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don’t be a brat, baby | joel miller x f!reader

sequel to relax, baby

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (NO USE OF Y/N)

rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI

wordcount: 7.2k

summary: in a desperate attempt to get back into Joel’s arms, you brave a night at the bar with your coworkers.

series warnings/tags: porn with some plot (oops), explicit smut, unprotected piv, creampie, pet names (princess, baby), language, size kink, praise kink, public sex (kinda), bulge kink, joel and reader being a menace to everyone around them. lmk if I’m forgetting anything!

author's note: thank you so much for all the love on relax, baby! i honestly can’t believe how many people requested a part two. i had so much fun writing this. comments, reblogs, asks, feedback, etc. are SO SO SO appreciated! i swear i don’t bite. 🫶

🖤 dedicated to @nostalxgic forever and always

Monday morning comes both too quickly and not quickly enough.

Declining all invitations from friends over the weekend, you had been all too content to remain in your bedroom, hands shoved down the front of your underwear, the film reel of Joel’s hands on you a constant replay in your mind. Joel’s everything, if you’re being honest.

A mixture of excitement and anxiety coils in the pit of your belly, overflowing into your extremities. You flex your fingers against the steering wheel in an attempt to diffuse some of the nervous energy, but the knowledge that you’re walking — falling — into unknown territory sits at the forefront of your mind.

Can he fire you for fucking in the office? Even if it was him you were fucking?

When you arrive, Joel’s truck isn’t in the lot, but that’s standard for this early in the morning — he’s made it clear he’s not an early-to-rise, early-to-work kind of guy.

There’s some comfort in knowing if he shows up at all, it won’t be until later in the day. The ability to shove off the inevitable strangeness, whatever shape it may take, allows you to actually get out of your car and get moving.

But as you unlock and open the door, the celluloid frames of your memory catch fire — burning the imprint of Joel’s body hovering above yours, the thick ropes of the muscles in his neck drawn taut, into the spaces that burst with color behind your eyelids.

A heated flush creeps across your collarbones, the distinct recognition of arousal blooming in your chest.

You shove the feeling all the way down to your toes, sweeping your gaze across the surface of the desk.

It does look somewhat neater than it had when you’d left, everything stacked in the appropriate piles, the receipt book tucked away in the drawer. Credit where credit is due, you think, wondering how defiled the paperwork actually is, and if Joel would have even noticed.

Settling in to try to determine if any of it is salvageable (it is…regrettably), you do what you can to ignore the pavlovian-like wetness pooling at your core. Just being in the office, being seated in the chair, makes it difficult not to drop your fingers between your thighs at the memory of it. For a split second, you consider if it’s something you could get away with.

Pushing back from the desk, stretching the lengths of your arms against the lip of it, you drop your head back, releasing a long, slow breath. Get it the fuck together. You will not masturbate at work to the thought of your boss. Even if your boss had let slip that he masturbated to the thought of you…

Oh, god.

Caffeine. You need caffeine. Of course you need caffeine, because coffee fixes everything — including your need to have Joel’s cock jammed into the furthest reaches of you as soon as possible.

Grateful for something tangible and decisive, you rush out of the office, barely remembering to lock the door behind you.

Your blood now buzzing with the first few sips of an iced latte, you push the door to the office open with your hip, the already too-hot morning sun pouring into the room around you.

“Mornin’, princess.”

You freeze, fingers gripping the sweating plastic cup in your hand. Cunt throbbing at the deep baritone of his voice, a dull ache pulling across your lower half. The realization that you hadn’t needed to unlock the door dawns on you.

He’s seated at the desk, pushed back with both feet kicked up on the surface of it. Arms bent at the elbow into acute angles, fingers laced behind his head. The sun paints him in a silhouette, hiding his strong, angular features.

If you weren’t practically salivating just from the sight of him, you’d wonder why the fuck he always seemed to need to have his dirty work boots all over your paperwork.

“Joel,” you whisper breathily, “didn’t know you’d be here this early.” Any irritation you feel is washed out by arousal. Goddamnit.

Mechanically, you kick the door closed behind you, the click of the latch settling into your bones.

Joel hums stoically, leaning forward on his elbows.

“Get anythin’ done this mornin’?” he asks, pointedly.

Dragging your lower lip into your mouth with your teeth, you shake your head slowly. The anxiety you’d been feeling all morning flares, threatening to spill over.

Can you file for unemployment if you’ve fucked your boss?

“Nah, me either.” He slaps the palms of his hands spiritedly against the flat of the desk, pushing himself up off the chair. “Been a little…distracted.”

His face relaxes into a dangerous smirk, eyebrow quirked, gaze burning into you.

Arrogant motherfucker.

You plant your free hand on your hip. “Really? Playing the fucking ‘boss’ card?”

“Yeah, I’m playin’ the fuckin’ boss card.”

He laughs, his dark eyes glowing with what you can only call depravity — a commanding acknowledgement of what he knows he’s doing to you. Like he could swallow you whole, if given the chance.

You’d let him, you think.

“Can’t be here long,” he says lowly, eyes roving over you — devouring you. “Have a few sites to be at this week. Only stopped by to make sure everything here was…goin’ okay.”

The invisible addendum hangs in the air between you: to torture you.

His long legs bring him to stand in front of you in just a few short steps, his heady scent all-consuming. Clean, comfortable, him. There are only a few inches of space between your bodies, and the tips of your fingers tingle with a need to run them over the solid plane of his chest. To drag them through his unkempt waves.

His presence is imposing — commanding the room, even when it’s just you inside it. Looking down at you, chin angled, he curls his fingers into the plush of your cheeks. It makes the electricity crackling between the two of you that much more real, the doubt you had earlier melting away beneath his touch.

“Baby,” he growls darkly, leaning in to trace the shell of your ear with his nose, “thought about you all fuckin’ weekend.” His free hand snakes around your waist, dropping to squeeze the flesh of your ass through your shorts. “Looked at that picture ‘f you full ‘f my cum so many times.”

Your eyes widen, pupils dilating at the thought of him jerking off to the thought of you, just like you had him. It’s an almost jealous feeling that rolls through you — how unfair that he got to have a visual reminder of it, when all you had was your thoughts.

But it emboldens you.

“Joel,” you pout, speech lilted by his fingers pressing into your flesh, “don’t want you to leave.” You’re not used to being so forward, but you’re also not used to spending entire weekends giving yourself orgasm after orgasm from memories alone.

He gently pulls his hand away from your mouth, the sting of his grip still firm across your face. He doesn’t let go completely, and dragging your bottom lip with his thumb, he juts his own out in mock sympathy. The speed of your heart picks up.

“I’m the boss, remember, princess? Got shit to do.”

Your cheeks burn, eyes narrowing. A reminder that he can be such a fucking dick.

Catching your expression, he laughs again, before dropping his head to kiss up the length of your neck.

“My poor baby. Has to actually get work done today.” It’s a whisper against the hollow of your throat, sending chills rippling through you.

You’re not that naive, despite the way he has you under his spell.

“Fuck off, Joel.” You push your hand against his solid chest, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he catches your wrist in the smooth palm of his hand, pulling you to meet his mouth. The arm that’s still wrapped around your waist drags you further into his body, and you have to stand on your tiptoes to match the intensity of him crashing his lips to yours.

He doesn’t wait for permission before rolling his tongue against yours, taking everything you have to offer. Tracing up the lines of your neck with the rough pads of his fingers, he wraps the thick length of them just below your ear, tipping your head back with his thumb to open you up for him. As he deepens the kiss, you can taste the robust richness of his morning coffee. You briefly consider what it would be like to be the one to make it for him every day.

It’s easy to lose yourself in him, the hypnotic rhythm of his mouth against yours, so it catches you off guard when he pulls back delicately, large hand still cradling your jaw.

“Really have to go, baby,” he says in a murmur against your mouth.

You whimper against him, but acquiesce by untangling yourself from his grip. The ice in your latte has long melted, and you move to chuck it in the trash next to the desk.

Before you can, Joel shoots one arm out across your chest, nuzzling into you to run his nose along the line of your jaw, up to the curve of your ear.

“Still have the panties I ripped off you,” he purrs. “Filled those with my cum, too.”

The rest of the week is much of the same, except you can’t actually get Joel’s hands on you at all. Even in passing.

He’s in and out of the office, finding and filing paperwork, taking and making phone calls, dropping crumpled receipts into your waiting hands. Business as usual.

Seemingly just as frustrated by it as you are, the most you get is a quick nip to the slope of your shoulder as he argues with a supplier.

“Asshole,” he mouths, pointing to his cell phone with his other hand.

You would be a little less tightly wound if it was just Joel, but it almost never is. There’s a steady stream of his guys dawdling around the office at almost all times, your brother being there most consistently. As if he possesses a sixth sense to crowd you out of any chance at revisiting the best dick you’ve ever had.

On Wednesday, he’s picking his fingernails in the chair across the desk, while you work through a spreadsheet of the past month’s expenditures. Mumbling to yourself, eyes focused on the totals, half-listening to him complain about how expensive a wedding is.

“Adam,” you interrupt, breaking your gaze away from the laptop screen. “Obviously weddings are fucking expensive. If you were gonna bitch about it nonstop, why did you even get engaged?”

A beat of silence.

“Damn, what’s your problem?” he sneers after a moment, brows knitted together in what you can assume is annoyance.

I need to be dicked down by our fucking boss, you think, but roll your eyes at him, instead.

“I’m busy.”

Adam snorts.

“Molly would be pissed to hear you talking about your wedding like that, anyway. I’m just doing her a favor.” The end of your sentence tapers off quietly, as you switch your stare back to the screen.

You are partial to Adam’s fiancée, if not for her bubbly personality, for letting you crash with them between semesters every summer.

“I see where your loyalty lies,” he scoffs, raising himself out of the chair. “Thought we were family.”

“Yeah, Adam, me not letting you talk shit about your upcoming wedding is disloyal,” you respond with a single, hollow laugh, distractedly typing a figure into a blinking cell.

He chuckles, running the toe of his boot along the worn carpet.

“Guys’re goin’ out Friday. I can tell Molly that you two can have a girls night. Drink wine and shit. Since that’s who's back you have.”

Keeping your eyes fixed to the screen, you’re desperate to play it casual, despite the intense prickle of your skin. Will Joel be there?

“Or I could come bug the shit out of you, since you love to do that while I’m trying to work.”

“You’re always invited, princess,” he drawls.“‘M sure the guys would love to see you.”

Every part of your body shudders. Typical Adam, upping the ante of disgusting. You choose to ignore it.

“Your boss usually go to these things?” you ask instead, words measured. You don’t dare glance over at your brother, fearing he’d read the intent all over your face.

But he shrugs, unfazed. “Sometimes. Depends, I guess.”

“On what?” This time you do look at him, but his eyes are fixed on his phone screen, thumb scrolling lazily.

He mumbles something that you don’t catch, obviously distracted by what he’s seeing. Useless.

Knowing he’s moved on from the conversation, you sigh with a certain air of disappointment. You could go, you know, on the off-chance that Joel does show up, but the idea of being there alone with your brother and his work friends makes you wrinkle your nose.

Adam turns to leave, throwing a quick see ya over his shoulder as he pulls the door open.

“Hey! Let me know about Friday!” you call after him, raising yourself up on your arms, a half-assed attempt to make sure he hears you.

He’s already on the other side, door whipping shut behind him.

Aggravated, you sink back into the desk chair, raising your fists to settle your chin on them. You feel like a petulant child, continuously denied the thing you want so bad.

There’s a whole part of you that wants to kick and scream until you get it, until Joel is soothing your angry tears with his mouth pressed to your flesh, smoothing out the knots in your limbs, reaching into the most tender recesses of you to undo you.

Ruined, you think, as you draw your knees together tightly in an attempt to relieve the throb of your cunt.

It’s Friday when you’re eating lunch (the saddest salad you’ve ever seen and the dredges of your iced coffee at the desk) when he texts you.

> J Miller: going w your bro tonite?

Your stomach flips. The restlessness that you’ve been feeling all week suddenly dials up to a 10 — an elastic compulsion that weaves itself into your lungs, your breath catching in your chest.

It’s the first time he’s texted you for non-work related things, which, much to your annoyance, should have been immediately after he made you see stars with his cock.

Either way, you’ve never texted anyone back faster.

> Me: are you?

Logic tells you to play coy, to make him wait, but it’s been an entire week since the cosmic shift of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, and you’re going out of your mind trying to get another one. There’s no use in pretending.

>J Miller: i am if you will b

Dragging your bottom lip between your teeth, you suppress a grin.

It’s starting to look like you’re not the only one who’s ruined.

The bouncer eyes you up and down, and you’re half-tempted to lean over just a little to showcase your cleavage. The stretchy black dress you’re wearing barely covers your ass, but leaves just enough to the imagination.

You have a feeling that Joel will want to tear it off you, too.

“You alone?” the bouncer asks, gaze flicking between your ID and you.

“My friends are inside,” you coo. “Just gotta meet them.”

He grunts, nodding his head and handing you back the flimsy piece of plastic.

“Gimme a shout if anyone gives you a hard time.”

Flashing the biggest smile you can, you shimmy past him, into the dark bar. Inside, the smell of stale beer and spilled liquor meets you, and you scan the bustling space for anyone you know. The first person you spot is your brother, who waves you over, a pint of dark beer in his hand.

You feel sexy, but overdressed. An upscale cocktail bar The Hideout is not.

As you make your way over to the table, you notice a few recognizable faces from work crowded around, a majority of them sweeping their eyes over your form.

“Hey, Princess. Lookin’ good tonight,” jeers a guy you’ve seen around the site. Kevin? Maybe? Or Alex?

You raise your brows at him, lips pursed. You’ve always hated the nickname, but it feels distinctly wrong now, like it belongs to Joel. You’d like to tell him as much, shove it back in his mouth until he chokes.

But Kevin-or-Alex brings his beer to his lips, eyes still roving over you, corners of his mouth upturned in a sneer.

Moving along, brushing it off, you tip your head to the side, begging your brother for a drink with your eyes.

You don’t need to look around the table to know that Joel is at the end of it, because you can feel his stare burning into you. It takes everything in you to not climb over the guys seated next to him so you can settle in his lap, to grind your hips down into his, but the thought certainly crosses your mind. Knowing you can’t meet his eyes without giving yourself away, you take in the bar around you, gaze bouncing from table to table.

Adam tugs you back from the precipice of your reverie by knocking the table with his knuckles and standing from his chair.

“Gotta get the princess a drink,” he explains to his companions, much to the delight of them all gathered around the table. They laugh uproariously, like he’s just told the best joke of the century. Idiots.

Your brother steers you towards the bar with a hand on the small of your back, and you’re careful to sway your hips just enough as you walk away from the cluster of tables, knowing that Joel is watching. Adam sets his arms across the bartop, and you mirror him, trepidation bubbling in your stomach.

“You good?” he asks over the jukebox, currently blaring a Van Halen song.

“Mmhmm,” you reply, gazing at the bottles of liquor behind the bar.

“You never come out with us,” Adam continues, raising a hand to flag down the bartender. “Kinda weird.”

You shrug, cheeks heating at his questioning. “Dunno. Felt like…I should get to know the guys better.”

He angles his body to you, running his palm over his mouth. There’s a playful look in his eyes, one that you know means he sees right the fuck through you. “Ookay, weirdo. The same guys whose necks you want to wring for calling you ‘princess’ on a daily basis?”

“You call me that, too, asshole.”

He laughs loudly, turning away as the bartender finally makes his way down the bar to the pair of you.

“Vodka water, and a Rumple Minze shot,” you tell him, as he leans in to hear your order over the music.

A quick nod, a swift maneuvering of bottles, and your drinks are pushed in front of you.

“Thank god,” you mumble, picking the cocktail up and sipping it immediately.

“You’re, uh…attracting quite a bit of attention,” Adam says in a low voice, gesturing subtly back to the table of your coworkers.

“Wow, you fuckin’ think?” you roll your eyes, throwing the shot of schnapps back. There’s only one pair of eyes you want on you, and they’re connected to the dick you need in you.

“I’ve never seen you this…” Adam leans into you, bumping your shoulder, “cranky before. Why’d you come out if you’re in a bad mood?”

You soften, meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been…a little too in my own head lately.”

The understatement of the century, considering that’s where Joel has made a home.

Adam doesn’t respond, just signals to the bartender, ordering you another shot with a flick of his head in your direction.

The shots go down too easy, your skin flushing with the alcohol and body heat of the bar. You stick close to Adam’s side, and it feels like hours before you allow yourself to glance over at Joel.

Your brother is arguing with someone else about the structure of something you don’t care about when you finally work up the courage to do so, anxiously chewing bites into the plastic straw in your drink.

Joel is staring right back at you, same dangerous smirk pulled across his mouth. Watching the way your lips mold around the plastic, teeth scraping the flexible material. You know that smirk all too well, and want blossoms through your body.

The guy next to him is obliviously chatting his ear off, entirely unaware that Joel can’t take his eyes off of you. But he doesn’t make any kind of move to get up, or any kind of indication that he wants you to come over, so you stay rooted to the spot, entirely unsure how to proceed.

Some kind of frustration churns in your stomach, though you allow yourself to shoot him a coy smile over the rim of your glass. He returns the gesture by dipping his chin just slightly and raising his own drink to his mouth.

Whiskey, neat. The thought of tasting it on his tongue makes your cunt clench with need, and you have to look away to keep your composure.

He doesn’t even need to try, and you melt in the palm of his hand. Fuck.

You finish the rest of your drink in one go to try to settle your nerves, and nudge Adam with your elbow to let him know you’re headed back to the bar. He barely acknowledges you, still enthralled with his conversation.

As you slide up to the bartop, you bump shoulders with the person already waiting for another beer.

“Oh! Oops. My bad. Didn’t really…calculate my proximity, I guess.” You giggle as he turns to you, meeting your gaze with a shy smile.

He’s cute, in a fresh-faced and innocent kind of way. Golden brown hair and light eyes, about your age. His navy blue polo hangs a little too loose on his gangly frame, and it’s too easy to imagine him dressed as a mormon missionary to take him seriously.

“No worries. This place is pretty crowded,” he answers, angling his chin down to make sure you hear him.

The way he draws himself close gives you the wickedest of ideas. One that will surely make Joel get out of his seat and pay you the attention you so desperately deserve.

“It’s definitely the place to be, huh?” You purr, flicking your eyes up under your lashes to meet his, gently placing your hand on his forearm.

There’s an immediate dusting of crimson over his cheekbones, and you see him swallow hard.

“Y-yeah, it…it sure is.” There’s the slightest of drawls to his words, like syrup poured over pancakes on a sunday morning. It’s nothing compared to the thunder of Joel’s baritone, the sensual velvet of a saturday night shot of whiskey.

But you keep going, acutely aware of Joel’s eyes burning into your back. Tracing the curves and lines of you, watching every move you make. Watching you put your hands on someone else’s body, the hands that belong to him.

At least…that’s what you hope is going through his head.

The bartender slides your new friend’s beer across the warped wood, looking pointedly at you for your order next.

“Vodka water,” you grin, not removing your hand from the freckled forearm, “with a lemon. Please.”

New friend clears his throat, growing redder by the second.

“On my tab, please.”

“Ohmygod, you don’t need to do that!” You sigh warmly, stupidly. As if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.

The drink is placed in front of you in no time, but you still haven’t moved your hand. Instead, you look up at your companion, lashes fluttering.

“You from here?” he manages to choke out, before washing the cliche down with a swig of his beer.

You nod, finally breaking contact to pick up the tumbler of vodka. “Born and raised. You?”

“Here for school. ‘M from Baton Rouge.”

Turning your body to face the open room of the bar, eyes flitting over the crowded space, you lean back on your elbows, drink in hand poised just below the swell of your breasts. There’s no way Joel can miss you, now.

“What’re you studying?” You couldn’t be less interested, but you keep your voice chipper and high, drawing him closer.

“PoliSci. I’m pre-law.” He says it with an air of confidence, which you can’t blame him for. It is impressive.

You take a long sip of your drink, considering how much you want to divulge about yourself to this stranger. How far you’re willing to take this game. You sneak a glance over at Joel, who’s watching you with an amused expression, brows lifted.

“Are you in school?” New friend continues, unaware of the come-fuck-me vibes you’re radiating from across the bar.

But Joel remains planted in his seat, thick thighs spread, left arm draped between them. Leaning back in the booth, matching your energy. Playing the game.

Snapping your attention back to the question, you nod again. “Not here, though. I’m in a masters program in Washington.”

“Do you like it there?”

You throw your head back in laughter, all too aware how ridiculous of a response it is to the question.

“I love it,” you say emphatically, still giggling. “So different from Austin.”

When you look at Joel again, he’s turned his attention to the guy next to him, nodding at whatever he’s saying intently. It stokes the frustration in you, and you can’t help but draw your face into a scowl — an entire 180 from how you’d just been laughing at a non-joke.

Before your new friend can respond to your maniacal answer, you push yourself off the bartop and turn towards him.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom really quick, okay?”

As you wash your hands, the door to the bathroom opens quickly, and Joel ducks inside, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one sees. He pushes it closed behind him, fingers clicking the lock shut like he owns the place.

“Oh,” you gasp in surprise, stepping back from the sink and wiping your hands across the material of your dress. “I didn’t…you’re not…Joel!”

His name comes out of your mouth as a yelp as he crowds you back against the counter, his hands already roaming over the hills and valleys of your body. Wasting no time.

“Baby,” he coos, dipping his head to trail kisses up the curve of your shoulder, “been waitin’ all night for you to go to the fuckin’ bathroom.”

You curl your fingers into his biceps to keep yourself steady while he presses wet kisses to your throat and jaw, before landing at your mouth. Gripping your hips tightly, his thigh nudges between yours, spreading you open. You do what you can to meet his fervor, but as with everything else, he’s domineering — completely in control.

His thick hands drag you up his thigh, into him, and the friction of his jeans against you makes you bite back a moan. He repeats the action with more intensity, obviously dismayed that you’re holding back, quickly establishing a grueling rhythm.

Squirming under his hold, he tastes the desperation on your tongue, and when you finally break and whimper into his mouth, he growls back into yours.

He has you exactly where he wants you — writhing in his arms, soft and compliant to what he needs.

At least, he thinks he does.

You dig your fingernails into the flannel stretched over his arms, steeling your body to his movements, pulling away from the heat of his mouth.

“Joel,” it’s a drawn out lilt, one that he’ll never get tired of hearing.

“Saw you over there tryna make me jealous, princesa,” he mutters, chest heaving against your own. He drops his mouth to press against the burning skin of your collarbone, and you can feel the stretched restraint in his muscled body.

“Wasn’t trying to make you jealous, Joel,” you protest quietly, though you both know it’s the furthest thing from the truth.

He laughs darkly, his breath fanning against your flesh. “Saw you touchin’ all up on some stranger.”

“I was just being nice. He bought me a drink.” You’re pouting now, sliding your open palms to press against the solidity of Joel’s chest.

He whips your body around so quickly that you have to shoot your arms out to the counter to catch yourself. The mirror greets you, and it’s impossible to miss your glowing skin and kiss-swollen lips. It doesn’t take anything for him to make you look entirely fucked out.

Hooking his chin over your shoulder, front pressed flush to your back, he drags his hands up the sides of your body, stopping to rest just below your breasts. His fingers splay out across your rib cage, nearly meeting in the middle.

Eyes meeting yours in the mirror, he smirks.

“Look what I do to you, baby. No one else can do that. Look at yourself.”

He rolls his hips against the swell of your ass, and you can feel his length through his jeans.

Your vision goes cloudy, the want you’ve been feeling all week flooding every part of your brain. You drop your head between your shoulders, relishing the feel of him pressed into you. But he quickly cranes your chin back up in his hands, angling your head to watch the glistening reflection of the two of you.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he says thickly, commandingly, as he continues to move against you. You obey.

“Can’t make me jealous, princess.”

Anger flares in your chest, slowly ebbing into embarrassment. Of course he would see right through you. You should have known better. You don’t break eye contact.

“That picture I have ‘f you? That tells me you’re mine. Can’t make me jealous when I know what belongs t’me.”

You inhale sharply. Hearing him say it, hearing him mean it, sends shivers over the entirety of your body.

“Why’d it take you so long to come over to me, then?”

His eyes flash. “Don’t be a fuckin’ brat, baby.”

Dropping his clutch from your chin to the top of your dress, he uses both hands to scoop your tits out over the bodice of it, palming the weight of them roughly. He rolls your nipples in his fingers, and you have dejavú of the week before.

This time you can see the way his fingers move, the way he watches your face in the reflection of the mirror more than anything else.

You moan, arching your back against his chest, and he drops one hand further to bunch the length of your dress over your ass.

Feeling entirely bare skin, he hisses through his teeth and pulls back to look.

“No panties, baby?”

You smile darkly. “Didn’t want you to ruin another pair.”

“Fuuuuck,” he mumbles, leaning down to flick his tongue against the base of your spine. “Knew you were fuckin’ trouble.”

He rucks your dress up higher, following the hem of it with open mouth kisses and demanding nips. You can feel your dripping slick on the insides of your thighs, and as if he can read your mind, he lays one open palm across your back to press your cheek down into the counter, slotting the other between your thighs to open you up for him. Your breathing quickens, knowing how on display you are.

How under his thumb you are.

Teasing the rough pads of his fingers against your core, electricity rolls through your extremities. Between the flush of the alcohol and the thrill of his touch, you know you’re done for.

“See, baby? How wet y’are? Know it’s only for me.”

Anticipation coils in the pit of your belly, waiting for him to plunge a thick finger inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, laser focused on every nudge and slip of his digits.

Instead, you feel him replace his finger with the thick heft of his cock at your entrance, your hands unsuccessfully scrambling for purchase on the slick marble of the counter.

“Joel,” you yelp, the delicious stretch of it seared into your mind, “I..I don’t kn-”

“You can take it, princess,” he interrupts gruffly. “You can.”

You respond with a strangled noise, knees buckling under the warning press of his palm on your back.

Reading the apprehension in your body, Joel grazes the fingers of his other hand over the curve of your hip, rubbing reassuring circles into your flesh. They dance up over your belly, finally grasping at your ribs. His mouth follows, gentle kitten licks that calm your breathing, until he stops right below where your breasts are compressed against the counter, sinking his teeth there into the soft give of you.

Both of his hands float back down to your hips, pressing their length into your bones roughly, dragging your ass back to push the tip inside of your slick folds.

Your eyes fly open, and you mewl as his teeth give way to an intense sucking sensation, as if he’s intent on marking you.

Knowing him, he is.

“Okay, baby?” he murmurs against your skin, once he’s satisfied with what you can feel is an angry red mark on your rib cage, sliding his hips forward to give you another inch, working you open, open, open.

“‘F we had more time, you know I’d do it right,” he continues, an almost tender cadence to his harsh whisper.

You nod, cheek still smooshed against the countertop, tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. He’s so fucking much.

His breath hitches as he buries himself further, the tight quiver of your perfect pussy making him see stars. He stills for just a moment, letting you adjust to him, lamenting the fact that he couldn’t get his fingers or tongue in you this time. But he’s so very desperate, has been waiting for this for far too long.

He wants to take you home with him, wrap you in his bedsheets. Undo you over and over and over.

For now, though, he will make do with what he has. And what he has is you, wet and needy beneath him, taking his cock like a good girl. Like a perfect girl.

“Joel,” you whisper, snapping him out of his reverie. “More. More please.”

You’re dizzy with need, aching to feel him stretch you open entirely.

He can taste the salt of sweat on your skin, the light sheen of it glittering under the fluorescent bar lights. It makes his heart ache with something he can’t name.

Rolling his head to press his forehead against your back, he can’t help but breathe you in. This is where he wants to be forever — pressed into you, feeling you tremble and keen for him. For him, and only him.

Unable to hold back any longer, he draws his body up, sliding inside to the hilt, pelvis pressed flush to your ass.

There are tears trickling from beneath your closed eyelids now, and he wants to lick them off your face, smooth out the pain in your features. Your body is taut, wound around the throbbing need you’re both feeling, your hands clenched into fists next to your head.

But he watches as you slowly drag your bottom lip between your teeth, sighing contently, savoring the sparks of pain from the size of him. Fucking perfect.

His entire cock has disappeared into your warmth, and you squeeze him like you were made to do so.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he manages to spit out, setting a pace that feels like you’re being split open. It’s exactly what you need.

You rock your hips, pushing back against his thrusts, thigh muscles screaming.

“So full,” you babble back, his hips snapping against the plush of your ass. Giving you everything you need, everything you’ve craved. His tip nudges the furthest part of you, and fireworks explode in your stomach. Your moans pick up at the same pace as his thrusts, and his grip tightens around your hips.

“C’mere baby,” he hums, arcing his arm across your chest to drag you up to him. You can feel the desperation in his movements, the stuttering of his hips as the new angle squeezes his cock deliciously.

He curls his fingers around the base of your throat, and for the first time, you see how absolutely fucked he looks. Black pupils blown wide with lust, strong jaw set to the side, hair mussed more than usual, stray curls clinging to his sweat-damp forehead. He’s beautiful, you think, but your brain can’t connect to your mouth to say so.

His palm spans the width of your throat, and he gently tightens his hold with each deep thrust into you. You raise your arms to card through his hair, clutching to him to ground yourself. His other hand grasps at your tits, caressing and pulling at your hard nipples.

Your legs are shaking with the intensity of it all, with the salacious way he massages your walls with the length of his cock. He’s watching you in the mirror, eyes fixed on the way you tremble around him, the way you grip him like you’ll melt into a puddle on the floor if you let go.

“So fuck…fuckin’ perfect for me, baby. Bein’ s-such a good…good girl,” he pants, and you bask in his praise, letting it fill you from the inside out.

The fingers he has wrapped around your throat inch up to your bitten, parted lips, and you open to accept three of them obediently, his pinkie and thumb clenched firmly around the lines of your jaw.

You wrap your tongue around the digits, saliva pooling in your mouth and dripping down your chin.

He’s so fucking much, and you want to give him everything.

“Say it, baby,” he growls, pressing the calloused pads of his fingers to the broad flat of your tongue. “Fuckin’ say it.”

You meet his fiery eyes in the mirror, brows knitted together in a question.

“Say it,” he repeats, the fingers not in your mouth digging into your jaw. Demanding it.

And like he’s impressing it upon your skin, burning it into your insides, you know what he wants to hear.

“‘M yours, Joel,” you whisper, words mangled by the way he pushes down on the wet muscle in your mouth. “Only yours.”

Dropping his other hand, he ghosts his fingertips over the slight bulge in your tummy, where his cock is nestled. The knowledge that you’re so full of him makes him quicken his rhythm, hips snapping against your ass ruthlessly. Giving you everything he has.

“Princess,” he whispers, nuzzling into your ear. “Gimme your hand.”

He traces up the soft lines of your arm, gently removing one of your hands from his curls, and pulls it down to feel the thick outline of his cock just beneath your belly. He keeps his hand over yours, and you press your own fingers into your flesh, in awe that you’ve taken the whole thing.

Every nerve in your body is a live wire, and you’re suddenly on the very precipice of your orgasm, his hand over yours being what pushes you over the edge.

Fingers still in your mouth, you drop your head back onto his shoulder, moaning around the shape of them, crying out, cunt strangling his already erratic movements as he races to catch up with you at the finish line.

It’s sloppy, saliva still dripping down your chin, your body cresting the wave of your orgasm, his stuttering movements fucking you all the way through it. You go limp as it washes through you, and he’s holding you up for the last few thrusts, growling into your ear and biting at your neck.

All-consuming.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wraps both arms around you, holding you tightly against him, knowing that you really will melt if he lets you go. He can feel his own orgasm at the base of his spine, crawling up, up, up the column of it, until he’s there, spilling recklessly inside your swollen pussy, pushing himself further into you, making sure it stays.

He doesn’t need to tell you, because you already know.

The warmth of it shoots through his body, and it feels like heaven, buried to the hilt inside of you.

He runs his palms down your sides as you both come down, and even the slight touch makes you shiver. You prop yourself up on your arms again, the tips of your fingers numb from the earth-shattering orgasm.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, satiated and soft.

Joel presses tender kisses across your shoulder blades, hands aimlessly drawing shapes into your plush hips, loathe to pull out of you.

But knowing he must, that his time with you is almost up, he does, drawing his hips back excruciatingly slowly, savoring every second of being inside of you, in whatever capacity. You hiss as he does, feeling so disappointingly empty and stretched open.

Gently caressing the globes of your ass, his palms fitting over them perfectly, he bends down to give you a final nip, laving his tongue over what he hopes will be a mark. You giggle warmly, hands meeting to pull the bodice of your dress back up over your tender breasts, while he pulls the length of it back down to your thighs.

Finally regaining the strength in your legs, you turn to face him, standing on the toes of your platforms to meet him in a kiss, him pulling your bottom lip between his own, sucking gently.

“Joel,” you mumble against him, his name an antidote to the poison of the longest week of your life.

“Baby,” he responds, encircling you with his arms, drawing you closer to him. Not wanting to let you go.

“We have to go” you whisper, pressing kisses across his jaw, his scruff pleasantly abrading your soft lips.

He grumbles an agreement, but doesn’t take his hands off of you.

“Keep my cum inside you,” is what he does say, after a millisecond of silence, as if it was burning his tongue. Like it needed to be said.

You giggle again, supplicant and sweet. Spun sugar on the tips of his fingers. Unwrapping yourself from his arms, you tug his boxers and jeans up, and his fingers fumble to help you. You let your hands wander up the plane of his chest while he clicks his belt into place, wondering how you’ll both fare this weekend.

“Can’t go that long again, princess,” he says, stroking the wild tangle of hair framing your face. “Need you.”

The admission nearly astonishes you. You’ve never seen Joel be so open, so vulnerable, so absolutely fucking wrecked.

“‘N…next time won’t be so…rushed. Wanna take my time with you.”

You believe him.

Hoping your action conveys that message, you press one final kiss to the heart-shaped space in his scruff, before turning to tame the locks of your hair and fix your smudged mascara in the mirror.

“You have my number, Joel.”

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notroosterbradshaw · 11 months

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warm blood

about: a few drinks at everyone’s favourite bar. you’re home, it’s been a few very cold months at sea. he warms you to your bones each time you see him. but it’s sadly just not meant to be.

word count: 5.6k

warnings: angst, language, vivid thots of smut if you have an over-active imagination.

The sound that escaped Rooster’s lips as you dragged your nails through his unruly sun-kissed curls had you cackling. A feral growl that started at his boots, so low that when released, he almost didn’t recognise himself. “Rooster Bradshaw, you need a girlfriend,” you decided.

His side-eye to you was legendary and he sighed dramatically. “I don’t need a girlfriend; I just need to get laid,” he clarified, realising just how pitiful he sounded and then adding softly when you ceased your ministrations, “Please don’t stop. That feels so fuckin’ good. It’s like the most physical contact I’ve had in...” he mumbled, his honey-coloured eyes fluttering closed and took a deep, satisfied pull of his beer. God, how long had it been? He didn’t want to admit to himself, let alone you, how long it’d been since someone had touched him like that.

You sighed and let go of him to scamper onto the bar. A quiet Tuesday night, if it were the weekend, the place would be pulsating, but you had plenty of space to lay some affection on Rooster without the bullshit that could generally come with it and it definitely seemed like he needed it…

You spread your legs modestly (as your jeans would allow) and held out your hands open in welcome. Without a question of hesitance, he stepped to you as you turned him away from you and continued to press your fingertips into his scalp with the added leverage of this new height. His strong shoulders dropped, completely melting with your touch.

“Jesus Christ, that’s good,” he murmured quietly, crossing his arms across his chest, his head lolling forward. “And you decided to be a naval aviator?” he teased. “Your hands could have been better used in much better ways.”

“Ha,” you muttered behind him. “Don’t get smart. I have generous fingers. You need me more than I need you right now.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he replied.

Whispered close to him, you said, “This must be the longest dry spell you’ve ever had,” you reckoned.

He nudged his ear closer to your breath and shrugged lightly. “Fuckin’ feels like it,” he said dismally.

“How long?” you dared ask.

“It’s goin’ with me to the grave, don’t ask stupid questions,” he muttered dryly in reply as you tried to hide your grin and reached for a sip of your own beer. He turned back to you, stepping out of your grasp and putting a respectful distance between your bodies, the moment passed. You crossed your legs at the ankles properly as he made a face; he’d let pretences lie and would never admit he hadn’t been satisfied sexually since... “Maybe you’re right, I just need a girlfriend.”

Sure, he’d had a lot of sex and lots recently, a healthy amount. Probably more than most. But these days, nothing was fulfilling him. He was desperate to find a connection with someone that just wasn’t happening. Women on platters, and he didn’t know how to strike out even on his worst night. Everyone would cum and have the time of their lives. But it was never enough for Rooster to want to see them again.

“Rooster, you have no trouble finding someone to fuck… why are you so off your game?”

“Dunno,” was his simple answer.

“Well, why don’t you go drag all the ladies in with a song or something?” you suggested, hoping to perk him up, ever his cheerleader, although it was fairly dead. He shook his head and honestly, he didn’t need to sit at the piano to have all eyes on him. At any point of the night, you’d look up and find some poor soul caught staring and trapped in the web of Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw and the authority he easily demanded.

“Naw,” he didn’t feel like the spectacle tonight.

“Want me to wing woman for you?” you offered in finality. “Babe on the other side of the bar. Pretty smile, curvy...” You chewed your own lip. “Very cute.”

“You’d do that?” he asked, following your gaze and kudos to you, you knew his type, all right.

“Of course. I can’t deal with you when you’re being a whiny little bitch. If it means you get your cock wet, I’m here for you, pal,” you roughly smacked his rosy cheek, and he laughed, clutching the sting as you asked him how you looked, propping yourself off the sticky bar and he steadied you.

He gave you a once over, a fond glance in his dark eyes. “Beautiful, but are you trying to get laid, or am I?” he pondered.

“I swore off your kind as a New Year’s resolution. I want the year to myself,” you grandstanded, and he chuckled.

“You’ll be begging for sex soon enough,” he straightened and took another long slug of his beer. “I know you. I know what you need,” his voice dropped a little lower, easing his lean frame against the bar.

Your eyes met his and honestly… he probably knew exactly what you needed, what you craved and deserved and as a few beats passed, his eyes daringly never left yours. His face remained passive, daring you to play his little game.

“You know what I let you know,” you weren’t sure how to play his words off so you finished your beer. But really? You hated how right he was. He’d been the only one to get a read on you when you first landed yourself in his seminar a year or so back. “I’ve got toys, I’ve got fingers,” you reminded him, reaching for him with jazz hands as he licked back his grin, growing wider by the second.

“You fuckin’ deviant,” he breathed. It was untrue, but he loved to goad you… and you loved when he teased you too. Just a little too much.

“Hey. If I want to find someone to share my time with, I won’t hesitate to break my resolution. They’re made to be broken, aren’t they?” you shrugged flippantly, blood searing under your skin.

He nodded, not disagreeing. “Yeah, well… I’m sick of my hands,” he admitted dismally as you took the hand that rested on his quad and cupped it on your own. He laughed quietly and gripped your palm back. “I just miss the warmth, you know?”

Pressing the back of his warm, strong hand to your cheek, he laughed again as you gave him the biggest doe eyes with the dreamiest, forced smile, and he sighed. Each touch, each glance, each comment was just another link to how fucking good your friendship was and although the Navy had an odd way to keep you separated, your friendship trumped responsibility.

“Don’t start. Knock it off immediately,” he told you sternly. He could fall for those eyes in a heartbeat so it was best you put them away. You prayed desperately for him one day to give in to the heat and make that move past that imaginary line you had drawn.

Moving back to your seat like a scorned child, you didn’t give up. It could be one of your worst qualities at the best of times. Never knowing when to just shut up. “No, tell me exactly what you miss. Tell me what you need.” You settled in. You would love to know what turned Rooster Bradshaw on. He wasn’t like the other guys – he kept his conquests quiet. Lowkey. Sure, you knew when he was in the game, he made no secret of his intentions. But gee, he always seemed more complicated than an easy fuck kinda guy. “I want to know.”

“You don’t need to hear about any of that stuff,” he rolled his eyes and retrieved his hand, stuffing it back in his jeans pocket where it was safe and sound. “Trust me, you’ll be just like me soon enough,” he warned.

“Look, if you get to a point you’re absolutely desperate, blue from top to toe, I’ll drop my standards for a night and give you a night you won’t forget, okay, big guy?” you tried to bite back the laugh that bubbled under the surface and you weren’t remotely surprised he gave you the bird in response. “You’re just lazy. Go drop a line on any woman in here, and I guarantee, she will be putty in your hands.” You’d know.

It seemed like such a nut-up or shut-up order, Rooster knew he had no choice but to follow through. Standing to his height and adjusting to his posture, he mumbled, “Fine,” he stole your fresh beer as you protested and wandered around the bar, stopping before the gorgeous woman, who if truth be told, was exactly his usual type, you’d pointed out only moments earlier. Well, what was expected to be his type - that glint in her eye that told him he wouldn’t have to work too hard to get her number either.

“Hey hey, look who’s back on dry land!” Natasha grinned, giving you a gentle side hug and ordering a drink. “When you’d sneak in, partner?”

“About half an hour ago. Your buddy cornered me first,” you explained as Natasha replaced the beer in your palm. “How’s he been?” you asked softly.

“Okay,” she shrugged. “Usual. Broody.”

“He was telling me he was lonely,” the word didn’t roll off your tongue easily even if it was something so synonymous with Rooster’s character.

“Shit, really?” Natasha raised her bottle as you nodded. “Anything to be wary of?”

“Don’t think so. You know how he is,” you told her, and she knew. Only Bradley Bradshaw could be so lucky as to always have you and Natasha Trace in his corner. “Oh, look,” you said as he nodded to you gratefully across the bar, and you winked back. “There he is - back in the saddle with absolutely little to no effort on his behalf. Well done, Rooster,” you said bored and just the teeniest bit sarcastic. “Bra-vo.”

“Please, if you had the chance, you wouldn’t share him,” Natasha righted you, smirking behind the pull of her beer.

“What can I do?” you admitted, thinking the idea had crossed your mind once, twice or every night since you’d met him about what it might be like to be the object of Rooster Bradshaw’s affections. C’mon, you weren’t immune to him. In fact, it was anything but -

“Please, he almost came in his jeans as you played with his hair before.”

“What?” you and Natasha yelped as Jake sidled up to you, grinning.

“You were playing with his hair?” Natasha asked, raising a curious eyebrow. “Oh, wow,” her tone told her everything she was thinking and none of it was approving.

“Hold that thought,” you hissed at her as she raised her palms for mercy, a small smile burgeoning on her lips. “And, fuck off, Bagman. Isn’t there some pathetic 21-year-old looking to be treated like shit for a few weeks while you string her on?” you muttered. Jake made a face.

“I’m just sayin’… wouldn’t be the worst thing if you guys tested the waters. See if there’s any sexual chemistry. Might even make Rooster a tolerable human being but it is behaviour like that that’ll get you both kicked out of the Navy.” Jake added as you threw a few loose salted peanuts at him. “Hey, I’m allergic!” he feigned, dusting himself off as he wandered off with a snicker, pleased he’d managed to rile you up with, really, very little effort on his behalf.

“I’m only learning he’s allergic to peanuts now?” you muttered to yourself.

“He is so fuckin’ toxic,” Natasha sighed. Toxic, realistic, honest. There was a lot to be said about Jake Seresin and his perception of the world. But you also kind of loved his lack of filter and how he called it as he saw it. Bit like yourself, he just had his head shoved far further up his own ass than you did… mostly.

“It’s actually his most likeable attribute,” you reckoned with a tease, tossing more peanuts across the bar after him for good measure. He made a face but was completely unaffected.

“But he doesn’t make a terrible point…” she continued as you both looked towards the other side of the bar, watching Rooster and the ease he roped his conquest in. Lick of the lips, make sure those golden biceps were bulging, aviators sliding gently down his nose as he gazed down at her… wait, there you go. She easily took the bait and nervously pushed the glasses up as he huffed a small chuckle at her moxie. He pulled his phone from his pocket a few moments later and handed it to her, clearly asking for her number. You had to give her kudos – she resisted his charms for about 1.6 seconds.

“Don’t be like that,” you begged.

“Like what?”

“Trying to encourage this. I’m dumb enough for him as it is.”

Nat gave you a tight-lipped smile and apologised. She understood, dear lord, she understood how you felt and while she could tease you unmercifully about it, she knew this wasn’t a passing crush for you. She gave her attention back to Rooster and muttered, “It’s like a car accident but I can’t look away.”

“Good for him,” you muffled, wrapping your lips around the bottle and taking a deep slug as she nudged you.

“Remember why you swore off all sex and relationships this year,” she said softly. “The purge.”

“This purge is for good,” you reminded yourself, saying it a few times like a mantra. Pity you didn’t believe it in the slightest. “You’re remarkably light tonight.”

She shrugged modestly and went into the small, very necessary details about her afternoon delight. “Don’t you miss the intimacy though?”

“Natasha, I know I made my bed and have to sleep in it, but I miss everything. I just want to come home and fall into someone’s strong arms, ground me, remind me I’m safe again until the motion of the waves stops rocking me.”

Natasha looked at you fondly. “That is actually quite poetic.”

You sipped your beer, pushed out an exhale and added drily, “Then get absolutely pounded on every surface of the house until I’m weeping.”

She cackled. “That’s my girl.”

“I got off the boat today... had the biggest plans. Wine, new rose toy I was dreaming about for the last three months... motherfucker needed to be charged.”

“You got two hands,” Phoenix reminded you just as Rooster had.

“Every night at sea, Phoenix,” you reminded her. And she knew. Dear God, did Natasha Trace know. “Every night.”

“Penny, can we get a coupla rounds of tequila here, please? Our girl is going through it,” Natasha smiled at the pretty bar owner who winked in the affirmative. You away from Rooster although Natasha motioned in his direction. “So, how was he when he saw you?”

“That slow grin… ” you said low and only for her ears. “The way he moves to his feet is a fuckin’ sin. He looked so good, I think I probably stumbled,” you cursed yourself.

“Sea legs,” Natasha patted your wrist and tried to make you feel better.

“Sure,” you shrugged flippantly. “Three months away did absolutely nothing to shut this little crush down.”

“That’s what you’re going with? Little crush,” Natasha repeated with a snort as Penny put a series of shots before you and took one quickly with you and Natasha between patrons.

“Little crush?” Rooster’s hands were on your shoulders, his strong palms massaging your tense shoulders, thumbs pressing into the nape of your neck and every ounce of tension drained from your being as he poked his face into your intimate twosome, a curious grin on his face as you and she straightened up quickly, turning to face him and he released his grasp on you. “Who has a little crush?” he asked, remarkably perkier than he was ten minutes earlier.

“You’re still here?” you asked him. “Thought you’d be on your way to - ”

“Amelie’s,” he supplied.

“That’s quite sweet actually,” you noted as he nodded, amused, almost like you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful name being found in a place like The Hard Deck. “Amelie’s house…”

“We said we’d meet up a bit later,” he shrugged, catching Penny’s attention for another round. “Been a while since we were all together. We missed ya, kid,” he told you as he snuck a shot. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Well, here I am,” you forced a grin as he mirrored yours and it spread as wide on his handsome features.

“Yep. You sure are. Back where you belong,” he said as the air around you changed, and Natasha would be lying to say she’d never felt more like a third wheel in her life. She watched you watch the other, it was almost like you were daring the other to look away first. She could feel whatever it was between the two of you and knew that it was much deeper than either of you would admit. Well, she knew exactly how you felt. With Bob back in Lemoore with his family and Natasha needing another partner, you had been brought in and the PR party the Navy had with you as an all-female team? Sheesh.

She also knew how much you would risk everything to be with him. She’d never outwardly encouraged it, but she could see how hard you both fought to keep your desire for the other in check. He did better at trying to conceal it, but it was written all over your face. You looked at him like he hung the moon.

“Wanna get really drunk tonight?” you asked him, wrapping an arm around Natasha’s shoulder.

“Hey, don’t rope me into your hangovers,” Natasha tried as you covered her mouth with your free hand.

“Hush, love,” you tutted her. “You’re either with us or against us.”

She pursed her lips as you and Rooster grinned widely at her. “…you two will be the death of me.”

Cheering together that you’d drawn her with such little effort on your behalf, Rooster laughed. “Yeah, kinda think it’s a good night to get messy.”

“Natasha Trace, line ‘em up,” you instructed as she begrudgingly nodded, and Rooster rubbed his hands with glee.

“I am not good,” you told Rooster a few hours later. Rooster could readily agree that neither was he. Natasha and the rest of the team had bailed a while ago, leaving you together at the bar. “I really have to go.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied. “Getting drunk wasn’t going to help you get over any exhaustion.”

“I haven’t slept in…” you squinted at your watch. “Wow, 36 hours. My bed is going to be so good tonight,” Bed, bed, bed. “Oh shit, Amelie!” you exclaimed, sipping your ice water. “Wasn’t she waiting for you?”

He shrugged. “Five minutes of pleasure there, three hours here with you and our friends. I know where I’d rather be.”

“Five minutes, dude,” you giggled quietly. You didn’t believe it for a second.

“I didn’t exactly see forever with her, Jesus,” he muttered, licking back a smirk of his own.

“I would never believe that anyway.”

“Thank you,” he finally let a giggle bubble out. “And you shouldn’t.”

“Did you at least text her? You were interested three hours ago…”

“I think she put her number into my phone wrong,” he lied so easily it was almost disappointing.

“Rooooster,” you dragged out.

He shrugged. “So what? Changed my mind,” he said simply.

“Hey, you two,” Penny sniped, pulling your attention from each other. “You either get a cloth and start cleaning up or you think about getting outta here, so you don’t have numbers in your system in the morning,” she warned. The bar had long since rang the last call and you were the last patrons standing – but also, on the plus side for Penny, probably the evening’s highest paying.

“Sorry, Penny. Lemme pay,” Rooster said, getting his credit card from his wallet and tossing it on the gummed-up bench. She grinned and slid the card back across the bar as Rooster protested.

“Hangman took a chunk of the bill off earlier. I’ll let you two get away with a few freebies if you lock the door on the way out?”

“Oops,” you said, picking yourself up and stretching. “We will,” you said as you collected your belongings. “Sorry again.”

She gave a gentle nod as you headed for the door. “Someone will be,” she whispered to herself solemnly.

“I’d better walk you home, I guess,” Rooster said, waving goodnight and following you a careful distance away.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said as he opened the door for you and let you out into the cooler night air. The liquor in your system swept a series of goose pimples break out as the breeze off the ocean breeze hit your skin. You shivered instinctively.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yes, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, I’m perfectly fine,” you answered, rolling your eyes and inhaling the sea air. “You think I’d get sick of it, right?” you asked with a grin.

He didn’t even need you to explain yourself. “Never,” because he understood the feeling implicitly.

“Never,” you repeated as he nodded towards the beach, following the path to your place.

You walked in a comfortable silence for a while and before you realised it, your villa was before you. “Here we are. I actually can’t wait to get to sleep in my own bed.”

He grinned. “One that doesn’t rock.”

“Not tonight it won’t,” you said glumly, taking his comment as a double entendre as he giggled quietly even though he was probably being purely innocent in his commentary, following you to the door. You struggled with the key for a few moments before he carefully nudged you aside and remedied the situation at hand.

The door opened and he sighed. Relieved, disappointed, he didn’t know. “I’ll see you tomorrow, huh?”

“I am off until next week,” you told him. God knows you needed it.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he reiterated with a gentle smile, but if he meant the bar, you couldn’t fathom backing up from the eventual hangover tomorrow was sure to bring. It filled you with dread.

“Yessir,” you mumbled as you stared at the other for a moment. So much to say that would always remain silent. For any other two people in the universe, right now you would be taking those last steps closer, lips tenderly brushing the others and seeing if the kiss was right. He would lay his strong, calloused palms on your hips, squeezing you closer to rest your body against his and you would willingly encourage the kiss -

Yet here you were, taking that next step in the other direction to go to bed alone, without even the slightest touch to say goodnight; no whisper of a whiskey-laced caress to dare cross your lips. And all you really wanted was to take his hand and guide him to your room that he’d never seen the inside of, strip him down, and explore the body he worked so hard on perfecting. Let him discover your body with his hands, with his lips, his tongue. Find out what made you call his name out in the dark.

See what made the other make sounds that you only dreamed about, that you only thought he made in the throes of fucking, limited only to when the groans of pleasure he’d make when he found out how wet you really were for him and how well, til then, you’d hidden it from him.

How wild you willed him to be, reckless when he stopped holding himself back, the guttural, primal movements of his strong body as he slammed into you, touching every piece of naked skin within his grasp. How his tongue would devour yours and his kisses not missing a beat, working in perfect tandem with the rhythm of his hips –

“Where you at, sunshine?” he asked with a peaked dark brow, waving a palm in front of your face. Jesus Christ, how long had you been fantasising while he was standing right before you?! “Looks like it’s time for bed, kiddo.”

You huffed an embarrassed laugh. “Definitely,” you agreed, blame it on months at sea, blame it on the alcohol. Get you inside alone immediately if not sooner. Put this sexual frustration to bed once and for all. “Goodnight, Rooster. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Lieutenant,” he gave a gentle wave as you forced a smile and closed the door before you did something incredibly stupid… like drag your superior officer in and do things that would certainly dishonourably discharge you (or both of you), suspend your pay or worst, confinement for two years. You didn’t know which one scared you the most.

But you were pretty sure the feelings you had for Rooster were the worst of a bad bunch.

And you were whipping the door open again as you saw him heading back towards the street. “Rooster,” you said as he paused. “Bradley...” you repeated, a name you rarely called him, but Lieutenant Commander was certainly not how you wanted to get his attention at 2am in the middle of the street.

He looked at you and back to your house, confused. “You okay? What’s going on?” The concern in his voice was evident.

“No, no. I’m honestly fine,” you reassured him. “I just need you to know how stupid I am,” spit it out, your brain (and heart) screamed. He laughed quietly.

“What are you talking about?”

You stayed silent and you could tell he was growing uncomfortable. He was adorable and so terribly clueless. “Rooster, I was being honest before.”

He frowned and shrugged, nothing standing out to him that he was to recall. “I mean, I’d hope so. But what, exactly?”

You inhaled sharply. “Earlier tonight, I wasn’t kidding... I will be there for you anytime you need me. In any way...” you took in his face as it began to dawn on him what you were insinuating. “You need me. A friend, wingman, a confident... whatever.”

He swallowed roughly. “Oh.”

You let go of him. “It’s all so easy when we’re away from each other, but then I see you and all I can think about is how good we are together and how good we could be...”

“Jesus...” he muttered quietly, rubbing his tired face but his gaze remained hard on you, unbelieving. “How drunk are you?” he wanted to blame the alcohol now too.

“Sober enough to know this had to come out eventually. I can’t just be one of the boys anymore, not with the way you make me feel. I think about you all the time,” you took a breath and repeated, “All the time.”

He took your wrists and dragged you back to your front stoop. He trapped you against the door and caged you under his strong arms, hoping you’d go in and pretend what you were announcing wasn’t tangible. He drew in a shaky breath, but he didn’t dare touch you. You could feel the heat radiating off his golden skin and the way his tongue ran over his full lips. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because I can’t keep it in anymore. Because you need to know that if you want me, I’ll be waiting.”

“How long has this been going on?” he asked quietly. “How long have you felt like this?”

“Since my first seminar. Was this stupid moustache,” you confided as he flushed and laughed incredulously to himself, this couldn’t be real. “And I know I’ve probably ruined our friendship, completely tested the boundaries of professionalism and you probably hate me – ”

“Hate you?” he repeated, grimacing. “In no world could I ever hate you, kid.”

“Really?” you asked, a hopeful flutter in your heart. “I know this isn’t what you were expecting, and believe me… I didn’t want to feel this way, I just… I just can’t seem to stop,” the sheer frustration evident in your voice and he could viscerally feel your discontentment. “It’s supposed to go away when we’re on the job. I went away for fuckin’ months, and I see you tonight,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. “And in my fuckin’ brain was convinced I was over it.”

“Your heart?” he asked quietly.

“Didn’t agree,” you confided, embarrassed. Quiet. Ashamed. Tortured.

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. Nothing you were saying made sense, not when he knew he felt exactly the same and every day did everything in his power to try and pretend his feelings for you didn’t exist. “Kid – ”

“I know I’ve ruined our friendship. I know I’m putting everything we have at stake, whether it’s personal or professional, and I’m sorry, but I’m about to burst,” you wanted to yell.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed, “Calm down. I know... I know,” he said softly. He desperately wanted to give just one reassuring nudge but knew every touch could be construed as something else, and Bradley Bradshaw had never felt so torn in two before.

“You know?” you asked, a spark of hope lurching in your heart.

“There is something here, you know there is,” his voice was so low. “But what way is there around it? It’s a lose-lose situation. I’m your superior.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware of that,” your sweet, pained voice was so sombre, it was haunting him. For so long, he’d denied how he’d felt; he had to. You were his direct report, he was your teacher, and you were his dutiful student. And it wasn’t intentional that he felt how he did because he did everything in his power to push any of the nonsensical feelings away, he begged to be sent OS, anything to resist the temptation… but the temptation of what you made him feel - alive - was the hardest to shake and he missed the feeling whenever you were away.

“I don’t know what else I can say - ” he tried.

“I think of you when I touch myself, Rooster,” you grasped his shirt and you saw him swallow roughly. You went for the big guns… you were spiralling and desperate. But it certainly was no word of a lie.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he took that step closer but dared not touch you in return, his palms almost pressing their indent into your front door. He feared if took another step and felt you were against him, he would give in and risk everything. “…tell me more,” he begged. “Please. What do you see?”

“Really?” you asked softly.

“I need... I need to know,” his voice was so low, you felt it to your bones.

Your hands rose to his rest on his pecs, his muscles reacting under your touch, his head lolling closer, lips so close but like magnets, they kept a safe distance repelled. “It always comes back to me goin’ down on you. The sounds I imagine you make, hard and hot in my mouth. How you taste,” you felt the heat radiate through your body, but now you’d started you weren’t sure that you could stop… and you weren’t sure Rooster wanted you to either.

“Do you want to find out?” he said, voice gravelly, standing over you, millimetre by excruciating millimetre, he crept closer. He had never been so uncomfortable, but never so close to needing the relief you were placing right in his palms.

“Do you?” you challenged, your knuckles grazing his abs hard and tense under his shirt, coming to rest on his hips, your fingertips tracing the seams on his belt. His eyes drifted closed and tried to find his resolve. You must have been challenging him, there was no other recourse for this. Your banter together was notorious... but this was testing the limits of your friendship.

That imaginary line was non-existent now. There was no turning back.

“You’re bullshitin’ me, I know you are,” he said, and it hurt to admit, his breathing heavy and uncontrolled. Desire radiated through him and he now knew, he wouldn’t be able to go back to a place where this wasn’t happening.

“Rooster,” you took that step he couldn’t, bodies flush against the other. “That woman, Amelie, she won’t please you the way I will. Let me show you how good we can be together,” you pleaded softly.

“You're my friend...” his brain just couldn’t function; it couldn’t comprehend these words you were telling him. Words he’d wanted to hear you say since you shared that first small grin, seated proudly beside Phoenix. You’d share so many near misses together that actually getting to this made him wonder if he was dreaming. “I’m your commanding officer.” It all came down to this.

But you couldn’t hear his defences and asked, “Have you never thought of me the same way I think of you?”

His dark eyes burned deeply into yours and without a hint of a lie, he replied, “You know I have,” it was barely audible, when he added, “You know. You know I want you, kid… Everyone does.” And that was the problem for all involved.

“Then don’t worry about the next notch in the bedpost… and let me show you what you’re missing.”

He breathed, the whiskey on his tongue swirling and you were desperate to taste it.

“Say it. Say what you’re thinking.”

He raised his eyes to yours, his strong hand reaching for the door handle behind you. “One night. No rules. Tomorrow, we will never speak of this again,” he turned the knob and the door opened. He gently grasped your wrist as he led you inside and at that moment, you knew every facet of your life was irrevocably changed.

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starfoundnight · 1 year

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Part 3 and final part-ish

Yakuza boss! Sukuna x chubby! reader

Warning: blood mentions, killing, smut(istg theres more smut then the actual build up to the story),smut also includes name calling degrading, praise, a lot of freaky shit, idk what it's called but you're turned on by how dangerous and strong sukuna is. READ AT YOUR OWN HORNY RISK!!! Honestly it ain't proofed read at all so there is a lot of fuck ups.

You finally wake up with a banging headache caused because of the hangover. You just lay there...opening your eyes you see a big tv in room you've never seen before. 'Where...am I?' You mumble to yourself as you slowly sat up on the couch. 'Morning y/n, welcome to my home' You look behind you seeing sukuna walking into what you think is the lounge. 'Not the best way to enter my home but I'm not too sure on where you live, you drank a bit too much for your own good and you started saying a lot of things, except your address, since you said we were friends and you gave me the sweets for free I owed you one'

You were still waking up and heard the key words:drunk, saying things, and address. You lay back down on the couch 'Morning kuna...' you groan out not wanting to be rude. He hands you a cup of water. 'You have to drink it all for your own good, it'll help you with your hang over' you hesitate at first since you and sukuna have only known eachother for 2 days. He takes the drink and sips it 'I wouldn't do anything to harm you on purpose, you are my friend right?' You nod and drink all the cold water 'thank you' you lay your head on his shoulder 'would you like to watch some TV?' You nod 'yes please'

Time flies and the sun is setting

You go to stand up feeling much better after all the water and food sukuna has given you to eat and drink. 'I should really get go-' He pulls you onto his lap and leans into your ear softly saying 'Don't go yet...stay a bit longer' you blush a lot on your face and you begin to stutter feeling yourself get hotter 'ok ok ok just let me get off your legs I might hurt you' you say mumbling feeling a bit shameful '....you hurt me?' You look up to see sukuna look a bit...offended? 'You think I'm weak enough to get hurt by you? Look at the size diffrence between us' yeah, he was really tall but what about the stomachs? You could tells who's is bigger...Suddenly he stands up carrying you 'do you trust me y/n?' He says holding you around his waist. You nod a bit confused '...yes?' Soon you regret your decision and you get thrown in the air like a baby, getting caught once again just to be chucked around. You can't help yourself but just giggle at the excitement never in a million stars have you thought someone could throw you around like that.

Sukuna finally catches you and let's you back on your feet 'no matter how big or small you get, I will always be able to hold you like grapes' you smile so joyfully to sukuna and sukuna can't help but lean in and softly kiss you. You get taken by surprise but you softly start to kiss him back until you remembered that you are sure how to kiss someone and so you push him away to tell him 'sukunaidontknowhowtokiss!' You yelp and he chuckles 'I wouldn't something to confess as well and you tell me if I'm still allowed to kiss you...' you look upto sukuna as he gently caresses your cheek 'have you heard of...ryomen sukuna the one who thirst for blood?' You nod your head slowly and you lean a bit back 'that's...that is me' you froze from shock.

Weirdly...you get a bit turned on about how dangerous sukuna is but still he's so gentle with you 'kiss me sukuna...please teach me how' sukuna sits on the couch and leans back tapping his lap 'c'mere pretty girl'you get nervous but the way he just looks at you, it's like hes a predator waiting for its prey.

You get yourself onto his lap. He softly grabs your hand 'I'm taking it that you're a virgin?' You nod while having a bit of blush onto your cheeks 'you like the sound of not being one in the morning?' He says while starting to kiss your neck once he feels you nod 'use your big girl voice' you two lock eyes with eachother 'please...use me as you please sukuna...' he chuckles and continues to give you hickeys on your neck 'say "blueberry" if I get a bit too rough, only use it when you want me to stop not when you want a break, you want me to just pause everything and stop and just...love you' you nod understanding what he means and he grabs your round ass roughly while making out with you 'I've wanted to do this ever since you were first nice to me...and you weren't scared of me as well' you softly giggle at his confession 'the day you were so gentle with the kitten in my shop...I wanted you to ruin mine' you whispered just under your breath and your lips slam together becoming more lewd by the second.

He begins to take your shirt off and you start to do the same to him seeing his abs, it felt so unrealistic. "Get on your knees for me baby..." you do as you're told and he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. He see practically sees sparkles in your eyes "unzip is and take it out of my boxers" you snap back and start seeing the huge imprint "yes sir..." you mumble and slowly unzip it, before you could even take it out of his boxers it sprung up and put its self right infront of your face "can that even go inside anyone...?" That was your first thought when seeing his thick and long cock, it was staring at you...throbbing for you. Sukuna wraps your hair in his fist "you know what to do princess..." you nod hesitantly and open your mouth to wrap around his tip. Holy shit and that's only his tip in your mouth. You can't take it all in your mouth let alone half. "Take your time....just suck what's in your mouth" the reassuring words from sukuna comforted you and you just sucked his tip and you start to Bob your head slowly taking more and more in your mouth going down your throat before your realize you have half of his cock in yiur throat. "Fuck baby take it out of your mouth now." You slowly take it out and there's a pop sound when you take the tip out of your mouth. "I might of just nutted down your throat...fuck, you sure this is your first time?" You nod "mhm only your cock has been in my mouth...the only one I've seen in real life..." hearing that turned him on way more than it should have. "Turn around and bend over for me baby..." you hesitate but the way he looks at you...the lust in his eyes, it's so dominating and you turn around but that's all you get upto before he pushes you to bend over on the small coffee table "sorry baby, hopefully you remeber the safe word" He pulls your pants down and pulls your panties to the side lining himself upto your pussy entrance "fuck your pussy is drooling just from sucking my fucking cock" He rubs it against your slit trying to push it in but it's just so fucking tight and he's so big you think it's impossible until you feel your pussy stretch making you scream from the surprise. Holy shit how can it even fit inside you? He slowly loves deeper "get use to my size...I'm fighting every thought in my mind and muscle in my body to not just thrust inside you breed you like a fucking animal in heat..." all you could do was nod and whimper. He starts to slowly thrust starting to get faster. Hearing you moan and whimper because of his cock was making it throb even more. Giving you a slap on your ass if you try to crawl away and pushing his cock deeper into you. He just loves the way you are crying for him to stop but also begging for more and for his babies inside your womb.

You're now overestimulated. Your brain is mush by now and you can't even speak properly except for begging and moaning. Seeing him lay next to you all sweaty and messy hair was somewhat comforting. Maybe your fucked out brain could comprehend that it was finally over, just for this night atleast. Feeling the cum flowing out of you you put your panties on properly again "fuck...first time having sex and I'm gonna get pregnant..." you mumble and you hair sukuna laugh softly and pull you into him "fuck, I love you."

#sukuna x y/n #sukuna x chubby reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna smut #smut #jjk smut #chubby reader #x reader #yakuza boss #yakuza #not proofread

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 8 months

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Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

On the night I received the earrings from Drake一

Comte: "Drake, you seem to have gotten used to living here, but how is your body?"

Comte asked Drake over a glass of wine at the dinner table.

Comte: "You’re somewhere between a vampire and a human, so I don’t think your bloodlust is that strong."

Drake: "You’re right."

Drake: "I’ve never felt a bloodlust strong enough to make me hungry. I guess I’m no different from a human."

Comte: "I see. In your case and Napoleon’s, the human side might still be stronger."

Comte: "As I mentioned before, there is a possibility that you will lean towards becoming a second-tier vampire if you consume blood."

Drake: "So if I don’t drink blood, I’ll mostly remain human?"

Leonardo: "Who knows? Being a half-vampire is an exceptional case. There’s a lot we don’t understand. But when the bloodlust strikes, the only thing that can satisfy the thirst is blood."

As they were talking, Arthur raised a glass containing rouge towards Drake.

Arthur: "Here’s some advice from me. Blood tastes much better when you get it directly from a girl."

Arthur: "If you bite while being intimate, it’s less likely to be noticed, and the atmosphere becomes more exciting. I highly recommend it."

Theo: "Don’t bring up lewd topics during meals, horny writer."

Vincent: "I still find the taste of blood a little unpleasant. I wish I could be satisfied with Blanc, but it’s just a substitute."

Drake: "I’m fine with it. I’m used to the taste of blood."

Everyone at the table looked surprised by Drake’s statement.

Vincent: "Drake, have you already tasted rouge?"

Arthur: "You haven’t been secretly biting Mitsuki, have you? We're not allowed to sneak around, you know?"

Mitsuki: "What!?"

Drake: "Haha! Actually, I might have taken a sip."

Mitsuki: "I promise! I haven’t been bitten! Seriously, Drake, stop lying."

I hurriedly denied it, but Drake continued while cutting the meat on his plate.

Drake: "I'm used to it because it was common in my pirate days."

Drake: "During a fight, you get hurt and covered in blood. It wasn't uncommon to swallow some of it."

Theo: "Don't bring up inappropriate topics at the dinner table, Drake."

Drake laughed and took a big bite of the meat.

While listening to the conversation, something suddenly occurred to me.

(How did Drake feel about becoming a half-vampire?)

Napoleon had agonized over being resurrected as a half-vampire against his will.

At first, Drake had doubts about living in a mansion where humans and vampires coexist, but he didn't seem bothered that he was becoming more like a vampire.

We finished our dinner as I pondered these thoughts. As the night deepened, the conversation among those relaxing in the living room revolved around Drake.

Isaac: "Drake, you were resurrected without a contract, right? Wasn't there something you wanted to do in your first life?"

Drake: "Hmm, if I had to think of something, it would be things like wanting to drink more alcohol, eat delicious food, or meet the woman of my destiny."

Isaac: "The woman of your destiny?"

Drake: "The most amazing woman."

(Woman of destiny? I think he said something like that before.)

(Oh, right. When we first met.)

------------Flashback------------

Drake: "Woman of destiny."

---------Flashback Ends---------

The words he mumbled back then must have been an overflow of his final thoughts.

(The most amazing woman, huh? It's vague, but that's probably his type of woman.)

I was a little curious but felt too embarrassed to ask.

Isaac: "You're talking about desires like alcohol, food, and women as unfinished business."

Drake: "I live honestly according to my desires."

Drake: "But if I had to force myself to mention something left unfinished, I’d say to set sail and reach the end of the sea, even if a possible demise awaits me."

Drake's eyes seemed genuinely serious as he said this.

(He really seems like someone who wants to set out to sea.)

Dazai: "It's a poetic and romantic dream for someone like you. Not fearing danger is what one would expect from a captain who has circumnavigated the world."

Drake: "Right?"

Drake: " Accomplishments and great voyages are only fun after you've taken the first step. And revenge."

Mitsuki: "Revenge?"

Drake: "My voyages were always about surviving the tumultuous seas. That's why I want revenge."

Drake: "But it won't start until I get a ship. I wonder if Comte can help with that."

Dazai: "Ahaha! Let's buy a big ship and have a party."

Isaac: "You better not, because Comte might actually buy one!"

The laughter never ceased, even at night.

Several days later, in the morning...

Mitsuki: "Huh? Drake, are you going somewhere?"

While cleaning the yard, I called out to Drake when I noticed him about to leave the mansion.

Drake: "Yup, I just need to run some errands in the city."

Mitsuki: "Are you okay going alone? You're still not very familiar with the town, right?"

Drake: "Don't worry. Dazai showed me around casinos and bars the other day."

(If it's him and Dazai, they probably hit it off and went sightseeing together.)

Mitsuki: "Just be careful not to go to unsafe places. You never know what might happen."

Drake: "Are you worried about me? This monsieur is so happy."

Mitsuki: "As your roommate, it's only natural."

He teasingly peered into my face, and for some reason, my heart skipped a beat.

Drake: "Don't worry, little fawn. I'm not going for fun today. I have other matters to attend to."

Drake: "Besides, I got my stuff back, so there's nothing to fear."

He opened his coat, revealing a knife and a gun hanging from his belt.

Mitsuki: "You're a tough one. I'll try not to worry too much. Take care."

Drake: "Yeah, see you later."

I waved my hand and resumed my work as he walked away.

(What kind of errands is he running? It's rare for him to go to town alone.)

(Is he going to meet with someone?)

He was the type of person who could easily make friends with anyone, so it wouldn't be weird if he already had friends.

(Wait, is that someone a woman?)

That thought popped into my head, bringing me back to reality.

Mitsuki: “Stop it, Mitsuki! Don’t stick your nose into someone else’s business.”

I turned my attention back to my work to sweep away those unnecessary thoughts.

Sebastian: “Mitsuki, could you bring the pets’ food later?”

Mitsuki: “Sure!”

Mitsuki: “Draco seems to really like the food you make.”

Sebastian: “I’m honored.”

Sebastian happily smiled when I told him this while doing his chores.

Sebastian was like the ultimate butler—he always went the extra mile to make sure everyone, including the pets, felt totally at ease.

Sebastian: “By the way, the name Draco sounds like it'd suit a pirate.”

Mitsuki: "I heard it was originally Drake's nickname. I think it means devil."

Mitsuki: “Huh? But if it means devil, shouldn’t it be a demon? What language is Draco?” **

I tilted my head in confusion, and Sebastian raised his index finger.

Sebastian: “Before explaining that, let’s have a quiz. What do you think is the origin of Draco?”

Mitsuki: “Draco, Draco... Wait, dragon?”

Sebastian: “Impressive, that’s correct. You got it in one shot.”

Sebastian: “Draco means dragon in Latin. In some cultures, dragons and demons are considered the same.”

Sebastian: “The surname Drake itself also derives from the word dragon, so perhaps as a homage to the awe-inspiring nature of dragons, Draco, with the meaning of devil, was used as the name.”

Mitsuki: "Wow, Sebastian, you really are something. You even know the origin of the names."

Sebastian: "Well, I used to be a historian. By the way, that person's name also has the same origin."

Mitsuki: "That person?"

Sebastian: "Vlad."

Sebastian: "His family name, Draculesti, also means dragon."

(That's an interesting connection between Drake and Vlad.)

(Come to think of it, I haven't introduced them to each other yet.)

Sebastian: "Oh dear, is it this late already?"

Sebastian: "I got carried away. Mitsuki, could you do me a favor?"

Afterward, I went to the city's university.

The favor Sebastian asked me to do was to deliver something to Isaac.

------------Flashback------------

Sebastian: "Lately, Isaac has been staying late at the university for his research."

Sebastian: "He has a unique condition where he needs to consume rouge five times a day, so could you deliver this rouge and food to him?"

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I'm here at the university, but I have no idea where Isaac is.)

I wandered around the campus, but everyone was in class, so I couldn't find anyone to ask.

(Hmm. I guess I'll have to wait for the class to end.)

Deciding on that, I looked up at the sky in the courtyard and saw the moon.

(The moon is so pretty.)

(It's quiet around here. It's making me feel so relaxed.)

Lost in the beauty of the moon, I walked without realizing someone had come out of the corner of the building.

Mitsuki: "Kyaah!"

???: "........."

I accidentally bumped into someone, and the thick book they were holding fell to the ground with a thud.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

???: "Be more careful."

Hey, little fawn. There's something that's been bothering me lately. It's not about the 19th century or vampires. It's about you.

Apart from me calling you little fawn, does anyone else have a nickname for you?

Because I heard Theo calling you Hondje and Dazai calling you Toshiko-san. I even heard that someone called you a guinea pig.

I can't help but wonder how they even called you that in the first place. Well, I guess they must be wondering about my nickname for you, too.

I'm a bit bummed that someone else had their own nickname for you before I did. So, I have a suggestion.

Let's not have anyone other than me—oops, I mean anyone other than me and Draco call you little fawn. Why? Because I don't like it.

Even though you're my little fawn, if everyone else starts calling you that, it'll feel like they took you away from me.

So, let's make little fawn a special privilege for us. Can I get your approval, little fawn?

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luluia · 2 months

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Promise? Promise. {Part 1}

Pairing: Zoro x Reader

Rating/Content Warning: Pretty much none/the same as my first work. It is fluff so there is nothing you should be warned about besides soft kissing, cursing, and arguing

Summary: You work on the Baratie with your step brother Sanji. But you’re childhood friends and lovers with Zoro

Disclaimer(s): None that I can really think of? There is Cursing but that’s really it, stay safe!!! <3xxx

Early Writing Idea

“I TOLD YOU TO PUT AWAY YOUR LAUNDRY LIKE A RESPONSIBLE ADULT!” You say yelling at the green haired man in front of you

“I’m not going to do something someone told me to do. Especially if it’s you.” He said only making your blood boil more as your fists clenched

“STUPID- STUPID SWORDSMAN!” You said slamming the door he really got on your nerves sometimes.

Story

Flashback

“Zoro do you promise to stay by my side forever?” You said smiling and giggling as you were being sent off to live in a different town

“Of course! I’ll find you dummy! And we’re going to be the best the world has ever seen!” He said raising his bamboo sword I smiled

Back

“Wake up already” You heard the last voice you wanted to hear for the rest of the day

“Shut up” You said covering your ears with your pillow before he started dragging you. Your head banging in the process

“FUCK!” You yelled before he brought me out my room, my head throbbing

“Aren’t you a sunshine in the mornings” Your older brother Sanji said teasing his little sister

“Shut it and make me coffee” You said changing into your waitress clothes

“Just remember you’re just a baker” He teased ruffling my hair before going down to go make some coffee for everyone

Some you wish he would treat you like he treats every other female that waltz’s in. Honestly you’d think that being his step-sister would mean something to him.

You finished getting ready and headed downstairs hearing everyone slowly wake up.

“Alright boneheads get to work we got lots to do” Chef Zeff said as I yawned tying my apron around my waist as Sanji handed me my coffee

“You forgot to do a double knot” He said tying your apron into a double knot for you

“You know maybe if you did a hot and cold act you could have girls actually chase you” You said sipping your coffee

“Vinsmoke siblings get out and take orders” Chef ordered as we went out Sanji hated waiting tables but Zeff would never let him in the kitchen

Me on the other hand? I’m allowed to make our desserts but I chose to wait tables with my brother.

“I already told you I’m not a waiter. What an irresistible beauty you are” You heard Sanji say as you roll your eyes serving customers

“What is the bug doing there waiter!?” I heard a man say as I immediately looked

“Pardon me” I said to the people I was serving to walk over as Sanji humiliated him

“DONT YOU MESS WITH ME WAITERRRRR”

“That’s the fifth time this week! What am I supposed to tell-“ I was about to continue but he interrupted me going on about the importance of food and not wasting it

“Don’t you dare step on my brother!” I said kicking the man’s foot off his hand

“I don’t give a shit if you’re a paying customer no one disrespects my brother like that scum.” You said before Sanji kicked him knocking him out

“I can handle it myself” Sanji said

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes as the chefs came doen the stairs

“Don’t ever waste food around me again. At sea you never provoke your cook you’re signing your own death warrant. Remember that.” Sanji said I scoffed

“Sorry I can’t take you seriously when you do that” You said noticing some people walked into the restaurant

“Good day to you three! Please, take a seat right over there and your order will be taken shortly” you said as they looked at you, you didn’t take a good look at them

“Not again Vinsmoke siblings!” Our pal said as you rolled my eyes as Sanji explained what he did wrong as Marine lieutenant swore he’d shut this place down

“Maybe I should just finish you off now then” Sanji said you sighed as you held him back

“It’s not worth it dumbass! You could get da- Zeff in serious trouble!” You said

Zeff and some kid came down from the ceiling

“Not again“ You sighed rubbing your temples as they started yelling

“Vinsmoke pain in the asses don’t tell me you two went on a Bothe rampage idiots” Zeff said

“Put a cork in it old man” Sanji and you said as he started talking you tapped your foot on the floor as you both earned a slap from Zeff Fullbody earned a kick

“I’m going back to serving these fools” You said as Krieg pirates entered you stole Sanji’s cigarette he went to the kitchen as you followed

“Dumbass you know if Zeff catches you you’re not only getting yourself in trouble but me as well” You said

“Eat it” Sanji said going outside with some food you decided not to get involved.

“Commotions over get back to work brats” you said looking out the window and seeing Sanji and that kid from earlier talking

“Big brother hurry up or I’m taking all the ladies for myself” You said as he stood up

“I decline your offer of being a pirate” Sanji said to the kid

“Sanji? A pirate? Please! I’d love to see him try” You scoffed as you two walked back inside

“LAST ONE TO MAKE IT IS A ROTTEN EGG” You said as you both ran

“Choreboy stop yelling at the customers and get back to work!” You chopped him in the head as you looked at the people he was talking to

“Sanji you get back to work to no swooning again!” You grabbed him by his collar and threw him

“How many times do I have to tell you? Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with someone like you” You said as you felt a pair of eyes stare at you

“What do you want moss head? Your order taken?” You asked sarcastically

“Y/n?” He said you were confused

“Y/n? I’m not sure who that is sorry. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else” You stated as you got a sudden headache

“I’m going back to serving customers” You said walking away but your headache grew

‘I promise’

Promise what? Why does he look familiar? What is going on?

“Hey sis? Are you alright you look pale” Sanji said as I felt dizzy I looked at him

“Zoro”

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Do you guys want a part 2? Also sorry for not posting at all I haven’t had motivation to write or time to.

#anime and manga #one piece #fluff #roronoa zoro #straw hat pirates #x reader #zoro x reader #promises #friends #childhood #anime gif #vinsmoke sanji #siblings #cooking #step siblings #step brothers #romance #part 1

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sunriserose1023 · 9 months

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Point of Ignition [two]

WARNINGS: Hangover, mentions of throwing up WORD COUNT: 2128

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You moaned as consciousness finally took hold. You opened one eye to look at the clock beside your bed, groaning when you lifted your pillow from behind your head and put it over your face.

“You are not allowed to smother yourself.” “Let me die in peace.”

Natasha chuckled at your muffled response.

“I have coffee.”

You groaned, shaking your head beneath the pillow.

“At least drink some water.” “Leave me alone.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, walking over and snatching the pillow from your face. You hissed at the light, the sudden intrusion hurting your eyes.

“Good God, woman. You’d think you’ve never gotten drunk before.” “I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. It’s been a while.”

Natasha shoved a bottle of water in your hands, and you grumbled to yourself as you sat up. You squinted your eyes at her as she sat on her bed, guzzling a large cup of coffee. After you’d downed half the bottle, you looked her way.

“How did we get home last night?” “Sam and Bucky walked us. Well… Sam and I walked. Bucky pretty much carried you.”

You groaned and put your head in your hand.

“Did I say anything?” “Nothing untoward. Nothing sexual, despite Bucky’s multiple attempts.” “I think I’m going to be sick.” “Oh, it wasn’t anything too bad.” “No, I …”

You ran to the small bathroom, hitting your knees at the toilet. Natasha made a face before she stood up, walking in to gather your hair and hold it back.

“Hey, at least you didn’t do this in front of him.” “Not helping.”

You sat on your bed with a blanket wrapped around you, watching Netflix on your laptop. Natasha walked in with a bag of food in her hands and went to you, bending to see what you were watching.

“Grey’s again?” “It’s my comfort show.” “That’s saying something, when your comfort show is blood and guts and death.”

You stuck your tongue out at her and she laughed as she opened the bag.

“Chicken sandwich and fries for you.” “Thanks.”

She handed your food to you, sitting on her bed and crossing her legs as she unwrapped her own chicken sandwich. You paused your show, eating a few fries, then speaking.

“Hey, Nat?” “Hmm?”

She looked at you with her sandwich in her mouth and you smiled. She chewed, raising an eyebrow, your signal to go ahead and say what you wanted to. You took a sip from your water, staring at your sandwich while you spoke.

“Did a whole bunch of girls come up to Bucky last night?”

She swallowed her bite, studying you.

“Why?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Can’t remember if I dreamed that or not.” “Is it bothering you?”

You rolled your eyes, eating another fry.

“No.” “Muffin, let me tell you what I’ve learned.”

She lounged back, wiggling her red-tipped toes.

“Bucky is charming. He knows the right things to say and he knows how to use his devastatingly good looks to his advantage.”

She sighed.

“He’s … enjoyed the company of a lot of women. He gets what he wants and then he’s on to the next one. He’s not rude to them or anything like that. He’s just a one and done kind of guy.”

You slowly nodded and Natasha took a dainty bite of one of her fries.

“He flirted with me when I first got here. I flirted back, but I didn’t sleep with him. I honestly think that’s just one of his factory settings: when he sees a new girl, he goes for it.”

You gave a quiet laugh, studying your sandwich. You didn’t say anything, so Natasha continued.

“If we’re being honest, I think he’d show you a good time. A real good time, if the rumors are true. But if you’re looking for something substantial and long-lasting … he’s not your guy.”

You lifted your eyes to hers and smiled.

“I’m not looking for anything, substantial or inconsequential. I have bigger things to think about. I just feel like he won’t give up until he gets what he wants.” “He’s not going to pester you until you give in, or stalk you or anything like that. If you make him understand that you’re not into him, he’ll respect that.”

You slowly nodded, and Natasha stood up, brushing the crumbs off the front of her shirt.

“I think I’m going to go shower.”

You nodded, smiling at her as she gathered her things, then headed down the hall to the communal showers. When she was gone, you settled down into your bed.

You had already told yourself everything Natasha had said. Bucky was a playboy, period. None of the girls you’d seen last night seemed upset with him. They flirted, he flirted back, they touched him, he touched them back. Kissed a few on the cheek.

While you went and shot everclear.

You imagined your stomach shaking her finger at you, so you set your sandwich aside. You settled further into your bed, eyeing your computer again. You started the episode back up, vowing to yourself that you would not let Bucky Barnes distract you any more than he already had. You had turned over a new leaf. You were an all-new person, and a bad boy that fights in an underground club was the farthest thing from what you needed.

Right?

On the first day of classes, you stood before the mirror in yours and Natasha’s dorm, taking a long look at yourself. Today, you had on a soft blue blouse, more skinny jeans, and the same ballet flats. You were debating on whether to forego a cardigan since the weather was nice, but you were worried the classrooms would be cold. You decided to take one, just in case, folding it up neatly and sliding it into your backpack. You nodded, blowing out a breath.

It felt weird, to be dressing like this and forcing this new persona on yourself. You set out to leave your past behind and start fresh, and you were, but at what cost?

You shook your head. The only person who knew you here was Natasha, and she had promised to do everything she could to help you leave your past in the past. And your past is exactly why starting anything up with Bucky Barnes was a brilliantly bad idea.

You blew out a breath and shook your head. You had to stop thinking about him. He was not a good idea, no matter how cute he was.

You straightened your shoulders and lifted your chin. You had a goal and you were working toward it. Once you knocked today’s classes out of the park, you’d find your rhythm and be fine. No, you’d be better than fine.

“Did you catch the fight the other night?”

Your ears perked up when you heard the whisper down the table. Two girls had just put their books down, ignoring their work to gossip instead. Of course, you’d come to the library to get a head start on some assignments, but …

“No, stupid family dinner. How was it?” “He won again.” “Of course he did.”

You tried to pretend to focus on your work, but you couldn’t help overhearing.

“He looked fine as hell, too. I don’t know why he ever wears a shirt.” “God, me either. Those tattoos on his arms but none on his chest? It’s all I can do not to throw my panties at him.”

You widened your eyes, blinking at the blank piece of paper in front of you.

“I just wish he’d give us another chance.”

Your pen scribbled down the page, and you could suddenly hear your heartbeat in your ears. The other girl shook her head.

“You know how he is. One and done.” “I know, but it was so good. I don’t think—no. I have never come that hard in my life.”

You coughed, shaking your head as the girls looked your way. You shook your head again.

“Sorry. I knew I should have brought some water.”

They looked at each other, leaning forward and talking so softly you couldn’t hear them anymore. You tried to focus on your assignment, but your mind was like a neon sign blinking BUCKY. You picked up your phone, noting that you had almost two hours before your next class, and with that time, you decided to do the only thing you knew to do.

Cyber stalking.

You pulled up Instagram, smiling at the first pic that came up, of Natasha and Sam cheek to cheek. He was smiling and she had that sexy closed-mouth smile she did, and you couldn’t help but double tap it.

After a moment, you touched the picture again, seeing Sam’s name pop up where Natasha had tagged him. You went to his page, scrolling just a bit past shots of birds and a plane and the sky, landing on a shot of a group of men, Bucky next to a man beside Sam. You glanced up, then touched the picture, smiling when tags were shown. You touched the one closest to Bucky, a victorious smile coming to your lips when his page appeared.

Unprotected, of course. Public, because duh. You rolled your eyes at his profile picture and bio, taking a good look at his feed. There were some random shots, some of what looked to be a gym, various gym equipment. Some surprising shots of food that you assumed he cooked, but you’d keep your doubts there. Multiple shots of him at a punching bag, some from when he got new tattoos. And one that made your breath catch in your throat when you let it fill your screen.

He was standing against a wall, leaning back, with his jeans on, zipped but unbuttoned. He didn’t have a shirt on, and he was looking to the right with an almost sad look on his face. His muscles were on full display, and with the positioning of the open button, you knew he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Chick needed a model for her photography class. But I’m still not sure she was telling the truth. I mean, look how shamelessly objective that picture is.”

Your face was in flames when you heard the whisper in your ear. You slowly turned to see Bucky almost with his chin on your shoulder, a shit-eating grin on his face. You swallowed as he pulled out the chair beside you, setting his bag on the table, shaking his head.

“Insta stalking me.” “I was not.” “Oh, so you just happened to stumble across my page, just happened to be scrolling through my feed?”

You didn’t have a good answer, so you didn’t say anything. Bucky leaned closer, one arm stretched across the back of your chair, scrolling through his pictures on your phone himself.

“This one I like. Makes me look badass, right?”

You kept quiet, but it didn’t deter him.

“There’s my bike, my baby. The duck at the pond behind the science building. Damn, I forgot about that carbonara. I’ll make it for you one day, pigeon.” “I don’t eat carbs.”

He snorted.

“You ate four pieces of bread and two sleeves out of a box of Ritz crackers the other night.”

You blinked twice.

“Momentary lapse. I was drunk.”

Bucky chuckled, leaning closer to you.

“It’s okay to like me, pigeon.” “I don’t even know you.” “Well, let me take you to dinner and we can change that.”

You barked out a laugh so loud you were shushed by everyone around you. You clapped a hand over your mouth and sank in your chair while Bucky chuckled again beside you. You removed your hand and whispered to him.

“Does that line ever work for you?” “It’s about 70/30.”

You sighed, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms over your chest. Bucky held up a finger, sliding your phone towards him. You leaned up to watch him scroll to the top of the page, touching the blue “Follow” button. Then, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping the screen until his Instagram was up, quickly finding your page and following you back.

“There. Now we’re Insta friends and there’s no need for stalking.”

He looked down at his phone.

“Or no possibility. Pidge, there’s one picture on your page.” “I’m new to social media.”

Bucky made a face like he didn’t believe you, but nodded. He clicked his phone off, standing up and sliding the phone into his pocket.

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Have a wonderful day, Pidge.” “I’m not … hey, I never agreed—“

You were shushed again as he walked away, sinking into your seat as your face burned.

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Hi there! Playlist anon again. I listened to the whole thing and here are my thoughts. I hope this isn't over reaching cause I really enjoyed it overall and would love to see the rest 🙏🏽. Buckle in this is longgg

Rivers is a Vampire- Sonic would dance fight Shadow to this song (like in the original puss in boots, look up the scene I swear it's great).

Loose Cannon- it's both so Shadow and Sonic coded but it's funnier if it's Shadow realizing he likes Sonic. More likely it's supposed to be Sonic @ Shadow and it really fits. 10/10 putting it on my personal playlists.

Genius - this is Sonic having a jam sesh in his bedroom. 7.5/10 very in character, you're going to make me start liking rock music.

Assassin- 9/10 Shadow in his emo boy bag. The verses feel like Shadow in his head thinking he's hot shit (he's right), but the chorus feels like Rouge trying to talk him down. Overall big fan.

Lost- Honestly really love the vibes of this one. It sounds like Sonic and Hoax fighting/ talking or just Sonic debating with himself. Love the jaunty music with the sinister undertones.Fading World- 7/10(<- could be higher depending on personal taste) A nice interplay between Sonic's cheery friendliness and Shadow's.... everything. A nice world building song if that makes sense. If vamp au! were a level in a game this would play.

Moon Trance- A vampire nobility song if that makes sense. Kinda gives off Blaze if Sonic were dropping in with EDM beats. World building song.

Phantom of the Opera Overture- Shadow once again in his emo bag. Listening to this I imagine him dramatically posed as Ophelia in the river as Rouge looks on utterly unimpressed. Another world building song.

Dear Wormwood- 10/10 Devastating. This feels like when Shadow discovers Rogue is a vampire (if that's still canon?) and could work for the Sonic/Hoax reveal but to a much lesser extent.

Galacta Knight Theme- 5/10. Not bad but I'm not entirely sure how it fits. Feels like a world building song but lacks the rock and goth roots of its predecessors. I wanna say it feels like an Eggman song?

Trouble- Rouge song very fun (Shadow if you get a microscope). Good for a chase scene or playful fight.

Look What You Made Me Do Remix- Shadow after Sonic sneaks an extra sip of blood. 8/10 Shadow wouldn't be a Swiftie but he would bop to a song or two.

Bodies- GODDDDD 10/10. Shadow tracking a vampire to a party in his vulture outfit and having to maneuver his way to stealthily kill them (can't remember clearly if Shadow's actively a vampire hunter in the au rn but you get the vibe /pos).

Vampire Culture- like I said before Shadow being a hater /pos. Somebody get this boy a weighted blanket he needs to chill 8/10. I imagine he plays this as he puts on each vampire repellent stud and piercing.

The Magic 8- A very Sonic song in message but also Amy with the talk of magic. Funky duet? They'd probably sing this at Shadow 9/10.

Who's in Control- 10/10 Another Sonic/ Hoax talking song (I interpret their dynamic to be that Hoax has less inhibitions than Sonic and is overall allowed to be looser. hopefully that's close).

Why Do I- Sonic after Shadow realizes he's Hoax and they have a falling out. It feels do very Teen Beach Movie /pos. He'd get a whole musical number with backup dancers and rad sad choreography.

Blood Red Moon- World building song. Funnily enough I think you'd introduce Shadow with it. Dark foggy night, random vamp running away/ person being attacked by one, cut to Shadow standing ominously with a lightning strike for good measure. Lowkey has cowboy vibes.

Born of a Star- Feels like a happy future. The type of track that would play towards the end of a boss fight.

Drumming Song- 8/10. Very much an Amy song I like it a lot plenty of witchy vibes. Feels like it would play when she performs a powerful spell/ ritual (not sure exactly how her magic works). The chorus especially also sounds like Shadow describing the effect Hoax has on him :).

You've Created a Monster- Shadow. That's the review. This plays during a hunt or just during his morning routine. Just goofy enough to hide the emotional turmoil but serious enough to show his issues 8/10.

This is Why- Shadow whenever he sees Hoax. He's his biggest hater. Also Shadow at his job with Knuckles (he's about to punch someone's teeth in).

Figure 8- Sad Shadow hours. Probably around the time he just met Hoax and made the deal. Sounds like he's questioning his whole identity :(.

Shoot to Kill- 6/10 World building song. It's giving gathering of elders in the vampire kingdom.

Punching Bag- I've been associating the Set it Off songs with Sonic so far so at first I was thrown for a loop, but honestly? I can see him singing this after someone (Shadow) tries to kill him. It can also be a Shadow song but I find the Sonic angle very interesting.

Vampire- 9/10. ROUGE SONG. She's about to rob a man, GOOD FOR WOMEN.

Sirens- Not sure exactly this would apply to but very fun. Sounds like Shadow falling in love in a very overdramatic way but could also be Sonic. 8/10

Again sorry for the length and I hope I didn't interpret anything egregiously wrong 😭

I think the band In This Moment and their albums GODMODE, Mother and Ritual could maybe fit.

Thanks again for sharing :)🙏🏽

~🩸🎵

anon i am literally kissing you on ur nonexistent smooth gray mouth HHJDFHHSDH this is the nicest thing anyones ever given me im so giddy about this DHFSHFHSDJDSF that being said this is gonna get so long so i am adding the under cut LOL

Rivers is a Vampire- youre so fucking right for this and i wanna draw it so bad ... JKDFJKSJKF

Loose Cannon-set it offs elsewhere album is a whole banger and highly recc the whole thing >:]]] and this song is a shadow centric one ! about how hes always on the edge around everyone bc of his paranoia, and esp around hoax lol, he gets mad about being called out </333

Genius - sonic jamming to this is also so correct fdjghjdfg contrary to shadow, sonic in vampire au is just here to have a good time LMAO (u should get into rock :} BDSFBH its fun here)

Assassin- this one is rlly interesting to me bc the ENTIRE thing is intended to be a shadow callout post from sonic/hoax pov. i would not have considered this being shadow reflecting on himself at all ! but damn the rouge pov also works out really well too, i never considered that either! (originally i figured the only rouge mention would have been 'you hear whispers when were just talking' which would have been sonic and rouge talking to each other and shadow thinks they are conspiring </3)

Lost- this one is a lil complicated in my rat brain shdfhj !! this one is shadow pov! its like. about his perspective shifts across the plot in vampire au- first trying to hide from the scary vampires </3 and the screams are getting louder line ....is about maria...... i eated that part up.... "please dont find me im not ok" is a very shadowcore line and the final lost chorus meant to rep shadow eventually becoming 'lost' in what scared him but like. embracing it. this one. is hard to convey JJSDFJSD prob would need art to get across what i mean i suppose Fading World- this one is a Maria and GUN song ! :]c (dont worry about the fact its bass boosted. i am just guy who likes bass......)

Moon Trance- close !!! silver and mephiles :3333 jbhdfjdj(meph is blazes royal advisor so it does tie back to her kingdom ehe). boys who prowl and will bash your head in to this in the woods somewhere

Phantom of the Opera Overture- "Shadow once again in his emo bag. Listening to this I imagine him dramatically posed as Ophelia in the river as Rouge looks on utterly unimpressed. Another world building song." I NEED TO DRAW THIS SO FUCKING BAD AHAHH u are SO FUCKING RIGHT FOR THIS. side note, a general rule of thumb (not always but a lot) anything that sounds this fucking dramatic is shadow pov and how he imagines vampires, the real guys are just chilling dfbhgfhsd with their nerd music. shadow is vampires #1 hype man without even realizing

Dear Wormwood- this one is Primarily a shadow and GUN song !! tho there are little tidbits of others who he has discovered lied to him like rouge eggman and sonic !!! (and yes shadow finding out rouge is a vampire is still canon >:])

Galacta Knight Theme-close with the eggman bit !! a theme for geebo <333(Lance)

Trouble- very correct vibes !! primarily rouge but i would add sonic in there too !! they both have that fun playful air to them tbh that i think a lot of people overlook in their canon dynamic hfgdhj

Look What You Made Me Do Remix- Shadow @ everyone tbh !! buttt primarily this is during his GUN arc when hes just so fed up with being lied to (he doesnt even know) i think if u remixed enough taylor swift into rock or metal he could get down to it fdgbjgdhjf

Bodies- YOURE SO RIGHT FOR THISSSS. esp the vulture part :]c... and the vampire hunter part is .. a little complicated ! he kinda is sometimes? theres a specific circumstance that makes him more willing to actively hunt and kill

Vampire Culture- he is absolutely blaring this in his mind while he gets ready lmaooo . big fan of weight blanket shadow tho dhgfdjg....something to draw.... fun lil fact tho... i imagine that smooth voice to be the head of GUN....

The Magic 8- i think sonic is the one singing it! but its all about amy! about her arc with her desperation to prove herself, getting consumed by her ambitions, and working with dark magic :)

Who's in Control- the sonic and hoax angle is SOOO interesting to me! i would have never thought of it bc frankly they are chill af, he does not have much turmoil about it! this has always been a HUGE shadow song esp 'living in fear, living afraid, hysterical everyday"

Why Do I- this is actually shadow @ sonic !!! reverse hehehe. this is one of the more accurate songs lmaooo, like 'wake up in cold sweats screaming your name" this song is the canon point in time where shadow first realizing he has a crush on sonic !! sonic is the reason the bastard drinks </3333

Blood Red Moon- absolutely obsessed with your version of it oughhhh, but its always been an eggman song to me (esp with that laugh lol)! and one of his silly little schemes. defo gonna draw that shadow idea tho thats so sick (and it is SO cowboy. do not be surprised if it winds up in the desert vampire playlist)

Born of a Star- this one is a death song ! self reflection and "how did we get here"

Drumming Song- close with the chorus part ! but the entire thing is Sonic pov about how yummy yummy shadows blood is 😋 shadows heartbeat drumming in his mind !

You've Created a Monster- i was SO fucking confused when i saw this bc!!!! youtube is hiding that video from me "its not available" !! and apparently you can see it but i cant!!! im so mad but i also owe you my life bc i found the song again and it BANGS SO HARD and it is 100% shadow wanting to kill maim <3333 its also a 3 way song for shadow @ everyone/ Hoax @ shadow about how shadow seems to be forcing hoax to be the monster he fears to justify his hatred/ uh oh amy fucked up !!!!

This is Why- THE JOB ANGLE IS SO CORRECT AND FUNNY, obsessed with that. but also yeah shadow doesnt like outside </3 rouge is the one saying the coast is clear </333

Figure 8- the deal interpretation is so good...... thats all im ever gonna think about now. honestly "all for your sake, became the very thing that i hate, i lost my way, spinning in an endless figure 8" was meant to be a shadow talking about maria line! but thats all i really got from the song, the deal idea is so good.......

Shoot to Kill- i personally saw this as a shadow GUN song !! bro is more intense and focused than usual

Punching Bag- THIS CHANGED ME WTFFF, i was struggling to see it as shadow and GUN, but oh my fucking GOD, the sonic pov is so raw and i am OBSESSED with it. pissed him off one too many times !!!!!!!

Vampire- WE SUPPORT WOMENS WRONGS !!! YAY ROUGE!!!!

Sirens- this is a shadow and GUN song !! solace in their song is propaganda !! shadows ready to shoot !!! shake off some blues kill vampires !!! HES BACK IN THE NOOSE!!!! SONIC GIVE HIM ALL YOU GOT BECAUSE IF NOT THEYRE GONNA DROWN HIM OUT !!!!!!! ehe :]

i listened to Mother and couldnt immediately feel anyone out with it but ill look thru their other stuff and rack my brain !!! ty for the suggestion !!!! but omg ty SO MUCH this was so fun if u ever wanna hmu for the other playlists...... i am looking so hard.. (but no pressure !! this was already so much and im so grateful !!!)

#vampire au #music tag #long post

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lec743 · 1 year

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Bloody Flora AU (FNAF Fanfic)

There’s a lot of learning curves when it comes to living with mythical creatures, huh @oobbbear. The Y/N in this story is taking those learning curves in stride I say. Hope y’all enjoy the story.

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Living with vampires was difficult to adjust to at first. In the beginning, Sun and Moon were always hungry, and yes, they would eat the fruit and vegetables that you fed them, but that never stopped them from craving your blood.

You’re not exactly sure how to feel about that. It’s like a mix between being flattered and apprehensive.

They don’t take a lot of blood. That first time that you were drank from like a living capri sun juice pouch, was the most blood they drank from you. They both only take about half a pint from you now. It’s not bad, but you once made the mistake of letting them feed from you before you started your morning and you accidentally fainted in the middle of your shop while they were asleep in the basement.

Lesson learned.

Now you set an alarm and only let them take a sip from you after your workday is over. You’ve also set a boundary of only allowing them to drink from you once a week. Honestly, the arrangement felt like giving a couple of kids some special candy for a job well done.

You’re capable of giving blood that often, because while you were getting your blood checked to make sure you were safe for them to eat, you learned that you have a genetic anomaly that makes you make more blood than you actually need in your body.

The jokes of being extra juicy couldn’t help but cross your mind at that revelation.

With food and the food scheduling down, the next part was training the boys in the jobs that you were needing them to do.

You… honestly wish you were more patient. This is obviously the first job these two have ever had. It makes you wonder just how long these two have been out on the streets without help. How they’ve even managed to survive without a roof over their heads to protect themselves from the sun is even more concerning.

So, when you catch Moon eating your flowers or Sun trying to improvise a new method of work that just makes things harder, you would step out and take a breath. Reminding yourself that they are still learning. Then you’d go back into the fray of teaching them both what needs to be done and how to properly do it and teach them when it’s appropriate to eat your flowers. The answer being that it’s never appropriate to eat your flowers unless they plan on paying you.

It took three months, but they eventually started getting the hang of what needed to be done, and you were able to trust them to finish what you couldn’t finish during the day.

Which was good because it was February and that means Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and that means an increase in sales, which means more work to do.

The sun had just set outside your little shop, and you were on a step ladder putting up glittery paper hearts in your windows.

The door to your basement creaked open and you heard Moon and Sun yawn as they stepped out.

You turned towards the noise and said, “Evening.”

Moon was wearing a pair of neon green pants and vest that was reminiscent of old 90’s carpet design. The kind that you would find decorating old bowling-alley buildings and retro theme parks. The little old green night cap that he had on his head wasn’t replaced. In fact, he was adamant that you make it as good as new. Considering how dirty and ripped it was, you tried your best. Now he wears it proudly on his head, despite the fact you think you didn’t do a good enough job of fixing his precious night cap.

Sun was wearing a pair of neon orange pants and vest that was also reminiscent of the old 90’s carpet design. However, it’s the kind of design that you would find decorating roller rinks and movie theaters. The frills around his head shined brightly around his head, giving him a lovely glow.

They both looked good and healthy. You’re happy for them.

You turn your focus back on the work at hand.

“Evening, Lavender,” Sun greeted you with a yawn, “What are you doing?”

You smile at the nickname. “Just decorating for Valentine’s Day,” you said as you taped in place the glittery paper heart.

“I though you were a horror type flower shop, why would you decorate your shop in pretty hearts,” Moon asked as you heard him poof, and then you felt him flutter next to you before landing on your shoulder.

You looked at the green and black bat on your shoulder.

“Oh, it’ll be horrific all right,” you state proudly, “It’s going to look like a geyser of bloody hearts have exploded in here.”

Moon giggled in his little voice and said, “Nice.”

“I’ll get to work on making your dinner,” Sun said as he walked away.

A lop-sided smile spread across your face at that. Sun has talked to you about wanting to make food for you whenever he can. Explaining that he’s doing it because he wants you to eat good food to make your blood extra delicious.

You interpret it as him just trying to pay you back for the kindness you have given them by letting them live, work, and eat here. You know, instead of thinking of it as him only considering you as a type of sustenance only.

You honestly believe that you are friends with them. Not close friends, but you do trust them to take care of your store while you sleep and that’s good enough for you for now.

“What will we be doing for Valentine’s Day,” Moon’s small voice asked by your ear.

“Mostly filling out orders. People will want to buy single roses or premade bouquets. We’ll also get some orders for custom made bouquets. It’ll be busier than it has been since you two have been here, so if you two feel overwhelmed by the leftover work that I leave you two, please don’t be afraid to wake me up to ask for help.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. This is my store. If I can’t help in it, then what kind of flower shop owner would I be?”

Moon cozied up against your neck, his fluffy back tickling you under your chin and that dip below your earlobe.

“Okay.”

You worked on putting up the hearts in a bloody, horrific fashion, until Sun called from the top of the stairs, calling that he has your dinner ready.

You hop down from the step ladder, Moon going, “Weee,” on your shoulder from the short fall. Then when you were up the stairs and crossing your living room, did Moon poof back to his human size.

The two of you entered your kitchen and you found that Sun had made you a plate of grilled salmon with rice and diced carrots and on the side was a spinach salad with dried raisins, apricots, and walnuts in it. A little bowl of cranberry vinaigrette sat next to the salad.

Sun was already at his chair, eating an orange without pealing it. The juice running down his hands and chin.

“Oh, I see kiwis,” Moon said excitedly as he sat down by his brother, and you took your seat.

“Thank you for the meal,” you told Sun as you poured your dressing on your salad.

“You’re welcome,” he said, then added, “and thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

As the three of you ate, you all talked about your previous day, what you were up to, the random thoughts you had. The usual thing you had developed the habit of doing since they got here.

It was nice. You’ve felt a little less lonely since they’ve started living here. Sure, it’s not like you don’t still have friends in this neighborhood, and it’s not like they haven’t visited you in the past. However, as you lived and worked in your flower shop, it seemed like that was all you had the time for, and it was lonely. Having someone to talk to for a time everyday has been nice.

Sun told you about how he found this new band called Skrillex and how he’s been listening to all their songs ever since he found them.

Moon told you about the new cats he befriended and how he found a mother that will be having kittens soon.

You told them about a movie that you want to watch that’s out in theaters.

“Why don’t you go watch it then,” Sun asked.

“Because I don’t have the time for it,” you state before taking a bite out of your salmon, “I have to work here.” You swallow your food.

“We can take care of things here for you. The theater is usually open during the night, so you’ll be able to go while we work,” Moon stated.

“Mmm,” you hummed uncertainly, “I could, but I don’t like going to movie theaters by myself. It makes me feel lonely. I prefer going with friends.”

“Oh,” you heard both brothers’ murmur.

“I’ll wait until it’s out on dvd. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Nothing more was said about that, and the topic was changed to Moon daring Sun to see how many grapes he can stuff in his mouth without accidentally spitting any out. Sun only agreed to the challenge if Moon could match him. You smiled at their antics, as it wasn’t long before you were out of grapes for them to stuff their mouths with.

The Fruit Bat Vampires were helping you do dishes when your alarm went off.

Moon and Sun’s ears perked up and they stared at you with shinny eyes as you wiped off your wet hands and took out your phone to turn off the weekly alarm.

You look back at Sun and Moon as they continue to stare at you with restrained excitement.

You smirk at their eagerness. Leaving the dishes half-finished in the sink, you walked to the living room to sit down on your couch. The two vampires eagerly followed you.

You sat down, and Moon had already grabbed your left arm and started licking your wrist where he was going to bite you. You felt your left arm tingle then go completely numb within a minute.

Sun sat on your right on the couch.

Moon opened his mouth wide, his fangs glistening under the lamp light, then you watched them sink into your flesh with little resistance and no pain. The only thing you could feel was the slight pressure of him pressing his mouth against you. And the slight suction of his mouth on your skin as it was pulled into his mouth as he gulped.

Sun sat patiently beside you as you both waited for Moon to have his fill.

You once tried to let them feed from you at the same time to, save time, but seeing them eat off you at the same time made you anxious and you accidently fainted in the middle of their feeding.

When you came too, you had both vampires crying over your body, acting like they had accidentally killed you.

It was another mistake you all learned quickly from.

Thinking back on it, it kind of makes you laugh, because they can hear your heartbeat, but they were so swept up with their perceived guilt for having killed you by accident, that they couldn’t hear you. Though, since you do have a habit of telling people when you’re about to faint, and you didn’t do it that time, you don’t blame them for thinking that they had killed you.

So, they wait, and take turns for over who eats off you first.

Moon released his bite on you and licked away any blood that was oozing from your wounds. Then Sun took your right hand and did the same thing to your right arm as Moon went to get the gauze wraps.

You are healed after two days from their bites, but they still like to play doctor with you. They probably still feel guilty from scarring you so bad after your first encounter with them. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t get spooked by them sometimes.

As Moon was wrapping up your arms, Sun got up and got you a bottle of mineral water. Taking the mineral water bottle, you stand up and yawn.

“Have a good rest of your night boys.”

“Have a good night, Moonflower,” Moon said.

You smiled at the nickname as you walked away.

“We hope you have good dreams,” Sun added

“I’m sure I will,” you say as you round the corner to go down the hall towards your bedroom.

You get yourself ready for bed.

Then as you lay down, you think about how Moon and Sun probably don’t get to do many celebrations. You were so busy during the Christmas and New Year’s orders and with their training, you didn’t have much time to celebrate with anyone. Maybe for Valentine’s Day, you can do something fun for them.

You drifted off to sleep, thinking about what you’d do.

As the days counted down to February 14th, you decided to get them something nice since you can’t go anywhere with them without making sure the shop won’t be busy.

For Sun, you got him a busted old MP3 player and you put a few songs on the MP3 player that you remember hearing him say that he liked. For Moon, you got him catnip so he could bribe the cats into like him more. You wrapped up the presents in red and white paper bags and tied the handles together with a pink ribbon.

On the morning of February 14th, you found a letter on your bathroom mirror from the two vampires.

We did some extra work last night. You shouldn’t have much to do, today. ~S&M

There’s always something to do, you thought with a smile as you took the note down and put it in your medicine cabinet with the other notes.

You got ready for your day and walked downstairs to your shop. You went through your normal opening routine. Then when you went to see what work was left to do, you found that all the orders that you had were already made. No flower arrangement was left for you to do. So, you went to see what needed to be cleaned, but you found that your store was practically spotless.

All you really had to do, was take care of customers, take care of your plants, and deal with any last-minute orders that might call in. Though considering it is Valentine’s Day, a last-minute order showing up is unlikely. You’re not that popular of a flower shop.

With little to do but wait for customers to come pick up their orders, you busied yourself with writing valentines to go with Moon and Sun’s presents. You’ve only known them for three months, so you weren’t sappy with it. You focused on trying to write the perfect joke for them to see. You were stuck between making the pun bat related or valentine related.

Eventually, for Sun, you wrote, You put the b in “bat-tastic”! Then, for Moon, you wrote, I have a bloody good time with you!

Is it stupid?

Yes.

Are you embarrassed?

No. You have long forgotten the meaning of embarrassment ever since you got your flower shop.

Besides, the boys could use something nice that isn’t just what they need to survive.

Evening came as the sun set and with the setting sun emerged your roommates.

“So, did you have a good day,” Moon asked excitedly.

“I did. Everything went smoothly. Are you two okay, though? You guys didn’t have to push yourselves to finish everything last night. That is what working as a team is for.”

“We wanted to,” Sun stated, “After dinner, we actually have something we want to show you.”

“Will we need to drive there?”

“We could,” Moon stated, “but we’d like to fly you to it, instead.”

“But only if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan,” you say.

Since all there was to do was take down the valentine decorations, you decided to close-up shop early and join Sun in cooking your dinner.

You talked, and ate, and laughed. Then after cleaning up, you went to your room and put their valentine presents in your backpack to hide them. You wanted to give them the present when they were done showing you what they wanted to show you.

Once the three of you were outside your shop and your front door was locked, Moon took to the sky first. The cold wind from his wings flapping, hitting you in the face. Then you felt another gust of cold wind and you felt strong, clawed feet wrap over your shoulders and under your arm pits. Your hands wrapped around his ankles as Sun took off to the sky with you in his hold.

It was neat, being able to see the city that you grew up in from a different angle. You saw the old park that you used to play in after school. You saw the old candy store that you loved as a kid was now abandoned and boarded up. You saw that tree where you had your first kiss under… Man, how things have changed.

The closer the Vampire brothers got to their destination, the more you realized that you knew where you were going.

Soon the three of you landed in front of old Mid-Night Cinema. The old movie theater that you used to love to go to with your friends. Still up and running despite everything against it.

“Ta-da,” Moon said, spreading his winged arms out wide towards the movie theater, “Now you’re able to watch that movie that you said you wanted to watch before.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Sun stated.

With a smile, you took off your backpack and fished out their presents, repeating the phrase back to them as you handed them their presents.

They looked a little dumbfounded, like they didn’t think they would get any presents at all.

“Well go on. Read your cards and open your presents. I hope you like them.”

The didn’t need to be told twice.

Sun and Moon ripped open the paper bags with reckless abandonment, almost making their presents drop to the concrete ground. When they acted like they didn’t know what you got them, you explained. The confusion on their faces, quickly melted into what you could only describe as fondness.

Their ears flattened against their heads, and their muzzles upturned into a smile that wasn’t them being just happy. There was another emotion there that you weren’t picking up on as they looked over their gifts.

You didn’t have time to think about it much, because after they read your cards to them, they immediately dog piled you into a group hug.

“Thank you, Lavender,” Sun said, “We love it.”

“Best presents ever,” Moon agreed.

You giggled at their enthusiasm, then said, “I’m glad. Now let’s go watch that movie!”

You wiggled your way out of their grasp and ran for the movie theater. Moon and Sun running after you just as gleeful as you were.

#fnaf #fanfiction #bloody flora au #oobbbear

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mage-ical-character-person · 6 months

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Which sesame street characters do you like !!

Many!

As I’m revisiting it I’m going mostly as in-order as I can and I haven’t even gotten to where Elmo is introduced yet!

but!! I love them all so much I will say things about some favorites now

Bert and Ernie are. Everything. Okay. They’re just so. Their skits are always so funny and I love them. And they love each other in one way or another. Honestly I don’t think Bert and Ernie know if Bert and Ernie are a couple any more than the general public does. Like I think they’ve been a part of each others lives for a long time and mean a lot to each other obviously and like there is. Something. With them. I don’t know what, though. I like the idea that they never had the stupid like.. “what are we” discussion thing. You know?

Bert is relatable I also love pigeons. I don’t like how him liking pigeons is sometimes treated like a weird thing honestly I think it’s weirder to not like pigeons. Like also it’s legitimately impressive that he taught his pigeon Bernice to play checkers.

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Also there is. This.

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I don’t know what to say about this I just think everyone should see it.

and Then!! There is The Count. Count Von Count. The inherent intrigue of the vampirism they refuse to elaborate on. The fact that he is simply just so silly and dramatic and obsessive I love that for him. The bit where he cries over not having anything to count and then gets all excited and counts his tears and then runs out of tears to count and cries about it and then gets so excited and

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I keep coming back to the whole like. What’s up with the Vampirism. He’s immortal like he’s 6 million years old literally older than humanity. There are so many things that just make you go “What’s up with that?” Like… just took away Grover’s free will once which is crazy. Not clear if he still has mind control powers and just has learned that doing that is screwed up or if he’s like. Getting weaker cause he’s so busy counting he forgets to feed himself blood or something. (Because like counting used to distract vampires was a folklore thing.)

Genuinely kind of worried about him but he seems to be having a good time so if he is losing his vampire powers or something like that he hasn’t noticed/minded. The whole “numbers vampire” thing is confusing. Like does he feed on numbers? Or is he forgetting to vampire because of numbers? I think he should be allowed to practice vampire self care and take a little sip of blood. Just a little.

I hope he can turn into a bat it would be adorable. Doing this to him

Also! Oscar the Grouch. Obviously wonderful hilarious iconic never seen before

He’s wonderful and we all have days where we are like that. It’s also awesome that like by Grouch standards he’s a total softie and extrovert. It’s fun. Just like when he’s interacting with literally any other character. Also this

I don’t have a Twitter I can’t navigate Twitter why are the posts just not in chronological order can’t live under these conditions but the Sesame Street twitters sometimes make me wish…

anyway. I have literally. Been taking notes. On Sesame Street.

because I know otherwise it’ll all run together in my head.

#*chatter chatter*#long post #sesame street #bert and ernie #ernie sesame street #bert sesame street #count von count #oscar the grouch

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undertale-writing-times · 2 months

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How quickly would the vampires get attached/attracted to some they just met

Also if their S/O lets them bite them (if they even do bite for blood), do the vampires take that as a sign of trust

Thanks for the ask! I love talking about these dudes.

Damascus: He would need some time to develop any kind of attachment to people. Even though he might turn someone, he does not get attached to them until he discovers their value or until he begins to like them just for being in the world. It really depends on which one happens first! Since he converted every other member of their small group himself, Damascus is the "leader" of this group. Castor came next, then Alexander, and Jonathan came first. And now about the second part! If his S/O agrees to let him bite them, he isn't really sure about it? I mean, it’s nice, but he might take too much. His S/O might just be the only person that he would refuse to turn and bite.

Jonathan: As the first turned from Damascus, he has been around the longest and is the second strongest with pure power. In any case! He starts to get attached to someone pretty quickly? He just knows that certain people make him happier than others, which is to say that he does not really understand what it means to be attached to someone. If someone makes him happy, he’ll keep them around and feel the need to protect them. He would gladly take a sip from them now and then if his significant other offered! He sees no reason to say no… But since he is not exactly allowed to, he would not turn them. They would have to speak with Damascus if his S/O wished to turn into a vampire like him.

Castor: Castor has a hard time getting attached to anyone. He knows that he’s immortal now, so the idea of getting close to anyone bugs him a lot! I mean, why would he want to get attached to anyone who would end up dying later on? It’s hard to make him your friend and even harder to get into a relationship with him, but it’ll work out after a while. And now the second part! Castor will refuse to drink from his S/o because he isn’t sure if he could hold back from drinking too much, and he doesn’t want them to become a vampire. He hates being one and wouldn’t force his S/o to be one either.

Alexander: If you want me to be honest, Alexander has a hard time and an easy time forming bonds with someone. It all really depends on how the first meeting goes! Plus, honestly, how cute they are haha. He likes people who are smaller than him (which isn’t that hard to do), and he enjoys protecting people. If his S/o offers for him to bite them, he would refuse. The main reason he would refuse is because he knows that he would take too much. He has a problem with that, sadly.

#undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale au #undertale headcanons #undertale imagines #Damascus #Jonathan #Castor #Alexander #Vampire #Vampire AU #Vampires #thank you for the ask #This was fun!#Sans AU #Sans AUs

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What was supposed to be an innocent prank escalated to... This.

He screamed and pounded on the door till his lungs and hands hurt. Normally, he could tolerate getting locked outside. But it was the rainy season. What would have otherwise been a perfectly sunny day was cold, wet and dark.

“Dad! Let me in!” Partitio cried.

His father pretended not to hear him and didn’t open the door. Finally, Partitio gave up. He fell to the doorstep. No sound left his mouth as he cried. He had already torn his throat to shreds, shrieking to be let inside, just breathing hurt.

Why was his father like this? A disagreement over a joke turned to an argument, which turned to a beating and ended with Partitio sitting outside in the rain. Ever since his mother passed, his father had been acting strange. First he impulse bought several acres of land, then he took out every negative emotion on him. He was all Partitio had, there was no one he could go to for help, no mother to defend him during arguments.

At the thought, he got an idea and made his way down the hill to town. No one else was out at this hour or in this weather. All the houses had shut curtains with a faint yellow glow behind them. How wonderful it must be to sit in a warm house.

Partitio was interrupted mid thought. He yelped before looking down, seeing a sharp rock under his foot. It was too blunt to draw blood, but sharp enough that it ached. Great. Just what he needed. More tears trickled down his face as he walked the final few steps to the house. He knocked on the door several times and waited patiently.

Roque answered the door. His confusion at having a visitor now was quickly replaced by concern.

“My goodness Partitio, what’re you doing in the rain without shoes or a jacket?” he asked as he ushered the boy inside.

Partitio wiped his feet on the welcome mat while Roque left. He returned with a towel and started drying him. But the towel quickly got soaked as Partitio’s clothes were still dripping.

He mumbled some kind of response that Roque couldn’t hear.

“Louder, my boy. My hearing isn’t quite what it used to be.”

“My pops locked me outside.”

Papp did… what? Roque hardly believed what he heard, and even asked him to repeat it again.

“My pops locked me outside,” Partitio repeated.

He sat him down on the couch and fetched a blanket and a mug.

“I was just having some tea myself, so it’s still hot,” he said.

Partitio blew on it and took a sip as Roque spoke.

“Do you know why your dad locked you outside? Was he upset?” Roque questioned.

He wanted to believe Partitio exaggerated or misspoke.

“I poured water on him as a prank, and he yelled at me,” Partitio started, his voice barely louder than a whisper, “I kept sayin’ he was overreactin’ so he hit me. After a bit then he got angrier and said I wasn’t allowed inside.”

Right. His friend really had locked his own kid outside. Perhaps he needed to reevaluate the people he considered friends.

“I see,” Roque said.

He stood and paced around the room while trying to figure out what to do. But to Partitio’s scared child mind, Roque was upset. Maybe he said something wrong or he got too much water and mud all over Roque’s floor. All he knew was that there was a problem he needed to fix, unless he wanted Roque to hurt him the same way his father had.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Roque looked at him, “what for?”

“I dunno, you seemed angry.”

“I’m not angry, just thinking,” Roque replied.

Gods, what had Papp done to that kid?

“You wait here Partitio, I’ll speak with your father,” he said.

“Please don’t say anything that’ll get me in more trouble,” Partitio replied.

“Of course not.”

As Roque left the house, his mind raced with a million furious thoughts of what to tell Papp. Honestly, he was tempted to kill the man. Surely Papp was not human if he had it in him to hurt such a young and helpless child. But he pushed the thought aside, as the logical part of his brain reminded him that homicide was worse than child abuse. Not by a lot though.

Partitio stared thoughtlessly at the crackling fire in the hearth. Roque’s home was pleasant. It was warm. The blanket he borrowed was soft. The searing pain in his throat lingered, but had started to fade after nearly half a cup of tea. He put it on the coffee table and lay his head on the armrest. The fire was good, it kept him warm. He dozed off as he stared at it.

The man that held him wore a damp shirt. He weakly opened his eyes to see mister Roque.

“Oh, you’re awake. I was just carrying you to the guest room. You’re staying with me tonight,” he smiled.

“What about my pops?” Partitio yawned.

“I think he’ll be better tomorrow. We can talk to him together,” Roque said as he placed the boy on the bed.

With the same gentleness one would expect from a parent, he tucked him in and stroked his hair.

“Your father was just in a bad mood, you didn’t do anything to deserve the things he did,” Roque said softly.

“But I poured water on him,” Partitio argued.

“You’re just a kid. He should never hit you. If he does, then you come straight to me, and I’ll take care of it,” Roque smiled.

“Ok, goodnight mister Roque.”

“Goodnight Partitio.”

He shut the door behind him, leaving the boy alone in the dark room. Roque sat in his armchair as he poured himself a cup of tea. He furrowed his brows as he stared at the fire. It was strange finding out such a dear friend had been a monster all this time. He needed to save Partitio from that damned man, no matter what it took.

ok yeah I understand why you said this would make me mad! what the fuck papp!!!! the hell!!!!!!

I always like seeing roque not being a piece of garbage. he may be a cutthroat capitalist but he’s a good dad

also. is this part of that ‘partitio goes with roque and becomes an asshole capitalist’ au you sent an ask about a while back?

this is good! good as in it makes me angry to read it (in a good way!)

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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universestreasures · 1 year

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Happy Birthday @blasterdiablo Part 3!

Asaka enjoyed spending time with Ren more than anything. The activity itself didn’t matter. All that did was the two of them simply being together and enjoying their company. Though, that didn’t mean the vampire did not have preferences. Oh no, she did. Quite specific ones, actually her boyfriend seem to also share. No wonder they were a match made in heaven, true soulmates as it were.

Currently, the two students were enjoying in a daily preferred activity. Though, one might call it a ritual or a tradition at this point to have tea inside of Asaka’s private office inside of the Pale Moon Club during the afternoon hours of the day. The tea she would make for the two of them did differ each time. She didn’t want Ren to get bored of any particular flavor, but it usually followed their shared pool of favorites. Today’s selected involved a simple matcha tea, made to perfection and served in these adorable cups featuring circus animals she received as a gift. Only Ren was allowed to drink some such special dishware, for he was the most special person in her eyes.

Vampires know that falling in love with humans usually ends bad. Their history has shown that time and time again. Back in the olden times when their kind used to rule the planet, such a thing was even forbidden. There were tales of nobles falling in love with their human blood banks to the point they were willing to die for them. At a time, she thought they were fools for doing such a thing for humans, but since meeting her boyfriend who she admires as he sips her tea, her mind has changed on the subject.

Ren was like no other human she’s ever met, a sentiment shared even among his own kind. Honestly, he seemed much more like a vampire than anything else. He took the reveal of her true nature super well, did not show any sign of disgust when he learned of their culture and practices, and was for the most part anyway, well liked by the other club members (though part of that might be due to the fact he was dating Asaka, and well, everyone was kinds scared of her. As they should be!). It made her wonder if he had been a vampire in a past life or something, and what would happen if he would be given the chance to become one just like her. Such powers of transformation were usually only given to those of the royal family according to the history books, but with the fall of the vampire reign and that bloodline, such powers seems to have been lost to the sands of time.

Oh, well. Human or vampire, she loves Ren all the same and will do anything for him. Her life with him might be short. Vampires did live a lot longer than humans, after all. But every single moment, including what was transpiring right now, would be etched into her heart for all eternity.

“I hope you’re enjoying your tea, Ren. Our tea time is something I look forward to every day, and I’ve taken great lengths to ensure no one bothers us, especially today.” The only person who could even access this room at this time would be Tetsu, and usually that was only for emergencies. He’s been invited to the tea on occasion, but today, it was just to be her and her human love. Asaka had something she wanted to ask him, and well, she didn’t need any idiots barging in and ruining the moment.

She moves then to take a seat next to him on the coach, having made sure to grab herself a cup and setting it down on the table in front of them. Now seemed like as good a time as any to ask him, considering he seemed relaxed and in a good mood. Her hands then gently take Ren’s as soon as they are free from his cup, the vampire moving them to hold in between them. The look in her eyes says it all, portraying her love for him, the seriousness of the question, and of course, a slight bit of nervousness.

“Ren...We’ve known each other for years now. Though, it doesn’t really feel like that. It feels like...I’ve known you my whole life, as if you were always there giving me the support I needed too...face the world and keep going. I...I can’t think of how I would be if you weren’t around, and...I don’t want to think about that kind of life.”

Her past was rough, rougher than most, and yet here she is now the president of a safe haven for her people on this campus. Asaka never would have gotten the confidence to do this if Ren hadn’t been there by her side. Just him being there, had been enough to bring her out from the darkness of her past and into a brighter future, and she wanted to let him know she wanted him to stay with her, too.

“Which is why...I want to ask you something. You see, vampires have a...special way of showing their love for someone else.” The form of that love differs from vampire to vampire, but to her, it was the truest form of it. “It’s...It’s a special mark we can bestow upon another, a...mark of possession that lets everyone know that you are special in the eyes of the person who gave it to you. Not only that, it acts as a form of protection. It’s a sign to other vampires that you are...off the market, if you get what I mean.”

Now, as far as she is aware, the only person to have bitten Ren other than herself was Kai, and that was only because he and Ren had been friends since childhood. It hasn’t happened as long as she and Ren had been a couple at the very least. The brown-haired male knew, even without a mark, to back off. It was something she respected about him, even if he had recently frustrated her with his resistance to her terms regarding his own human lover.

“What I’m getting at is...I’d...I’d like to give you my mark of possession, Ren. I’d like to give you the greatest sign of love that I can, one that everyone will see and know just how special you are to me. But...I want you to be okay with it. I-It is something that can be removed in case things between us don’t work out. So, it’s not permanent or anything...”

It would only become that way if they ever became what vampires called ‘mates’, and well, that was the human equivalent to marriage that neither she or Ren were ready for. Still, this was a step towards becoming that, a step towards a future where he truly would become hers and she would become his forever.

“You don’t have to answer me right now. It’s an important decision. Just...Just think about it, okay?” She ends with a kiss on his cheek. Asaka truly wanted to make this next step, but if he wasn’t interested or wasn’t ready, then that was okay. Her having Ren in her life, in any sort of capacity, was enough for her. Though, of course, she wants something more. She’ll just have to wait and see what fate had in store for her and her love.

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A problem I’m too lazy to solve at the moment.

I say lazy, but I simply don’t have the time. But, hey Math Side of Tumblr. Help me out with a problem.

This is Farmer Dag.

Farmer Dag is a funny little man. Farmer Dag is a vampire farmer. Farmer Dag doesn’t like preying on human beings, and so Farmer Dag grows agricultural animals to consume their blood in substitution for people-blood.

Farmer Dag wants to raise animals. Now, this is compounded a little; For magical, mystical reasons, just because an animal provides a greater volume of blood, not all animals are equal. In fact, human blood is the baseline of good quality blood. Lesser animals, despite having more blood, produce less quality blood.

Farmer Dag can drink 12 rats, 6 chickens, or a third of a cow in life energy per day.

“But cows have a lot of blood... He should get more nourishment than that from a single cow. Or pig. Or horse”

Farmer Dag knows. It does not make much sense. The world is a cruel place full of darkness. That is how it works, whether Dag likes it or not. Not very fair, is it, Dag?

Stiff upper lip, Dag.

Dag can farm any meat animal for blood. The biggest yields are from chickens or rats. You’d think bunnies would be easy, but no; bunnies have almost no blood at all. Rats do, though.

In order to be entirely independent from drinking humans for susstenance and always having enough on hand to feed himself, Dag calculates. He needs to drink the contents of 24 chickens a day, if he brings himself to being so hungry he can’t even think straight, and if not, having blood left over to secure himself a little.

This comes to roughly 8.76 thousand chickens a year. Realistically, if Dag lives an ascetic existence and only rises per night, he won’t need to slake his thirst that much. A more reasonable estimate is around 1/4th of that. But, you never know; the excess could be profitable, and would ensure he can get very hungry and always have no messy mistakes in order to get his fix.

Dag needs to figure out a system he can create on a budget, just using the labor of one supernaturally strong, fast and enduring person, to maintain a system that produces 24 chickens per day for his own purposes.

Chickens eat roughly 1.75 pounds of feed a week, or 91 pounds ( 41.27 kgs) of feed per chicken, per year. That’s roughly $4 per year a bird, or $182,000 just in chicken feed, for all 8,300.

Every day his chickens are alive, they’ll need to eat, shit, drink and roam around doing chicken things.

Your mission is to create a system that will allow Dag to have as few chickens alive as possible at a time while reaping as many chickens per day as will satisfy him. The idea is to have access to no less than 24 chickens a day, and no more than is necessary for this role. Minimizing expenses per year, where possible, and creating profit where he can.

Presume Dag has mortal contacts that can handle the business aspect.

What would the ideal amount but minimum amount of space for maximum yields for the Vampire Chicken Farm?

Or for that matter, the Vampire Rat Farm?

Vampire Cattle Ranch would be easy; One good drink per day per head of cattle, four cows per day. Roughly 280 cows, rotating them every 70 days, and Dag would have a decade of secure food, provideded everything went well enough. Unlike the chickens, the cows are strong enough to be drank from (a sip, honestly) and still survive enough to be drank from again in two months. Just need a lot of acres for them to roam.

But something like a rat farm could be hidden in plain sight, even below the ground. Rats need less sun and sanitation (and similarly, the body needs to be less clean to function) and still produce blood. And they could eat garbage. Or... dead chickens.

Anyone wanna thoughtcraft with this?

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velvetcloxds · 3 years

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MEET THE MIKAELSONS| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x Fem! Reader, Teen Wolf x The Originals (requested)

Word count: 1962 words

Warning: none, just fluff

Summary: Reader takes her friends and her boyfriend, Derek to visit her family home where they find out that she’s related to the infamous Mikaelson vampires.

“Just don’t touch anything,” I command calmly, Stiles pausing mid air as his hand hovers over one of Klaus’s paintings and everyone allows for a soft laugh, Derek kissing the side of my head as his hand remains inside my back pocket.

“This place is beautiful,” Lydia notes, looking around slowly as her eyes move over the various features of the compound.

“Yeah,” I say with a shrug, walking deeper into the compound as I mimic her actions, mentally comparing the way it looks to the pictures Rebekah sent me with her letters and I can’t help but smile when my eyes settle on the Mikaelson crest, fingers reaching out mindlessly as I trace the carved wall numbly.

“What does it stand for?” Derek asks, moving behind me where he wraps his hands around my waist, face resting on my shoulder. My smile grows due to the gesture, free hand finding one of his.

“Mikaelson,” I note softly, memories of our family suddenly speeding through my mind like a slideshow, things I’d told myself I’d forgotten completely proving to be embedded into my brain.

“Like the ancient vampire family?” Scott asks, having disappeared to the bathroom for a minute as soon as we got here.

“More vampires?” Stiles asks from behind me, and I nod.

“Yeah, they’re the first of their kind,” I explain, though my attention is far from this conversation, a feeling similar to the one I felt when I explained this to Derek, him being the only one knowing not only who I truly am and where I come from, but whom I was running from. “The Originals,” I add, and Derek gives me a slight squeeze, turning me around in his arms, probably picking up on my dazed state.

“Cool,” Is all Stiles offers as a reply, taking Lydia’s hand as Scott follows them to explore more of the house.

“You okay?” He whispers, leaning towards me. I nod in his hold, hands moving to his arms.

“Just a little weird being here, I guess.” I look up to him, smiling slightly when our eyes meet. “I thought that when I finally got to see this place in all its glory, they’d be here with me, waiting maybe,” Derek nods with understanding, smiling sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” He loosens his grip, leaning back to get a better look at me. “We can leave if you’re not comfortable,” He offers sweetly and I shake my head with a smile, kissing his lips quickly.

“No,” I tell him though I can’t hide the slight rise in my tone, his brows furrowing as a result. “We need to let things cool down in Beacon Hills and no one will bother us here,” I pause, sighing softly as I move my hands over his bare arms. “Besides, there’s a literal coffin around here somewhere with my name on it.”

“Wait really?” Derek asks intrigued as he looks around the room pointlessly. I nod, not fighting against the smile on my lips.

“Yeah, a dagger too, but I doubt we’ll find that just laying around,” I pull away from him briefly, taking his hand in mine as I guide him towards the hallway by the staircase where Stiles’ is excitedly gesturing towards the wall.

“It’s her!” He announces loudly, eyes moving over the painting that Klaus painted of our family, and I subconsciously tighten my grip on Derek’s hand, his thumb moving up and down against my skin to soothe me.

“It’s not her,” Lydia argues with a roll of her eyes, arms folded as Scott simply watches the scene unfold. “It’s far more likely to be a relative that looks remarkably a lot like her,” She reasons and Derek bites back a grin at my side.

“She’s a vampire, right?” Stiles ask, looking to me for conformation and I nod, seeing no need for the question as he literally walked in on me sipping from a blood bag a few months ago. “And she’s been annoyingly vague about her family and her history, right?” He asks, question directed at Scott and Lydia this time, they both nod. “And she brought us to her family home, which has paintings of the Mikaelson family which Scott saw in the bestiary, where he also read that the Mikaelson family also have a long-lost hybrid sister who hasn’t been spotted in years…” Stiles nods eagerly as he waits for the pieces to fall together, Scott and Lydia looking to me as it does.

“Are you a Mikaelson?” Scott asks, hands in his pockets as he shifts on his feet, I release a shaky breath before offering a mere nod as reply, Stiles almost jumping up and down with the conformation of him being correct.

“Holy shit,” Stiles begins and turns to me, eyes sparkling with excitement. “That is so cool, like literally the coolest thing you’ve ever told us about yourself,” He informs me, and Derek shakes his head at my side, glaring at the boy as he continues to grow more excited.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Scott asks hesitantly, ignoring Stiles who is fiddling with his jacket sleeves as he takes a closer look at my specific painting. “Didn’t you trust us?” He adds as well, and I shake my head quickly.

“Of course I trust you,” I begin, and Derek squeezes my hand again, reminding me to breathe as I think of the best way to explain this. “I wanted to tell you all, truly I did, but our family has enemies around every corner, and I didn’t want to bring you guys into that,” I look over all of them quickly before turning to meet Derek’s gaze. “I love you all too much to create unnecessary collateral damage.“

“So why tell us now?” Lydia questions with a raised brow and I notice the added heartbeats filling the room behind us before I could fathom a reply, the gushing wind of their entrance still swirling around us.

“Because you’re in need of our assistance,” A familiar voice explains, and I close my eyes for a second in preparation before turning to face my older brother.

“Elijah,” I whisper in acknowledgement, the words barely leaving my lips before he’s picking me up into his arms, twirling me around in a welcoming hug that causes a childlike giggle to erupt from my lips. “I’ve missed you too,” I confirm, hands on his shoulders as he sets my feet back on the ground and I take a moment to center myself. “And you,” I say when my eyes meet with Rebekah’s, happy tears tugging at her eyes and I release myself from Elijah’s presence to pull her into my arms, her arms folding around my neck as she holds me close.

“It has been far too long, Y/n ,” She whispers, laughing lightly through her tears. She squeezes me tightly before pulling away, hands moving to comb back the hair that’s been ruffled through our hug and her hands still on my cheeks as she takes me in. “My little sister, even more beautiful than I remember,” She notes, which earns a scoff from both my lips and Elijah’s.

“I look exactly the same, Bekah and you know it,” I muse, taking the handkerchief from Elijah’s hands to hold it out for Rebekah . “Though, I’d never turn down the compliment from the beauty of the family.”

“Oh, I take great offense by your insinuation, love, ” Klaus announces, and everyone turns to the entrance, where he leans against the wall, watching the interaction. “Welcome home, Y/n,” He notes with a large smile, and I know as far as greeting go, that’s quite the scene from the hybrid.

“Thank you, Niklaus,” I offer in the same and my cheeks practically hurt form the pure excitement rushing through me at seeing them all again, the nerves and discomfort from earlier slipping away almost completely, until Klaus’ eyes meet Derek’s and suddenly reality sinks back in. I take a few steps back, smiling up at Derek before rejoining our hands, my other hand snaking around his upper arm to keep him close. “I should introduce everyone,” I note with a nervous smile and Derek simply nods reassuringly.

“I’d begin with the creature you’re so eagerly latching onto,” Klaus announces, happy tone from earlier replaced with the all so familiar big brother voice.

“Play nice, Niklaus,” Elijah instructs, accepting my grateful smile before silently commanding me to continue.

“This is my boyfriend, Derek,” I begin, looking up at the man as he extends a hand towards Elijah inducing the longest handshake I’ve ever had to endure until Rebekah clears her throat, the two men pulling away from each other. “Then there’s Lydia, Stiles and Scott,” I add, releasing a small huff of air as I gesture to each of them individually.

“It’s good to meet all of,” Rebekah speaks up, catching my gaze with a warm smile before she looks to my guests. “We’re the Mikaelsons,” She explains, and I nod lightly. “Elijah, Klaus and I’m Y/n’s personal favorite, Rebekah,” She declares simply, mimicking my gesture until everyone has extended an acknowledging nod.

“We should talk business,” Klaus commands suddenly, standing from his leaning position to walk towards us. “You bunch are here for a reason, aren’t you?” He muses with a slight wink my way and I roll my eyes at the remark, knowing that only he would take this opportunity to take a jab at my decision to leave them.

“Don’t start, Niklaus,” Elijah offers with a tight tone and I would’ve laughed if the room wasn’t so tense, a sense of familiarity filling me at the little group dynamic that’s remained the same through all these years.

“I’m not starting anything, Elijah,” Klaus replies, hurriedly pulling his leather jacket straight. “I’m simply trying to remind our dear sister that she is here on what she called a family favor and that we wouldn’t want to waste her precious time,” I’m too late to stop the soft laugh that escapes my lips, Klaus turning towards be in slight shock.

"Honestly Klaus, it has been centuries and you're telling me that no one has yet to remove that stick from your ass?” I mock and Elijah steps forward, fully prepared to stop the interaction when a smile traces the hybrids lips.

“Little sister,” He muses and then shakes his head, pointing at me. “You have booked yourself a long dinner,” He announces and pats Elijah on the shoulder to invite him to leave the room with him. Elijah spares me a brief smile before following.

“That went better than expected,” Rebekah notes and I smile at her, nodding with relief as Klaus and Elijah begin discussing the diner plans on their climb up the stairs. “Why don’t I show you three your rooms,” she says and motions for Scott, Stiles and Lydia to follow them, pausing to give me a quick kiss on the cheek before leading them away as well. I turn to Derek with a smile, his eyes already waiting for mine as I do.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he tells me, making my heart swell as I lean into him. “I’m very proud of you,” He adds, and I feel a blush creeps onto my cheeks.

“I couldn’t have done it without you at my side,” I say simply, resting my chin against his chest as I look up at him. He hums lightly, shaking his head as he lifts his free hand to gently push the hair behind my ear.

“You definitely could have,” He muses and gently kisses my forehead, sending a welcome rush of pure bliss through my veins, I smile as he lingers close. “My brave girl.”

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#derek x reader #derekhale x reader #derek hale #derek hale imagines #derek hale one shot #teenwolf x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf fluff #the originals x reader #the originals #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #the mikaelsons

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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Two Peculiar Admirers | Shuntaro Chishiya, Suguru Niragi

PART 1 | PART 2

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Characters: Chishiya, Niragi (ft. Kuina)

Summary: Niragi finally finds some time alone with you, but of course, Chishiya is right on his tail.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, conflict, angst, mention of sexual assault

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: The ending is a little unrealistic because I wasn’t sure how else to conclude it. This is for you anon!

You and Chishiya slowly made your way down to the pool to spend the next few hours at with Kuina. On the way, Chishiya had to keep sniffing and wiping his nose to stop the blood dripping. It made you frown. There was no way just smacking his nose would make it bleed that much.

Chishiya soon asked you a question that was itching in the back of his mind. “So, you know Niragi huh?” he questioned, looking at you.

You looked back at him confused. “Huh?”

“I said so you know Niragi?”

“Oh,” you understood, turning your head ahead of you again. “Yeah, I know him. We aren’t close, but he seems to think we are.” You laughed at the statement, seeming to find it as a joke almost. But Chishiya was not laughing.

“Yeah, I know,” he said bluntly. “Look I know you may think he just has some harmless crush on you, but he honestly is a really evil person Y/N.”

Chishiya wasn’t sure what he was going to get out of telling you that. Was he generally worried for your safety around Niragi? Or did he just want you all to himself? He didn’t know his aim himself.

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t like the way he was talking to you, like you were stupid or something.

“Chishiya, I know. I’m not an idiot,” you said, matter-of-factly.

Chishiya had a small moment of panic. He was afraid he had offended you. “Yeah, I know! That is not what I meant at all,” he recollected himself, waving his hands in front of him in worry.

You both then walked in silence the rest of the way down to the pool. It was rather awkward after that, making the air a bit tense. Chishiya wanted desperately to restart a conversation but he couldn’t think of anything to say.

When you arrived at the back entrance of the hotel that led out to the pool, as soon as the large glass doors opened your ears rang from the loud music. It was the same as every night, people drunkenly dancing and trying to make the best of their own lives while they lasted.

Chishiya quickly scanned the area. There was no way he’d be able to keep an eye out for Niragi in this kind of crowd. He thought it was best he just stayed close to you in case the insistent man decided to approach you.

He turned towards you to see you distracted by a few rowdy people by the pool. He reached out and carefully linked his arm with yours and pulled you towards him.

You turned around, surprised by the sudden bold move and looked up at Chishiya, but he didn’t meet eyes with you. You shrugged and just thought it was his attempt of flirting.

Chishiya dragged you around the area looking for Kuina. He kept you joined as his hip, sometimes accidentally pulling you a little too harshly by the arm and making you wince in pain. He was lowkey freaking you out. He’s never acted like this before.

When he found Kuina over on a small, secluded table near the wall, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn’t have to face Niragi alone now if he found him.

“Kuina!” you yelled out as you saw her too. She shifted her eyes and saw you and Chishiya, a smile painting itself across her attractive face. You pulled your arm out of Chishiya’s grip and ran over to her.

Chishiya watched and grinned happily at you two as you jumped into her arms for a big hug. He was glad to have you with him. At least when you were by his side, he can protect you from that homicidal prick.

You all sat down, sipping drinks that Kuina went and got from the bar for all of you. All three of you enjoyed yourselves and laughed at each other’s jokes and stories from life before the Borderlands. It felt nice to connect with your friends more emotionally.

You stood up after a while and turned to the two of them. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” you said. After drinking multiple margaritas, you were a bit dizzy and desperate for the toilet.

Chishiya stood up quickly. “I’m coming with you,” he said, already climbing out of his seat.

You shook your hands towards him. “No, no, no! Chishiya it’s fine! I can go by myself. Thanks anyway though.” You sent a cheeky wink his way and started walking away from the table.

Chishiya watched as you started getting further and further away from him. He began slightly panicking. He knew that if Niragi saw a chance to get you alone, he wouldn’t hesitate to take it.

Before he could even stand up again, Kuina grabbed his arm, making him turn his attention towards her. “Oi, what’s your deal tonight? You’ve been bouncing your leg under the table and fiddling with every little thing. The hell has got you so worried?” Kuina asked with a curious look on her face.

Chishiya glanced quickly back towards you to check you weren’t that far before turning back to Kuina. “I think Niragi’s been stalking Y/N. I’ve been keeping an eye out because I’m worried that he’ll snatch her the moment she’s alone,” he whispered to her.

Kuina’s eyes widened in shock. “Niragi’s after her?! For what?!” she whisper-yelled.

Chishiya shook his head in uncertainty. “I’m not too sure, but he seems to show a lot of interest in her,” he said, turning to see you making your way through the entrance to the hotel.

“I have to go.” He shot up out of his seat and tried to evade his way through the crowd that suddenly appeared near the entrance. His anxiety spiked as you left his sight, and he began panicking on the inside. He had to get to you before Niragi did.

But through his panic, he failed to notice the tall man follow you inside, closely behind with his usual rifle slung over his shoulder. He finally caught you alone, and he wasn’t going to waste the time he had.

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You happily strolled down the few hallways to reach the lobby. There was a women’s bathroom nearby there that you could go to, so you slowly were making your way there.

You didn’t expect your path to be so abruptly interrupted by a sudden hand over your mouth. Your eyes widened and you instantly gripped the hand’s wrist, attempting to pull it off. You thrashed around violently and your heart pumped adrenaline through your body widely as the stranger locked their other arm around your waist, beginning to pull you backwards into a nearby room.

You kicked and bashed your body against them to try and break free, but nothing was working. This person was much taller and much stronger than you.

As you saw the door frames appear on either side of you, you reached out and gripped it as tight as you could, attempting to pull yourself out of their grasp urgently. You were panicking, screaming against the hand that was over your mouth to alert someone nearby, but no one would’ve been able to hear you.

Your stomach dropped as your attacker pulled harshly suddenly, almost breaking your fingers gripping desperately on the door frame from the force. They slipped from the wood and you fell backwards into the stranger’s chest. They quickly regained their balance from your fall and kicked the door shut with their foot.

You still had fight in you, giving them a painful jab to the ribcage with your elbow. They groaned in pain and their grip loosened on you, allowing you to take your chance and crawl away towards the closed door.

But they saw your plan and grabbed you by the ankle, pulling you back violently towards them causing you to almost faceplant onto the floorboards below you. They got to their feet quickly and jumped over you to the door, locking it in a rush then turning back to you.

As you regained your strength and kneeled back onto your heels to get away from, you noticed their familiar face. Of course, it was him.

“Niragi?! What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, stumbling to your feet and holding onto the wall for support.

“I thought you were someone else! What the hell was that for?!” you yelled at him.

Niragi dropped his rifle to the ground. How he managed to still have it on him after that you had no idea. But the look he was giving you now made you not care so much.

“I did that because I wanted to do this.”

Before you could even retort against his statement, Niragi rushed to you and pressed you harshly against the wall with his hands on your waist while pressing his lips against yours.

Your heart stopped. You didn’t know what to do. You stayed completely frozen in his arms as he began moving his mouth against yours, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. That’s when you came to terms with what was happening.

You pressed your hands against his chest and shoved. Niragi stumbled back with a smirk painted on his pierced face.

You couldn’t say anything. You were so in shock.

“Aw, have I left my little mouse speechless? It would be a first for you wouldn’t it sweetie?” he cooed, cradling your cheeks in his hands and lifting your head so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, I just want to eat you up.” He pressed his lips against yours again, placing a gentle hand on your neck to turn your head sideways to make the kiss deeper.

You slowly closed your eyes and melted into his kiss, making him smirk against your lips. It felt strange. This man has done nothing but annoy you and stalk you the whole time you’ve been at The Beach, yet that moment felt so right.

You wrapped your arms around his upper back and balled his buttoned shirt into your fists as you leant closer to him, making him snake his arms around your waist to pull your closer, if that was even possible.

You pulled back from him after a couple of minutes, leaving a trail of saliva between your lips. You laughed and wiped your mouth before looking into his darkened eyes.

Niragi growled as he felt your hands slowly make their way under his shirt. “Are you sure you want to do this now?” he asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow to you.

“Isn’t that why you tackled me into this room with you?” you fired back, running your hands along his broad back.

Niragi chuckled and smirked. “I guess so.” He yet again crashed his lips onto yours, continuing where you left off.

Just as you felt him moving his hands lower on your body, the door handle suddenly jiggled violently from the other side, making you and Niragi jump in surprise. Someone was trying to get into the room.

“Y/N?! Are you in there?!” you heard them yell. It was Chishiya, you could recognize that voice anywhere.

You turned your head towards the door, thinking whether you should answer him or not. Niragi groaned in front of you, annoyed about being interrupted. “Just leave him, he’ll leave soon,” he said, leaning his head down and running his tongue along your neck to get your attention on him again.

You thought for a second before turning back to him again. “Okay.”

Before you knew it, the door suddenly erupted with a huge bang, making it shake violently. “What the fuck?!” Niragi yelled in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Chishiya to get so insistent so quickly.

“Y/N?! Y/N are you in there?! Answer me!” He sounded a bit desperate. He probably heard Niragi swear, making his suspicions rise.

You pushed on Niragi’s chest to get him to give you space to move. But he refused staying tightly pressed against you, almost covering your entire body with his.

You frowned up at him. “Niragi, please move!” you begged him, pushing against him with more force.

“Why? Why does it matter if Chishiya sees us?” he questioned you.

He had a point. Why did you care so much if Chishiya saw you? It should not matter to you, but why did it?

You took too long to think about what to do before the hinges of the door came loose from Chishiya’s barging. It gave way and he stumbled in, locking eyes with the scene before him.

There you stood, pressed up against the wall by Niragi with dark bites littering your neck. He felt sick from the sight.

Before you could even defend yourself or say anything, Chishiya barged his whole body towards Niragi, causing him to lose his footing from the impact and fall onto the ground, his temple narrowly missing the corner of the bed.

“How fucking dare you! You really think you can act all sleazy and creepy towards Y/N without me noticing?! As soon as she left the table, I knew something was bound to happen! And look where I found her! Forced up against a wall by you with fear all over her face! You really think I’m that fucking stupid Niragi?!” Chishiya spat out harsh words to Niragi over and over while you stood there awkwardly, trying to think of something to say.

After Chishiya had finished he turned around and had a worried expression. “Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? Where did he hurt you?” he asked in a panicky tone. He checked all over your body for any more bruise marks or any other injuries, worried that Niragi had harmed you.

“Um…” you said, not knowing what to say.

Chishiya stopped in his actions when he heard a sickening laugh behind him. He turned around to see Niragi throwing his head back and letting out the loudest and most psychotic laugh he had ever heard. Anger boiled in his blood.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” he said harshly.

Niragi regained his breath and pressed his hand against his chest, trying to calm his heartbeat. “Oh Chishiya, you’re so idiotic. Trust me, she wanted it,” he chuckled, climbing back to his feet.

Chishiya frowned at him. “What do you mean? Of course she didn’t.”

“Oh, then how do you explain her kissing me back? Or running her hands up and down my back? Or her moaning underneath my tongue on her neck?” Niragi licked his teeth like a dog to annoy Chishiya.

You knew that last part wasn’t true. Niragi was most likely telling fibs to push Chishiya’s buttons.

Chishiya turned back to you with a hurt expression. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were now feeling ashamed for even being attracted to the deluded man in the first place.

Your actions spoke louder than words as he understood what you meant. He looked down and shook his head before lifting his feet and walking towards the broken door briskly.

“Wait, no. Chishiya,” you said, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving. He stopped and looked you in the eye with his empty orbs.

“I-I… I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, lowering your head in shame and loosening your hold on his arm.

“No, it’s fine Y/N. You don’t have to say anything,” he said in his usual careless tone. “I get it. I just think you could’ve told me that you weren’t interested in a nicer way than this.”

He ripped his arm out of your grasp and made his way out of the room. You felt your heart rate pick up as you watched him disappear around the corner. You couldn’t let him leave like that.

As you were just about to chase him out, you looked back to Niragi, who had watched the whole ordeal that just happened between you and Chishiya.

“So, you want to meet me at my room at one?” he asked in a suggestive tone.

You cringed at his words. “Go to hell,” you spat before following Chishiya to try and reason with him.

Niragi smirked at your words. “Ah, there she is. There’s the flame I fell in love with,” he mumbled to himself. He leant down and grabbed his rifle off the ground and slung it over his shoulders. “Maybe next time, when we don’t have any interruptions.”

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“Chishiya!”

You jogged to keep up with his fast pace down the hall, making his way back to the pool to see Kuina again. He ignored your yelling, wanting to be far away from you at that moment.

“Chishiya can you please just listen to me!” you said desperately, grabbing his shoulder to turn him to you.

Chishiya suddenly whipped his head around to meet your saddened eyes. “For what Y/N?! Why are you following me?! Why don’t you go back to Niragi?! You seemed awfully comfortable with him when I found you!” he exclaimed. His yelling echoed down the hall, making it seem louder than it was.

You felt tears begin to make their way down your cheeks. You felt helpless in that moment.

You knew that Chishiya liked you more than a friend, but he had always remained such a gentleman to you. He never made you uncomfortable or overstepped your boundaries, so why did you kiss the man that had been stalking you? Who had been saying creepy comments towards you every day? For crying out loud he forced you into an empty room with him. Why did you kiss him when you already had such a lovely and attractive man right in front of you?

You couldn’t help yourself. You grabbed Chishiya by the collar of his hoodie with both hands and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his. He didn’t react at first, probably due to shock. But soon, he relaxed and placed his hand on the back of your head and another on your waist.

This felt right. Kissing Chishiya felt more loving and more compassionate than kissing Niragi. Why didn’t you kiss him first? It was honestly a stupid mistake.

You two stayed in the hallway for some time, moving your lips against one another’s passionately. Chishiya was the first to pull away.

He was angry at himself. He shouldn’t have enjoyed that after seeing you with Niragi. But at this point, he was so desperate for the smallest bit of love that he didn’t care.

“Why?” he asked, brushing a piece of hair out of your face gently. You looked into his eyes deeply and smiled sadly at the small specks of tears growing in his eye sockets.

“Because Chishiya, I didn’t realize what I had until I almost lost it,” you said, wiping your thumb underneath this eye to collect his tears before they escaped.

Chishiya kept a neutral face, not knowing how to respond. He was so happy that you liked him back, even if he had to go through a free trial of hell to find out.

He could feel more tears building up in his eyes, so he brought his lips back to yours to distract him from crying. He closed his eyes and let the waterfalls cascade down his face, some mixing with yours that remained on your cheeks.

You both stood in the hallway alone, no one around to interrupt or come between you. Chishiya cherished the moment while it lasted. If having you like this in his arms every day, pressed as close to you as possible both physically and emotionally, then he thought life would be worth living a little longer.

He could deal with a punch to the face from Niragi every now and then if he’s got you to look after him.

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