaringly like the Mystery Shack, but so much was different. It was the same layout, the same house, but there was so much that was different. A coat rack stood by the door, holding a white lab coat with black rubber gloves in the pocket, some safety goggles like the ones in Mabel’s science classes, and Stan’s fez. Mabel stared at it. Well, okay it probably wasn’t Stan’s fez, but it was a maroon fez with a golden fish and a black tassle.

There was a wood-burning stove alive in the living room, with a small box full of wood by it and a tiny stool. Instead of Grunkle Stan’s armchair, there was a red-velvet couch, a large writing desk, and the room was decorated with books, desks, papers, and jars and experiments. It was all strange, but warm and cozy with the fire going.

Mabel smiled as the man pulled out the tiny stool and gestured for her to sit by the stove. She obeyed and the coat was removed from her shoulders, but quickly replaced with a dark-green blanket.

“There, do you mind warming up here while I make your hot chocolate?” He asked, draping his trenchcoat over his arm.

Mabel shook her head and held her cold hands in front of the stove. “Thank you.”

The man smiled. “You’re welcome.” And he turned and left for where Mabel knew the kitchen was.

Sitting alone and feeling better as her body was getting warm, Mabel thought it all over. This man was clearly not her Grunkle Stan, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nice or couldn’t help her. Any minute Dipper was going to come back for her, but until then she had to stay where she was. That’s what grown-ups told her to do if she was ever lost. Stay where you are until you’re found.

By the time Mabel was very comfortable, the man returned with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and handed one to the girl. “Here you are, my dear.”

“Thank you, sir.” Mabel sipped and hummed in delight as the man sat on the floor next to her.

“You’re very welcome.” He sipped his drink and added, “Now then, I have to ask, what were you doing out there? Did you get lost?”

Mabel’s face dropped and she nodded. “Uh, huh.”

“Hm, very well. That can easily happen when playing on a snow day.” The man said with a smile. “Why don’t I call our parents and we can arrange to have you back home safe?”

Mabel swallowed nervously. She bit her lip, looking down at her mug. She didn’t know what to say to that.

The man looked at her and noticed how scared she was. “Is something wrong?”

Mabel looked up at him, was met with a kind face, and whimpered, “I can’t call them.”

The man smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure you won’t get into too much trouble. Maybe a little, but it’s for the best to call them so we can get you home soon.”

Mabel shook her head and squeezed her stinging eyes shut. “They’re… not around.”

The man’s face dropped as Mabel scrubbed at her eyes. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

Mabel only replied with a sniff and she sipped her hot chocolate.

“Is there someone I can call for you?” The man asked. “I’m sure there’s someone out there worried about you.”

Mabel bit her lip. “M-My brother… He’s still out there…”

“Is he lost, too?”

Mabel shrugged.

“Well,” The man held his cleft chin in thought. “I’m sure he’s out there looking for you. Perhaps then you should wait here until he comes here, and then we can send you to your guardian.”

“It’s just us.” Mabel muttered. “Just us.”

The man smiled. Mabel hoped he believed her brother was much older than her, or at least old enough to take care of her. That way she wasn’t really lying, just letting this man believe what he wanted to believe. Nothing wrong with that. “Okay. Still, you may stay here until he finds you.”

Mabel sniffed and wiped her nose with her sweater sleeve. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me Ford.” He said and held out a hand to her.

Mabel smiled and shook his hand. “I’m Mabel.”

“Mabel, huh? That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.” She looked down at their hands and her eyes widened. One, two, three, four, five, s-...

Ford pulled his hand free, his cheeks reddening as he sipped his hot chocolate, but Mabel was grinning at him happily and she gasped with joy, “You have six fingers?!”

Ford blinked at her, reminding Mabel of a startled owl, and he cleared his throat. “Um, y-yes. It’s a birth defect.”

“Nuh, huh! It’s cool! Can I see, please?” Mabel sat her mug on the floor by her feet.

The researcher didn’t like people staring at his hands, but this young girl wanted to look, it appears, in admiration, so Ford hesitantly gave her his hands and she held them lovingly, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“Wow! That’s neat! No wonder your hand shake was so friendly! It’s a whole finger friendlier than normal!” Mabel was then reminded that Dipper’s journal had a six-fingered hand on it.

The girl’s eyes widened as she wondered if she was meeting Dipper’s idol. It was possible. The journal Dipper had dated it in the 80s, and Dipper said that the author mysteriously disappeared. As exciting as it was to meet the Author of the Journals, all it did was put Mabel more at ease. If anyone can help her, he can.

Ford laughed and gave her hands a soft squeeze. “I like you! You’re weird.”

Mabel grinned, distracted from her thoughts and grateful for it. “I like you, too, Ford!”

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #MORE SWEATER-TWINS BONDING #ford pines #mabel pines #time travel

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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hot chocolate- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, implied mother figure!natasha romanoff x reader, mentions of other characters warnings: teasing (but all lighthearted) about: peter is making hot chocolate in the summertime. the avengers have thoughts.

peter can already feel the onslaught of teasing the moment he brings the gallon of milk out of the fridge. sam and bucky are walking past, their conversation quieting and steps pausing when they notice him turning on the stove. “what are you doing? need warm milk to go to sleep?” sam questions, raising an eyebrow and sharing a look with bucky.

“no,” peter responds simply, pouring the milk into a mug and then dumping that into a small pot already placed on the lit stovetop. bucky spots the bag of chocolate and mini marshmallow mix on the counter, beginning to frown when tony passes. “stark, your kid is doing something weird again,” sam lets him know, the again referring to a week ago, when he caught peter pushing a humongous plant into the elevator. the reason- he prefers not saying.

tony looks from sam to peter, cocking his head when he realizes what he’s doing. “are you making hot chocolate right now?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. “yes,” peter answers, a blush growing on his neck at being stared at by his mentor. “in the middle of a very hot summer?” tony continues, tone confused. peter cringes, “yes…?”

“i can’t even defend you this time,” tony mutters, giving up and walking away after an awkward silent minute of peter refusing to give any more information. “it’s like ninety degrees out today,” a new voice joins in, which peter instantly recognizes as steve. peter groans, mixing the heating milk with a spoon. “why are you making hot chocolate?” he wonders.

“i just… it just- it isn’t even hot in the tower!” peter exclaims in defense, turning to the newly formed group and sighing when he notices natasha walking towards it. great, he thinks, now the scariest person in the world is going to question me. like her being my girlfriend’s mother isn’t enough.

peter urges the milk to heat faster. it does not oblige.

“you’re making hot chocolate?” natasha asks, but peter is relieved to hear only genuine curiosity in her words and not the criticism and teasing he was fearing from her. peter turns to her, “y- yes. yes ma’am i am.”

“okay.” natasha shrugs after a moment, “don’t call me ma’am.”

“yes ma’am,” peter nods, watching her leave and squeezing his eyes shut when he realizes his mistake. “mister parker, the milk is about to burn,” friday informs helpfully, making peter turn back to what he was supposed to be paying attention to quickly and shutting off the stove. he cannot go through making another batch because he burnt milk in front of the avengers. “thank you friday,” he says.

he drains the milk into the mug again, chuckling softly when he reads the monogrammed words on the side of it, spiderman? nah. yourman. he still remembers your bright grin when he gave it to you for christmas, immediately easing all his worries that it was too cheesy. you had laughed when he told you his other options, pushing at his shoulder and scolding him for not putting them all on there.

it was your favorite mug nonetheless, and you never let anyone- other than him- touch it.

the metal spoon he’s using to mix in the chocolate powder clinks against the ceramic of the mug, inviting more narrowed eyes at him. “hot chocolate? oh, that’s such a good idea,” scott notes from his place next to hope as he walks to the elevator. “it’s not. you were just complaining over how hot you were,” hope points out. “maybe cassie will want some,” scott trails off.

peter sighs in relief when he feels the mix is blended together enough, reaching over to his side to grab the bag of mini marshmallows. “more?” someone criticizes behind him, and peter nods as he drops some into the mug. you always like extra.

“um. goodbye,” peter excuses when he turns, startled to still see sam and bucky standing there. he can still see them staring while the elevator doors close, making him exhale a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when the doors shut completely. his fingers tap against your mug while the elevator rises, his eyes watching the little red numbers in front of him rise until they reach your floor. he straightens his back, the sting of the burn from the hot chocolate unnoticeable to him because of his spider enhancement. it’s why you always hand him your hot drinks. you always kiss his fingers and nose in thanks, though.

he steps out when the doors part, walking straight to your room and quietly pushing open the door. “pete!” you say happily, throwing your phone on your bed while you sit up to greet him. “my hot chocolate!” you gasp, taking it from his hands and smelling it, “just how i like it,” you smile.

“you know i was just kidding, right?” you ask tentatively, putting the mug down on your bedside table and grabbing his warmed hands to press your lips all over his fingertips. “i did not,” peter replied with a laugh, “d’you still want it?”

“of course, i was kidding about wanting you to make me one but i still want one nonetheless,” you declare, pressing a kiss to his nose and then, finally, to his lips. “thank you,” you mutter against them, one of your hands sneaking around his neck to play with the soft curls at the nape of his neck. “‘course,” your boyfriend whispers, kissing you again.

“i hope no one gave you a hard time,” you comment, leaning away from peter to grab your mug, fingers unconsciously tracing the words of the pun on your mug. your other hand is busy with the spoon, grabbing all of the marshmallows and putting them in your mouth as you moan at the taste. “i forgot how much i missed this,” you mumble, still waiting for his response.

“no. no hard time, but everyone thinks i’m weird now,” he tells you, making you laugh. “you are,” you shrug, giggling at the look of betrayal on his features as you drink your hot chocolate. “you’re the one who wanted a hot chocolate in the summer!”

“you’re the one who puts up with me,” you retort, snuggling into him when he settles in next to you, drawing an arm around your shoulders. “with pleasure,” he replies, kissing your forehead.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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comparisons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2195

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Colson Baker one where you’re dating after him and Megan where you get a bunch of hate and they both defend you against the hate please”

description: when her boyfriend’s ex is one of the most beautiful actresses of this generation, she finds herself being constantly compared to her and receiving hateful messages

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, hate messages, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

There was some sort of assumption that when you start dating someone, you immediately hate their ex. That could not be further from the truth for me and Colson. In fact, Colson’s ex-girlfriend introduced us shortly after their break up, and had constantly pushed for the two of us to get together.

Megan was basically the backbone in our friendship. She pushed me to pursue my dreams in acting (as well as helped you with that since she was so much more famous than you were when you started), then she pushed me to start auditioning for bigger roles. The moment she introduced me to Colson, I knew exactly what was coming next.

“That’s weird, Meg,” I had told her. “Isn’t there, like, a girl code about dating your best friend’s ex?”

“I’m literally shoving you onto him,” she had responded. “I think you’re fine with the girl code.”

A few months after meeting, I finally caved and asked Colson out on a date. Six months later, I was still thanking Megan for giving me that push.

Shortly after making our relationship public, however, the happiness slowly came to a stop. For me, anyways. Colson, bless his heart, was blissfully ignorant to the comments his fanbase started to send me.

“yikes, he really downgraded huh?”

“how do you go from megan fox to...that?”

“guess mgk couldn’t keep up his streak of hot girlfriends”

Hate comes with fame, I knew that. I had my fair share of hate comments ever since the start. It was easy to ignore them when they were just a handful of hate comments here and there, but this was different. This was a bombardment of hate that was so heavy I could barley go online.

Colson was oblivious for a while, until he found out I had deleted all my social media accounts.

“Did you delete your Instagram babe?” he asked the minute he got home the day I had done it.

“Yeah,” I responded, nonchalantly. “I deleted all my social media.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I just thought it’d be better for me mentally. They say being so attached to social media is bad for you or whatever.”

“But you weren’t even addicted to social media. You just liked sharing your memories - our memories.”

I shrugged again and turned back to my cooking. I wasn’t about to tell him his fans drove me off the internet. He loved his fans, I couldn’t fuck that up for him, even if what they were saying hurt me so much.

My back was to him as I cooked, so he couldn’t see my reaction when he asked, “Is it because people were comparing you to Megan?”

I froze completely. I could feel his eyes staring into the back of my head, but I just couldn’t convince myself to turn around to face him. I knew that if I did, I’d crack. I had gone too long pretending everything was okay, keeping this secret from Colson, to finally let it slip now. I just had to throw him off of his thought process.

“Where did you get that idea?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

He was next to me suddenly, holding his phone up so I could see it. On the screen was a picture of me at a red carpet just below a headline that read “(Y/F/N) deletes social media accounts amid hateful comments from boyfriend Machine Gun Kelly’s fans”.

I sighed in frustration. Of course the tabloid vultures had already written articles about it. I had only done it a few hours earlier, but they always had to be the first ones to write another story about me.

“I didn’t even know I was getting hate,” I said, trying to keep up the lie even though it was pretty obvious I had been found out. “I just decided to delete my accounts, it must be a coincidence.”

“Really? Because this article says you were receiving so much hate that you couldn’t even go into the comments on your pictures or replies on your tweets without seeing a mass amount of hate from my fans.”

I turned off the stove and turned around suddenly, abandoning my cooking completely as I quickly walked out of the kitchen and towards mine and Colson’s room. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and the last thing I wanted was for Colson to see me cry.

I wasn’t shocked to hear his footsteps coming after me. I forgot how much longer his legs were than mine, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up with me and stop me before I could get too far away. He took hold of my arm and turned me around to look at him. The moment my eyes landed on his face, it felt like someone had finally broke the dam holding back my tears.

Colson pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly as I sobbed into his chest. Every ounce of overwhelming feelings I had been bottling up for months was finally starting to come out, and I realized it was long overdue when I eventually began to grow tired from my crying.

I felt Colson pick me up and bring me to his bed. My eyes were starting to grow heavy despite how much I was fighting against them to stay awake. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep, but it was obvious I had needed that rest, because when I woke up again I felt more well rested than I had in a long time.

I opened my eyes to find myself facing the window, which helped me to pinpoint that it was now nighttime as the sky was pitch black. I rolled over, expecting to find Colson asleep next to me only to find that I was alone in his bed. I was confused at first, forgetting the events that happened mere hours earlier.

I could hear a distant voice talking and was able to identify it as Colson’s. I got up from his bed and made my way towards the stairs, hearing it get louder as I stood at the top.

“I wish she would’ve told me,” he was saying. “I don’t know why she would’ve kept this a secret from me.”

“She didn’t want you upset with your fans,” came another voice. This one was distorted like it was coming from a phone. When she spoke again, I realized it was Megan’s voice. “And she’s stubborn. She was probably determined to deal with this by herself.”

“I just hate that she felt that way,” Colson sighed. “I don’t want her believing anything any of those people said to her, but I saw screenshots and fuck...they really did just bombard her with hate.”

“I know, but none of us could’ve predicted this. Your fans were so cool with us dating, I thought they’d love (Y/N) since we’re so similar.”

I sat down on the top of the stairs and peeked down enough that I could see Colson without him seeing me. He was laid out on the couch in just his sweat pants. In his hand he was holding his phone up, the other was slung over the back of his couch. I could see the guilt on his face, which broke my heart to see. I didn’t want Colson feeling guilty for something that was out of his control.

“You think what I posted will do anything?” he asked Megan.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. When people want to hate, they just want to hate.”

Hearing that Colson had posted something made me curious. I felt around my pants for my phone, but realized I had probably left it in the room or downstairs somewhere. I was in too deep now to give myself away, but I really wanted to know what he had posted about the situation.

“Thanks for talking to me about this, Megan,” he said.

“Of course, Colson. Anytime.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Colson tossed his phone onto the coffee table and put his arm under his head. “Are you gonna come down babe?”

I wanted to ask how he knew I was there, but instead I stood from my spot and made my way down the stairs. When I entered the living room, Colson just looked up at me for a moment, almost expectantly. I smiled down at him and laid on top of him with my head on his chest. The arm that was over the back of the couch wrapped around me and he gently kissed the top of my head.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

“Just the last bit,” I admitted. “Something about a post you made.”

Colson hummed, his chest vibrating underneath my ear as he did. “I wanted to address the issue, and I knew you wouldn’t let me do it if you were awake.”

“I still don’t like that you did it now,” I said, half joking. “Can I see the post?”

He moved his head to look down at me. “How do I know you’re not going to delete the post?”

“You don’t,” I responded. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He smiled and reached over to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opened it and pulled up a post he had made on Instagram: it was your usual white background with text post you saw celebrities make from time to time.

It read:

“I love my fans so much. You guys are my EST family, and I’m so proud of this family that we have built over the last few years. However, it came to my attention today that some of you have been less than nice to my girlfriend to a point where she felt the need to delete her social media accounts. I will admit, I was oblivious to this at first as I am not one to go onto other people’s social media to read comments and replies, and (Y/N) kept this to herself instead of telling me about it. But now that I do know, I have to say I am beyond pissed. (Y/N) is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, inside and out. She is not Megan, and honestly - with all respect to Megan - I’m glad that she’s not. I love Megan as a friend, but truly that’s all she is to me. (Y/N) is my soulmate, the love of my life. These comparisons and jabs at her because she isn’t my ex are absolutely disgusting, especially coming from people who claim they love me as much as you guys do. Please learn how to treat the people in my life with love and respect, or else take my face out of your profile pictures and my name out of your usernames/bios as you are not a true fan of mine. From the bottom of my heart, fuck you to anyone that made my girlfriend feel like shit.”

I scrolled down to see the comments and saw that the top one was from Megan, and was already liked by Colson.

“(Y/N) is not my competition, nor is she my enemy. She is my friend and she has been since before Colson and I were ever together. The fact that people feel the need to pit two women against one another just because they both dated the same person is absolutely appalling to me. I’d like to emphasis Colson’s statement - fuck you to whoever hurt my friend.”

I handed Colson his phone back, not wanting to read any more. I could feel a lump in my throat again, but this one was from happiness. I felt so lucky to have two amazing people in my corner during a time that was otherwise very trying for me.

“I’m sorry I never told you,” I said as I rested against his chest again.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You don’t have any reason to be sorry either. You can’t control your fans.”

“Then neither of us will be sorry.”

I chuckled at this. For a moment we were both silent, the only sound being Colson’s heart beating under my ear. It was a soothing sound, and combined with his fingers tracing over my back, I was almost lulled back to sleep.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my hair.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What?”

“I said I love you.”

I was speechless. It was the first time he had seriously said those words and he had managed to shock me into silence with them.

He looked at me, his face slowly becoming concerned with my silence.

“I love you, too,” I finally managed.

A smile broke out across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to him. For the rest of the night, he would whisper those three words to me randomly, and I would whisper back my response every time.

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history doesn’t repeat, it rhymes

sakusa x gn!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, elements of depersonalization, non-explicit mentions of sex

dedicated to: @onyxoverride (thank you for beta reading) & @saintdabi

you can’t remember the last time you saw your reflection.

it wasn’t deliberate, the way you turned your back to the full length mirror in your closet every morning when you got dressed, how you usually dodged your reflection coming out of the shower like you did just now. at least, not at first. not until you realized how much better you felt now that you didn’t have to come face to face with a stranger everyday. that was the only word to describe whatever lived in the mirror. a stranger. any recognizable part of you had rotted away long ago. all that remained now was an empty husk with dead eyes and a selfish heart. the same selfish heart that set you on this path in the first place.

was it worth it? you wanted to ask your past self. was his love worth what you did to yourself?

the very first night you met sakusa set the tone for the rest of your relationship. you’re still not entirely sure why you accepted your roommate, hinata’s, invitation to his team’s party to celebrate their record win streak. it probably had something to do with the puppy dog eyes he threw you. regardless, you went, wearing an outfit you were losing confidence in by the second and leaning against a wall as far from the drunk crowd as you could get. you never liked parties like this. too many people, too loud. but for your best friend, you were willing to grit your teeth and bare it.

a part of you, larger than you would ever admit, wishes you never looked to your left that day. wishes that you never spotted the curly haired man looking so sullen despite half his face being covered with a mask, that you didn’t notice the way his eyes flickered from his empty red cup to where you knew the kitchen to be, how he wearily eyed the crowd of people that separated him from it.

“i was about to grab a drink. i can bring something back for you if you’d like?” the first thing you ever said to the love of your life was a lie. you were planning on staying tucked in your corner all night, safe from the dancing drunks who had no concept of personal space until hinata was ready to leave. and yet the words were almost ripped out of you the moment your eyes landed on him, a fierce need to help the man flaring up from nowhere. you could only assume he had separated himself from the party for the same reason you had and it pulled on your heartstrings. no one ever noticed when you needed help so why not extend that courtesy to him instead? he blinked at you as though he had to process your offer before he nodded.

“yes, please i’d appreciate it.” his voice was different than you expected it to be. slow and calm despite the way his fist clenched and unclenched. “just water. a closed bottle if you can find it.”

his brows furrowed for a moment when you held out your hand before letting out a quiet ah and handing you his empty cup. it was endearing how he placed it in your hand, balancing it carefully on your palm.

“be right back.” you shot him a smile and started to make your way across the floor, getting pushed and jostled the entire way there. you made quick work of tossing the garbage into the overflowing trash bag and dug out two water bottles from behind a rack of beer cans in the fridge. the trip back was no easier and you breathed a sigh of relief when you were once again in your small private bubble with the man. the discomfort you endured, the skin crawling sensation of all those bodies too close to you was worth the way his eyes lit up when he saw you’d returned.

he accepted the cool bottle with a murmured thanks, pulling his mask down and tucking it under his chin. handsome was your first thought and his name was your second. the two distinct moles on his brow should’ve given it away that you were talking to sakusa kiyoomi. you’d seen enough of hinata’s games, heard enough stories to put a name to the face. he held your stare as you placed him in your mind, taking a sip from the bottle as he did. an urge to say something, anything to keep those eyes on you bubbled up hot and fast and you said the first thing that came to mind.

“my roommate’s your teammate.”

“is he? which one?”

“hinata. shoyo.” you added as though there was another hinata on the msby roster.

“ah. my condolences.” the corner of his lips quirked up when you snorted. “i’ve seen how he leaves a locker room. i don’t want to imagine what his room looks like.”

“it’s not pretty, that’s for sure.” you said, leaning your shoulder against the wall and taking a moment to regard him. “can i ask why you’re here? shoyo told me you don’t like crowds so a party must be hard on you.”

“would you believe me if i said contractual obligations?”

“nope cause i helped shoyo go through his contract and i don’t remember ragers being a part of the deal.” a small burst of pride bloomed in your chest when he laughed, a quick huff from his nose and amused eyes as though he didn’t expect it.

“you got me.” you waited for him to explain and deflated a bit when he remained silent. that is, until you followed where his eyes had wandered. it was easy to spot hinata from across the party. he sat high above the rest of the crowd on bokuto’s shoulders, leaning back occasionally to test bokuto’s reaction time and giggling every time he was caught at the last moment. meian was trying in vain to pull the ginger down while atsumu seemed to be on facetime with someone recording the whole thing, his loud laughter ringing out clearly over the music.

“you’re here for them?” you said just as the realization dawned on you. sakusa twitched, so small you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been watching him so closely.

“spending time with your teammates promotes better gameplay on the court.”

“i’m sure it does. but wanting to hang out with your friends isn’t a crime.”

“we are hanging out. i’m here, aren’t i? if they wanted to talk to me, they know where to find me.” the bitterness in his tone wasn’t enough to mask the acceptance behind his words, of being resigned to his fate as the forgotten one.

“well, i found you.” he looked over at you, something unreadable swimming behind his eyes before they softened.

“yeah. you did. you know, you’ve talked a lot about shoyo but i don’t know anything about you. i don’t even know your name.” he said. heat raced to your cheeks, flustered that he seemed to be paying as much attention to you that you were to him.

“i didn’t even notice, sorry.” you said before offering your name. he repeated it back, once, twice, rolling it around on his tongue and you watched his mouth, mesmerized by how it curled around a word you’ve heard your whole life until it sounded new again. he spoke your name in a soft, hushed whisper and you wondered if his lips would feel just as soft. half-lidded, his gaze flickered downwards like he was wondering the same thing.

the rest of the night was a blur in your mind. all you could recall was that you chatted with sakusa until the others found you and you drove a passed-out hinata home with a new contact saved to your phone.

the reminiscing left you drained, clutching your phone in your hands, the screen frozen on that same contact as you collapsed into bed and yet you couldn’t stop the rest of the memories from flooding through your mind, the truth you’ve been holding off for too long. you’ve picked at a festering wound that was best left alone. if you didn’t think too hard about it, if you ignored how it grew and ate away at you, it wouldn’t hurt as much. right? but it was too late. you’ve pulled the string and now you’re left to deal with your own unraveling.

you scrolled through your texts for what feels like a lifetime, the entirety of your relationship flashing by and disappearing in an instant until you could scroll no higher. of course you sent the first text. a formal message that didn’t look anything like how you actually text with one too many exclamation points in your desperation to come across friendly.

your fingers moved across the screen and when your mind caught up, your thumb was hovering over the button to delete the entire conversation. you never wanted to see evidence of who you used to be ever again. you didn’t want to be reminded of the person you cut and broke and killed until they fit into sakusa’s neat life. but sentimentality stilled your hand, the phone dropping from your limp fingers and crashing to the floor. you didn’t bother reaching for it.

the accursed memories refuse to let you be, another bobbing up to the surface from the murky depths and pulling you under before you could stop it. one that showed what little agency you had in your own life.

it started the way it always did. you noticed him. noticed how tired he was every time you spoke. how you went from going out on dates to always staying in to maybe being lucky enough to say good night over the phone before he crashed for the day. and sure, you were lonely. so starved for him it ached. but that was overshadowed by your worry for him. you would lay awake wondering if he’d remember to eat that day, if he had the energy to clean his apartment and if he didn’t, how much was that adding to his stress?

so you swung by his place the next morning after he had left for practice, spent the day cleaning, restocked his fridge and were nearly done making dinner when he returned. his exhaustion was truly hammered home when he walked straight past the kitchen on autopilot before doubling back, tilting his head at you in confusion.

“what are you doing here, darling?”

“helping out.” you turned back to the stove and busied yourself with mindless stirring, afraid that you’d been too eager and overstepped. “you seemed pretty tired these days so i wanted to do something for you but you’re back earlier than i expected so i can just go if you want to be alone just let me-”

your rambling was cut off when a force barrelled into you and sakusa hugged you tight from behind, head buried in the crook of your shoulder. all at once, whatever anxiety had been growing fled you and you relaxed into his touch.

“thank you.” it wasn’t the words that made your heart leap to your throat. it was the sincerity, the slight crack at the end that told you he had more he wanted to say but didn’t know how.

you fell into a routine of going over to his apartment, looking after things, kissing him when he returned and staying over at night. at first, it was once a week. then over the weekend, then every other day.

“you should move in.” even though you half expected your relationship to take this next step, it still took you by surprise the casual way sakusa brought it up. you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to move in with him just yet. you built a home with hinata and that apartment meant everything to you, all your happiest memories were made there and oh no sakusa was still waiting for an answer.

“i should?”

“yeah.”

and that was the end of it. you were packed and out of hinata’s apartment (because it was his now. his and atsumu’s. not yours, it’ll never be yours again) by the end of the month. most of your things didn’t come with you but that was fine, right? so what if you still felt like a guest in your home even to this day with none of yourself being reflected in the apartment? you got to wake up to see the love of your life every day and that made everything worth it.

until you started waking up alone.

extra training, he said. the team drafted new players and he had to get used to their play style, he said. and you believed him, trusted that he’d be home with you if he could. so you took the crushing loneliness and swallowed it down like a bitter pill. you smiled wide when he came home late with only the moon to light your bedroom and let him use your body to rid the stress of the day.

the dead of night was the only time you’d have him all to yourself. you could be greedy for his attention when he was buried inside you. it was easy to pretend you clawed up and down his back because you were caught up in the moment and not because you were desperate to keep him close to you. easy to pretend the tears in your eyes were from pleasure and not from how much you missed his voice.

and when he was empty and spent, you would stroke his hair until he fell asleep and then, only then, would you whisper all the things you couldn’t tell him during the day. small, meaningless anecdotes that you knew would earn you a wry smile if he was awake to hear them, the one he used when he didn’t want to let on how close he was to laughing. the stolen moments were a salve on your fractured heart but it was never enough to heal it. in the end, when you were once again alone in your too-wide bed, it only served to remind you just how deep the cracks were.

maybe that’s where you went wrong. you gave away your heart to someone and got nothing in return, nothing to plug up the all-consuming void in your chest. there was nothing left of you. no, that wasn’t quite true. there was nothing good left of you. you gave him your best parts and all you had now was pure resentment that burned hot and fierce in your core, so acidic it ate everything in its path. it burned away the dredges of your soul until all you could do was allow it to climb up and scorch your throat in a silent scream.

another memory. it’s strange what your brain chose to latch onto as you spiralled. on the surface, you remember this to be a happier time. but as it overtook you, you’re reminded almost violently that the edges of this memory are stained with the early decay of your identity.

before the early mornings and late nights, before you got into the habit of staring at your ceiling and wondering how you got to that point, you and sakusa had a tradition. you’d both find something, a story, a movie, that you think the other doesn’t know and share it with them. that day sakusa came to you with the myth of orpheus and eurydice.

he told you the story of a man so in love with his wife he journeys to the underworld after she dies to find her, how hades tells him he can guide her to the land of the living but orpheus must trust that eurydice is following him. if he turns around, eurydice’s fate is sealed. sakusa explained how in every version of the myth, orpheus turned around at the very end out of an uncontrollable, unfiltered love for his wife. whether it was because he was excited to see the end of the tunnel and wanted to share his joy with her or because he feared she got lost, either one stems from the love he has for her. the love that sent him to find her is the same love that doomed her in the end. but the more sakusa spoke about orpheus, the more you wondered about the other protagonist of the story.

“why didn’t eurydice try to let orpheus know she was there? she could’ve held his hand or touched his back or something.” you asked. you were laying your head on sakusa’s chest, letting the low rumble wash over you as he read you the tale. the question had been bugging you as the story came to its conclusion though you couldn’t place your finger as to why.

“she was a spirit. she would pass right through him.”

“yeah but…” you searched for the words to explain your confusion. “she didn’t even try.”

“it wouldn’t have mattered either way.”

you opened your mouth to press the issue further, too stubborn to let it go just yet when you heard sakusa sigh out of his nose. it was enough for any question to die on your tongue and all that came out was a quiet, “i guess so.”

it was a nothing memory. an empty thing to remind you of better times that you’ve had no need to look back on. so why did that moment swirl around your head now, as you crumbled in your lowest moments? scattered pieces start to form together in the recesses of your mind but before you could call them forth to make a full image, the bedroom door swung open and sakusa walked in.

for once, you don’t slip on your well worn porcelain mask. you don’t school your expression and force it to mold into something that couldn’t quite be called happy. instead, you sat up straight in bed, held his gaze and did nothing to hide the maelstrom of hurt that raged inside you. a sick satisfaction shot through your veins when his steps faltered at the force of your stare.

“what’s wrong?” he asked.

what isn’t? you thought but instead said, “nothing. i was just thinking. about us.”

“oh.” his eyes are already sliding away from you, a quiet detachment in his voice that made you grind your teeth in frustration.

“remember that greek story you told me about?”

“mhmm.”

“tell me again why eurydice didn’t reach out.” there it is again. a short, sharp exhale from his nose. he opened his mouth but you spoke before he could. “humour me.”

“she was dead, darling. she couldn’t touch him, he couldn’t hear her so there was no point.”

“no point? there was no point in trying to tell orpheus that she was behind him? he climbed into the underworld for her and she couldn’t try?”

“could you--?” he cut himself off and pinched the bridge of his nose. “it’s late. i’m exhausted and really not in the mood so can we go to bed?”

“doesn’t that sound familiar?” you continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “one person bending heaven and hell for the person they love while the other can’t even meet them halfway. remind you of anything?”

now you had his full attention. his brows scrunched together and you’re not sure if he’s trying to figure out the meaning behind your words or the reason for your hostile tone. you don’t feel like helping him out either and instead watched the gears turn in his head with something akin to glee. it’s his turn to be paranoid, to overthink, to pick apart every moment of your relationship and dissect it piece by rotted piece.

“please don’t be vague. if you’re upset with me, tell me.” it was the most emotion you’ve heard from him in so long, you were taken aback for a moment.

“i’m a bit past ‘upset’, omi.”

“i’m sorry.”

you scoffed. “you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“you’re hurt and it’s my fault. that's enough for me to say sorry.”

“you don’t understand.” he crossed the room in three large strides, sitting on the edge of the bed to leave space between you.

“then help me understand.”

you floundered for the right words to explain the mountain of revelations you’ve uncovered and settled for, “how do i take my coffee, kiyoomi?”

he took your use of his full name in stride. “black. one sugar.”

“no that’s how you take your coffee. that’s the only way you ever make coffee. i had to learn to like it.”

“what, you’re mad i don’t know how you like your coffee?” you know he didn’t mean anything by it, that’s he's always been more blunt that he means to be but it doesn’t stop you from feeling patronized and the hurt loosened your tongue.

“it’s not about the coffee! it’s not about the fact that eurydice was a ghost. it’s the effort, omi. you haven’t put an ounce of effort into this relationship. i’m the one who has to bend. i’m the one that has to change, it’s never you.”

“i never asked you to.” the truth of the statement knocked the air out of your lungs. because that's the worst part, isn’t it? you have no one to blame your misery on but yourself.

“i don’t know how to love you without sacrificing pieces of myself. and i’m empty, kiyoomi, i've given you all of me. and it feels like you’ve given me nothing in return.”

his head was bowed while he listened but from how tight he laced his fingers together, you know he was fighting to stay calm. “you know i love you, right?”

“do you? do you love me or love that i’m convenient? love that i clean your place and make you food and have a hole you can--”

“stop.” you didn’t know it was possible for so much heartbreak to be packed into a single word. it sobered you of your venom and in its place, shame came rushing in.

“i’m sorry. i'm pissed at myself for letting it get this far and i’m taking it out on you. i don’t regret loving you. but it feels like that’s the only thing living inside me. like i’m not even a person anymore.”

“i should’ve noticed. it shouldn’t have taken you snapping for me to realize what was going on.”

“maybe.”

silence, suffocating silence, stretched and morphed time until it felt like you’ve aged a decade in a moment. and then sakusa spoke.

“you’ll help a stranger just because they look like they might need it and ask for nothing in return. you’ll make someone food just so you can be sure they ate that day. you’ll tell me about your day while i fall asleep and i don’t think i could sleep without hearing your voice. you’re kind and too selfless for your own good and the best person i’ve ever met. it kills me that i’ve been the cause of your pain.”

it was strange hearing those traits spun in a good light when you’ve thought of them negatively for so long. strange knowing where you saw faults he saw things worth admiring. “you hear me at night?”

“and you like focusing on minor details. yes, darling. every night.”

“oh.”

“i understand if you need… space, if you want to spend some time apart. but give me a chance. please. give me a chance to prove how important you are to me. i’m sorry that i’ve failed you. i’m sorry i've been taking you for granted. but that ends now. never again.

“and i can help you, too. i can remind you of all the parts you say you’ve lost. i’ll tell you all about the person i fell in love with everyday if you need it. i’d never run out of things to say. please. you found me once, let me return the favour and help you find yourself. if-if you’ll have me.”

his small speech wasn’t the reason tears stung the back of your eyes. as he finished speaking, sakusa reached out across the space between you and offered you his hand. a lifeline that you took, the lump in your throat to keeping everything you wanted to say stuck inside you. thankfully, you needed no words for sakusa to understand you. he brought your joined fingers to his lips and let out a shaky breath against them. the two of you stayed like that for a small eternity, drifted apart yet holding together with a bridge to link you. you’ve been fueled by resentment and anger for so long, you weren’t sure if you were strong enough to let them go. but you did know that you didn’t want to try without him by your side.

#sakusa x reader #sakusa angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagine #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi angst #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! angst

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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sweet as honey, hard as nails

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, fisting, squirting, kidnapping, spanking/whipping, some allusions to breeding.

This is dark! nomad Steve Rogers x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You’re trapped by more than four walls, trapped between the past and the present.

Note: Thanks to @lokislastlove for helping me brainstorm. I was just hungering for some good nomad.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The light pad of your feet on the wooden floor was punctuated by the metallic clink, softened as you stepped onto the rug between the couch and the fireplace. You barely noticed the subtle weight around your ankle anymore. You barely remembered anything but those walls, the quilt spread neatly over the bed, the portrait of a woman in a Victorian era farm dress watching a field of sheep, the wooden bowl you filled with fruit from the garden.

The dress flowed around your figure as you strode to the counter and filled the sink with hot water from the tap. You slid the stack of plates into the suds and dropped the utensils on top. You watched the basin fill and took a gulp of the pollen-laced air blowing in through the open window before you.

From there, you could see the garden and the swing that faced the endless forest. You could hear the birds and the critters chirping and searching for food. You sometimes saw the tawny fur of a deer between the brush or the red tail of a fox. The serenity of the place was deceiving.

You focused on your work, the plates printed with pinecones around the trim. They were old but worthless antiques, each piece in the cupboard matched, uniform and perfect, just like the life built for you in that cabin. You drained the sink and dried the dishes one at a time as you hummed. You were tone deaf but there wasn’t much else you could do to fill the lull.

You closed the cupboard and hung the towel on the bar. You looked at your wrinkled hands as you strode blindly around the couch. The metal at your ankle stopped you as the long chain wrapped around the furniture in your carelessness. You stopped and stared at the door and the heavy iron bolt above the handle.

Your eyes clung to the dark wood but you saw beyond. In your mind, you descended those steep stairs and sat against the cold concrete again. You closed your eyes. Don’t think of it, don’t. It only made it all worse.

⛓️then⛓️

You shivered as you hugged yourself in the corner of the dark space. There was no light, only shadows around you. It was cold and only the fleece blanket left for you kept you from chattering uncontrollably. You blew into your hands and sank down further as you heard the footsteps again, just above you on the groaning wooden floor.

It was an hour, maybe two, since you’d woken in that place. Your head hurt and a fog obscured your mind. You remember the beach, your sister laughing as you hopped from one leg to the other and whined that you would end up peeing in the water. You slipped into your sandals and left her on her towel.

You heard the choppy waves, the lake growing more and more uneven in the last days of summer. You went early before the afternoon made the water too cold to bear. The sand weighed down your steps and you didn’t know if you’d make it in time.

You flew into the stinky stall just between the parking lot and the trails down to the lake. You hovered over the hole and relieved yourself with a shaky moan. It hurt but felt so good. You rinsed your hands in the foot-pump sink and swung the door open. That’s as far as you remembered.

The footsteps stopped at the door that stood at the top of the stairs, as they had several times before. You couldn’t reach them as the chain around your ankle kept you on the other side of the musty basement. That time, the latch turned and the door opened slowly with a creak. A light broke the blackness and a figure appeared above you.

You counted his steps, eleven. It was a him, you could tell by his broad silhouette, the way he walked, almost like a soldier. When he got to the bottom, he set something down on the bottom step and marched through the dark to the corner opposite you. You trembled but not from the cold.

Click. The lantern glowed suddenly and cast his tall form in a yellow haze. He turned back, you could make out his nose, long and slightly bent in the middle, his square jaw and the thick fuzz of his beard, and the line of his brow above the shadowed eyes. He went back to the stairs and took the tupperware and the water bottle. He neared and set them down before you.

You leaned into the wall and covered your face. You were terrified, still in nothing more but your onepiece beneath the blanket. You smelled like the lake, the sand, and the sun. He knelt and pulled the lid off the container. You still didn’t move, hiding behind your hands as you tried not to cry.

“Eat,” he said tersely.

You didn’t move, didn’t look, just hoped you could dissolve into the wall. He said your name and you gulped loudly. You parted your fingers and looked between them at him. You still couldn’t make out his whole face, just the shape of it, just the impenetrable wall of his body.

“Go on, eat,” he ordered again, “and don’t forget your manners.”

You slowly dropped your hands and reached over the top of the blanket. You kept your eyes on him, afraid he might grab you, hit you, or worse. You took a piece of the cut up chicken breast with your fingers as he nodded and stood.

“Thank you,” you rasped.

“Good girl,” he said and retreated, “you keep it up and you won’t be down here too long.”

⛓️now⛓️

You flinched and your trance broke. Your eyes were wet and you quickly wiped the tears away before they could trickle down your cheeks. You turned away and retraced your steps so that the chain slackened at your ankle. You went back to the counter and gripped the edge. You gazed out the window but not for too long, it only hurt more.

You pulled out the thick flanks of venison from the fridge and seasoned them, rubbing the cold meat until it was fragrant. You chopped it into chunks and fried it in a pan, the natural fat and oil spitting out at you.

You mixed together the dough in a bowl and rolled out the pastry thin before you laid it in the pan. You added veggies to the mix on the stove and added some more spice. You used the dripping for a gravy and added it back in. You filled the shell and crimped the edges as you stretched the top of the pie over the savoury innards.

You turned on the small stove, a fixture straight out of the sixties, and shoved the pie onto the rack. You rinsed your hands one last time and your eyes were drawn back to the window. You heard the crunch of leaves and fervent breaths, whimpers as another set of steps hammer close behind. You close your eyes.

⛓️then⛓️

You had no shoes, your naked feet scratched and scraped in the twigs and dirty, errant branches catching at your dress and whipping your bare arms. You didn’t know where you were going, you didn’t know where you were, you just needed to run until you found someone who could save you. Until he couldn’t find you.

You heard him getting closer and closer. He was fast and you were unused to physical activity. It was months since you’d left the cabin. Two, maybe. It was cold and your feet throbbed from the bite of the air. You veered between the trees and your foot caught. You cried out as you plummeted into the leaves and rolled over as the rope clung to your ankle. You’d stepped right into a trap.

You loosened it, the knot meant for nothing more than a rabbit, but as you stood, you were knocked onto your ass. He stood above you and kicked you onto your back. He planted his foot on your chest and scowled down at you, his blues eyes bore into you angrily.

“Bad girl,” he pushed on your chest until you wheezed, “you’re going back to the basement.”

“No, no, no,” you slapped at him as he removed his foot and bent to lift you up, “please--”

“Shut up,” he growled as he dragged you back to the path, “it’ll be harder this time, don’t make it worse than you already have.”

⛓️now⛓️

You gasped as your eyes flicked open. The rumble of the engine reverberated and faded into the trees as the faded green truck pulled up before the low fences. The motor shut off and the man hopped out on the other side. You watched as he went to the bed and opened it, he pulled out and crate that he held under one arm and an odd leather suitcase in the other.

He saw you through the window and smiled. You batted your lashes and forced yourself to smile back. You went to the door and opened it for him. He kicked off his tan boots and strode inside as you waited patiently. He stepped over the chain and plopped his goods on the table.

“You miss me, honey pie?” he asked, “mmm, it smells good in here.”

“I did… dear,” you used the epithet that made him happy, that kept him placid, “I made steak pie.”

“Yum,” he unclasped the briefcase and paused as he looked at you, “I have a surprise for you.”

“You went to the city?”

“Why I left so early. Don’t you remember? I kissed you goodbye but you were sleepy so,” his thumbs rubbed the tarnished clasps.

“I remember,” you said, “I figured since you took the truck.”

“This is for you,” he said, “a surprise.”

“A surprise?” you blinked and watched his hands.

He opened the lid of the briefcase and revealed the interior with a ‘ta da’. You looked over the record player, the knobs worn and the upholster of the lid frayed. “It’s used, but it works.”

He reached over and slid the crate closer, “I grabbed whatever they had that wasn’t gospel.”

You didn’t move to look at the records or to admire the Victrola. You were too stunned. Not that he brought you a surprise, he always brought you small things, new dresses or a little figurine. Stuff you didn’t like but pretended to for his sake, but more so your own.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

It was so long since you’d heard music. You knew that it was close to a year now. The days grew shorter, the air cooler, and the garden was at the end of its bloom. It was a lovely present from your keeper, the keeper you could never love.

“Thank you,” you whispered but still didn’t touch any of it. You cleared your throat, “thank you, Steve.”

“You okay?” he touched your shoulder. You learned not to flinch, that made him angry.

“You didn’t have to… do that,” you said.

“You’ve been good, you earned it,” he rubbed your arm, “there’s more in the truck. Why don’t you get it set up while I unload?”

“Yes, dear,” you nodded.

He bent and kissed your cheek, then caught your chin and laid a deeper kiss on your lips. You felt the shudder, the hunger, he wanted you that night, like most nights.

He went back outside and you hauled the record player to the table beside the fireplace. You plugged it in and went back to get the records. You sorted through until you found a familiar name. You took out the vinyl and checked for scratches before you laid it on the deck. You dropped the needle and it crackled before the melody began.

‘Oh my baby's comin home tomorrow

Ain't that good news

Man, ain't that news

Baby's coming home tomorrow

Ain't that news

Man, ain't that news’

⛓️then⛓️

The hammering stopped and Steve stood up. You watched him through the window as he replaced the tool in the metal box and closed it up. He tossed it back in the truck bed and came back through the open door of the cabin. It was spring, the long winter was over, a winter mostly spent below, and he wanted to clean up the garden.

He went to the hoop drilled into the floor and unlocked the chain from it. He tugged on it and led you outside like a dog on a leash and looped it through the one he’d just set into the concrete base. He yanked and tested its sturdiness then dropped the links. He dusted off his hands and looked around.

“Now you can come out and help,” he declared, “you should be able to reach everything you need. And I’m almost done the swing. We’ll be able to sit out here in the evenings.”

“Thank you, dear,” you recited the words, a habit you were almost compulsive about.

“Your welcome, honey pie,” he neared and kissed your forehead, “you understand right? Now that you’re back up here, you have to be good.”

“Yes, dear,” you swallowed your despair and smiled stiffly.

“We’re starting over,” he touched your cheek, “I forgive you.”

“Thank you…. dear,” you brushed your hand against his and he tilted his head. His other went to the sleeve of your dress and traced over your collarbone. He picked at the lace trim along the chest. His eyes darkened and he bit his lip.

⛓️now⛓️

You unclipped the cotton from the line and watched the leaves sway along the tree line. You shook the memory from your head. That night, the first night he’d… It happened so many times since, what did it matter?

You dropped the laundry into the wicker and lifted the basket. You went back to the door and stopped. He’d changed the record and the music kept the stifling silence from suffocating you. You stood in the doorway and watched his shoulders as he read.

“Dear,” you said carefully, “I’m ready to come inside.”

He put the book face down on the arm and stood. He crossed to you and you stepped just inside to let him past. He dragged his hand across your stomach as he sidled through the door. He disappeared for a moment and returned with the chain in hand. He secured it in its hook by the bed and you closed the door.

“Once I fold this, dinner should be ready,” you said.

“Alright,” he replied but sounded glum, “you work so hard, honey pie.”

“Yes, dear,” you set the basket on the bed and pulled out one of his shirts.

He was quiet as he sat. You felt him watching you. You stacked the shirts and went to grab hangers for your dresses. With the chain, all you could wear were dresses. Besides, there was no point in trying to be modest.

“You like the player?” he asked.

“Very much, dear,” you said, “it is a nice surprise.”

“Well, really, it’s an anniversary gift…” he remarked.

“Anniversary?” you trembled, only slightly as you pulled the dress over the hanger.

“It’s been one year. Can you believe that?”

“One year?” you repeated, “that’s… amazing.”

“Yeah, I mean, I can hardly remember what it was like before you. Feels like it’s been longer than that.”

“Happy anniversary, dear,” you said numbly and hung the last dress. You put away his clothes in the chest and put the basket back in the corner.

As you turned, you were startled to see him at the foot of the bed. He stared at the pattern of the quilt, his hands on his hips. He never had to say what he wanted, if you made him, it would be worse. You blanched and quickly scurried over. You shook as you climbed onto the mattress and pulled up your skirt.

“Dear?” you quivered as you lifted your dress up your chest. He leaned a knee on the bed and stopped you.

“No, later,” he said as he pushed the fabric back down, “and I want you to keep this on tonight.”

“Okay,” you sat back on your heels as his hands rested on your sides. His eyes lingered on your stomach. He looked sad.

“Dinner should be ready, right?” he drew away, “it smells ready.”

⛓️then⛓️

“I was out all day hunting and I come back to this!” Steve huffed, “you haven’t even started dinner.”

“I lost track of time, dear, I’m sorry--”

“You will be,” he snarled as he crossed his arms, “take off your dress and turn around.”

“Please--”

“Quiet,” he barked and his jaw ticked.

You sniffed and took the dress off. You dropped it over the edge of the couch and neared him. You turned around and he sighed darkly. He grabbed your shoulders and directed you over to the table. He pushed until you were bent over it.

“Stay,” he snarled, “I didn’t want it to come to this but you need to learn.”

You closed your eyes and braced the wood as you readied for another spanking. Your breath caught hover as you heard the subtle tinkle of metal. The leather rested against your ass and Steve tutted.

“I love you, honey pie,” he said, “that’s why I have to do this.”

The first strike was like fire, it burned your skin. The second was worse and you cried out. Your body wracked with sobs as he continued and by the dozenth or so, it hurt even when he wasn’t hitting you.

“I’ll do better,” you whimpered, “please, I’ll do better.”

⛓️now⛓️

You took Steve’s empty plate and your own and rinsed them off. You took the sponge and cleaned them completely and left them in the rack. You heard him behind you and you dried your hands before turning back to him. He stood with his back to you, he was looking at something.

You went to him and he looked at you as you came around the couch. He smiled, almost embarrassed, it was too late to hide what he was holding. He chuckled and held up the sleepers; one in pink and one in blue. “I got one of each… in case…”

You stood speechless. You knew it was a possibility, almost a certainty, but you tracked your periods almost religiously. So far, you’d been lucky. The idea of being out here with a child on top of everything else was more frightening than anything he’d done.

You spun away and covered your face. You began to cry. You couldn’t help it. It was a promise, a promise that you would never get away.

“What’s wrong, honey pie? I thought you’d like them--”

You shook your head but couldn’t stop. You walked away from him, the chain dragging loudly and you fell helplessly to your knees. Fuck him! Fuck him! You bent and beat on the wooden floor as you sobbed.

“Stop this,” his voice turned firm, “you’re being ridiculous.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” you muttered, “please, I can’t-- I can’t--”

“Don’t be a bad girl,” he warned as he came close, “now it’s our anniversary. Let’s celebrate.”

“I don’t want to,” you uttered, “I never wanted--”

He grabbed you around the waist and wrenched you up. He forced you over to the bed and pushed you onto it. He growled as you turned onto your back and gaped up at him.

“You know what happens to bad girls,” he sneered, “so you have one minute to suck it up and be good.”

You rubbed your eyes and wiped away the wetness from your cheeks. He took off his tee and flung it into the basket, then his jeans, socks, and underwear. His muscles bulged through his skin and his arousal bobbed before him as he came up to the foot off the bed. You got to your knees and gripped your skirts in your sweaty hands.

“How do you want me?” you said crisply as your throat squeezed. The lump stayed lodged firmly there as a nail was set deep in your skull.

“Mouth, first, honey pie, you know I like a warm up,” he stroked his dick and wiggled it.

You crawled to the end of the bed and replaced his hand with yours. Your breath glossed over his tip and you opened your mouth around him. He groaned and gripped his hips as he tilted his pelvis forward. You sank down until he was at your throat and you moved your hand in time with your mouth, easing the intrusion of his length.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey pie,” he purred as his hands went to your shoulders.

Your spit spread down his dick and slicked the motion of your hand. You gulped and gagged as he pushed on your shoulders and you sped up. You bobbed your head steadily. It was a habit, a pattern, you did it all so mechanically. It was easier if you looked at it like just another chore.

He grasped your shoulders and urged you away from him. Saliva dripped from your mouth and down your chin. You wiped your face with the back of your hand and reached to your dress. Finish him quickly and you might be done… maybe, or it would be another endless night.

“No, I said keep it on,” he spun his finger in the air, “let me see your ass.”

You turned around and gathered up the skirt of your dress. You bent over on your elbows as your legs stuck out off the edge of the bed. He kneaded the flesh and hummed as he pulled your cheeks apart. He pushed his dick between them and slid it up and down.

He reached under you and rubbed your clit. His other hand glided up your back and held your shoulder. You were wet, you couldn’t help that even if you hated it. He pushed two fingers inside without warning, then a third. Even after all this time, you were never used to the stretching, even just his fingers.

“Mmm, honey pie, you are so wet,” he stepped back and bent to push his face between your legs. You arched as his lip flicked along your folds and his fingers slipped out to follow it, “you taste so good.”

He stood straight again and licked his fingers clean noisily. He shoved them back into you roughly. He pulled in and out and added his pink. You whined as he got deeper and deeper. He’d never used more than three at a time.

“You think you can take all of it?” he asked.

“Wha--” you voice cracked as he folded his thumb against his palm and poked at your entrance, your juices spreading over his hand as he fucked you, “Ste--”

You gasped as he got his whole hand inside. He seemed surprised too and he bent over you as he forced himself in to his wrist. Your cunt sucked at him hungrily and the noises filled the desolate cabin.

“Good girl,” he slithered as you squeezed around him and his other hand searched for your clit, “look at that, huh?”

He sped up and your arms collapsed. Your head was on the bed as he kept your ass up and played with your bud as he kept his other hand moving inside of you. You whined and moan as the fullness sparked your core and your thighs began to quake. You puffed wildly and grasped the quilt as your orgasm hit and gushed down his arm.

“Oh, honey pie,” he slipped out of you slowly and pulled his other hand away, “what a start.”

He grabbed your skirt with his wet hand and bunched it as he stepped up behind you. He pressed his tip to your entrance and glided in easily. Your walls gripped him even tighter than before, still pulsing from your climax. He reached his limit and grunted.

“Such a good girl,” he purred as he moved his hips slowly, a smooth rock as his free hand stretched over your ass.

You murmured and mewled as he tilted into you. His motion built steadily until his skin clapped against yours. He twisted your dress until it was tight around your middle and he stopped to push you forward on the bed. You dragged yourself up as he climbed onto his knees behind you.

He picked up his former pace and the bed shook beneath you. He lifted one leg over yours and then the other and pushed them together. He stayed inside of your and leaned on you until you were slat on your stomach. He straddled you as he pushed his shoulders up and gripped the straps of your dress. He rutted into you without restraint as the pressure around him was even more unbearable.

Your cunt quivered around him again and your head lolled back and forth. His hips snapped up against your ass as his thick breaths added to the heat all around you. He snaked a hand beneath you to grope your tit and his other gripped your head. He jerked into you sharply and you cried out, his next thrust sporadic but just as deep.

He spilled into you and your cunt milked him eagerly. You went limp as you spasmed and let the waves swell and crash around you. When he stilled, he stayed inside of you and ran his hands up and down your back.

Once you caught your breath, he began to move again. You were sore and battered. Even if he fucked you every night, it was always too much, and the ache never really left. You moaned and he spread his body over yours, cocooning you in his warmth as he kept his hips rocking.

“Good girl,” he gritted, “good girl,” he pet your head as he kissed your cheek and kept fucking you, “so good for me, honey pie.”

The same day over and over. The same words every night. Again and again and again and again.

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missallsundaes · 3 years

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Sanji x Male Reader — Amateur Chef

2111 Words • CW dealing with repressed bisexuality

When Luffy heard your self proclaimed cooking skills in the town market to a friend, he immediately invited you on to the ship, even without trying your food. A bigger crew needs more cooks, was his reasoning for Sanji. Sanji wasn't exactly happy about the new addition to his kitchen, possessive about his things and how the kitchen was maintained. And he was sure that you wouldn't take the same care as he did. At least you had your own set of knives, he thought with a sigh.

The first night cooking together proved to be...a challenge. He was paying you no mind, working in his own entrees for the crew, but the haphazard slap of the kitchen knife against the chopping board, well he could only stand it for so long before his temper got the better of him.

“What the fuck are you doing over there, amateur?” He seethed, turning to face you.

You sheepishly set down your knife on the counter, stepping back to show Sanji the vegetables you were cutting. His heart skipped a beat, seeing your rough cut shapes and uneven chops.

“What are you doing to that poor food!” Worded like a question, but spat at you like an insult. He approached you cutting board, staring down at the mangled shapes of potato, carrot and celery, hand frustratingly pulling through his hair.

“Well I'm just making soup..” You started, you were a bit offended but the chef in front of you was too intimating to talk back to. You'd heard enough stories about Black Leg Sanji to know when to keep your mouth shut.

“So you decided to torture your poor ingredients?” He reached for his own knife, wiping it clean with a cloth before trying to salvage the vegetables. You watched in awe as he saved first the potatoes, then the celery. He looked at you before touching the chunks of carrot on the board.

“You taking notes, amateur?” He said. His voice was softer now though his tone was still harsh. He raised the visible eyebrow, “Come over here and learn how it's done.”

He waved you over to stand in front of him, placing his hand over yours on your knife, he guided your left hand into place, showing you the gentle fist to protect your fingers without losing grip on the vegetables. He started slow, chopping motions in cool even bursts, slicing the chunks of carrot into perfectly measured cubes. You tried to pay attention but the beating of your heart in your throat, his warm hand over yours, and his firm chest placed against your back was all that your mind could focus on.

When the carrot was taken care of he let go of your hand, leaving you feeling you were missing something. You watched him cross the kitchen again, standing again in front of his own prep, you watched him skillfully pull the bones from a huge fish in one movement, running his hand over it to make sure it was all removed, looking for even the smallest of bones.

You hadn't heard about how gentle he was. How careful in the kitchen with perfect mannerisms. He looked at you, and you realized how obviously caught up in watching him you were, jumping to peel the garlic in front of you for your soup. He laughed, turning back to his prep, beginning to make a marinade with fresh lemons and cracked pepper for the fish.

“You're not a chef are you?” He said, looking at you briefly as he squeezed the lemons of their juice.

“No not at all,” you said sheepishly, ”I know a few recipes but when a wanted pirate grabs you and tells you you're going to be a chef on his crew you listen, you know? It's not like I was in a position to refuse..”

He sighed, knowing exactly how enthusiastic Luffy could be when he set his mind on something. “Don't worry, you can be my sous chef. I'll teach you what you need to know. We'll start with more knife practice for breakfast tomorrow, I hope you're okay getting up early.”

You thought briefly of how much you were not a morning person, though this was not the time to mention that. You nodded, “Thanks for helping me. You're a kind man.”

Sanji's face flushed at the genuine compliment, turning around quickly as if there was a pressing matter in the fridge to attend to. “N-nonsense it's just the right thing to do.” He stammered, head buried in the fridge, looking desperately for an ingredient to pull out that would make sense.

///

He kicked your hammock in the men's cabin, foot still perched on your side as you swayed back and forth, trying to regain your senses, shaken from a dream about your new crewmates, the one in front of you in particular.

“I thought you could be up early,” he laughed.

The room was still full of the snoring of the other men, the only light from the lantern in Sanji’s hand, casting golden light across him. He was already dressed in his slacks and dress shirt, looking primed for the day. You were sure that you looked the absolute opposite, feeling the drool caked to your cheek and knowing your hair was probably a wreck.

“Uh, about that,” you chuckled, climbing out of the hammock and hopping to the floor of the cabin. “I may not be as much of a morning person as I said.”

“I figured as much when you didn't wake up the first few times I kicked you.” He said, “Though I bothered you enough for you to say my name in your sleep.”

You turned from him, hiding your face by searching for a clean set of clothes, forcing an awkward laugh, “Oh yeah I must have subconsciously known you were trying to wake me.”

“Well hurry up, these idiots won't be asleep forever, and you do not want to see Luffy without his breakfast.” He left the room for you to get dressed, and you trudged to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When you met him in the kitchen, he had a multitude of fruits set up at your station. You could smell bacon in the oven already, and he was whipping a large bowl of eggs for what you could only imagine was the biggest omelette of all time.

“Took you long enough.” He said, though he had a smirk on his face, his harsh attitude from yesterday softened.

“Am I chopping these?” You said, lifting your knife to slice the strawberries laid out on the board.

“Ah ah wait. Hold on I'm almost done.” He said, setting down the bowl of whipped eggs on the counter. He approached you, watching over your shoulder. “Do you remember the lesson from yesterday?”

You nodded, ”I think so.” you put your hand in the position he showed you, holding the knife how it felt under his guiding hand, breathed in and started slicing the strawberries.

The difference in your cuts from yesterday to this morning was leagues away. He adjusted your elbow, his firm gentle touch making your heart flutter, and just the adjustment of your arm made your slices neater. “Breathe,” he said, his own breath hot in your ear and making you catch your breath instead. You struggled to retain your breathing, but your cuts were messier now. He took your hand again, your heart beating through your chest. “You're making this so much harder than it is, watch. Breath with me.”

You times your breathing to match his, his firm chest pressed into you, his hand over yours. You felt your chests rise in succession together, making you feel as one. His hand held yours in place, but you were doing the work.

“Exactly like that,” he praised, you felt like you could melt right then and there. “You're doing great.”

He let go of you, stepping back to the stove top to heat a huge skillet for his omelette. “You've got it from here I presume.” You watched him for a moment, testing the temperature of the pan before adding his eggs and watching them diligently. “Most of breakfast is ready, so just get the fruit cut and plated and then we can wake up the crew.”

You nodded, “Thanks again, Sanji.” You said, continuing to chop the fruit in front of you, plating it up on the large platter he had set out.

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The next few weekswent the same, Sanji waking you in the morning. Him teaching you new techniques to use in the kitchen. Making three meals a day together, not including if someone wanted a snack, getting closer and closer until you couldn't bear it. Your feelings for the man were definitely growing, you had a sneaking suspicion that he had similar feelings for you, but the constant doting of the girls on the crew made you doubt yourself, fearing that he wasn't into men the way you were.

You had already made fresh baked bread together that morning, as you watched his hands knead the dough tauntingly slow, his strong hands rolling it out and beating it down, his sleeves rolled up you could see the flexing of every muscle in his forearms.

You were cracking about two dozen eggs into a large skillet to fry, trying not to think about how close he was to you, chopping chives to put on top of your fried eggs.

“Sanji,” you said, rinsing your hands of the raw eggs in the sink.

He didn't look up from his work, now slicing pieces of smoked salmon, “Eh?” He said.

“I think I might have a problem,” you said, trying desperately not to look at the blond sharing the kitchen with you. He set down his knife, immediately checking your eggs over, the stove temperature, any kitchen error he could think of before looking you incredulously in the face. “It's not my food.” He looked more relieved than you expected and you laughed.

“What is it then?” He said, curly brow peaked with curiosity.

“I think I fell for one of my crewmates since I've been on the ship.” You flipped your eggs carefully, trying not to break your yolks.

“Oh? Nami? Robin?” He said, going back to work at his salmon. He wasn't jealous, per say, it's not like he really expect to feel this way about you. Plus the girls were gorgeous in every way, how could a red blooded man not fall for them. He still didn't know how to accept his feelings for you, forcing down any hint of bisexuality that he ever felt, blocking out those feelings, usually with anger.

“Uh no,” you said, turning off the heat on the stove and letting the residual heat finish your eggs as you seasoned them with salt and pepper. Beginning to set up the crews plates with thick slices of your fresh bread, two eggs each (four for Luffy and Zoro), sprinkling the chives on top, and passing the plates to Sanji to top with smoked salmon and hollandaise sauce.

After a moment of silence so thick you could slice it with the kitchen knife next to you, you continued, “Sanji, it's you.”

He almost dropped the plate he was holding, and you both moved quickly in reaction, hands one on top of the other under the plate. “What,” he said, worded like a question but tone flat in disbelief.

“Just, spending all this time with you has meant so much to me,” you withdrew your hand, looking away from him to hide the tinge of crimson on your cheeks. “Having you close to me, your guiding hands. Your strength. I can't help it.” He was still frozen in place, thoughts racing. “Just don't worry. Never mind, forget I said anything!” You said, plating the last of your half of the plates.

“Wait,” he said, as you were leaving the galley to wake the crew, “I think I fell for you too.” You stopped in the doorway, turning back to face him, but his back was to you. “I grew up not allowed to be who I wanted and even though I can now it's still hard to accept who I am. But I want to learn and be better. I want to be with you.”

“Do you mean that?” You said, letting the door swing back closed.

“Yeah,” he laughed, he turned to you smiling with tears in the corners of his eye. “Yeah I definitely mean it.” He wiped his eye, “Come on then, let's go wake up the ravenous beasts.”

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