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starwrighter · 8 months

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Dude, get a restraining order

(Prompt) (Ao3 link)

(The results from the poll have arrived!! You have chosen unintentional Yandere Damian! )

Danny had a feeling the next several months were going to suck. Out of everyone in his school, he'd been the one picked for the whole "Transfer student," nonsense. With his reputation, you'd think he'd be the last person you'd want to show off out of state.

Regardless, Danny was chosen, and now he was on a plane headed to New Jersey Gotham. "The City of Crime" sounds like a blast and a half. All the rouges and criminals that wouldn't be his problem to deal with. It seemed like heaven in theory, but Danny knew with his luck he'd be getting mugged left, right, and center.

Pressing his face against the window, Danny allowed his mind to wander. To the portal, the friends who wouldn't be here to support him, to the ghosts who didn't want to kill him. Dani and Val were going to pick up the slack back home but that wouldn't help with the rumors no doubt going around about Phantom's disappearance. He could only hope he still had a secret identity when he got home.

Maybe if he did crime against the local vigilantes he'd get sent home early...

No, the rouges and local criminals did that on a daily basis they wouldn't crack from a little trolling. Or maybe they would? Then again, Red Hood used guns and the current Robin ran around with a real ass god-damn sword so trolling was a bad idea.

In all honesty, Robin was intimidating even with the little information he had about him. All he had were blurry, articles from various news outlets and attempted interviews with some ridiculously persistent reporter. Robin sounded more cryptic than he was! The entire concept of a teenager his age manifesting out of the shadows and chasing him with a katana would forever be his biggest concern during his stay in Gotham.

When the plane touched down Danny was left in a busy airport terminal. Vague instructions from his teachers and chatter from the employees trying to get him out onto the street as soon as possible were all he had to go off right now. Also, a brochure that he was 90% sure was all bullshit.

Gotham's air felt closer to smoke than it was anything breathable. Burning his nostrils, a scent of gas and cigarette smoke pretty much engulfed the city. It was so bad the second he took a breath, his core jolted, snapping into gear, not allowing anything to enter his lungs before it filtered. He'd never been so glad about dying until now, and never had he ever been as impressed in a population as he was now.

Danny had only been here for ten minutes or so but he'd already come to the conclusion that Gothamites were as metal as amity parkers. Wandering through the city, Danny tried to keep his face neutral. Not a smile or the slightest tell that he wasn't from here. He'd rather not get mugged before he reached his apartment. Though, maybe a fatal injury would get him sent home early.

Looking down at the map on his phone, Danny drew closer to the apartment building he'd been assigned to stay at. Supposedly, it was closer to the rich kid school he'd be temporarily attending. Why they decided it was okay for a teenager to live by himself in Gotham was a complete and total mystery. He could only hope he wouldn't die a second time during his stay.

Getting the key from the front desk was a much easier process than he'd thought It'd be. But it could never be quick enough. His suitcases were heavy!! And he was so very very tired. When he got into his apartment he tossed his suitcases onto the floor, inspecting the place he'd be staying for the next few months. It pretty good setup, a bathroom with a combined bath and shower, a tiny kitchen for cooking, and a small bedroom with a twin XL mattress. Grey sheets that Danny didn't quite trust were clean. Danny barely had the time to settle in before he was pelted with schedules, school rules, and uniform requirements.

His uniform as supplied by the school was a navy blue blazer with the school label embroidered on the pocket. A tie striped black and blue tucked into a stuffy-looking dress shirt. Overall it felt more like he was dressing up for one of Vlad's stupid Gala's than it did school.

He wasn't given any time to unpack, not a second to relax or get used to his surroundings. Nope! He was expected to pack up his school supplies and head to school right away! Seriously, not a minute before the front office was asking where he was, as if offended he didn't teleport to school the moment he touched down.

The school itself was intimidating. Twice the size of Casper High, it looked like a private school. It also looked like a school where he'd face severe bullying. Just from looking at the entrance, he could tell this building had proper equipment down to the most obscure of clubs. Kids rushed past him some looking panicked as a school bell rang while others just seemed annoyed.

He strolled leisurely through the school hall on the way to the office. There was no rush, he didn't even want to be here. What were they going to do? Send him home? Oh no, what a tragedy! Snickering under his breath, Danny scrolled through the avalanche of texts Vlad was sending him. All of them pertaining the same message of "Get your ass to school you're making me look bad!" It almost convinced him to skip but the pissed-off edge to the office lady's voice in their last phone call was enough to goad him into creeping into the office.

A face of thinly veiled annoyance rested on the desk lady's face. He could barely get a word out before a school map and schedule were shoved into his hands. A bare-bones explanation of the school rules was given along with his school ID before he was all but shouted at to get to class.

You'd think there'd be an adjusting period where they'd walk him through everything and let him get settled in at his own pace, but nope! This is Gotham! Apparently, that's not how they roll with transfer students. It's like they wanted him back in amity as much as he did.

He wasn't sure if he liked that or not...

(I don't know who want's to be tagged for this one)

#I know very little about dc #I'm playing with the character like they're barbies #For it gives my adhd ravaged brain dopamine #dp x dc #dpxdc #I might just have to read some Dc x mlb #Because they do the same school thing with Damian a lot #dcxdp #I'm not beta reading this #deadserious #deadseriousship

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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"i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me." + rin for the ask game !!! ily aali ❤️

☆༉ — RIN ITOSHI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

extension. fleshlight/sub!rin itoshi, gn!reader + nsfw/mdni 18+.

things to note. sorry this took so long, i got very distracted and psychoanalysed rin for smut… again lol !! enjoy !!

rin has always been bad at communicating.

one could say that his stagnant ability to get his needs across is down to the rocky relationship the pro player has with his eldest and only brother. he finds it difficult to speak his mind and match words to emotions — whenever he tries it’s like someone has stuffed cotton down his throat acting as a blockage that physically prevents him doing the one thing he needs to make the human connections he’s craving.

except with you. you make things easy. you provide rin with the space to feel his way through experiences without chastising him where he goes wrong or turning your back on him like sae once did. the younger itoshi has learned a lot from you that makes him, in his own way, want to try — want to please you by trying and talking through his thoughts and feelings.

just like you’re doing right now.

“how does it feel for you, baby?” you say with pride, a smile full of both pity and adoration splays across your face — your expression fond. it’s always a surprise to rin, how easily fondness and tenderness come to you when you put him in a position to sin.

the way you’d gotten rin into this very same and compromising position, his legs spread wide and back pressed against your plush bed, had been too quick for him to comprehend. you’re a picture perfect vision between his milky but toned thighs, the sight of you there makes his cock pulse to life — his pink tip shiny with a layer of precum that dribbles pathetically against his skin.

he wonders how it’s so easy for you to get him like this, lazily pumping his aching shaft through the squishy sillicon flesh light. when you’d first brought it home, the younger itoshi brother was completely against the idea of using it, but to this day he often finds himself forcing himself to push through his shyness and ask you to use it on him. of course, no amount of lube and ribbed rubber could replace how you feel, but it doesn’t mean rin doesn’t enjoy the way you torture him with the toy.

you press white hot kisses to rin’s pelvis, dragging your tongue along his body in the shape of your name as if to ink your claim on him and push apart the apex of his thighs to spread the soccer player further. the action has an embarrassing amount of heat flashing through rin, frying his nerve endings and burning away his resolve until he growls down at you impatiently.

a look of disappointment flashes across your face but disappears just as quickly as it came. his chest tightens. “use your words, baby.” you coach rin through the frustration that lingers in a thick fog across his brain. his bulbous and blistering cockhead peaks through the clear toy and you spit down onto it, using your thumb to rub the frothy mix through his slit with hungry eyes.

“fuck,” rin breathes shallowly, cursing from above you. he feels like he’s on fire, melting from the inside out and even you swear that you see red swirling in his aquamarine eyes. his chest rises and falls rapidly, moving so fast that he thinks his heart might burst and you’ve barely touched him.

leaning down, your lips graze over his tip this time, their plumpness mapping out its sensitive layer of skin. on instinct, rin’s hips buck forward to push his gooey cock against the seam of your lips, coating them a layer of his salty-sweet arousal. “breathe baby,” you remind him in a whisper as rin flinches at the contact. you give the base of the flashlight a squeeze and another gentle grin illuminates over your face, rin fighting back a high pitched and dreamy moan just as his head hits the pillow with a dull thud. “deep breath and try again for me, i know you can do it.”

the soccer player does as you ask, inhaling deeply and filling his lungs with fresh air despite simultaneously fighting back tears. “feels,” he manages through the thick ardour clinging to the ridges of his throat, swallowing down the lump there. rin runs his fingers through the sweaty locks matting to his forehead and tries to gather his thoughts over the sound of his slick dick being jerked to high heavens in your warm hand. “good, really good. hah, i-i’m—“

testing the waters, you kitten lick at rin’s tip every time he languidly fucks it through his special toy. eventually, you take him into the wet cavern of your mouth, allowing his precum to pour against your tongue like an erotic flash flood. “good boy, rin. thank you for telling me,” you say, pulling off of him to catch your breath. “you know i love it when you tell me how you feel.”

he replies with somewhat of a desperate gargle, throwing an arm over his face as it flushes pink at the praise. “i love you.” he bleats.

“i know, baby. i love you too,” your hand speeds up, mostly coated in heavy and clear strings of rin’s precum and the lube from his flesh light. he looks so fucking pretty like this, shiny with sweat as hot salty liquid slips down the apples of his cheeks. “you always try your hardest for me rin. makes me so proud. makes me wanna look after you. i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me.”

taking note of how rin grits his teeth, you fist what you can’t fit, between your fingers, and take a mouthful of him him once more — letting him fuck the soft epithelium on the inside of your cheeks. rin chokes on his wails and whines, feeling a familiar pressure build up in his core the more you sloppily make out with his cock and jerk him off with the soiled flesh light.

“i-i can’t,” he stutters, barely holding himself together through his sniffling. “i can’t…”

after crawling over rin’s shaky frame, you pry his hands away from his face — cooing down at his puffy eyes and mussed up hair, not daring to let up on pumping his creamy cock through the flesh light. “yes you can,” you goad attentively, finding his lips — using your teeth to tug his bottom lip away from him before capturing him in a messy, mouth watering kiss. rin whimpers at the taste of himself on you, bitter and slightly sweet, angling his head up to kiss you better. “you can do it baby, i’ve got you.” you purr hotly.

he laps into your mouth, rolling his tongue over yours in the most eager way you’ve ever seen him, working with you to swallow your pleased moans while you take on his pathetic laments. “‘m gonna…” rin slurs over the saliva that weighs down his tongue and ties to the roof of his open mouth as you palm him harder, faster — the crude mix of his precum, your spit and lube from the flesh light slinging around your knuckles. “f-fuck… gonna cum. ‘m gonna cum!”

“that’s right, baby, let go for me. cum for me, rin.” you command with a delicate air, your voice low and loving. that’s all it takes for the walls that rin has built up to come tumbling down, reaching his high. he cums hard and with a whiny shout that you coach him through, painting your hand with viscous hot layers of white that spurts from his ravaged, bright red cockhead. “oh wow, you came so much, baby. s’this all for me?”

“now you’re pushing it.” finally coming down from his orgasm, rin finds himself too weak to push you away despite his embarrassment — allowing you to pamper and fawn over him like you always do. he doesn’t hate it, nor will he admit how adored you make him feel. “thank you.” he mumbles quietly, warmly.

blinking up to meet his tropical ocean eyes, you cock your head to the side — effectively distracted from cleaning rin up. “for what, honey?”

“taking care of me,” rin states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. his cheeks burn red. “or whatever.”

“don’t be silly,” you say, “i’ll always take care of you. my baby.”

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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part one

“Guys,” a soft voice interrupted, and Keith could’ve collapsed with relief. The castle has been flipped sideways during the fall, floor suddenly now 90 degrees, and standing at the side of the control board, now the very high top, was Lance. For whatever reason he had climbed it while they bickered, and now stood very still, gloved hand pressed to the glass of the windshield. Blood trickled from his temple, tracing a line down the side of his face, disappearing in the neckline of his armour. “We got company.”

Shifting gears – Keith was about to tear him a new one, when Shiro says sound off you sound off – but froze when he looked out the window, following Lance’s gaze.

Marching towards them, in numbers Keith couldn’t pretend to count, was an army.

— — —

“Well,” said Hunk, holding Allura in both arms, “that looks bad.”

Shiro snorted. “Thank you, Hunk.”

“Anytime.”

Keith wanted to snap at them both. What time was it to laugh? They were injured, mostly defenseless, castle crashed. The Lions still sat, unusable, in their hangers. Hopefully they were okay, but it wasn’t like anyone could go check. Keith could barely even feel Red’s presence in the back of his mind – that stupid new Empire toy had drained them. It was frightening. And Hunk and Shiro were making jokes?

But Keith couldn’t find the words to chew them out. Instead, his voice was caught in his throat as he looked on the slowly advancing army with wide eyes and tense shoulders.

The advancing army was…trees.

That’s what it looked like, anyways. Rows and rows of rough bark and quietly swaying leaves, advancing in formation. A large black bird flew, cawing, above them. Keith tried not to think about omens.

“Did a forest come to life?” Pidge muttered, squinting. Keith was relieved she was seeing the same thing. Keith has been in space a long time, at this point, but this was like nothing he had ever seen before. This didn’t look like a people in any way he understood. They were alive, surely, their movements organic in fluid in a way non-living things couldn’t quite manage, but his eyes were not deceiving him, and in front of him was a bunch of moving trees. As he watched, they advanced slightly further, stopped, and froze.

And then, slowly, they morphed.

Out of the bark, people seemed to…melt? Was that the right word? The trees planted themselves on the beach as if they’d always been there, as if the giant ocean was simply a lake beside a forest, and the bark of each plant seemed to shimmer, to shift. Humanoid figures took form, with skin like wood and hair like moss and leaves, eyes dark and old and knowing. Little saplings hid behind the sweeping dirt skirts of giant, older trees, giggling amongst themselves. Tiny droplets of water shined in dots on dozens of brown faces, glittering on brows and lips and noses like diamond piercings. Vines wreathed around torsos like tailored clothing.

Above them, Lance gasped. It was a quick, near-silent sound, one Keith only noticed because he was watching Lance from his peripherals anyway.

“Dryads,” he whispered, unmistakably excited, and before anyone could get so much as a word in he scrambled down the control board, careened down the bridge, and sprinted his way out the exit.

“No, what are you – Lance!” Hunk shouted, the first to react. He handed a still-unconscious Allura off to Coran, who took her with a wide-eyed, confused expression.

“Number Two, what is –”

“I am going to burn your Percy Jackson books,” Hunk seethed, already stomping out after Lance. He scooped up his blue helmet on his way and shook it at the door. “You hear me, Leandro? Burn them! Head outta the clouds, that’s an army!”

Keith was quick to follow. The rest of the team fell in step behind him, jogging after Lance.

Outside was…well, it startled him.

He’d seen it on the way down, of course. But he hadn’t been focused, really, hadn’t taken the time to map it past what the air currents felt like, past a safe (ish) place to land. The beauty of it now knocked the breath out of him. The ocean was almost crystalline, it was so clear and blue. Keith could smell it even through his helmet, the salt, the sea, and something Keith couldn’t recognise. Every rock on the seashore shone in the bright golden sun, glittering like encrusted jewellery. Down the beach, where the rocks gave way to beach, the sand was bright brilliant white; hard, actually, to look at. On Keith’s other side was a rolling, sage green meadow, peppered with wildflowers so familiar Keith almost felt he could name them. He saw dozens of fruit trees, all different kinds, so ripe and rich his mouth watered. He was nowhere near enough to smell them, but the fruits were so plump and colourful that every instinct curled up in every corner in his head begged him to gorge himself to coma. Even the army in front of him, the rows and rows of stern tree warriors – dryads, Lance had called them – couldn’t stir wariness in Keith’s heart. His shoulders relaxed without his say-so.

One of the warriors stepped forth. She was wide-set, tall, and the ground trembled with every step. Her eyes were dark as murky green pond depths. Deep gauges lined her face, most from the pattern of the bark that made up her skin, but many that disrupted the pattern; rough, torn scars, one right through her right eye.

“State your business,” she said, voice rough as sandpaper.

No one said anything. The awe Keith felt was reflected in his friends, wonder rendering them mute.

“You’re dryads,” said Lance softly. He stepped forward, Hunk’s hand falling from his shoulder. “Tree spirits.”

The tree-woman nodded. “If that’s what your people call us, child. Here, we’re Aegians, Last Guardians of Marmaro. And we ask again – name yourselves.”

Her army raised their weapons as she spoke. Sharp, pointed weapons, some of hardened stone, some of crystal and marble, some of the same wood that made up their flesh. One even had shards of metal attached to a complicated string of vine.

“We are Paladins of Voltron,” Shiro said, finally, hands held up in peace. He moved slowly up from next to Pidge, eyes never leaving the Aegian leader, until he finally stood in front of her, arm loosely circling Lance’s elbow, tugging him gently back. “We come in peace. Our ship was attacked by the Galran Empire, and we barely made it out intact. We apologise for any damage.”

“I’m not sure ‘intact’ is the right word,” murmured the Aegian leader, glancing quickly at their smoking ship, “but regardless. You are here now. I am Dryope, and I grant you asylum, as is my birthright.” She said the name like dry-oh-pay, but with a lilt to her vowels Keith couldn’t replicate even in his own head.

Dryope stood to her full height – which, ho-lee – and struck her staff twice on the rock on which she stood. Immediately, the army fell back, weapons sheathed, postures loosened.

“Aegians!” she called, and every single tree-warrior stood to attention. “The Paladins of Voltron have come to us. We shall extend our hospitality to them, as dictated in the Ancient Laws.” She turned to them for a moment, contemplating. “Seven households come forward. Our guests are to be fed, clothed, and cared for. Who shall claim the honour?”

Keith exchanged a look with Hunk, shifting uncomfortably. Seven households? They were in no position to complain, but on all the planets they’ve visited before, they’ve never been housed separately. To speak up would surely insult their hosts – but was it safe to split up? They were injured and exhausted – if their hosts proved malevolent, they would be almost powerless individually. Allura was still out, Lance for sure had a head injury, Keith was, now that he noticed, breathing laboriously. A quick glance beside him revealed an odd angle to Pidge’s wrist, probably sprained, and Hunk shifted every couple of seconds like he could not stand comfortably. Shiro favoured his left leg. Only Coran stood tall and strong, Allura held protectively in his arms – but Keith knew better. (He will never, as long as he lives, forget the way the man collapsed, ashen and unresponsive, right at his spot at the castle’s controls. The rest of them had just been deemed healthy enough to fight again after falling ill to Deadman’s Spots, fevered and covered in sores and wasting away. Only Coran had been spared – or so they thought. They had almost lost him.) Coran could have a shard of bone sticking out of his leg and none of them would know.

They could not afford to refuse the help.

The gathered army rippled and shifted as people answered Dryope’s call. One by one more Aegians pushed their way to the front, until seven stood just behind their leader, shoulder to shoulder, chins raised proudly.

“We have space for the injured girl,” spoke the first Aegian. She stepped forward, and she didn’t look like a warrior at all – the smile on her face was soft and welcoming. She was much stouter than Dryope, and and her eyes held the same maternal kindness that Shiro’s often did, deep and black and understanding. The lined pattern that made up her bark was softer, lining her face like smile lines. Thousands of branches twisted and grew out of her waist, resembling the tangled roots of the biggest tree in the forest. Clinging to her branch-skirt were at least four little saplings, young and reedy, peeking their wide eyes out behind their mama’s hips. She smiled wider, hands outstretched, and Keith had to stop himself from walking into them himself.

“Yes,” said Dryope, nodding at her. Her face went oddly soft, smiling at the maternal woman. When she turned back to face the team, her face morphed back into its impassive expression. “Paladins, Rhea and her family will house your injured girl. She will be well cared for – Rhea has nursed and watched many in her time.”

“Come,” beckoned Rhea, almost interrupting Dryope. The leader didn’t seem to mind. “Bring her to me, she must be laid comfortably.”

Coran walked forward, handing Allura to her gently. It spoke volumes to her character that Coran approached her at all, let alone that he pressed a quiet kiss to his charge’s forehead and stepped away.

“She is only tired,” he said softly. “Not injured. She needs rest, and perhaps food.”

“I will see to it. Come, children.” With a sweep of her skirts echoing like a bamboo broom, she walked back through the ranks, saplings clinging to her back like baby monkeys.

Next, an elderly man stepped forward. He was hunched, gnarled fingers curled around the haft of a sharp wooden trident that resembled Dryope’s staff. Despite his limp, he walked with dignity, and when he lifted his chin to face Coran, his eyes were bright.

“Have you space, Father?” murmured Dryope.

He nodded. “Always.”

Using his trident as a walking stick, he strode toward Coran, standing beside him. Coran, ever the diplomat, smiled slightly, and began speaking with him too quietly for Keith to hear. Both men, he noticed, seemed to stand the same way, although he couldn’t explain what that meant. It was just – vibes, he supposed. An energy.

“By the Sky, Mother, how long is this going to take?”

Startled by the abrupt change in tone, Keith jumped, turning towards the man who spoke. He was taller than anyone on the team, although shorter than most of the other Aegians, and covered himself with leaves that looked deliberately sewn rather than grown. His smile was wide and white and what Keith could only describe as shark-like.

But what was most striking was his skin. The dark lines of patterns that covered it had Keith thinking he was as Aegian as the rest of them, made of tree bark, but then he blinked and realised – they were merely marks, or tattoos. Unlike the rest of the Aegians, this man had skin, this man was –

Lance gasped. “You’re — human!”

“Half,” the man corrected, chuckling. He swept forward and delicately grabbed Lance’s hand in one of his, pressing a kiss just above his wrist. Lance blushed up to his hairline. “My name is Peitho. I was born here, on Aegis. My father was a lost human explorer. I have never been to earth. But human genes…” He looked Lance up and down, grinning charmingly. “I’ve always felt they’re very dominant.”

Lance, obviously pleased with the attention, warmed up quick. He walked over, reaching up to brush the hair out of Peitho’s eyes, touch lingering. Like they were friends or something. Keith ground his teeth so hard you could hear it from the ship’s smoking engine room.

“I thought…I‘ve never seen a human in space. I thought we were alone, up here.”

Peitho laughed, full-bodied and bright, like the sound of a smoothly rumbling engine. His handsome face creased lightly as he laughed, emphasizing newly-formed smile lines, which only made him more beautiful, not less. Lance smiled widely along with him. “Oh, my dear,” he said, turning that charming grin full blast on Lance, “you are never alone.”

Keith thought his jaw might crack. What a sleazeball. No wonder Lance liked him so much.

“The introductions need not drag on,” Peitho said grandly, sweeping his arm out like he was in charge or something. His other arm was around Lance’s shoulders. “Akeso, Dysnomia, Elatreus, meet with your paladins. They are hungry, and likely tired from travel. The sooner we have them rested, the sooner they can partake in our welcoming festivities. Right, Mother?”

Dryope nodded, looking a mix of annoyed and amused. “Yes, you embodiment of impertinence.”

As ordered by the embodiment of impertinence, three Aegians stepped forward. The first – who must be Akeso, a tall, reedy person with willowy locs falling to their shoulders, who held no weapon – approached Shiro, nodding tersely. Keith felt his brother match the terseness, stiffening.

(Internally, Keith winced – could his brother not get someone who smiled, maybe? Akeso was probably fine, but, yeesh. There was once a time when Shiro laughed more than anyone else Keith knew. Sometimes maniacally, on two hours of sleep. But he heard it so rarely now.)

The second Aegian, Dysnomia, approached Pidge. Like the Green Paladin, she was short as shit. Keith met his friends eyes and snickered at her. The murderous look he got would make him more nervous if he, as Lance so often liked to gripe, had a bone of impulse control in his body. (Rich coming from him, but. Whatever. It wasn’t like Keith could argue.) The third, Elatreus, was absolutely, one hundred percent, the coolest Aegian Keith had seen so far. Holding an intricately crafted crossbow and with a shoulder width approximately the size of a small mountain, he lumbered over to Hunk. He held out his fist. Hunk wasted no time bumping with his own. Keith would be jealous if Hunk didn’t deserve it so bad.

“Oh,” said Peitho, after a moment. “Of course, there is one more. Ares!” He gestured with half as much enthusiasm at Keith. “Your guest.”

Keith stilled. From behind Dryope, the last Aegian host stepped forward. His pale, papery bark was gnarled and scared, bulky, and – stained, it looked like, all the way up the arms. His face was more impassive that Dryope’s, expressionless, except for the slightest of sneers. Resting on one shoulder was a massive club, three times the size of Keith’s head at its tip. Like his host’s arms, it was stained.

Keith forced himself to meet his stare. His host had eyes red as pomegranates – well. Eye. The right side of his face, like the rest of the Aegians, was humanoid. The left side looked like it had – looked like someone had clawed out his eye, leaving a gaping, half-healed knot of a scar.

Ares.

Keith wasn’t familiar with a lot of myths. But he knew what namesake his Aegian host bore – Ares, god of war, god of pain, god of hardened warriors and battlefield and bloodshed.

Fitting, hissed a voice in his mind. Keith curled his fists and ignored it.

“Paladin,” nodded Ares, taking his place next to him.

Keith swallowed. “Ares.”

“That, I believe, is everyone,” said Dryope. “Paladins, please follow your hosts. They will bring you to their homes and ensure you have somewhere to rest. At sundown, we shall reconvene at the hearth, eat, and make merry. Please –” she spread her hands, “enjoy our island. I will see you all shortly.”

She cracked her staff once on the ground. Immediately, her army parted for her, following her in formation once she marched through. Many of them returned to their tree form. It was still strange to watch.

Keith jumped as a hand reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Shiro smiled slightly at him, squeezing again before letting go.

“See you soon, kiddo.”

He followed his host, leaving Keith to realise he was the last still gathered in the shadow of their crashed castle. The eyeless Aegian stood next to him, hands resting on his club, watching him curiously.

Keith cleared his throat. “Um, we can go.”

The Aegian continued to stare. Keith shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to draw his bayard. That would certainly not help. Things were precarious enough.

“You do not trust us,” his host observed. His one remaining eye was unblinking, holding Keith’s stare until his own eyes burned and he had to blink.

“No,” Keith admitted. It wasn’t that he was scared of the Aegians, per se, but he was wary of them in the same way he was wary of the Blades of Marmora. He recognised their strength, their power, and knew from the way Dryope stood that she was keeping a lot of information to herself. Any group that kept secrets was impossible to trust, at least by Keith’s standards. He suddenly wished he had been paying attention enough to watch Pidge, Lance, and Hunk leave with their hosts, to make sure they were armed.

His host shrugged. “Wise, probably. I would have no trust in your position.”

He started to walk over the rocks, and Keith followed. It was no accident that the Aegian kept Keith on a diagonal to him, visible from his right side. Keith did his best to keep himself in his line of sight.

“You wouldn’t?”

“Do I look like I would?”

“I don’t know how to answer that diplomatically.”

To Keith’s great surprise, his host huffed a laugh. A slight smile upturned Keith’s own lips.

“Fair.”

They walked the rest of the way in silence. Off the beach and across the meadow, in a deep, round valley, there was a sprawling village. Small, large-bricked buildings dotted hills and lay nestled at the edge of small farms. Dead centre of the valley was a giant fire pit, gently lit, and surrounding it in a perfect circle were several larger buildings in the same style. Keith recognised many of the buildings as temples.

“This way,” Keith’s host said, beckoning him forward. He turned off the main path and walked along the edge of the hill. Keith teetered after him, trying desperately to keep his balance. He was reminded how hard it was to breathe with bruising around his ribcage, how tired he was. But he kept his mouth clenched tightly closed, unwilling to look weak.

They walked far past the centre circle, past outer circles, past even the farthest of farmhouses. In crossing one of them, the man stopped, Keith nearly walking right into him, and waited for several moments. He bent over as a tiny little boar came galloping to the edge of the fence on runty little legs, smiling as he scratched the thing between its tusks. Keith couldn’t help but notice the blood covering the sharp, portraying bones, as if the animal had just recently hunted.

“Hey, Kyknos. Good to see you.”

He pet the boar for a few more minutes, then wordlessly started walking again. Keith had to jog to keep up, tired from the hike so far.

“That, uh, your pet?”

“No.”

Keith waited. No more information came forth.

“Oo-kay, then.”

There was a Lance in his head that was laughing at him, bringing up every one-word answer of Keith’s that had frustrated the Blue Paladin to twitching eyes. Keith scowled.

Finally, the host stopped at a house. Keith felt he would nearly faint with relief, beyond ready to lay down his head, wariness or not.

“This your place?” Keith asked, panting.

His host raised his eyebrow, pushing open the door.

“No,” he deadpanned, “this is my annoying neighbour’s house. He’s on holidays. I’m staying here and using all his things to take revenge for hours of small talk.”

“Oh,” Keith replied, impressed. “Cool.” He’ll have to do that next time Lance is on a solo mission.

“No, I’m – I’m kidding, Paladin.”

“Oh,” Keith repeated, disappointed. “Less cool.”

“Just – get in the house.”

Keith didn’t argue. He followed his host into the small building, nodded as he was pointed to a guest room, and passed out the second his head hit the straw-stuffed pillow.

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part three

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willowrites · 2 months

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Hi! Could u do Sam and Colby x reader where they're otw to a haunted place but they all get horny before arriving so they end up stopping somewhere for a quicky in the car with the reader

QUICK STOP.

PAIRINGS. sam and colby x fem reader

SUMMARY. you had been on the way to help sam and colby with helping inspect your best friend's house when there’d been a problem … but are all problems bad?

WARNINGS. threesome, oral f!receiving, grinding? just smut!

AUTHORS NOTE. helloooo, sorry again! i have been lagging so bad but i hope this met your expectations :) feedback is appreciated!

“in a quarter of a mile, turn left.” you heard the automated voice inform colby.

you were sitting in the passenger seat while colby was driving and sam was in the back seat humming along to the tune of harry styles playing in the background.

the melody of medicine buzzing through the speakers of the car. the song had always made you feel some type of way. the striking sound of the guitar, the background taps and rhythm, and the lyrics.

“baby take my medicine, take my medicine rest it on your fingertips…” you sang. “and up to your mouth feeling it out, m’ feeling it now..”

the song was quite addictive. you and a bunch of other fans were sad that it wasn’t an actual released song.

“i had a few got drunk on you and now i’m wasted…” you tried your best to hit the note not doing half bad. “and when i sleep i’m gonna dream of how you…tasted…” you whispered.

you took a peek at colby and the way his attractive ring-clad hands were gripping the wheel and tapping them to the rhythm. while you were surveying him, you couldn’t help how all you wanted was to be bent over the car right now as he pounded and drilled into you in the dark.

you bit your lip looking away trying to mask your desperation but one person could see through that.

you had looked at the mirror inside the little sunshade thing only to make eye contact with sam. he gave you a smug smile as if to show you he knew what was going on through your head.

“what’s the matter, baby?” sam asked innocently. he leans forward from his seat in the back and his hand reaches and tucks your hair out from your shoulder so that he can caress your neck.

“nothing.” you quietly whispered as goosebumps erupted all over your body.

“you sure?” he was grinning ear to ear.

you didn’t see, but both colby and sam and made eye contact with each other syncing their thoughts as best friends usually would.

colby’s finger pressed the minus button on the wheel to lower the volume.

your leg was bouncing now anxious and needy. even their gaze had you dampening your underwear.

you were extremely turned on.

“y/n baby what happened?” colby purrs trailing his hand on your bouncing leg sending you physical chills.

“nothing, maybe i just need to take a quick walk.” you shrugged.

or a quick fuck?

shut the fuck up. you told yourself.

“okay, i’ll pull over.” colby agreed, choosing not the gas station that the map says is a mile away, but the dark forest. he pulls off the road and puts the car in park.

you were confused when colby unlocked the car and climbed out. the chilling air that flowed in through the door making you shiver.

you wrapped your arms around you trying to shield yourself from the sudden drop in temperature.

as you were about to bump up the heater your door clicked open. you turned your head to the right meeting colby’s eyes.

he had that look.

the look that always seemed to make your heart drop in the best way possible.

he knelt down; his head level with your waist. “you okay baby?” his hands made their way to your knees caressing them up and down.

“yeah…yeah i was just you know…it was getting hot.” you stiffly smiled.

“weren’t you just about to turn the heater on?” sam mentioned. your cheeks burning red.

“oh…yeah um i was just you know…” you tried to come up with an excuse but you had nothing.

“why’d you wanna take a walk?” colby’s voice was just above a whisper. his tone soft and teasing.

you could tell it wasn’t a question he expected you to answer.

“i needed fresh air,” you said out of breath. what was making you out of breath? you didn’t know.

“mmm.” his hands trailed more toward your sex. the area getting more aroused by the second. “you stressed? about the video?”

you shook your head. you loved doing paranormal videos. you loved talking to spirits and getting to know more about them.

“then what do you want?” his brows furrowed.

your breathing stopped abruptly as you felt sam’s voice right beside your ear. “go on.” his tone playful.

“stand up.” colby demanded, not so kind anymore. you stood up as fast as your body could go. he followed suit tucking your soft hair behind your ears.

you didn’t notice sam got in the car until he sat down where you were two seconds ago.

“you’re so pretty, baby.” colby said before you connected your lips together. confused; you still kissed back.

you wanted the touch and affection. it’s all you’ve been thinking about. them touching you.

everywhere.

“fuck.” you thought out loud.

“fuck what?” colby asked. or more like said.

“me.” you mustered out. you felt like all the oxygen was being stolen from your body. your legs are on the verge of going limp.

“gladly.” colby’s right hand made it to the back of your neck then to your hair slightly pulling your head back to take dominance; his left hand at your waist.

he walked forward causing you to stumble back on sam’s lap.

sam adjusted you, letting out a few grunts as you, fortunately, accidentally palmer his very visible boner.

“gonna make you feel so good, yeah?” you could hear the grin sam had plastered on his face.

“mhm.” you nodded eagerly wanting so bad attention on your heavily aroused cunt.

“let’s take these off?” colby questioned you kneeling down to your level once again.

you agreed helping him slide off your baggy jeans; underneath black lacy underwear. not too special but still something that had colby’s dick throbbing.

colby’s hand immediately went to the band of your underwear tugging at them. “these too? dying to see your perfect pussy.”

you did a weird shimmy move trying to focus on the fact that you need some sort of friction or else you were going to die.

as soon as your underwear came off, colby moved both your legs away from each other spreading them to go in between.

reflexively, you tried closing them protecting yourself from the piercing cold air but were stopped by colby’s ring-clad hands.

“so beautiful. look at you.” colby bit his lip softly. you felt sam’s hands getting closer to your sex.

“please.” you begged. you felt your arousal dripping on the ground hitting the soil of the dirt road.

“what a slut. spread legs. in the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere. making sam and i stop in the middle of the road because you need to get off.” sam’s fingers finally made their way to your clit, pressing gently. “don’t worry. we’ll give you what you want.”

sam’s fingers moved in a circular motion causing you to buck your hips for more.

“faster sam faster.” you whined desperately trying to get to the edge faster. “please.”

you needed release so bad. you were craving it.

“want my tongue?” colby asked earning a fast nod from you. your hands made their way to his soft hair tugging it towards your wet pussy.

colby wasted absolutely no time wrapping his lips over your sensitive clit.

as he did so, sam moved his fingers in your mouth having you lick up your own juices.

“taking colby’s mouth so good.” he praised you as you whined due to how fast-paced colby was stimulating your clit. you tried to hold back your moans. “open your mouth, baby. i want to hear you when you come.”

you got to the edge almost too fast that your brain felt fuzzy and you couldn’t comprehend how you got to that position.

the sounds colby was making against your bare sex were enough to run you toward your orgasm.

your thighs shook as they closed in on colby’s head but his arms pulled them apart more. you struggled against his strength moaning and groaning at the sensitivity of your clit.

“fucking hell. you’re so addicting.” colby moaned licking up your cum.

your head was leaned back on sam’s shoulder and sam took that as his opportunity to kiss the side of your neck marking you as his. colby saw what sam was doing and stopped sucking on your poor red and enflamed clit and started marking up your thighs.

your head fell to the side still recovering from the high.

“you okay?” sam whispered combing back your loose and fallen hairs from your face.

“mhm..” you hummed.

“there she is. my pretty girl.” colby said still on his knees. he pulled you by your hands close to him and connected your lips in a chaste kiss. “you did so well.”

both his hands ran down your hair connecting your lips one more time. “i’m going to need more later. way more.” he said hands now on your waist.

“me too. m’so fucking hard it hurts,” sam whined.

not only were you excited about the investigation, but you were excited about their investigation on you.

wink wink

part two …?

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rileyglas · 13 days

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The List ~Pt. 5 - Confrontation~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: While out for a walk, you run into everyone’s ‘favorite’ Overlord, resulting in a brutal altercation. Recognizing the danger you put yourself in, Alastor is all too willing to offer another deal.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery, sassiness, cursing, fluff, Valentino so yeah, mentions of blood and bodily harm, eventual smut (it will return), actual plot, slow burn, and of course 18+ MDNI

3.7k Words

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five (You're on it!) Part Six Part Seven

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

When you asked Alastor to prove himself to you, you half expected him to just continue ignoring you around the hotel. He seemed like the type to keep any personal interaction behind closed doors. Keeping some privacy isn’t a bad thing. Before the deal, he stuck to doing his job around the hotel, helping Charlie with whatever new idea or ask she had, and broadcasting his evening radio show. Every so often he might have a drink at the bar, making small talk with Husk and Nifty, otherwise he kept to himself in the shadows.

These last few weeks were slightly different. If he grabbed a coffee, he also poured one for you (always using one of his mugs). He made a point of being at every group activity, standing practically on top of you with a hand on the small of your back. He often offered to accompany you into town if you were going for a walk. “I just enjoy your company dear” he would reason. You’re far from complaining, however, the other residents were starting to notice.

“Alright what’s the deal?” Husk thumps your drink on the bar, his aggressive tone catching you off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“You and Al – what the fuck is going on there? I thought you had more common sense than associating yourself with his sorts.”

Fuckin ouch.

“I have plenty of sense Husker,” you hissed with irritation at what he was insinuating. Vaggie and Angel silently take their seats next to you, feeling the tension of the conversation. “– and if you must know we discovered we have more in common than we thought. You of all people should know keeping someone of his sorts on good terms is wise. Thank you for your concern though.” You throw back your drink, slamming the empty glass into the bar as you stand up.

Husk tries to smooth over your venom, “Listen kid, you’re still pretty new to Hell…I’m just –“

“Thank you again Husk! Talking with you is always a pleasure.” You cut him off, putting on your jacket and walking towards the hotel doors.

Footsteps trail behind you - followed by a hand on your shoulder, “Hey doll, don’t be too upset with him. We all just….we worry is all. Smiles is still Mr. Mystery pants. Charlie seems to be the only one not worried about his intentions.” Angel offers you a cautious grin. His smile always seems to brighten your mood.

You place your hand on top of his, “Thank you hun. I’m not mad and I understand everyone’s… apprehension…. But I need you guys to trust that I know what I’m doing. You all have enough to worry about around here.” R̵͚̀ŭ̴͓l̷̥̓ȩ̷͒ ̷̢́#̵̧͌3̶̫̈́ ̴̬̾N̶̬͊e̷͇͂v̵̞̚ę̴̿ŕ̵̖ ̵̟̈́ḅ̶͂r̷̤̔í̸͜n̴̳͌g̴̫͐ ̶̢͠a̸̳͝n̶͕̐y̴̓ͅo̸͎̐n̷̚͜ȩ̷̇ ̸̪̑ẗ̶͈́ő̴͜o̷̺̊ ̵̛̬c̴̘̀ľ̴̹o̶͇͗s̸̠̾e̴͇͝

Needing some time to yourself, you decide to take a stroll through Pentagram City. The streets could be dangerous when traveling alone, but Carmilla was kind enough to let you leave with some…equipment. Like a nervous tick, you palm the carmine knife sheathed on your waist. You always hope there isn’t a need to use it but can never be too careful.

Heaven’s embassy clock ticked down, showing less than 100 days until the next extermination. You sigh at the thought, taking notes as you walk. Every year you mapped out places you would be needed most, where you could hide sinners, alleys you could use to corner or escape the Exorcists. Maybe Alastor could help me this time? He did say together we would be more powerful.

Lost in your plans, you don’t realize you’ve started pacing the streets of the V’s territory. It isn’t until you hear someone yelling down an alley that you become aware of your surroundings.

“Listen here, you little fuck – you’re our lowest earner this month and I’m in a bad mood so…” a large demon pins a rabbit-like sinner to the alley wall, pulling a pink and white gun from his hip. “I figured you could help me BLOW off some steam. Now, now, baby - hold still for me and don’t make too much of a mess hmm?”

You look closer and recognize the tall moth demon.

Fucking Valentino.

You see red and make your way down the alley. Hearing your footsteps he turns but not before you blindside him, body slamming him to the ground. The sound of metal echoes as his gun slides across the pavement. The poor sinner runs off without a word. You’re welcome, I guess. You bend over the disoriented Valentino.

“Tough luck being out here today Val – Coincidentally I’m also in a bad mood so let’s have a chat.”

With a gust of his wings Val pushes himself off the ground and towers over you. “Ohhhhh aren’t you CUTE. Ya know people would pay good money to see a spicy chiquita like you fucked into her place, however that little stunt just sealed a different fate for you.” Smoke floods around you, wrapping tightly around your body. Your feet leave the ground as he pulls you close enough to run his tongue across your cheek. “Hmmm…tasty. Maybe I shouldn’t kill you. I could do quite a bit with this body of yours.”

A cynical laugh erupts from your chest. “Oh please – set me down. Save us both the embarrassment.” He cocks an eyebrow at your demand and tightens his smoke’s grip.

Feeling the crack of your ribs almost knocks all the air out of your lungs, but your rage is stronger than any pain. I’ve watched him hurt Angel one too many times.

“Wrong answer Val.” You concentrate your power, hands aglow as they conjure tiny, razor-sharp needles. With a swift flick of your wrists, they pierce and slice through Val's wings. “Cool thing about needles, they can help pull you together or tear...you…apart.” He howls from the pain, loosening his grip on you. With a little more room to move, you pull yourself back and headbutt him with so much force his glasses shatter. The blow makes his smoke disappear and you drop back to the ground. Time for some fun.

Unable to see clearly - Val frantically feels around for his gun. Pathetic. Crushing his hand with one foot, you use the other to deliver a full force kick to his chin, sending his gold tooth down the alley. “You little BITCH! Who the fuck do you think you are!?” he growls as blood pours from his mouth. You climb on top of him, pinning him down with a knee slowly crushing his dick. Screams of pure agony echo off the surrounding walls.

You grab his face with one hand and pull the knife from your waist, digging the point into Val’s cheek, “You lay your hands on any of your employees again, I’ll make sure this knife gets buried into your chest. Now be a good boy and let me decorate that pretty little face.” You turn his head and hastily carve “spurc” into his cheek. He cries out with each attempt to move, feeling your knee dig deeper into him. “Shhhh you can take it baby, come on, we’re almost done. That’s what you tell them, right? NOW HOLD STILL.” Mocking his pain you turn his head the other way, slicing “issime” into his other cheek. Blood pours from his face, staining your hands and wrists. “Spurcissime – complete filth. Quite fitting I think.”

You stand up to admire your work and release the demon writhing on the ground. Time to go. Turning to leave, you hear Val call out to someone. What is he crying about now? Without warning you’re hurled against the brick wall - your head taking the worst of the impact. As you struggle to pull your body off the ground, a large, blue claw wraps around your neck to pick you up. Between the blow to your head and your now rapidly declining oxygen, your strength dwindles.

“Are you fucking kidding me Val –You got your ass beat by Carmilla Carmine’s secretary!?”

How the fuck does he remember me?

“No she’s not –“ Val tries to warn but is ultimately ignored.

“It’s okay sweetheart. She can replace you. Sucks though. I always enjoyed staring at that ass. Made the meetings less insufferable.” Vox’s grip tightens around your neck and his other hand slides up your thigh, starting to grope every inch of you. Your vision begins to tunnel as your body goes limp, his grasp controlled and unforgiving.

Just before complete darkness takes over, a familiar voice booms in your ears, “ENOUGH!” The hand around your neck releases and the world around you spins, fading out then back in. You pull yourself to your hands and knees and try to gasp. A stabbing pain rips across your sides with every attempt to collect the air around you. Any adrenaline your body had was long gone now. Oh yeah, cracked ribs. Ouch.

Looking up you realize you’re in Alastor’s room. Any other day you would have inhaled the soft musk filling the air, but right now you can barely take a breath. “Alastor?” you whimper, throat hoarse from being nearly crushed. “Hello? Alastor?” Still silence. You lay back on the floor to try to steady your breathing and wait for the Radio Demon to make an appearance.

It only takes a few minutes to see his shadow appear, followed by Alastor himself. The initial relief you feel is quickly replaced by concern. His jacket was ripped up, and blood trailed across his mouth. “Shit are you okay? What happened?” you try to move to him but double over.

He huffs wiping the blood from his face. “No, you don’t get to ask the questions right now.” His words were near inaudible over the static. He was livid. “I want to know what the FUCK you were doing out in V territory ALONE!?” He rather unkindly picks you up, prompting throaty cries of pain and protest.

Alastor brings you to the bathroom and sits you up on the counter while he digs through his medical kit. You finally gather enough breath to speak, “Last I checked, I don’t need permission to walk around the city. Have you forgotten who I am? I am not some stupid -”

“Well apparently you are.” He bites at you without making eye contact – continuing to pull apart the kit.

Tears well up in your eyes. Too tired to fight them back you let their warmth coat your face. They steadily stream down and drop into your blood-soaked hands. You try to squeak out an explanation, “He…he just hurts so many people. He almost killed Angel. If you ask – “

“I didn’t.” he cuts in.

“I didn’t know he would get Vox in –“

“I don’t care.”

“FUCK Alastor what is your problem!?” you snap, tears burning as they run down your cheeks.

He slams his hands on either side of your legs, caging in your body and leaning right down to your face. If he wasn’t pissed right now, this would be so attractive.

“My problem? What is my problem?” Alastor’s antlers expand and a red ‘x’ glows on his forehead. His body grows and looms over you as his grip starts to crack the countertop, “Do you forget who they are? Of course Vox got involved! And if I hadn’t stepped in, he would have done who knows what to you! His hands already started to defile you - Is that what you wanted? To die at the hand of a perverted, unscrupulous Overlord?” His words were like knives, and you despised every slice he made.

His outburst ignites your own rage, making your demon form flare, “No, Damnit, you don’t get it! Down here you’ve only ever lived for yourself! You’ve never watched someone you care about almost die because of some piece of shit! You’ve never felt the need to tear that person limb from limb for what they did! I wanted to make him suffer and I DID!“ you scream at him until your voice gives out and your body gives up. A deafening silence falls over the bathroom. The only sounds reverberating off the walls are your stifled sobs. Some from anger, some from pain. Ṟ̸̂u̸̫͂l̴̟̈e̷̩͛ ̸͖̽#̷̹̀4̴̎͜ ̴̰̇Ṉ̷̀e̸̲͌v̴̻̈́e̵̥͘ṛ̸͛ ̵̗̑l̴͍̃ė̶̠t̶͈̾ ̴̣̒y̷̬͋ò̵̭u̸̩̽ŕ̶̼ ̴̪̾ẉ̵̑ȅ̴̩ą̴̕k̵̗̐n̶̻̅ȇ̷̳s̸̢͋s̸͖͂e̷̡͛s̶̘̍ ̴͍̏š̴̢h̶̼̐ǫ̴͊w̷͉͝

Alastor shrinks back to normal. He cups your face gently to clean off the dirt and blood – tending to the few scrapes across your cheeks. You keep your eyes down to avoid his stare. The last thing you want to see is pity from the demon, at least not right now.

As he kneels to clean your hands, his buttery voice finally breaks the quiet, “You know, had you said all of that yesterday, you would have been absolutely right.” He looks up, noticing your head tilt in confusion. “Seeing his hands on you triggered something in me, and I wanted nothing more than to rip apart that piece of shit for….trying to take you away from me. So yes, I do understand. But that doesn’t mean I’m still not cross with you for going by yourself. You’re lucky I had my shadow follow you.” A sly smile flashes up at you. In that moment a gnawing thought crosses your mind. Does he actually care for me? Or is he only afraid to lose the power I can give him?

Either way, he did save you, so you conjure enough strength in your voice to whisper, “Thank you Alastor,” and place a kiss on his forehead.

Once he finishes cleaning the cuts on your hands, he stands and hooks a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His red eyes dart back and forth between yours as if trying to read every thought you could have. A smile paints his face but you can see something more. Worry? Sadness? Regret? You want to question him but the intensity of his stare has you frozen.

“I want to make another deal.” he finally says in a whisper, holding his gaze. Your stomach drops. This is what you’ve been worried about. That he was going to try to break down your walls until you willingly promise him your soul, bounding everything you have to him. R̴̤͑u̵͓̒l̷͊ͅḛ̸̒ ̸̉͜#̴͉̓1̶͇̔ ̸̟͑Ṋ̸͋e̷̮̎v̷̼̾e̸̪͌r̴̥̈́ ̵̳̽t̴̩͐r̶̻͊u̷̘͝ș̴͒t̶͙̂ ̶̝͑â̵̩n̴̙̿o̸̡͗t̸͚̒h̴̯̓ë̸͓́r̶͎̂ ̸̙̎O̸̺͌v̷̧͠è̴̼r̸̹̓l̵͊ͅo̸̜͒r̵̠̂d̸͓̽ .

“Wh-what?”

“I want to make another deal - you promise to let me accompany you every time you leave these hotel walls and, in exchange, I will teach you how to grow your strength and power so this never happens again.” Well that is not the deal I was expecting.

Relief replaces anxiety. You lean in and give a cheeky smile, “You do realize both of those things can happen without a deal - unless you’re just looking for an excuse to kiss me again.”

“Bold of you to assume I need an excuse, “ he purred, closing the last bit of space between your bodies, lips hovering over yours, ‘but do we have a deal?”

You can barely breathe out “Deal.” before his lips gently press into yours. A glow fills the room but you don’t even notice this time, too lost in his touch to care.

He reluctantly pulls away, “You should probably stay here tonight. I don’t think it’s wise for you to be alone in this condition.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I got it –“ hopping off the counter, you almost crumple to your knees. Alastor catches you with a smug chuckle. “I had a feeling you would fight me on that. It is completely up to you of course. However I will warn you I am willing to go to extreme lengths to convince you of the right choice.”

Once again, you’re lifted up and out of the bathroom. “Don’t threaten me with a good time -” You try to tease but lose your breath. A low laugh leaves his chest, “I believe we’ve had enough fun today my dear.” Every muscle in your body welcomes the soft bed as he lays you down on his silk sheets.

Your eyes flutter heavily as you hear him move about the room, leaving briefly. Am I really going to stay here with him? Guess not too much of a choice now. I know he won’t hurt me, not tonight anyway. The door opens and you feel him climb into the bed with you.

Turning to face him, you watch him lean back against the headboard, book in hand. “I thought you didn’t sleep.” you joke drowsily.

“I don't need much but that just means I can keep you company while you rest.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to…but maybe you could tell me some stories about when you were alive? You can be my personal radio show for the night.”

A pleased hum leaves his chest, “As you wish, ma chère.” He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. Time might as well have stopped as he begins telling you about his life, his mom, his home, the old radio show. You practically melt into his chest while drinking in every drop of his sweet voice. It was nice to peel back a few layers of who the Radio Demon was.

You wake up in a panic the next morning. Sitting up, your tired brain takes a moment to catch up with your surroundings and you relax remembering the previous night’s events. The mirror across the room catches your eye, showing purple and blue bruises painted across your skin. “Uhhg I look rough.” you whisper to yourself.

“Still beautiful as ever, my dear.” a voice cut in, making your heart jump into your throat. You didn’t even notice his shadow or him fading into the room while you tried to collect yourself. “Good morning Alastor, and thank you but these marks are not very flattering.”

He sits on the edge of the bed and lightly traces his hand around your face and throat. His smile almost falters. “I loathe seeing the marks he’s left on you…but I take pride in knowing he won’t ever lay a hand on you again.” a snide grin crosses his face. That’s probably why he took so long to get back to the hotel. I don’t even want to know what he did to Vox in that alley.

“Now! You stay here, I will go grab us some coffee!” Alastor jumps up to rush out the door but you stop him. “No, wait – I want to come with you.” He nods and leans against the doorway, waiting for you to put yourself together. You only bother to run a comb through your hair. No use in trying to cover up anything.

He wraps his arm around your waist while walking down to the lobby. Plopping yourself on the couch, you look up to see Husk staring over a newspaper, eyebrow cocked. A gruff “Hmpf” comes from behind the paper as Alastor walks by into the kitchen.

You roll your eyes, “Don’t even start Husk.”

He slams the paper down on the bar, “I ain’t startin nothin! But it sure looks like he tried to finish –“ “He didn’t touch me. I wouldn’t even be sitting here if it wasn’t for him – “

Angel bursts through the hotel doors roaring with excitement, abruptly ending your conversation with Husk. “Oh good you guys are here – you will not BELIEVE what happened last night and holy shit what happened to you!?“

He looks mortified at the marks across your face. “Tripped. Please continue.” you say dryly.

Alastor finally returns with coffee, taking his seat right next to you as Angel finishes talking about his shift and how bad of a condition Val was in.

“It’s crazy someone was powerful enough…or ballsy enough…to do something like that to him. He’s pissed and from what I heard, Vox wasn’t looking too hot either.” You shoot a look over to Alastor who huffs smugly, looking away as he takes a sip of his coffee. I fucking knew it.

You turn your attention back to Angel, “If someone knocked him around that much, he’s bound to want to take it out on someone. Are - are things going to get worse for you?” Anxiety grips your chest at the realization you may have only aggravated Angel’s situation rather than helped.

“Eh it’ll be weeks before he even gets back to working the studio, besides no one is going to take him seriously with those words on his face. Whoever got ahold of him CARVED into his cheeks. Fuckin deep too. Heard it was a carmine knife, so Satan knows it’s gonna scar.” The enthusiasm in his voice helps ease your worries.

Husk finally chimes into the conversation, “hmm and uh – what exactly was written on his face?” his eyes look straight through Angel and settle on you. There’s no way he thinks –

“I don’t know some Latin shit I can’t pronounce. I overheard some older demons say it ‘labeled him as dirty’ or something like that.” Angel shrugs it off and continues joking about how great the next few weeks were going to be for him.

You finish your coffee and stand to get more, wincing at how sore you still feel.

“You could have asked me, dear. I was about to get up for more as well.” Alastor motions for you to sit back down while taking your cup. When he walks away, Angel comes over and sits on the floor next to you.

“Soooo…you gonna to tell me who actually gave you those bruises? Did you get freaky with Smiles? I just knew he was into that kinda –“

“He didn’t do this Angel.” Your words are soft but stern. He looks up with worry in his eyes. “Don’t take pity on me like that. I am FINE…” you peek up to see Husk’s back turned. Leaning over Angel’s ear, you drop your voice to a whisper, “and uh, between you and me – the word is spurcissime. Roughly translates to ‘complete filth’.” R̴̗͠ǔ̷̮l̸͍͘ẽ̴̘ ̴̩͑#̴̙͆2̸̥̎ ̴̲͌N̸̰̒e̵͔͝v̴̯̆ë̸͙́r̴̬̀ ̸̩̏t̶̳̍ḙ̵̑l̴̥͝l̵̹̍ ̴͎͆ă̴̤ ̷͖̉s̴͕̕o̸̼͊ǔ̶̡l̶̝̿ ̷̺̓ẅ̵̟́ĥ̵̞a̶͖̿ṱ̵̏ ̸̢̕(̵͉̽ŏ̵̢r̵͚͛ ̷̘̈h̷̯̾ò̴̺w̵͉̑ ̸͔̀m̷̡̈́ủ̷̞c̶͂ͅh̷͇̋)̶̻̂ ̵͖̈p̵͍͒o̶̤̽ẉ̶́e̷̤̚ȑ̵̪ ̸̣̚ÿ̴̥ö̶́͜ù̸͎ ̸͇̑ĥ̸̤ä̷̙v̶͖͒e̶̥͛

You sit back on the couch haughtily, taking pleasure in the absolutely dumbfounded look on his face.

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maxybabyy · 6 months

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It’s barely noon.

Daniel has only been back in Monaco for a handful of hours, burnt out from flying commercial and dressed obnoxiously in bright orange, and still, he’s here.

He pulls up Max’s text one more time and stares sceptically at the building in front of him. But he’s in the right spot, the tiny guy on the map right on top of the address Max had sent.

The lady behind the reception desk looks up when he enters, a polite smile on her lips as she comes forward to greet him, “Bonjour monsieur, comment ca va?”

Daniel’s been here for too long for his French to be as bad as it is, stutters out a, “Ca va bien,” before he switches to English. “Uh, I’m here for my cats?”

“Certainly,” she says, her accent even less pronounced than Charles’. She goes back behind the desk, points out the small bevvy station on her way there. Daniel’s been in formula one for over ten years, has lived in Monaco for most of that, but this fucking cat hotel may still be the fanciest shit he’s been to. “May I ask what cats you are here for?”

Daniel jiggles the handle of the coffeemaker, watches what he hopes is coffee drip into the branded to-go cup. “Uh, Jimmy and Sassy? They’re like, Bengals, with the stripes and shit? If you have two cats that look the same, I reckon it’s probably them,” he says, searches and fails to locate a lid.

The lady coughs, and Daniel decisively doesn’t look at her, cannot – knows she has to be laughing at him. Fucking, disaster step-cat dad that he is; Max would already have them loaded up in the car and be on his way.

“The cats are registered with internal ID numbers, monsieur. I cannot tell you if we have your cats otherwise, my apologies,” she tells him, not unkind.

“Right, yeah. Let me get those for you then,” he says, chuckles. He scrolls back to the cursed message that had started it all, rattles off the IDs for both cats to the lady’s mild surprise.

‘you of course don’t have to, but always the cats like it better when they can be at home.’ He reads back now, wishes he had never ventured into the world of cat sitting and long-term pet boarding.

“I will have someone come out with your cats right away, monsieur Verstappen,” she says, taps away at the computer for a moment before the printer starts to spit out a stack of papers. “If I can just have you sign here, you will be all set.”

Daniel swallows down half of the coffee, scrapes his teeth over his tongue to mask the burn. “’course, I’m not Max, though. Just for filing purposes, I guess.” He says, scribbles his signature on the dotted line. It’s the same fucking signature that he would do on a hat or whatever the fans put in front of him, and it shouldn’t make him feel embarrassed, but it does. “My name’s Daniel. Ricciardo, I should be on the list though.”

The lady smiles, licks her finger to flick a page. “Certainly, monsieur Ricciardo.”

A man in his early twenties comes out, a cat carrier in each arm. He puts the cats on the desk and rattles off a report of their stay these past weeks, the meals they had, how they behaved, their moods.

Daniel tries to listen, makes himself remember enough that Max will be satisfied even if they didn’t also send out an update by mail every three days. The guy doesn’t stop talking, so Daniel nods along, pokes his finger through the grid and watches Sassy swat at it; Jimmy who gives him a polite lick.

Even if their names weren’t printed on the carrier, this would give them away. That at least he knows.

“Great, yeah. Thanks mate,” Daniel says and moves them down to rest by his feet. “Do I need to pay something, or will we get an invoice, or like?”

“Monsieur Verstappen has an account with us, so there is no need for that. He will be notified by mail. But I can offer you a receipt?” She says, and even she sounds unsure about the offer.

“Yeah, that would be good, cheers.”

The printer makes another noise, and one of the cats meows in response, the other quick to echo. She hands it over with a smile, and Daniel stuffs it into his pocket with a quick ‘thanks’ and picks up his cats to leave.

He’s lying on the couch later, Jimmy on his chest and Max’s latest voice message playing over the phone when he finally pulls out the receipt.

“You’re such a fucking spoilt cat, Jims.” He says, kisses his head.

Jimmy meows softly, bumps his chin with his head, so Daniel kisses him again, watches his tail flick in the air.

Yeah, alright, he thinks, maybe they do deserve it.

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nexysworld · 1 year

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I Would Never Want Anyone Else

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Summary: Based on this request I received . Reader is insecure after encountering Ada during a mission in which the woman tries to wedge herself between you and your boyfriend. Leon shows you that you're the only one he wants and you have nothing to worry about. Pairing: Fem!Reader x Leon Tags: Hurt/Comfort, NSFW, Smut, P in V sex, oral (female receiving), loss of virginity.

This was your first solo mission and your eagerness was only outweighed by your nervousness. You were confident with your skills, but this was the first time working without a team, all you had were the items on your person and the radio in your ear. Luckily though, Leon was at the other end of that radio along with Hunnigan. How he convinced the higher ups to allow him to captain his own girlfriend’s mission you’ll never know, but you were thankful for it. Every time you heard his voice, it would send waves of calmness over you.

Leon believed you could do this, so you could do this.

Things were surprisingly going well so far. You managed to infiltrate all the way into the facility, take out the first few sets of guards painlessly. You opted to take a break inside the office you’d found, opting to sift through documents to see if any contain important info. The door creaked behind you and instantly you spun around and pulled your gun, only to have your wrist grabbed. Your heart sank. You’d recognize that red dress and short bob anywhere.

“Tsk. Tsk. Leon would be so disappointed, what was it he said? Oh yeah, a knife is faster.”

“Ada.” You spat her name back at her like venom. While your romantic relationship with Leon was fresh, you’d known him for a long time, long before even Raccoon City. You’d only ever met Ada in person one time before this on a mission. The way she spoke to him, the way she touched him. It had made you twist with a burning jealousy. Leon had explained in depth to you about Ada. The way she hurt him, the way he couldn’t get her off his brain despite her hurting him. That was long before you ever asked him out though – so you had pushed those thoughts out of your mind until now. Seeing her before you again filled you with anger you didn’t know you were even capable of. When she let go of your wrist, you brought it back to your side. “What are you doing here.” “Oh you know, I never work and tell.” She said with a sly smile. You heard Leon speaking to you on the radio, trying to get your attention. Clearly he heard who had decided to greet you on your mission. It was probably a bad idea, but you couldn’t stand to hear his voice while she was right in front of you. You shut your radio down, silencing him instantly. You heard the backup line ringing on the burner phone, you shut that off too. You turned back to the woman before you. “Seriously. Why are you here, specifically here in this room?”

“Well, luckily for you our goals are mutual. I came here to help you.” “I don’t want your help.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” She said handing you a tablet-like device with a map of the facility on it. You could see the number of enemies on the screen, way more than what was initially expected when going into the mission. “Fuck.” Not even Leon himself would be able to take out that many people by himself. Reluctantly you agreed to allow her to assist. Very reluctantly. This decision you would soon regret. It was like she physically couldn’t keep the comments to herself. “Has Leon taken you too Épicure yet? Beautiful restaurant in Paris, the maroon decor really just brings out his eyes.” You ignored her. Don’t let her get to you. “Savage by Dior.” “What did you say?” You asked, hardly paying attention to her. “The cologne he wears. Savage by Dior, smells delightful doesn’t it? You know I got him that special edition bottle the last time I saw him.” Do NOT let her get to you. “No, he didn’t mention that.” She laughed. As you moved along through the facility, it was becoming harder and harder to play nice. It was clear she was trying to get a rise out of you, and it was working. Your responses became quippier, your mood clearly souring. She seemed more than amused by this. It took all that was in you to rein it back in. Leon would be so disappointed if he saw how you were acting right now, you were already going to have to explain the cut off radio and lack of communication. After a few deep breaths you resolved yourself to return to a neutral state. Leon was your boyfriend, not hers. These feelings were unprofessional and unfounded. You’re on a mission, let it go.

It was clear she didn’t like your newfound muteness, this only caused her to amp up the comments harder. “ You know, Leon’s a good boy akin to a puppy. Puppies always return to their masters.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” “I mean that Leon isn’t yours. He might act like he is, he might think he is, but he’ll always come running back to me.” She said rubbing her thumb over your cheek with a frown. “All the private meetings we share, late night phone calls. I bet he hasn’t told you about those.” You backed away from her touch immediately.

“Poor little girl. Leon doesn’t love you, you know that right? He feels obligated towards you. What was he supposed to say when his best friend asked him out? You know him, he’s too nice a guy to let a sweet girl cry. But you know he doesn’t love you like that. Touch you like that. You could never satisfy him the way a real woman–” You slapped her across the face, sending her head turning. She looked shocked, you were surprised she didn’t see it coming honestly. She’d hit the mark on your insecurities, dead center of the target. You always felt in the back of your mind that Leon only said yes out of pity. You looked nothing like the girls he asked out or spent one-night-stands with. You knew that. Despite the several months of dating you hadn’t slept together yet, which you had been chalking up to your busy work schedules, but it didn’t change that the thought was stapled to the back of your mind. Each and every date night night where nothing really happened, you would think about it.

Had he really been talking with her? Meeting with her behind your back all this time? Is that why he didn’t want to sleep with you?

You let yourself stew in your own upsetedness as you decided to finish the mission without her, you were almost to the end anyway, past the majority of enemies. The more you thought about her words, the more it seemed to make sense. He did take a lot of late night phone calls he wasn’t ‘at liberty’ to tell you about. Skipped out on immediate debriefings after getting back from missions. Anytime you’d try to take things further he’d cut it short.

Your heart hammered and you hadn’t even realized the hot tears that began to stream down your face. You were definitely inexperienced compared to Leon… maybe she was right, you just weren’t the type of girl he wanted, needed.

He could’ve just been honest with me.

You splashed some of the fresh spring water onto your face to get rid of the puffiness and collect yourself before heading to the extraction point. You finally turned the radio back on and set it to Hunnigan’s private frequency to let her know the mission was completed. You weren’t ready to speak with Leon. ~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

The second your boots hit US soil you made it your secondary mission to avoid Leon at all costs. You were successful at this, managing to dodge him in the office and lab, even at the private debriefing. You weren’t ready to see him. To talk to him.

You were just about to head to the parking lot when you saw him angrily leaning up against his Jeep, which just so happened to be parked next to your car. You walked to your car keeping your head straight he stepped in front of you before you could open the door. “Do you want to explain to me what the hell that was about?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Leon.” “Seriously? I hear Ada on the line and suddenly your radio goes dark? You don’t even answer the backup phone? I had the labs check, you manually shut off the frequency. I could have you written up for that.” He says, seething. “Not to mention you've been avoiding me since you got back. You report directly to me, you know, the captain of the mission.” “I explained the radio in my official report, which I had Hunnigan put on your desk, write me up if you want Kennedy. Now can I go home, I am exhausted.” You went to move around him but he stopped you again. “Is this seriously what we’re doing right now?” “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “What the hell has gotten into you. Even our co-workers have said you’d been acting weird since you got back. Tell me what’s going on.” “I think we should break up.” You can’t believe the words flew out of your mouth like that. You saw what almost looked like a shocked expression before he went back to neutral. “Why?” “Because I said so. Things just aren’t working out.” You shouted, not containing yourself any longer. “That’s it? That’s all I get?” He asked, but moved aside so you could finally get into your car. “Yeah Leon, that’s all you get.” “Come get your shit from my apartment later then.” He said walking around to his own Jeep. You watched him turn it on and zoom out of the parking garage, you were almost worried he’d crash again.

You went home, showered, then collapsed onto your bed. This was not how you wanted things to end and you felt like crap. But it was the right decision. Right? He was absolved of guilt and free to be with Ada or whatever posh woman he wanted. The idea of having to go to his apartment to get your stuff left you bubbling with anxiety though. You cried into your pillow before falling asleep.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You woke up a few hours laters rubbing the sleep from your eyes. That was a much needed power nap. Your phone buzzed, it was a text from Leon. He’d sent you a photo of a box with the items you’d left at his apartment captioned “Are you coming or not?” Your heart stung. You lugged your legs over the side of the bed and got up to get ready to go, silently driving all the way to his apartment. You sent him a quick text once you were in the parking lot. “Here. Heading up now.” He answered the door with a frown crossing his arms, but let you walk into the living room. You two didn’t say a word to each other which was so unusual. The silence hurt. You went to walk over to the box but he stopped you again. “Wait.” He turned you by your shoulder to look at him and meet his gaze. “You at minimum owe me an explanation.” “I already told–” “No, that's crap! We’ve been friends almost our entire lives prior to this. You do at least owe me an explanation for why you’re dumping me out of nowhere.” “Lee…” You said his nickname softly, trying to will the forming tears to go away. You saw his face and posture soften instantly. “Oh Baby girl, tell me what happened.” He cooed cupping your face. “Just tell me what’s going on.” “I just want you to be happy Lee. I know I’m not really your type. I just want you to be happy.” He shook his head. “What on earth are you talking about?” He moved his hands from your face to your back, rubbing soft circles on your lower back. “Ada she… she told me about your private meetings, your late night calls…the gift she gave you the last time she saw you. I get it I do, she’s beautiful and gorgeous, so are all the girls you take home. I know you just said yes to me because you felt sorry for me. S’okay Lee. I get it.” You were sobbing into him now while you explained everything Ada had told you, those pent up feelings. “I know that’s why you haven't slept with me yet too. So let’s just call it quits before it hurts too bad and I won’t even be able to stay your friend anymore…because I don’t want that either.”

His grip on you tightened holding you to his chest. “Sweetheart, none of that is true. She was lying to you. “ “What?”

“She was lying to you. I can’t tell you the last time I’ve seen Ada in person. I take late night meetings for work, but never for her. She messed me up bad. I’d never take her back, not with a gun to my head.” He lifted your chin so you were looking up at him as he rubbed the tears from your cheeks. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, always have been. Shit. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. I just wanted to do things right this time, take things slow. I know you’ve never. . . I just wanted you to be sure that you really wanted me to be your first, and I wanted you to know that I didn’t just want you for that. You’re my best friend, my girl, I love you.” Those were the first time you’d heard him say those words and they set your heart a flutter. “Lee…I love you too.” Your crying had died down to soft sniffles. “Let me show you how much I love you, yeah?” He asked, crashing his lips into yours before lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom, plopping you on the end of his bed. He pushed you down onto your back and crawled over you, connecting your lips again. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip encouraging you to open up for him, which you did willingly. He explored your mouth with his tongue before coaxing yours out to suck on it gently, causing you to moan. He pulled away leaving a trail of saliva still connecting your mouths. “Gonna show my girl just how badly I want her. How perfect she is to me.” Leon kissed the corner of your mouth before trailing kisses down to your neck. He’d suck a few love bites there before soothing the already purple skin with his tongue, living for each mewl you made just for him. He sat you up for a moment so he could help you out of your shirt and bra. “God you have perfect fucking tits too.” You’d never heard him talk like that before and it sent heat straight to your already hot and throbbing pussy. He immediately latched on to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue over the hardening nub and sucking on it while he worked the other one with his hand. You moaned and gently grabbed at his hair feeling him chuckle as he moved downwards running his tongue along your stomach stopping just above the waistband of your pants where he sucked another hickey causing you to giggle and squirm. “Lee!” “Patience princess.” He said with a soft chuckle before he undid the button of your pants and slid them off along with your underwear, you arched yourself to make it easier for him. He moved forward to get between your legs but you clamped them shut, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Wait.” “What’s wrong baby?”

You tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie and pouted. “Not fair that I’m the only one naked.” “Alright, alright.” He said tugging the hoodie and tshirt over his head before kicking his shoes off. While he worked the belt of his pants off you took the opportunity to run your eyes over his built and muscular torso. You’d seen him shirtless before, but in this context it felt so different. The way his muscles moved just did something to you, feeling slick making a mess on your thighs now. If you’d been standing you’re sure it would’ve been running down your legs. He yanked his pants down and you could see the tent in his boxers a wet spot forming where his tip was leaking precum already. He removed his boxers too allowing his throbbing cock to spring forward, he pumped it once groaning before kneeling back down in front of you. He separated your legs before pulling you forward propping one leg on each shoulder, and wrapped his arms around them. You squealed when he leaned forward and licked slowly up and down your slit. “God you taste so good.” He circled his tongue over your clit a few times, holding your legs tight to keep you from squirming. “Fuckin’ delicious.” He mumbled against you before sucking on your clit then running his tongue down to your hole thrusting it in and out a bit, his nose still rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“God, I’m so close.” “Cum on my tongue baby.” He said resuming his attack on your clit, switching between lapping at it with the flat part of his tongue and circling it with the tip. The heat that had been building up in your core had exploded and you moaned his name loudly like a chant as you came on his face, he slowly lapped at you working you through the orgasm. “God that was hot.” He said climbing back up to kiss you again. He pumped himself a few times before he lined his cock up to you, he ran it up and down your slit to get it soaked in your wetness, causing you to jolt a little each time it makes contact with your overly sensitive clit. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks softly, once you nod he’s gently sinking his fat head into your sopping hole. “God you’re so fucking tight.” He groans, slowly easing in further and further past the tight resistance. “Let me know if I’m hurting you at all baby.” You nodded, not being able to speak coherently at the moment. He was thick and long, with every movement you couldn’t believe there was still more to go. Once he bottomed out in you, you felt so stretched and full, you moaned at the sensation.

“Gonna start moving now baby.” He warned before he worked his hands to your hips and slid out a little. He started off with some slow shallow thrusts giving you the chance to adjust before speeding up his movements. Once he felt you were ready he leaned forward so he could bury his face in your neck and wrapped one arm under your back. He pulled out to the tip before sinking all the way back in. You moaned again feeling the head of his cock rub the special sensitive spot inside of you. “God Lee…” He continued the action over and over, leaving you a soppy mess beneath him. He whispered in your ear. “I love you baby. You’re gripping me so tight. My perfect, perfect girl, don’t want anyone else.” His words sent a calmness over your heart and help build the heat again in your core. Between that and his thrusting you were close again. Leon sat up a little to kiss you before adjusting positions so he could rub your clit with his thumb while he worked himself in and out of you. It didn’t take long before you came undone again, crying his name like a prayer. His pace became more uneven and rapid as he chased his own pleasure, eyes closed and brows knitted together. “S’okay if I cum in you baby?” “God yes.” “Gonna fill up that pretty little pussy and show it who it belongs to.” A few thrusts later and he exploded, filling your cunt with hot sticky ropes of cum riding it out with slow thrusts. He collapsed next to you on the bed and pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. “You alright? In any pain?” “I’m more than alright, Lee.” You said, snuggling into his arms. A few minutes of silence later and you decided to speak. “I’m sorry.” “F’what?” He asked in a voice laced with sleepiness. “I should’ve been honest with my feelings. I shouldn’t have doubted you. And I certainly shouldn’t have listened to her.” “Don’t worry about it baby. My perfect, sweet girl. I would never want anyone else.” His words wrapped around your heart like armor and you fell asleep with him holding you. Despite how things started, you couldn’t be happier than in this moment.

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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Seek And Destroy

Summary: Run, little sheep, or the big, bad wolf will catch you…

Pairing: Kappa × fem!Reader

Wort Count: ~2k

Content Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!, Smut (18+!), “Consensual” Non-Con (Reader Is Clearly Delulu About It), Fingering, Primal Play, Knife Play, Blood Play, Heavy Degradation, Praise Kink, Derogatory Petnames, Spit Play, Kappa Talks About Himself In 3rd Person, Kappa Is A Sadistic Fuck, Aftercare? We Don't Know Her.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

A/N: I have absolutely no excuse for this and I'll just see myself out now, byeeeeee!

Tagging who might be interested:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @bvg-w1res

Well, my love is an animal call

Cutting through the darkness, bouncing off the walls

Between teeth on a broken jaw

Following a bloodtrail, frothing at the maw

~ Aqua Regia by Sleep Token

The stone floor underneath your bare feet seemed to vibrate ever so slightly with every hasty step you took. One after the other, not looking back behind you and not letting the rising fear in your body paralyze you in your anxiously hectic movements.

Thud, thud, thud.

The slapping sound of heavy boots hammering down onto the ground not far from you.

You inhaled sharply, droplets of sweat evaporating from your forehead into the cool midnight air.

"Come out, come out to play!" Kappa's low, menacing voice echoed back from the lifeless stone walls of the hideout.

Silvery moonlight was beaming into the corridor through smashed windows and missing bricks as you realized that he was closer to you as you had thought him to be.

"Don't make me chase you!" He bellowed through the shadows, grinning to himself, his steps picking up on speed just like yours.

As you took a deep breath, you felt how equal amounts of fear and excitement clashed in your lungs. The juxtaposed emotions fighting for the high ground. Although Kappa demanded you not to make him chase you, you knew that it was exactly that what would make the thrill.

There were days when you didn't run from him, where you surrendered to his rough, harsh touch right away, but tonight he needed more than that.

He had been particularly erratic throughout the entire day. Something wasn't going according to plan and that had easily been enough to set off his already short fuse. You had seen it coming in the way his eyes had burned holes into the yellowed maps scattered on his desk, how his fingernails had scratched into the moist, rotting wood and in the way he had been relentlessly chewing on the inside of his cheeks, picking away at the delicate skin with grinding teeth.

“You know you can’t run from me for long...” Kappa was right about that but you could at least try and that you did.

After taking a right, turning into an equally destroyed and desolate corridor, the old wooden floor scattered with dust and debris, you started running to the best of your abilities. You forced your body forwards, your heavy steps banging onto the ground as you spurted ahead. The sound of your bare feet meeting the floor again and again filling the air before, barely a handful of seconds later, the tone of Kappa’s heavy boots joined in, their rhythm faster and even harder than before.

Thud, thud, thud.

It was all you could focus on as you rushed along the hallway and eventually right that would turn out to be your grave mistake because you stopped paying the necessary attention to your surroundings. You were about to turn another corner, not noticing an old magazine covered by a thick, grayish layer of dust and the moment you set foot onto it it slid to the side, taking you with it. Your posture faltered mid-air, a hissed “Fuck!” rolling over your tongue before you couldn’t stop your entire body from stumbling forth and ultimately falling into the wall shoulder first. The impact was painful, a dull pang of hurt spreading throughout your right shoulder that shot up into the base of your neck. You cringed in discomfort and tried to get yourself to stand upright again but it was too late for you to dash away. Kappa had successfully caught up to you already.

“There, there..” He scoffed in an amused tone, caging you between his arms as you turned around to face him.

With your back pressed against the cold stone wall, your eyes widened as a wave of shock rippled through your body. It wasn’t exactly caused by the fact that you got caught or the crooked grin tugging at the corners of his lip, no, it was the metallic shine of a hunting knife, reflecting the pale, bluetoned moonlight in the corner of your eye that led you to feel this way.

“Did that hurt?” Kappa’s free hand went from the wall to your right shoulder, giving it a hard squeeze as he spoke to you with a mockingly concerned voice.

The firm clasp of his broad, calloused hand almost felt worse than the sloppy clunk against the wall and you tried to squirm out of it.

“Ouch!” It fell from your lips as your eyes met his.

His pupils blown out wide in insidious excitement as he looked down on you.

“Is my poor little sheep in pain?” Kappa’s voice a saccharine-sweet scorn.

You couldn't help yourself but nod. The way he talked to you was enough to make you fall under his spell yet again.

“I’m afraid that there’s more of that to come.”, He furrowed his eyebrows in play-pretend compassion “You ran away from me and I have to punish you for that.”

"B-but.." A desperate mewl rolled over your tongue.

"No, shhh shhh…", He shushed you, with a click of his tongue and shaking his head slightly from side to side "You know how that goes, Sugar."

Indeed, you knew better than talking back. Kappa had taught you better so many times now, so instead of doing that again, most likely overstepping the very fine line of his patience, you just nodded.

"See? Kappa knows best and you know that too." He stated with a satisfied humm.

Again, you nodded, staring into his intimidating glare. His strikingly blue eyes bore into you, pressing your back against the wall seemingly all by themselves alone.

"Now, now…", An unsettling hint of an erratic timbre mixed into his tone, "What am I going to do to you, huh?"

Obviously, it was a rhetorical question that got answered just seconds later with Kappa pulling the hand that held the knife from the wall.

"Let's get you out of that skimpy thing you call a nightgown first, yeah? You look like a cheap whore.." He sighed overdramatically and took the blade of the knife straight down to the hem of the red, silken nightgown you'd found just days prior in a pile of discarded clothing. Knowing that it would be gone in a matter of seconds pained you because you had actually been so sure that he'd like it as you dug it out from between old linen shirts and old underwear.

You felt the cold metal slipping underneath the feathery light fabric, the pointy sharp tip of the blade angled towards the skin of your thigh and before you could fully realize what that meant, Kappa slashed upwards, all the way up to your hip bone.

Before the real hurt set in, the sensitive skin on your thigh seemed to freeze for a split second, until it turned burning hot equally fast, the cut gushing open. Another blink of an eye and you felt your own, warm, sticky blood pooling from your thigh down to your ankle in a thin yet dark stream. The moment of surprise hit you so hard that the guttural scream erupting from the far back of your throat appeard to have a nearly comical amount of delay to it.

"Hush, hush…it's okay…" Kappa whispered, leaning in close to your face, resting his forehead against yours, his wide grin almost touching your quivering lips.

"It's gon' be just fine, you'll see. It's just a little cut, Sugar, it doesn't even need a tourniquet." He tried to calm you as he felt you panicking, your rising and barely even falling chest pushing against his in shallow breaths.

"Hold on, this'll help…" He turned his wrist to cast the knife to the ground, before he held his palm up to his mouth, sloppily spitting a little puddle of saliva into it before slapping his hand right onto your aching thigh.

A wet slap echoed through the desolate corridor before you couldn’t help yourself and started to whimper in pain as his warm, slick spit mixed into the open wound.

"That'll make it clot nice and fast…" Kappa huffed, his hot breath against your face.

Another high-pitched mewl fell from your lips as you felt him forcefully pressing his thumb into the cut, spreading his saliva with malice and sadistic pleasure.

From there on out, his blood-tainted fingers wandered towards the inside of your thigh.

"Oh…", He scoffed in amusement, "What's that?"

His curious fingertips dipped right into your embarrassingly wet cunt without any warning, shoving themselves inside of you with force if necessary.

"Look at you, my perfect little slut." Kappa cooed, his lips stroking yours with every word spoken.

"Do you like it when I brutalise you like the obedient little bitch you are, huh?", He bore his fingers further into you until he was knuckle-deep inside, "Does it get your pussy all wet for me?"

"Uh-hu…" You admitted, your face burning red in shame and embarrassment.

God, you knew it was wrong and you felt so sick in the head for it but your body had its own way of reacting to him, his perversions of intimacy.

"What a good, messy little whore you are…" Kappas words a crude praise as his lips eventually pressed themselves against yours.

They tasted salty, sweat mixed in with a lingering hint of cheap cigarettes and red wine. The taste involuntarily flooded your mouth as he pushed his tongue past your weak lips. By now his fingers started to move at a violently harsh pace, pulling out just to bury themselves inside you right away again. It was painful and yet the lewd, squelching wet sounds emitting from between your legs told you just how deranged you truly must've been. A part of you felt disgusted with yourself whilst the other one wanted nothing more than to please Kappa, do everything he asked you to and, indeed, be his good, little slut.

Entirely choked up between those two sides fighting inside of you, your body simply rolled its hips against his fingers, seeking to release the growing pressure in your stomach. It felt as if all the pain and pleasure simultaneously curdled up into a tight coil that was oh so ready to snap as soon as possible.

"Oh, you gonna cum, Sugar? Already? Pathetic." Kappa taunted you as he picked up the pace even harder.

"Cum on my fingers then you pathetic slut. C'mon."

Of all things it was his mocking tone that eventually had you tripping over the edge and before even the slightest moan of orgasmic release could escape your mouth, his lips were right back onto yours, drinking every little sound up as your statue convulsed, still tightly pressed to the wall.

Heavy waves of painful bliss crushed through you as Kappa finger-fucked you all the way through your orgasm, up until the last contractions had eased up.

"Such a good fucking bitch for me.." He huffed in a breathy groan as he broke from the bruising kiss and pulled his fingers out of your cunt.

Your legs threatened to give out as you watched Kappa raise the slick-wet and blood stained fingers to his lips before he started sucking each and every one clean with what seemed like pedantic precision.

#kappa black mirror #kappa #kappa x fem!reader #black mirror 6 #black mirror: beyond the sea #black mirror #rory culkin #dead dove do not eat

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 months

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In response to @craneworms post about wanting more pining Luffy that crossed my dash I realized that I also want that and I was on a roll so here you go

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Ace tilts his head and narrows his eyes. Sanji is quick to take notice.

“Something wrong with the drink?”

“Hm?” Their temporary guest glances at him for a second before shaking his head and focusing on the lower deck again. “No, it’s great. Thanks.”

That was a distracted dismissal if Sanji has ever heard one but he is a curious guy and so he lingers next to Luffy’s big brother at the reiling and follows his gaze. There is nothing particularly interesting happening. Nami and Vivi are studying the map for their next course and Usopp and Chopper chase Karoo around in circles with something that looks like a turkey baster. That better not be Sanji’s good one, or they can swim the rest of the way to Alabaster!

A little off to the side Zoro, the big show off, trains with one of his gigantic dumbbells. He has taken his shirt off as if anyone is interested in seeing that. Ugh. Luffy sits on the reiling close by and stares at his first mate with a single minded focus that he usually reserves for food.

Ace stares at his brother with much the same amount of concentration. As if he is looking at a puzzle he can’t quite figure out.

“Is he…doing that a lot?”

“Doing what?” Sanji asks and in that moment Luffy must have said something funny because Zoro pauses in his routine and laughs loud and clear. His whole body is shaking with it and at the end of it he grins at his captain and fucking winks.

Luffy’s shoulders raise up to his ears and he squirms in his seat. His hands wander up to his brightly blushing face where he squishes his own cheeks with a goofy smile on his lips. His eyes dart around from left to right as if he can’t decide where he should direct his gaze to before he resolves the issue by grabbing his hat and pulling the brim down until only his stupid grin is visible.

“Oh.” Sanji drawls. “You mean the pining?”

Ace, who’d just taken a sip of his drink, spits it right back out. Sanji wants to say something about wasting food but the fire user is coughing and spluttering too hard to listen.

“Pining?” he gasps. “What? Luffy…my little… what are you-?”

Down below Luffy laughs at something Zoro has said in response and it’s the kind of exaggerated laugh that screams ‘This was not funny at all but I want you so bad.’

Sanji should know. He tries that all the time.

Ace looks like he is actively having an aneurysm right this moment and if he weren’t such a cool and collected guy, Sanji would be worried that he’s about to burn Zoro alive.

“Oh yeah. Be glad you don’t have to see this all the time. It’s kinda pathetic.” Well, it’s more adorable than pathetic but you won’t catch Sanji dead admitting that. It’s suddenly getting quite hot at his side and it looks like Ace’s skin is glowing from the inside with an unholy fire. Sanji might not like the Mosshead, but he doesn’t want him dead! Also, Luffy’s pouting might kill him before the Alabasta sun can. “Hey man, it’s just a small innocent crush. The idiot is too dumb to pick up on that anyway and-”

Zoro slowly bends down to pick up his dumbbell and he so fucking obviously moves his ass into Luffy’s line of sight that he might as well have painted a bullseye on the tight pants. The moment Luffy’s eyes wander down and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips, Sanji knows it’s over.

“Try not to burn the ship down.” he mutters and turns away amidst confused shouting, Ace’s screaming about his brother's innocence and Zoro cursing up a storm. “It was nice knowing you, Marimo. Kinda.”

#one piece #one piece zolu #one piece luffy #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #one piece ace #one piece fanfiction #Pining Luffy my beloved #Protective ace my beloved #Zoro is a little shit in this but we love him #And Luffy is into that so all is well

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bluegalaxygirl · 4 months

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Wild Flower (Zosan X reader) P2

Plot: While doing recon for the crew, reader's snake gets captured by a marine who knows more about her than her own crew but to make matters worse he can hurt reader through her Snake using some strange powers and deadly plants.

Warning: Bad language, Sickness, Violence, Blood and Snakes

Reader is female and has the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them and see through their eyes but they are also connected to her emotions. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - Bonus

Nami was supposed to guide Sanji and Zoro through the marine base but nothing ever goes to plan when your captain is too eager for a fight and doesn't understand how to sneak around. The navigator gave the map to Sanji telling him to follow the red line that she drew to get to where your snake was last, while Luffy was fighting the marines along with Franky and Brook who both deiced to join last minute. Walking through the halls Zoro kept close to the cook as to not get lost, it was surprisingly easy to get around with all the marines fighting at the front entrance but it made the two uneasy. If you snake had an aura things would be much easier but it didn't so the two just stuck to the map soon making it to the door you were last at "This is it" Sanji sighs putting the map away and puffing on his cigarette, the cook tried the handle finding it locked so stepped back watching as Zoro smiles raising two of his swords and slicing the metal door into pieces, the strange smell you talked about hit their noses but it wasn't too strong, so they both found it easy to ignore it and start walking down the stairs. The dimly lite stairs made it hard to see so Sanji lite his foot on fire in order to see better, the stone stairs were dirty and slightly wet but as they made their way down the fire around the cooks foot started to sizzle burning away any puddles of water he stepped in "How long does this go down for?" Zoro groans after walking for a while the end of the stair's no where in sight, Sanji shrugs flicking away his cigarette focusing on not slipping.

It takes a while but soon the stairs flatten out into a path the cold air and damp floor making the two of them cold despite the fire coming form Sanji's leg, "The hell?" Zoro asks stepping into a slightly lite room looking at the long rows of plants that are growing out of dirt piles "Chopper said something about the snap being the most toxic bit so try not to get any on you" Sanji whisper's shaking the fire off his leg as to not alert anyone that their here, Zoro scans the area seeing a few rooms going off to the side all the doors open, he walks over to one soon followed by Sanji only to hear a loud hiss from another room along with the sound of footsteps "Oh you almost got be that time... Such a fighter, its amazing really" A male voice laughs out making Zoro grip his swords as the two walk over trying not to make any noise, your snake hisses again from its small cage sitting on the wooden tool bench its skin hot and covered in bumps but it still snaps at the marine as he sits on wooden stool teasing the snake by putting his finger into the cage before pulling it back out before being bitten. "I'm guessing she's not dead then if you two are here" The marine smiles picking up the small cage with his gloved hand and turning towards the door seeming to sense the two boys approaching. Sanji growls moving his leg back ready to kick this guy if he gets too close while Zoro glares at the man before turning his attention to your snake. It shivered with cold and anger, its body morphed in a way to try and fit inside the small cage leaving little wiggle room, the poor snake didn't look well at all despite it trying to reach threw the thin gaps of the bars to bite the marines hand.

As the marine steps out he looks the two over with a smile "I'm sorry about your lady but at the end of the day it is my job to hunt down any dangerous animals" The man shrugs, Sanji growls and runs at the marine kicking the man who dodges out-of-the-way holding onto the cage in a death grip as Zoro slashes his swords at the man. The cook lights his foot on fire kicking down on the man arm as Zoro brings his swords down to cut his shoulder. The marine laughs dropping the cage before touching the two with his gloved hands just as both attacks hit. Sanji screams out being forced back and sliding along the wet floor holding his sliced open shoulder while Zoro gasps in slight shock having to take a few steps back while the slave of his kimono and some of his skin burns up. The marine kicks the swordsman in the stomach sending his rolling across the wet fall almost landing in some of the plants. Picking up the cage again your snake trying to bite the man but can't get threw the bars "That was good, your both good fighters" The marine smiles watching as the two try and get up off the wet floor. Sanji pants managing to stand to his foot while gripping onto his bleeding shoulder, his eyes widen when seeing the marine perfectly fine, not even a wrinkle in his uniform. Zoro groans as he stands up using his swords to help him sad before looking down at the burn on his arm, it takes a second for the two to realize what happened, somehow the two ended up hurting each other despite only hitting the marine.

The swordsman glares at the marine his anger boiling at the situation and calm almost humored look on the man's face "Cook, stay out of the way" Zoro yells out keeping his eyes fixed on the marines, he must have some kind of devil fruit powers, and he was not about to stand back and let Sanji fight since he was itching to take this guy out. "What?" The cook yells back in anger not happy that the swordsman's trying to bench him but before he can act Zoro charges at the marine swinging his sword to try and cut the man or the cage in his hand. The marine dodges finding amusement in the fight and the looks on the two men's faces " I thought you two would be smarter than this" The marine laughs trying to keep the cage out of the swordsman's reach. The swordsman smiles after finally getting a hit in, slicing the marines cheek but to his surprise the man's hand brushes against the swordsman arm, the cut disappearing of his face as a stinging sensation runs over Zoro's cheek. Blood trickles down the green haired man's cheek as he swings again this time going for the cage, the marine dodges before kicking Zoro in the face sending him a few steps back. Sanji had a theory about what was going on so runs over to the swordsman stopping him from going back into the fight as the marine backs up with a small laugh. "He's a devil fruit user" The cook states after earning a pissed off look form Zoro who didn't like the blonde stepping in and already knew that for a fact but this wasn't a good time to argue with him.

The marine laughs letting a big smile show as he steps back a bit more in case the two decide to attack him again "Oh wow so one of you does have a brain" The marine mocks while shaking the cage a little to stop the snake from biting it and trying to get at his fingers "I have the Transfer-Transfer Fruit... anything you do to me i can send right back to you or to someone else" Zoro growls hating that he can't land a blow on this guy and actually hurt him, he thought about just going for the kill but if Sanji was anywhere close there's a chance he could transfer it to the cook. "So thats how Y/n got hurt" Sanji sighs lighting up a cigarette, it still didn't fully make sense since the guy managed to trap you in your own head or something but that didn't matter now, they had to get your snake back "I was wondering since she wasn't actually here to answer may questions maybe you two could? I would have liked to get to know her a little before she dies but- " The marine smiles quite relaxed knowing he has the upper hand, Zoro growls though running at the man despite Sanji trying to stop him the marine dodging fighting back this time with punches and kicks while trying to keep the cage out of reach. Sanji growls trying to find an opening that want get the both of them hurt, he couldn't stand by anymore and let Zoro have all the fun.

Soon finding an opening the cook runs over lighting his foot on fire and jumping into the air bringing his leg down managing to surprise the marine who didn't have much time to react other than raising his arm in defense. The marine screams out unable to move his hand to touch one of them as Zoro swings his sword at the cage slicing it in half and grabbing your snake as it falls out. The two jump back as the marine shoves his arm to the floor letting the damp concrete help put out the fire burning his arm. Zoro holds your snake close as it hisses in pain from his touch but makes no attempt to bite him not wanting to hurt the swordsman "Sorry buddy, just hang in there" Zoro whispers as Sanji joins his side grabbing the swordsman's arm and making a move towards the door "We should go" Sanji pleads with his eyes that Zoro won't argue and just follow him, he didn't want to risk you or your snake getting hurt anymore "Your not going anywhere Vinsmoke" The marine pants yelling out in anger as he holds his arm close to his chest. Hearing the name Sanji stops in his tracks, he hates that last name and doesn't go by it anymore but hearing it still reminds him of his past and what he had to go threw. "Lets go" Zoro whispers not wanting the marine to get the upper hand but the marine already seemed to have a hold the cook and soon he has a hold of Zoro with his question.

The marine smiles seeing he has the cook's attention "Why would she date a Vinsmoke? After what your family did to her and her home i though she would hate you" The man smiles making the cook pant a little not understanding why the marine is saying all this, you would have said something if this was all true, right? "W-What?" Sanji can't help but ask managing to snap Zoro out of his state of shock and grab the cooks hand "Lets go now" The swordsman tries to start moving only for the marine to lock eyes with Sanji and smile "Cozia" The name sends a spike through the cook's heart remembering that day and what his family did. Zoro stops in his tracks too, there were a lot of rumors about that island and the battle that took place there, no one knew for sure what happened since the people who live there never leave the island and since it's a privet place no one is aloud on without permission. The island of Cozia was attacked over 13 years ago by Germa 66, they were looking for something but different people say different things about what happened, Some say that the Vinsmoke's got what they wanted and almost killed everyone and everything on that island while others say they didn't get what they wanted but still burned the village and killed people. Either way they did a lot of damage and no one not even Sanji knows the true outcome of that battle.

Your snake wiggles in Zoro's hand trying to get his attention, it knows what the marine is trying to do and just wants to get back to you, it didn't want to hurt the swordsman but it was starting to think about biting him to get the two to snap out of it. "Your family burned her home, killed her people and tried to take something from her home. i wanted to ask her what and if they got it or not so maybe you can tell me... being a Vinsmoke and all" The marines words stab deep, you never told him any of that, how could you love him after what his family did, he's not one of them anymore, but they have put you through hell. "You ever wonder where those snakes come from? I know... I've wanted to meet the thing that blessed her with such a gift, i was hoping she would introduce me since they were both so close but alas, it seemed your family took that away from her too" Sanji lets out a shaky breath his eyes widen with shock making Zoro growl wanting to shut the marine up the swordsman runs at the man, he didn't think just swings his sword down trying to stop the marine from talking. This man hurt the two people he loves the most something he can't ignore or forgive. "Zoro don't" Sanji yells out being snapped out of his thoughts and trying to run over to stop the swordsman, but he isn't fast enough. Zoro pants glaring at the Marine who stays stood and perfectly unharmed despite the green haired man slashing him across the chest.

A loud pained hissing noise hits the swordsman's ears forcing his eye away from the smiling marine to see your snake withing in pain with the marine's gloved finger touching its chest where a long cut slices through its skin. Zoro's eyes widen as the marine pulls his hand away from the wiggling and almost screaming snake but the marine smiles at the green haired man taking in the look of shock and realization "Well if my plants didn't kill her, i'm sure that did" Sanji's eyes widen at the marine's words but it sparks a burning fire of rage in him, rushing over before the man can react Sanji kicks the marine in the face as hard as he can send the man flying back and through the brick wall. Zoro couldn't take his eyes off your snake as it hissed and wiggled in pain, its tail clinging onto the swordsman's thumb for some kind of comfort, cursing under his breath the swordsman holds your snake close to his chest unable to comprehend what just happened. Sanji glares as the marine who tries to get back up shoving pieces of brick off of him, lighting his foot on fire the cook kicks one of the pants setting it on fire, curing the pants connecting to it and around it to also catch on fire. "No" The marine yells standing up out of the rubble his hand covering half of his bleeding face. Sanji grabs Zoro pulling him out of the burning room and up the stairs as the fire speeds, his fire hot enough to sizzle the water on the floor and reaching high enough to catch the wooden beams on fire.

The swordsman soon snaps out of his own head being pulled up the long stair's by Sanji soon making it to the top and heading back the way they came, the fire bellow starting to make its way up the stairs gripping onto anything it can in order to spread and grow. "Shit... what have i done?" Zoro asks still trying to wrap his head around what happened while his eyes look over the passed out snake in his hand, its head laying on his chest as it tries to breath. Sanji shakes his head while running down the hallways trying to remember the way to the exit "It's not your fault" the cook grits his teeth feeling guilty since if he didn't freeze then Zoro wouldn't have lashed out "We need to get back, the snakes still here so that means Y/n's still alive... you didn't kill her, now come on" The cook yells getting the swordsman to finally pick up his feet and start running instead of being pulled along, a sense of relief washes over the green haired man, you did tell them that if you die your snakes will disappear in some way so since its still here you must be too. "I'm so sorry" Zoro whispers to your passed out snake but also to you, he didn't mean for this to happen, he was supposed to get your snake back not kill it or you.

Robin sat by your side as Chopper sat at his desk trying to make an antidote to the poison with two books laying open in front of him. The other crew members where either off at the marine base or keeping a look out, poor Usopp came back a little while ago to a big mess after trying to get some new plant's for his bullets and now was on high alert and slightly panicking as he kept watch over the ship. "The cure for this poison is kinda complicated" Chopper sighs airing his concern as he mashes the sea kelp into a paste before adding some other medication and pills crushing them too "I know you can does it Chopper's, your the best doctor i know" Robin smiles turning to look at the reindeer whose cheeks turn bright red while swaying side to said "Don't praise me, it doesn't make me happy at all" Robin lets out a small laugh before turning back to your sleeping form. The ice packs under your arms had to be replaced a while ago but your fever is under control now, your muscles still twitch in your red arm while the sores and bumps that litter your arm spreading to your chest show no sigh of fading away. Chopper did a good job stopping the spread of the poison but you still needed the antidote. The doctor puts the paste into a glass and fills it with water steering it well before sticking a needle in and collecting as much as he can, making his way over to the bed Robin helps him up and watches as Chopper injects the green liquid into your bad arm. A groan of pain leaves your lips but you don't wake up or make any attempt to move your arm, Robin sighs while placing a hand on your head stoking your hair lightly to try and reassure you in some way.

Once done Chopper sits on the end of the bed looking you over as the black haired woman keeps stroking your hair "It should start working in the next few minutes but I'll take a while for her to recover fully" The doctor sighs wiping his tired eyes, Robin gives the reindeer a smile before placing her hand on his leg "Take a nap, I'll look after her" Robin's soft voice was hard to say no too so Chopper nods laying down and letting his eyes close while drifting off to sleep. As the minutes ticked by your breathing got a lot better, no more wheezing or heavy breathing trying to catch your breath and your skin started to cool down on its own. Robin noticed the goose bumps appearing on your arms so took the large ice bags away happy that your body is able to regulate its own temperature again, your twitching arm started to slow down, only once in a while making your fingers move while your arm relaxed. Things seemed to be going well until you suddenly wake up screaming in pain making Robin jump a little and Chopper panic being woken up from his nap, red starts to seep threw your shirt as your hands grab at your chest and stomach. Robin and Chopper rush to pull your shirt up seeing a large bleeding slash wound going from your right shoulder to your left hip, despite not knowing where it came from or why it happened the two get to work on trying to stop the bleeding and taking care of the wound. Gasping in shock and pain you watch the two work while trying to hold pressure on your chest and shoulder.

The door to the medical room slams open Usopp running in to see what all the yelling and screaming is about but stops when seeing the blood "are we under attack?" the sniper asks but Robin shakes her head while holding pressure on your stomach all while trying to talk you through the pain and keep you awake for now. You managed to stop screaming out in pain but you couldn't help any groan or slight yell when ever you or Robin moved or shifted on the cut. Jumping off the bed the doctor runs over to his medical box grabbing needles and thread and medication "Usopp take over from Y/N" Chopper yells grabbing as many bandages as he can carry before running back over and hopping up onto the bed. Usopp jumps at the command not fully understanding what to do but soon notices your hand holding your shoulder and chest, the sniper rushes over and grabs some of the pads that Chopper hands out holding them to the slash wound letting your arms relax. The doctor pushes some drugs into your system to help with the pain making you feel kinda dizzy and light-headed as he gets to work trying to stitch wound closed. "Why does this keep happening?" You whine out trying not to push the three of them off of you, the pain was dulled a little but with every stitch or shift of pressure it sent a wave of pain through your body. "I'm sorry Y/N. I'm sure Zoro and Sanji are doing everything they can" Robin keeps a calm soothing voice trying to help keep you grounded but you raise an eyebrow at her suddenly realizing that your two boys aren't here.

Worry flows through you wonder if there ok and where they are. "What?" you ask focusing on the back haired woman instead of the pain, Usopp looks over your wound his eyes widening as his mind works seeming to figure out who caused this slash. "They went after your snake, they wanted to help" Robin answers but turns to look at Usopp who gulps and shakes a little, her eyes telling him not to say anything but you can already tell what the sniper is thinking. It doesn't matter if this was caused by Zoro, you know he would never intentionally hurt you and this also means that your snake is alive, its most likely in pain but at least it's still with you and you have faith that your boys will bring it home to you. "It was a trap" you sigh looking up at the ceiling trying to calm your breathing down "I don't know how but when he grabbed my snake it was like i was actually there with him" You whisper feeling tired but for some reason you felt the need to inform the others of what happened, Robin places a free hand on your hand trying to comfort you "There is no log pose or poneglyph, he set up those rumors to get us there" Squeezing your hand Robin shushes you watching as your breathing goes back to normal "It's ok Y/n, once everyone's on the ship we'll just leave" Usopp sighs trying to keep pressure on your shoulder while you lay back trying to relax and let them work.

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kookslastbutton · 2 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: "Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?

Pairing: husband!taehyung x wife!reader

AU/genre: smut, fluff, angst, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: explicit sex, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, car sex, make-up sex, foreplay, vaginal fingering, impreg kink, breastplay, daddy kink, tiny bit of edging, biting, big dick!taehyung, arguing at first bc reader is pissed at Taehyung

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A/N: I don't know what to say expect don't throw your only means of directions out the window! But I guess it's not so bad with Tae ;) thank you so much to @cherrysoulth for being my beta 💜💜

"I cannot believe you!" Arms crossed, you glare at your newlywed husband from the drivers seat.

"Baby," Taehyung voice struggles to be soothing. "We're gonna be fine. Calm down."

"Will you stop saying that? It's not fine!" You grit your teeth before continuing, "We are trapped in god knows where with no cell service and look, the gas tank is on E. What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I-I was trying to do something romantic okay?! I just thought it would be a nice idea to go off beat a little."

"And that meant throwing the only directions we have out the window? That genius idea really got my heart pounding Tae. Oh, how much I love thee."

"Y/n, you're overreacting. Like I said, we're gonna be-"

"Shut. Up!" Unbuckling your seat belt you open the passenger door of the car and jump out.

"Where are you going? Get back in here."

"We can't stay here Tae. We need to find help." You adjust the bottom of your dress.

Sighing, your husband looks out the windshield before glancing back at you. "Sweetheart, look around. It's almost dark . Where are we going to go?"

"I don't know but I'm not sitting here and arguing with you." You grab your bag from the armrest and slam the door.

Taehyung lands a harsh hit to the steering wheel with his palm before unbuckling himself to follow after you.

After ten steps, heavy droplets of rain begin pouring down on both of your heads. Wonderful, you think with clenched fists, Three cheers for the happy couple.

Eyes burning with frustration, you turn around and tread back to your rental car. Taehyung unlocks the doors and you both jump in. A solid 7 minutes pass with neither of you saying anything. You stare out the passenger window, observing the current gloominess of mother nature. Hmm, maybe she's pissed at your husband too.

"I'm sorry," your husband suddenly murmurs.

"As you should be. I told you not to do it. Look at the situation we're in now."

"Baby, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I figured after following the GPS everywhere it might be relieving to do our own thing for a while. Yes, we got ourselves in some trouble but I say we think of this as something we'll laugh about years down the road. This type of stuff happens to people all the time, so let's not worry too much."

Turning your face away from the glass, you throw a slight scowl his way.

How can he be so nonchalant about this?

Ignorant to your facial expression, he continues. "I'll tell you a story of when Seokjin and I got lost in the woods. We were on our way back from an 8 mile hike but we ended up following the wrong trail markers. We tried finding a sign with a map on it but we were so far off the path that there weren't any around. So what did we do? We-"

"Tae."

Sensing a hint of threat in your tone, he side eyes you and abruptly closes his mouth. You lean your head back to rest it against the window and exhale.

"So what's the plan?"

"We wait until dawn when it's light out and the skies are hopefully clear. Should be able to able to get out of this mess then."

Having no other alternative, you nod and rest your eyes. One of Taehyung's hands hesitantly moves towards your own. It faintly brushes against your wrist before gently resting over your knuckles.

"Sorry again," he breathes.

Thirty minutes pass and you'd hope to have drifted into a slumber by now, but no. You're mind was still very much awake and running. Irritated, you roll on your side. Taehyung notices your shift and angles his face towards yours. His breath tickles your skin.

"I can feel your stare Tae. Ease up."

"Never. You look like an angel like this."

"Mm, I'm a sleepless angel then." You lift your lids. A small shiver traces up your body upon viewing your husband's handsome face near your own.

"Are you still mad at me?" He swallows softly.

Eyes lingering on him, you notice he looks like a wounded puppy. Maybe you should ease up too. You sigh and raise the corners of your mouth into a half smile. "I guess not as much as before. But no more throwing directions out of the window."

"I won't—I love you."

"I love you too. Did you sleep?"

He shakes his head in denial. "I couldn't."

"Too bad…I think we're going to be bored for a while then."

"Not necessarily, we just need to think of a way to distract ourselves."

Curious you raise an eyebrow. "Like?"

"Game."

"Eh, I'm not really in the mood for that."

"Jokes."

"Do you have one?"

He thinks for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Not really."

"Any other ideas, husband?"

He wets his lip and give you the look. You squint at the expression. He wasn't wanting to—shit he was.

Lips parting, you smile in disbelief. "We're not having sex. Not happening."

"And why shouldn't it?"

"Because this is a rental car Tae."

"So, we'll have to be careful." Leaning closer, he sneaks a hand up your thigh. It glides underneath the skirt of your dress and rests firmly on your lower hip. "I know it's relatively tight in here, but we'll make it work. Just like our first time, huh?"

"I-I said no. Besides, didn't we just have sex this morning?"

"Yeah but it's our honeymoon. We can have sex ten times a day if we want."

"Huh, you wish! I think you'd get me pregnant by then."

A grin spreads like oil on his face. Dammit, you just teased it, didn't you? If there's one thing you knew about your husband it's that he wanted a baby real quick. Two babies. Maybe more if he was lucky.

"You know sweetheart, now that we're married," he starts. "Totally devoted to each other. We should think about having a—"

"Stop!" You cut in anxiously.

Taehyung chuckles, "Fine, but eventually we should talk about it. I guess for now we can keep exploring our interests, starting with us hopping in the back seat."

"I think I already gave you an answer, didn't I?"

"Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

"No means no. Haven't you learned your lesson already regarding your little GPS incident?"

"Of course I have and I feel terrible about it, along with my dick. All we both want to do now is make it up to you. We're very kind you know. Extremely selfless."

"Oh god stop talking like that. And excuse me Mr. Kim but your dick is the furthest from kind. I can't count how many times it's-mrph!"

Unable to restrain himself further, he seals his lips against your own. It's demanding but warm. Shocks of electricity sweep through your body with every move. It starts at the top of your head and reaches down to the tips of your toes. His tongue breaks through the seam of your lips a few heartbeats later, causing a moan to escape.

"Let's get in the back Mrs. Kim," he mumbles between kisses. You feel him tug the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. A delicious sensation awakens within your core when his slender fingers brush against your clit.

"You're playing dirty."

"Yeah, and it's making you wet isn't it?"

Adding pressure, he traces small circles around the sensitive area before pushing the tips of his fingers into your folds. You mewl at the intrusion. You think he'll sink them all the way in but he doesn't, stopping half-way.

You fight the urge to give in but your lower region was screaming for relief. "More, Taehyung, please."

He smiles against your lips. "Get in the back and I will."

Fisting his shirt, you force him off your lips. "Alright," you agree. "But we're only doing this once."

"You mean so much to me baby. I'd marry you over and over again," he breathes, running his hands along your bare skin. He trails from your shoulder and down to your breasts. They're cool at first but a fire sets in when he presses into your breasts with his palms. Your buds peak in arousal at the contact. He rolls them between his fingers a few times before gently grazing down your sides. You close your eyes and sink into the euphoric pleasure, knowing you belonged to him.

Eventually a hand slips down to your throbbing heat. As his fingers push into you, a ripple of satisfaction rushes through your veins. "Daddy," you gasp softly.

"Mm already?" His fingers pump into you allowing the pressure in your core to build. "I remember the first time you called me that."

You smile, recalling the event. "That's a day your dick wasn't kind at all. I think you took me about three times that night."

"Oh no you don't. I recall asking you if you wanted to stop after the first round but you refused. You were the one that wanted to go again and again."

Unable to deny it, you bite down on your lip.

"None of that," he scolds. Your eyes flutter open at the slight change in tone. You feel your pulse pick up as he begins moving faster in you, curling his fingers in the process.

"Ahh, Taehyung. Fuck." You tilt your head back, bathing in the feeling of being torn apart.

"I love seeing you like this you know. So pretty, just for me. Do you have any idea how wet you are right now?"

"I-I have an idea," you barely mutter.

In a matter of moments you feel the knot within your core burst free. Taehyung's fingers extract from within you, making you tilt your head up. Upon viewing your husband again, you watch as he raises his fingers to his lips. They were dripping with your cum but not for long.

"I told you it'd be fine if we were careful, huh?" Taehyung sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off completely. "Open your legs a bit more for me," he urges. When you do he crawls closer to you and presses the tip of his length to your sex. Upon easing it in, you both moan. Finally.

"Fuck. You're so perfect baby. So fucking perfect and you're all mine."

He starts at a slow pace but they quicken with every thrust. Your body jolt against his as the friction increases.

"This feeling good?"

"Urghh, it does da-daddy. Oh god, maybe this was a pretty good idea. Us doing this."

"Must be kissing your cervix pretty damn right then hm? Who knows maybe we'll do this ten times a day after all." He pushes deeper in you, causing you to grip tightly on his shoulders.

"Taehyung," you gasp. "Do you realize—how big your dick actually is? I can barely last as long as I do now, let alone ten times a day."

Smirking, he bends down and presses his lips against the curve of your neck. He nips at it gently before licking a steady stipe up to your jaw. You let out a sharp whine. After a couple of more rough thrusts, you start clenching.

"I'm almost there, Tae. I'm gonna come soon. Just another minute maybe."

"Me too. Can you wait a bit more though? I'll meet you." He grunts and draws his length out from you before slamming it back in. You scream at the motion.

"Arghhh Taehyung, I don't think I can hold it now!"

"Alright I got you baby." Desperately trying to unbind the cord in both your bodies, your husband continues to work in you. The bundle of nerves in you threatens to snap with every push. When his dick begins to twitch, his thrusts get sloppy.

"Argh fucking hell!" He groans hotly. " I'm just about there, fuck!"

"Come in me daddy, come on," you egg. "Wanna feel you cover me inside. Maybe give me a baby too. Don't you want that? Huh?"

"Fuck yeah I want that. You know I wanna put a baby in you so bad. Knowing you're the one carrying my child, shit, makes me feel so satisfied. I love you so much, oh god."

"Do it, do it Taehyung. Fill me up and make me round just like you've always wanted. I know you have it in you. Fucking give it to me Taehyung. Just d—argh Taehyung!!"

"Fuck baby!"

Finally coming together, you both pant with relief. A couple of minutes pass before you feel him pull out of you. His length shines with your arousal. You feel yourself heat up again.

"Well that was pretty hot." You hear your husband say.

"Definitely."

"About that baby though-"

"I'm on the pill Tae."

"Ah, okay—my impreg kink slipped out again."

"Oh it always does, Mr. Kim." Your eyes twinkle with amusement. "But its sexy."

"Shit, I wanna go again."

"Already?"

He nods. "Want you to get on my dick and ride me this time."

You contemplate for a second. Springing up from your lounged position you eagerly crawl up on his lap. A smirk on both your faces.

Yeah, the car rental people probably won't like you both after this. It got pretty messy by the time everything was said and done…four rounds later. But you we're trapped in love and it felt like robbery to cut yourself short.

When the morning comes, it'll all fall into place—or you'll never let Taehyung drive again—or touch the GPS. Ever.

A/N: I'm so pleased that you'd come read my fics and do hope that you will find some joy in them. That said I'd really love to hear your feedback more than anything. It helps me grow as a writer and put out more fics for you all to enjoy 💕 thank you

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#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts au #taehyung angst #fic:tildeathdouspart #btswritersclub #kookslastbutton

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audhd-nightwing · 5 months

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fic idea i will probably write at some point:

when toph goes after zuko after his terrible introduction (hello, zuko here) he still startles and burns her feet but instead of running away he immediately rushes over and starts fussing over her, picking her up and treating her burns

he lays her down on his bedroll and gets his first aid supplies. he’s kind of an expert at dealing with burns. aside from the obvious, he was often burned during his childhood while training to fight with bending. it was why he was so fond of the dao swords, something he was much better at

he doesn’t realize he’s been talking aloud until the girl (does he know her name yet??) pointedly coughs after he trails off. he shakes the thoughts away and warns her the balm he is about to apply will sting at first.

he surprised when she fists a hand in his shirt, hissing in pain as the medicine does its job. he wraps it and moves onto her other foot, repeating the process. once he’s done, she looks in his direction quizzically

“it’s… numb,” she says, surprised. zuko smiles and explains

“it numbs the pain and heals the burn simultaneously. you should feel better in the morning after a good nights sleep, but you should still reapply it so it stays that way, okay?” he asks. she nods and then seems to debate asking something, before speaking

DISCLAIMER i know nothing about medicinal herbs/balms so this is 100% made up

“the others tried to describe you to me when i asked… pretty much all i got was ‘ponytail jerk with a shaved head and a burn on his face’ and obviously that’s not really a great description…” she trails off. zuko laughs softly

“if it makes you feel better, the ponytail is long gone. my hair is long enough to mostly cover the burn, too…” he replies

she nods thoughtfully before hesitantly lifting her hand towards his face, stopping a few inches away.

“um… you can say no, of course. but if it’s okay, can i touch your face? it’s how i see people,” she explains quietly. zuko flinches back slightly before thinking about it. her hands are so… small. and she hasn’t hurt him (yet).

the last person who touched his face was Uncle, helping zuko apply the burn salve after a bad day (the scar tended to hurt more if he was upset or angry… which was often). he had been so careful, it made zuko feel cherished.

he lets out a breath and agrees

the grin he receives is probably worth his discomfort

he closes his eyes and feels her small hands trace his face. she hums to herself as she maps it out in her head. zuko can feel calluses, likely from her earthbending, and laughs when she runs a hand through his hair, whispering “just checking”

they both quiet once she’s explored his entire face aside from the scar. she seems hesitant, so zuko nods slightly, reassuring her.

he cant really feel the hand tracing his burn. that area has been numb since his father…

he’s used to it. her hand on the other side of his face, keeping his head steady, is grounding and he releases some of the tension that had built in his shoulders when she traced the edge of the scar

she lets out a tiny gasp, and zuko can feel hair being pulled back from his ear- or what’s left of it. the burn had reached the appendage and a bit of his scalp. luckily his long hair was able to easily cover it. thinking back on his days wearing the symbol of the banished, having the entire thing exposed, makes him feel sick.

she finally drops her hands and when zuko opens his eyes (when had he gotten teary?) she’s sitting back across from him.

they sit in thoughtful silence for a while before toph snaps her fingers in recognition

“oh yeah, are your eyes really gold?” she asks

zuko finds it odd that the group had even noticed his eye color, but confirms her question

“cool,” she grins and zuko can’t help but smile back. she eventually scoots over on the bed roll and demands zuko sit next to her (and who is he to say no?)

they spend the next couple of hours talking. zuko finds out toph also comes from high society, and they bond over the stupid rules they were forced to learn and such.

toph doesn’t ask how he got the scar, but she does ask about it.

“can you hear at all in this ear? and are you able to see with this eye?”

he allows her these questions because she’s one of the only people who can understand what it’s like

“not very well, but enough to get by. as for my eye… it’s mostly blurry and i can’t open it past a squint. honestly, everyone was surprised it hadn’t lost all function,” he explains

she studies him thoughtfully before replying

“is that why you have two swords?”

zuko blinks. he hadn’t ever actually thought of it like that, since he was already using them before getting banished. but it makes sense. he shrugs

“maybe subconsciously?” he says, and she laughs at his uncertainty. he can’t help but smile at the sound

#excerpt from a fic i’ll probably write #eventually #they are siblings #this is NOT a ship post #atla #a:tla #zuko #toph beifong #atla zuko #toph atla #prince zuko #zuko and toph #<< the fact that there’s no tag for them makes me so sad #toph deserved a life changing adventure with zuko #he has those Older Brother instincts #toph is his little sister #aang is also his little brother

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aetherdoesthings · 4 months

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Can I request some sanji x princess reader that he first met when her family was visiting Germa to negotiate trade or something when he was still a Prince and then they met again when he is with the straw hats please? Or if that is to much general hcs would be ok aswell

hello anon! one sanji x princess reader coming right up.

forethoughts: i just finished eneis lobby and moving onto thriller bark, so i know nothing about WCI and Germa and the Vinsmoke family at all, so this I'm just going off on Sanji x princess!reader of another kingdom.

notes: try and guess where i got Y/N's kingdom name 🤭. mostly fluff, just two friends reconnecting over not seeing each other for too long. tried to put romance in there but it kinda just turned out to be platonic love instead. apologies if you wanted romantic love.

It was a normal day on the Sunny. Nami had spotted a new island on the horizon and they were going to go there to check it out. Everyone was excited. Luffy was ready to raid the island’s food, Nami was going to mark it on her maps, Chopper would gather some new herbs to add to his medical collection, and Sanji would fight Luffy, taking the food the island had to offer and store it for another day. While they were all going to do what they wanted to do with the new island, another thing was in store for them.

The moment all the Straw Hats (except for Robin, who offered to stay behind to guard the ship) stepped foot on the island, a shrill scream for help echoed through the entire island like a soundwave. Everyone immediately was on their guards, ready for a fight. But not Sanji. When Sanji heard the scream echo through the island, he immediately abandoned the group, sprinting towards the sound, a feeling of worry and nostalgia hitting him.

Searching the forest, he found you surrounded by a group of pirates. Your hands were chained, face dirty and clothes ripped. Sanji took his lighter out from his jacket pocket and a fresh cigarette. He lit the cigarette, placing it in between his teeth as he took a step towards the pirates. He could feel Diable Jambe activating by the way his legs started to burn with anger, the fire in him intensifying.

Oh, those pirates were in for a fun time with Sanji. One, someone-a group of bad pirates-harmed a girl, presumably kidnapping her and chaining her. Two, they had hurt someone Sanji knew.

“Flambage Shot!” With only two kicks, all the pirates went down unconscious if not dead. Once he was sure all the pirates were down, he approached you, kneeling down to break your chains.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him.

“I could ask you the same thing, Y/N. Are you alright?” Sanji helped you up.

“I’m okay. Still, what are you doing here? You’re quite far from Germa.”

“I can still say the same for you.”

“Oi! Sanji!” The two of you turned your heads towards the sound. The rest of the Straw Hats had finally caught up.

“Who’s that?” Luffy asked.

“Luffy, don’t tell me you don’t know who that is?” Nami slapped the back of Luffy’s head.

“Eh? Is she famous or something?”

“Luffy, that’s Princess Y/N from the Lunge Kingdom!”

“Never heard of it.”

“LUFFY!”

“It’s alright.” You spoke up. “It’s quite a small kingdom, it’s not very well known. Nonetheless, it is still a kingdom that’s prospering.”

You turned your head towards Sanji, who had a hand around your shoulder, letting you lean against him. “Sanji-kun, do you know them?”

“Sanji-kun?” The girl called Nami turned towards you. “Do you know Sanji?”

“Yes. Sanji-kun, what are you doing with pirates? Are you a pirate too?”

“Well… it’s a very long story. I’m sure we can talk about it over lunch.” Sanji replied, a sheepish look on his face.

“And why are you smoking?! It’s bad for you!” You swatted the cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it onto the ground and stomping on it. All the Straw Hats let out an audible gasp at your action. No one ever dared get in the way of Sanji and his smoking habits. Sure, they had their opinions on it, but no one really acted out.

“Alright, alright. Fine. Do you want my delicious potato paille that you love?” He led you away from the rest of the Straw Hats, leading you towards the Sunny.

Your eyes gleamed with hunger, a wide smile on your face. “Yes! I would love to have your potato paille! C’mon, walk faster! I wanna eat your food!”

“Alright, alright.” Sanji chuckled, suddenly swooping your legs up as he sprinted towards the ship, carrying you bridal style.

“SANJI!!!!!”

“So you’re a pirate now?” You asked him, watching him move around the kitchen, every one of his move filled with elegance.

“Yes. I am the cook of the Straw Hat Pirates.” Sanji answered.

“Wow. I mean, I never expected you to be a pirate, but at least you’re still pursuing your cooking passion.” “Indeed.”

“How did you even meet the Straw Hat Pirates?”

“Well, I used to work in Baratie, being a chef there. Then Luffy, Zoro, Nami and Usopp stumbled their way into the restaurant. Luffy saw me and saw that I could cook, and asked if I wanted to join his crew. Initially, I said no, but he ‘refuse my refusal’. Eventually, Don Krieg attacked, Mihawk showed up, and I decided to leave Baratie. Zeff was in good hands, and I wanted to find the All Blue.”

“Wow. You’re still after that all these years later?”

“Of course. I will be the person to find the All Blue.”

“And I know you will, my dear prince.” Your smirk widened when a tint of red was visible on Sanji’s cheeks.

“Yeah?” He said, regaining his composure. “What about you, my dear princess? How did you find yourself being held hostage by a group of pirates?”

You dipped your head, staring at the wooden table. “Well, Lunge isn’t doing well these past years. Germa stopped working with us, so we had to find other means for trade imports and exports. I thought that if I could find a temple with treasure in it, or a buried treasure, then I could bring enough gold to support my kingdom. I did find some gold on that island, but the pirates got there too, and I’ve never fought a group of people before.”

“Oh. I see. I’m sorry about Lunge’s condition. If there’s anything I can do to help, you know I would do it in an instance.” Sanji walked towards you, placing a gourmet plate of potato paille in front of you.

“I appreciate it, Sanji-kun. Thank you for the food!” You picked up a fork, immediately going town on the food like you haven’t eaten in days.

“Of course, Y/N. Anything for you.” Sanji took a seat across from you, admiring you forking down the food he had cooked just for you, just the way you liked.

“Remember when we were young? Whenever your family came over to talk to…the people in Germa, we would always sneak out of the palace and sneak into the woods, so we could pretend we’re ‘camping and stalking our prey’?” Sanji brought up. You stopped chewing for a while, as the memory played back in your head. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at that memory.

“Those were fun times, wasn’t it?” You smiled, reminiscing about the past. “I’m so glad to have run into you, Sanji-kun. For one, I probably would’ve died if you didn’t come to save me, and I love seeing my childhood best friend all grown up and doing what he loves.”

“I love seeing my childhood best friend all grown up and doing what she loves.” Sanji responded, tapping your nose with one finger. You giggled at his touch, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Why do you always do that to me?” You asked through giggles.

“Because you always laugh when I do. And your laughter is adorable.” Sanji responded.

“You really are a gentleman, you know that?” You looked at him in the eyes, smiling at him.

“I strive to be one.”

“And that’s what I love about you, my dear prince.”

The two of you smiled at each other, staring into each other’s eyes, slowly being lulled into each other’s gaze.

“You know, Y/N, you should stay here for a while.” Sanji proposed.

“I wish I could, but I can’t be seen with the Straw Hat Pirates. It wouldn’t be good for my kingdom.” “You won’t ever have to worry about that. All you have to do is just sit back and relax as we’ll go to Lunge to drop you off.”

“Really? You’d do that?”

“I’d do anything for you, my dear princess~” He leaned closer to you, whispering the last three words into your ear. Sanji stood up, taking your empty plate and putting it in the sink as he turned on the faucet.

You sat there, your cheeks flushed and jaw agape. When reality came back to you, you relaxed your shoulders, putting your arms on the table as you watched your childhood best friend wash the dishes, humming a nonexistent song to himself. Memories the two of you shared flooded your head, bringing a smile onto your face as you watched the boy who you once considered a stranger grow up to be the best friend you’ve ever had.

#one piece #op #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #straw hat pirates #aetherasks

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snailor-bee · 7 months

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Law x G!Reader / SFW / 1.4k Summary: The captain really didn't want you to find out, but find out you did.

That he liked... romance manga?

Notes: Written for the @op-xreader-zine! Amazing art by @damagedintellect thanks for letting me write something to go with your art. ;u;

You tried the handle to the captain’s door first.

Everyone knew that Law didn’t like to be interrupted so he frequently locked the door. You’d have to knock to see if he’d let you in. If not—unless it was an emergency—then it was best to try again later.

Finding it unlocked, you walked inside, already talking.

“Captain, I got the map for the next island, and I was wondering if—” You looked up and cut yourself off at the look of pure horror on Law’s face.

He was holding a manga in between long, skinny fingers, the cover bright pink and—despite the fact that you didn’t read them—it would be hard to miss the figures on the front that just screamed ‘romance’.

There was a pregnant pause.

“Should I come back later or…”

“Lock the door,” Law ordered, voice like steel. You swallowed and did as he said. Slowly, he put down the book and motioned you closer.

Feeling trepidation drip down your spine, you did so. Law’s gold eyes burned into you. Though they were normally serious, right now they were intense.

Coming before his desk, you fidgeted. “Captain?”

He said your name and you straightened. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, no one is to hear about this. Am I understood? No one. If I hear anyone snickering around the hallways about this, I will have you removed.”

You nodded quickly. “Yessir! It won’t happen, I’ll keep it to myself!”

“Dismissed.”

Quickly you headed for the door, just as you were opening it to make your escape, you paused and then looked over your shoulder. There seemed to be a faint blush across your captain’s face but it could have just been the light. “Say… even though I won’t mention it to anyone, I also don’t think it’s a big deal? You can like what you like.” You shrugged. “Shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks, right? C’ya later, captain!”

You ducked out of the room before he could reply; heart hammering in your chest as you sped away.

At the next island, Law grabbed you before you could head out with your friends, a hand tightly gripping your inner arm and dragging you away. Everyone watched you go with confused expressions and you whimpered in terror, reaching out for them.

Everyone knew that the captain didn’t go out into town except with a few shipmates—those who had been on the sub the longest and that most definitely didn’t include you.

“W-what’s up?” you asked when he’d led you far enough to be out of earshot of the crew.

“Wanted to show you something,” he muttered under his breath and didn’t elaborate any further.

Finally, he stopped outside of a bookstore, and you barely got to glance at the display before he escorted you inside. His shoulders were hunched over as if he didn’t want to be seen as he silently led you to a corner.

Manga lined the walls there, but it was clear where the romance section started, the covers all bright and colorful. He eyed the shelves before pulling one down.

“Did you mean what you said the other day, y/n-ya?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah of course!”

“Then maybe you can do me a favor…?” he trailed off meaningfully.

“Sure!” You didn’t know what it was, but you figured it couldn’t be that bad, right?

He held up the manga book in front of him. “I’m collecting these, but I’m missing volumes. Would you help me?”

You stared at the cover, some dude leaning against the wall while a girl blushed as they stared at each other. It took a moment for the request to permeate. “Uh… what?”

“Check if bookstores have them when we stop at an island. I’d pay you, for the cost and the time of course.”

“And why not… do it yourself?”

Law shifted, looking slightly uneasy. “It’s embarrassing,” he confessed at last. “You’re a girl, it wouldn’t be as weird if you’re buying them.”

You opened your mouth to argue, already offended by the statement before he held up a hand. “Y/n-ya, I literally have ‘death’ tattooed across my knuckles.” Your lips twisted into a frown and you crossed your arms.

“So what! You like a girly series, who cares?”

He made his own displeased face at your phrasing. “I have a certain… reputation.” You tapped your foot, unimpressed. Law sighed. “Look, I’d appreciate it, okay? It’s just uncomfortable for me. When people find out, they normally laugh and crack jokes. You were the first person who… didn’t.”

Immediately, your irritation melted away and you heaved your own sigh, unfolding your arms. “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll do.”

You watched as Law didn’t quite smile but his lips definitely quirked up. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight; it was rare to see the captain content, let alone happy, especially by something that you had caused.

“Thank you,” he said solemnly.

Which was how you found yourself as a sort of delivery bird. On each island you came to, you went hunting for Shoreleave Passion! much to the amusement of your friends. You didn't explain, besides saying that someone showed it to you, and you liked it enough to keep reading.

Which wasn’t entirely untrue. Apparently, Law figured that you doing his deliveries also meant he now had someone to confide in. So you were up-to-date on the series, despite never reading it (which came in handy whenever someone decided to ask what it was about) but you also got to hear Law’s personal theories and headcanons.

They were… numerous and long. The two of you were spending a fair amount of time together. More than one person had asked if you were dating, as Law met you for dinner or lunch to exchange the book, and then, since you were there already, ate and hung out together or he would pull you into his office for hours-long rundowns of the latest volume.

It was nice though. You found that you didn’t mind. You got to watch as Law’s face lit up in a way you had never seen before and, if you were honest with yourself, all the sudden one-on-one time had you harboring a rather large crush on your captain. But really, who could blame you? Even before you had started spending time with the man, you had thought he was attractive, so getting to know him on a personal level made it far, far too easy to start to like him.

While you were musing walking through the Polar Tang a hand unexpectedly covered your mouth and your eyes widened as you were dragged into a closet, your scream muffled.

“Y/n-ya, calm down, it’s just me,” Law reprimanded, as he held you against his chest until you relaxed. Once he relaxed his grip, you spun around and smacked him in the chest.

“What was that for!” you hissed, and he shushed you.

“People can be walking down this way, keep your voice down.”

You glared at him, and Law cleared his throat, suddenly looking a bit sheepish.

“I heard that the final volume is on the island. At a specific store.” He gave you the directions, and you nodded along, eyes maybe a tad too focused on the curve of his mouth as he spoke. “I also wanted to… thank you, for doing all of this for me.”

That snapped you out of it and your eyes shot up to meet his.

Law held your gaze. “It’s been… nice,” he said slowly. You blinked back. Were the two of you closer? When did that happen? Unconsciously, you licked your lips and watched as his gold eyes tracked the movement.

Butterflies started battering at the sides of your stomach. Law reached out and ran his fingers across your cheekbone, making you fight down a shiver.

“What could I possibly do to thank you for all you've done?” Law went on, his breath ghosting against your lips as he leaned towards you.

You swallowed. “It’s no problem…” Your eyelids fluttered closed at his close proximity, hope beating an erratic tempo in your chest.

When his lips brushed yours, it felt like you could have soared as you gasped and reached out blindly for him, hands burrowing into his shirt.

It was a simple kiss, just your lips pressed together so sweetly that you swore you tasted sugar when he pulled away. You licked your lips again and chuckled weakly.

“Wow,” you said with amazement.

Law smirked. “Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” you confirmed, tugging on his shirt to get him to lean back down. “Kiss me again."

#one piece #one piece x reader #law x reader #bee writes #bee writing #female reader

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sidestep scar map

here's all the physical scar mentions of step's ive discovered so far that aren't choice dependent! (choice dep scars will be in another post). lemme know if i missed any!

edit: hi people from r/hostedgames o/

edit 2 (nov 8th): added some more i missed!

(cw for sh/sui mentions and graphic injury description)

general

"Have you seen me?" You don't bother to hide your sneer. Even with your clothes on, there are enough scars and marks that many people would pay dearly to remove them. (ch 22, argent meetup) Regenerate…the notion is a tempting one; could it work on your tattoos? You've tried cutting and burning, but there's just too much, you'd be scarred and mutilated before you were done, but this…this prototype, could it help you too? (ch 19, etc, regenerator discovery) "What?" A moment's confusion and then—finally—he adds up the dots. His frown deepens, and he looks between your face and your chest, marred by scars and brightly orange tattoos, marking you as other. As not human. "Are you saying that—" (ch 22, flystep apartment scene) "Do you like scars?" you tease, taking one of [Daniel']s hands, tracing it across one on your chest. An ugly one, a remnant from an angry attempt to carve away your tattoos until the drugs couldn't keep the pain at bay any longer. (ch 22, flystep apartment date) It's a slow, circling motion over the small of your back, palm against skin, warm fingers tracing the deep scars you both know are there. And a few that ${he} doesn't. (ch 17, hoots makeout) ${his} hands are running over your skin, over your back. You know ${he}'s tracing scars, the same as you, and having an easier time of it. No fancy hospitals for your body, just your own skills, and no need to make it look pretty. (ch 21, chargestep apartment nsfw)

autopsy (incision) scar(s?)

"I obtained…pictures." He lets out a sigh, rubbing his face. "Classified. Highly classified. I assumed they were from the autopsy." He focuses on you. "Your autopsy." […] "The damage from the fall was horrific…you looked dead. Opened up." (ch 22, steel bar meetup)

legs

You remember that [Psychopathor] fell against the wreckage, and it moved and caused you to scream out loud as it dug into your leg. There's still a scar there somewhere. (ch 2, warehouse fight)

face

"Yeah, things changed. For me." You touch your face without intending to. The thin scars there are the most obvious legacy of your fall, of the window tearing into you like memories. (ch 21, hoots) "I'm not the only one with scars." He rubs the side of his face as he looks at you, and you have to fight not to do the same. You can feel your own face itch with the need to pick at your scars. "Yeah," you admit with a tired sigh. "Looking into the mirror is not fun." For more reasons than one, but you'd be lying if the scars weren't one of them. Bad memories imprinted on your flesh, a reminder of nightmares you can't ever forget. It's interesting, really, the way they see you as another vet. Are you looking out of place enough for that? A helping of scars. The nervous awareness. (ch 22, steel bar meetup)

hands/wrists

"Does it say that the scar on your hand always itches when you're stressed?" (ch 22, flystep apartment date)

"I'm not sure about this," he says, looking down at your scarred hands as if he could read your mind. Soft. Human. He doesn't want to hurt them. (ch 25, post puppet crash step leg rights, chen apartment minddive)

You let Ortega take your hands in [theirs]. Warm. Calloused. Scarred. Just like yours. You can't help but trace the edge of ${his} mods where they break the skin, strangely cool to the touch. (ch 21, trans mc ortega apartment reveal)

You look down at hands so much cleaner than your own. $!{puppet_name} hides all scars. (ch 18, puportega stakeout)

"It feels like they do," you say, scratching one of the scars on your hand a little nervously. "I wish I could tell you, but I can't." […] Your hands are clenched. Hard enough that your knuckles are white. There are a few scars across them, memories of punching things you shouldn't punch. People. Armor. Walls. […] You press two fingers against your wrist, feeling your pulse, feeling the scars. It's a familiar sensation, but instead of the weight pressing against your shields, you feel like a balloon, ready to burst. (ch 17 - finch therapy scene)

arms

tattoo removal attempts

You tried to get rid of them after your first escape. A specialist, suitably coerced. You still have the scar on the inside of your arm where the lasers didn't quite take. Too deep. Something she had never seen before, and she wasn't lying. Almost as if they were regenerating. (ch 15/ch 17, reader regenereveal tag )

You've tried lasers to remove them. You've tried dermabrasion. You even flayed off a piece of your own skin, and while that worked, it left another scar, a deep one. You know it's not possible to do that for your entire body. It's too much surface area; the process would kill you or leave you maimed. Not exactly the life you want. _(ch 15/ch 17, reader regenereveal tag / ch 19, puppet auction)

You tug at your sleeve; it keeps clinging to your sweaty skin. The small hairs on the back of your arm stand on end. The scars are visible now, the ones you made yourself. The ones where you tried to remove them. (chapter 19, argent regene reveal)

"I'm not lying anymore." You very slowly tug your sleeve up, rolling it past the scars, past the places where you tried to obliterate the tattoos, up to where they peek out beneath the fabric. Sharp. Orange. Inhuman. Like you. You look away, regulating your breathing, keeping a straight face as ${mhis} fingertips trace the edges of the design. There's a slight "tsk" at the burn scars that cut them off, no doubt ${mhe} is adding the clues together. […] "I tried to burn parts of them off," you say, […] so ${mhe} doesn't need to ask. "Didn't work too well. Needs third-degree burns, or they'll grow back." "Really?" $!{mhe} bends your arm, and you shift to allow it. "Fascinating." "Flaying works if you cut down to the flesh." Your voice sounds dispassionate even to your own ears, and Dr. Mortum takes a step back with a shocked look on ${mhis} face. "I'd hate to know how you found that out." "Other arm." You tug your sleeve down now that ${mhe}'s stopped touching you. (ch 20, "good" mortum mc reveal at the lab)

Holding your breath, you raise your arm in front of you, watching the pale green hospital robe slip back, revealing the intricate tattoos etched into your skin, broken only by scars. Neon orange. (ch 24, mccrash, revoked legrights)

dog bite

Some [dogs] were kept to guard the perimeter; you got bit once for straying outside. You still have the scar on your arm, a reminder that things that are hurt inevitably turn on each other. (ch 15, 1st boneyard scene)

general arm scars

It's so easy to feel human around ${him}. So easy to ignore the fear. Your sleeves are rolled up to your elbows. Anything more would risk revelations you aren't ready for, but even like this, the scars are enough for conversation. […] *if suitag: The bubbles hide most; you keep them buried deep in the soapy water to make sure ${he} doesn't look. (ch 21, ortega apartment dishes)

sh scars (suitag dep)

The scars on your arms are hidden under your sleeves, and maybe they would be something you could talk about. Something she would expect. A safe revelation of self-harm. *if suitag: Across. Not lengthwise. Your one deal with yourself. Not yet. You have things to finish first." (ch 17, finch therapy scene)

#fh codediving #hopefully this format is useful!#ramblings #fallen hero #sidestep #archival adventures

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