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bangtanficsforyou · 7 months

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Fine Line (JJK)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

Au: Enemies to lovers.

Word count: 2.4K

Genre: angst, smut, fluff (i am ninety percent sure I'll write a part two at some point with all the spice)

Summary: You hate Jungkook. Jungkook hates you. It's simple. Until it isn't.

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"You're beautiful," he speaks loudly to be heard over the loud blaring music.

"Thank you," you express your appreciation not only through your words but also through your red hot cheeks and shy smile.

His hand tightens around your waist as the both of you sway gently along with the music. "You're welcome, pretty."

Chuckling, you place one of your palms on his chest and look up at him.

The night has been filled with subtle touches, light teasing and full of laughter. You didn't expect you'd have this much fun when you agreed to go on a date with the guy you matched with, a few weeks ago. But it has been a pleasant surprise so far and you have been feeling glad over the decision of going out tonight.

You both dance with low giggles and occasional compliments are thrown in the air. That is until the music changes into something more upbeat.

"Would you like to go to the bar?"

You're relieved on hearing that question and couldn't agree sooner. It's not unknown to you that with the change of music comes the typical club activity aka grinding on each other. And you're not in the mood for that so it's rather wise to remove yourself from the dance floor.

One might question, why then did you choose a club of all places? Simple reason, a crowded place is safe for a first date. Why not a restaurant? Because you were not really that excited about the date at first and a restaurant felt a bit too intimate. What if there's no flow of conversation? What will you do then? Sit there awkwardly and enjoy the sounds of knives and forks?

Hence, clubbing.

You two sit yourselves next to each other on stools and ask the bartender to make the both of you drinks. Something sweet for you, something strong for him.

"What's the last book that you have indulged yourself in?"

You perk up at the mention of books. You had mentioned to him previously that you absolutely love reading books and you would stay in fictional worlds if you could. And you're impressed that he remembers that small piece of detail.

You tell him about the book you're currently reading and all the reasons why you love it. You get even more excited when he adds his recent reading experiences and from then on, there's no stopping the chit-chat between you two.

The conversation moves on from books to people in both of your lives and then to food and then lord knows, to what.

At some point, you both get tipsy and you can tell he's more affected by the drinks than you are. It gets to the point where you feel like it's better for him to head home now before he gets to a stage where he cannot get home by himself.

"You should probably stop with the drinks now," you suggest, softly. "Would you like for me to book you a cab?"

He dismisses your words with a wave of his hand. "Nah, sweetheart, I am only getting started."

He throws his hand in the air and before you can register what's happening, he's placing them over your shoulders. His fingers rub the skin of your arms and he grins at you. You squirm in your seat, suddenly finding his grin to be not that attractive. You try to tell yourself that there's nothing to be scared of, some people tend to get a little touchy when they get drunk.

"The night has only got started, sweetheart," he mutters, getting incredibly close to you. You think he's attempting that thing where someone whispers in your ears in a sexy gruff voice in hopes that it'd be attractive. But if anything, you shiver in disgust and fear.

You try to put some distance between the two of you but he doesn't budge. It's only when you put a little more force that you're successful at your attempts.

He's taken off guard by your sudden use of force but his surprise fades and he smirks. "Do you like it rough, babygirl?"

Okay, that's it.

"I need to go use the washroom," you come up with the most basic excuse ever but you doubt in his drunk state, he'd ever pay attention to how lame you sound.

You're right in your assumption that he doesn't pay attention. However, he's not happy that you're leaving him. "You should not leave me here. We should leave together for my place."

The lopsided grin on his face makes your stomach churn in a bad way. Before you can get a word out to come up with some excuse, a glass of shot is being placed in front of him.

"Sir, your order," the bartender says and that seems to be the magic words as he seems to forget that he had an issue with you leaving him moments ago.

You ease up a little bit and don't miss the look the bartender is giving you. She seems to be telling you with her eyes that she will make sure that your date doesn't follow you.

The relief on your face is the only thing that serves as a mode of expressing your gratitude as you quickly flee the spot. Not knowing any place better, you actually do find yourself in the washroom. What if you were to stand outside the club and somehow he catches up with you? In the washroom, at least there will be other girls.

You take your phone out and hesitate for a brief moment. Would it be the right thing to do to ask your best friend, Jisoo, to come and pick you up? You could take a cab but with the sudden turn of events, you feel scared to be alone.

Pushing your hesitance aside you shoot her a text, knowing she would be very mad if she were to learn you didn't text her when in need.

You: can you please come and pick me up?

Jis 🥵: sure can

Jis 🥵: but is everything alright?

You chew on your lower lip and decide this is no time to go into details.

You: I'll tell you once I reach home

Jis 🥵: sure

Jis 🥵: i can see your location

Jis 🥵: I'll be there in fifteen

You sigh in relief when you read the text. You wait for exactly twelve minutes before stepping out of the washroom, getting a little impatient to get out of the club.

However, the moment you step out, you're met with a figure that you recognise immediately. Jungkook. And by the looks of it, he looks agitated about something as he looks at his phone screen.

You're no fool to think that Jungkook being here is a mere coincidence and walk towards him. The sound of your heels catches his attention and he looks up, finally noticing you.

"Why are my calls not reaching you?" He asks, looking absolutely pissed. Any other time, you'd have felt extremely satisfied at that but you fail to feel any of that right now.

To address his question, his calls are not reaching you because you have him blocked. Why?

Before answering the why, you should probably get into how you and Jungkook know each other.

You see Jisoo has a boyfriend, Taehyung. And Taehyung, bless his sweet soul, has an absolute devil of a best friend, Jungkook.

You never imagined that you'd ever have this much animosity with your best friend's boyfriend's best friend. But for some reason unknown, you and Jungkook just simply do not get along. You both are involved in constant bickering, pulling pranks and throwing insults at each other.

Which leads to the why, you have Jungkook blocked. Last time, he posted an advertisement on his social media saying there's a need for someone who can do a good Minnie Mouse impression and put your phone number at the bottom of it. For several days people kept calling you asking if they can give you their demo. Some didn't even bother asking, they thought saying hello in the Minnie Mouse voice would earn them brownie points. It made you so incredibly furious that out of sheer pettiness, you blocked Jungkook.

"Why are you here?" You ask instead of answering his initial question.

"What? I'm your prince charming for tonight," Jungkook smirks, his previous agitation melting away and it immediately irks you. "I heard you needed a ride and so here I am."

Your eyes follow his and you immediately shake your head when you realise he's asking you to get on his bike. Jungkook and his bike go hand in hand, so much so that you hadn't paid attention to it when you first saw him. However, now you feel incredibly stupid for not realising any sooner that his bike is supposed to be your ride for the night.

"No, no, no, I'm not getting on that," you shake your head vehemently.

Jungkook raises a brow. "You have no other choice, sweetheart."

"I'll book a cab," you grumble, knowing very well that you are not quite fond of that idea.

"I'm already here. Just get on the bike Y/N."

You don't reply for a few moments before sighing when you realise how your argument is incredibly stupid. "Fine."

Jungkook grins and gets on the bike. He starts the engine and motions you to take your seat. You hesitate for a moment but then get behind him. He hands you a helmet before putting one on himself.

You wait for him to start the bike but you are confused when Jungkook doesn't do so. "What are you waiting for?"

"For you to wrap your arms around me," just by the tone of his voice, you can tell he's enjoying this thoroughly.

You scoff. "Why would I ever do that?"

Your question is answered when he revs the engine and the force of it makes you stumble forward. Involuntarily, your arms wrap around his torso as you cling to him for dear life.

"There's my good girl," Jungkook comments with a cheeky grin on his face and takes off.

With how fast he's going, you find yourself feeling scared and hold on to him tighter. His hard back presses against your chest and you rest your chin on his right shoulder, soon finding the position comfortable and despising it at the same time. You both spend the entire journey to your place in this manner and in absolute silence.

You're surprised at how quickly you reach your destination. It's like his motorbike flies. Untangling yourself from Jungkook, you get off the bike. You remove the helmet and throw it at him, not wanting to spend another moment in his presence.

But before you can walk inside your home, he grabs your hand. "Woah, woah, woah. Do I not get a thank you?"

"Fuck off, asshole," you roll your eyes and free yourself from his grip. You're aware that if you were to ask anyone they'd tell you, you are the one who's being an asshole but you and Jungkook simply do not share the kind of dynamic, where one thanks the other. If it were Jungkook in your place, he'd probably say something cheeky or call you names. He'd do everything but not say thank you.

You take the key out of your purse and are about to unlock your door, when you're swiftly turned around in the blink of an eye and the next thing you know, you are caged between your front door and Jungkook.

"What do you want, Jungkook?"

The corner of his lips lift up. "A simple thank you."

You smile too, the only difference being yours is sarcastic. "Thank you so much Jungkook for coming to pick me up because Jisoo asked you to."

"She didn't ask me to," he replies, immediately, shaking his head. The action causes a few of his curls to fall on his face and with him being this close to you, you let your mind drift to how easy it would be for you to just gently remove those strands out his face. However, you control yourself, getting annoyed with the whole situation.

"Of course, she didn't ask you to! You came because you wanted to really help me." Your words are so sweet that they drip venom.

Jungkook observes you closely, before curiosity gets the best of him. "Why do you hate me so much?"

You're caught off guard by his question. The hate between you and Jungkook has always been mutual and reciprocated. None of you have ever questioned it. Hating each other is what feels right, what feels natural. You never imagined that any of you would ever question it.

"Well…you know," you stutter, finding yourself at a loss of words.

"No, I don't," he challenges. "Tell me Y/N, what have I done for you to hate me so much?"

"Y-you know, y-you know you are not a good guy," the words sound lame to even your own ears but that's the best you come up with.

"That's it, huh?"

You roll your eyes and look away from him, not wanting to make it obvious that you do not have a proper answer to give. However, Jungkook grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

He leans in incredibly close and you feel his breath on your skin. It makes you wonder what he's doing, it makes you wonder if he's going to kiss you and it makes you wonder why you aren't moving away from him. Your breathing speeds up and your chest heaves to give testimony to that. Your eyes drop to his lips and for the first time you find the previously annoying mole under them, cute. Just when you think he's about to close the distance he goes straight to your ears.

"I think you want me to be the bad guy," he whispers. "Because you know I'd be too good to you."

He nips at your earlobe before backing away, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"What are you doing?" You may not have been kissed but you sound just as breathless as one gets after a heavy session of kissing.

"Good night princess," he winks at you before getting on his bike. "Have sweet dreams."

What just happened?

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lalacliffthorne · 10 months

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🌪 idiot 🌪

Azriel x Reader

summary: a fight gets out of hand, and suddenly, everything's turned upside down

notes: this one is a slight emotional rollercoaster, people, so - you know, prepare. this was actually planned to turn out totally different, but the second I started writing, it just completely ran away with me and basically took on a life of it's own, and who am I to fight that. also. uhm. pretty much half of it is smut. yeah. so. you kids have fun. I need a cold shower.

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I wasn't quite sure how it had happened.

One second, I had been yelling at Azriel, feeling anger and frustration tear at my chest as the shadowsinger glared at me, rage burning in his eyes as they pierced into mine.

The next, his hands were buried in my hair, his chest pressing into mine as he pushed me backwards and kissed me like a male starving.

Training had been shit. Cassian hadn't been there because he was on border patrol for Rhys, so for once, no one was there to keep Azriel from pushing and pushing.

He had followed me after, his deep voice cutting like his knives when he had counted down the many ways I had failed, would have died in a real fight.

It was always like that - me somehow never being able to do anything right in his eyes. But for some reason, this time, it had been the last straw on a shitty morning, and so it had turned into a screaming match as soon as he had yanked me into his room instead of letting me storm into mine to slam the door into his face.

Well, I had been screaming; frustration and anger and hurt of over a hundred years finally pushing past the surface to unload onto the shadowsinger.

Azriel had not even yelled, but his voice had still grown louder with every word, deep and vibrating with anger as his shadows swirled around him; to egg him on or to calm him, I couldn't tell.

At some point, he had stepped closer, towering over me and just making me angrier as I unleashed every ounce of fury I had bottled up about the way he'd been treating me since the very beginning, either ignoring me like I wasn't there or reprimanding me, harsher than on anyone else.

It had all spilled out without me being able to hold it back, all of the frustration about how he was treating me laced with the anger and the hurt that was buried deep within as I stabbed my finger at his chest. All the while, he had just stared at me, something indiscernable in his eyes when I had finally ran out of words with a vibrating, angry sound and we both had just stared at each other for a long moment, breathing heavily, my insides twisting with anger.

And then he had leaned down, his lips crashing against mine, and without thinking, I had tugged him closer.

Which had led to where we were now. Azriel's hands stripping away my leathers as my fingers pulled at the buckles of his chest armor, trembling with what I told myself was the rage still burning in my chest. Rage that made me stretch and slip my hands into his hair to tug him down after pushing his armor off his shoulders as I kissed him back, feeling the world sway with the groan vibrating through his body as his hand gripped the back of my neck, tilting my head to kiss me harsher, more feverish, furious and somehow desperate.

Azriel's tongue swirled around mine, his breathing heavy as he pulled back just to tug my shirt over my head. His fingers started undoing my leather pants as his lips latched back onto mine, messy and hot, and something lurched in my stomach as I scratched my nails down his chest, the deep sound leaving him causing something to twitch in my pulsing lower stomach as I started tugging on his pants.

The back of my knees hit the mattress; Azriel stopped himself from falling onto me when I pulled him with me, his hands pressing into the sheets next to my head, and his hips bucked up into mine.

A wave of heat washed through my lower stomach, my lips fell open, and Azriel groaned into the kiss, his body growing rigid as he rocked into me again.

A whimper tore from my throat when he latched his lips onto my neck, beginning to trail harsh kisses down my throat that made my back arch as his hips started grinding down into mine in a steady rhythm. My insides tightened so harshly, I whimpered again, more breathless as my fingers clawed at Azriel's shoulders and I rolled my hips to meet his.

Azriel's movements stuttered, and a deep, strangled sound broke from his throat. His grip changed, and my heart stumbled to a screeching halt when his rough hand closed around my breast the same moment his tongue ran over the other.

My breath hitched, my whole body turning into a hot, squirming mess when Azriel began palming my chest harshly, licking and sucking at my nipple as soft groans left him. I gripped his hair as I tried to fight the moans building in my throat, his warm tongue lapping over my skin, leaving my eyes rolling back into my head.

Dragging his lips down over my body, his breathing quick and rough, Azriel pulled down my pants and underwear in one, leaving hard kisses on every inch of skin he could reach. But they seemed to soften as his rough, scarred hands wrapped around my hips. His eyes moved up to meet mine, half-lidded and hazy, fogged over with something that made my hips twitch, and a soft whimper left my throat.

Azriel blinked, and something shifted in his expression. His gaze cleared a little as it flickered over my face, and suddenly, his throat worked, his jaw tightened. Then his grip around my hips changed, and the next second, I was flipped over onto my stomach.

My breath staggered, and I could feel something lurch in my chest when the shadowsinger dragged me over the mattress. But then his breath brushed over the back of my shoulder, and when his deep voice sounded next to my ear, it was soft and a little rough as he mumbled: “Hold on.”

Swallowing against the way my throat closed up, I reached out and gripped the headboard, and Azriel's hand pressed down onto my spine almost gently. My back arched, and his other hand tightened around my waist as he pushed my legs apart. Then I felt him shift, and my mouth parted soundlessly when the tip of his cock brushed over my folds.

Azriel exhaled raggedly as his rough fingers slid through the wetness of my pussy, then he gripped my hips tighter, and a strangled gasp left me when he slowly started to push in.

My head dropped forward, my insides fluttering, and Azriel's fingers dug into my hips, a strained curse slipping from his lips as his cock pressed against my walls, slowly pushing forward inch by inch. He was big, filling me in a way that made small whimpers leave me, and Azriel pressed a curse when my hips bucked back on instinct, his hand pressing onto my back, and I moaned breathlessly when the movement made him slip in deeper.

I didn't know how long it took until he finally bottomed out, but when he did, my eyes were fluttering, my knuckles white around the headboard. Azriel was breathing harshly, his hips pressed flush against mine, and I whimpered just from the feeling of him, so deep, filling what felt like every inch of my body.

Azriel's grip tightened, and his hips rocked harshly into mine. Then he started to move.

Breathing, something that was second nature, suddenly became difficult. Every thrust sent my body rocking forward, and I could feel the strain in Azriel's grip, like it required every ounce of control on his body to keep the hard, steady rhythm. Every thrust seemed to hit deeper inside of me, my body melting back with every harsh rock of his hips. My fingers burned with how tight I was gripping the headboard, my head tipped forward and lips agape without any sound leaving them as my insides fluttered, tightening with every time Azriel rolled his hips to meet mine, waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

The sound of sweaty skin meeting skin mixed with Azriel's harsh breaths, causing my head to roll to the side, breathless moans falling from the back of my throat, and every single one seemed to be followed by a stutter of Azriel´s hips and an even harsher thrust. I could feel my clit throb, my body heaving as I pushed back, back against his deep thrusts, and the movement caused him to hit something inside of me that made my insides coil. A gasp left me, eyes rolling back, and just as my arms gave out, I was pulled up by my waist.

My heart staggered, stuttering when hands slipped over my torso, rough and calloused as they dragged me up. Then hot breath hit the side of my face, and an arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against a hard, muscled chest.

My breath stumbled, something skipping high in my chest when Azriel's nose brushed against my cheek, arms gripping me tighter. Then his hips pushed forward to meet mine, and my head tipped back.

The new angle caused Azriel to slip in even deeper, and my eyes rolled back the same moment a strained sound left him, grip pulling me tighter almost frantically as he picked up his movements, every steady, hard thrust rocking his body into mine.

A choked sound left me as my insides tightened, my fingers clawing at Azriel's arm wrapped around my waist. I could feel every inch of his skin, hot and slick with sweat like mine as he pressed into me, his hands gripping harshly onto my skin, almost desperately. Something hot washed over my insides, tightening, and Azriel's lips grazed over the side of my neck, a deep grunt leaving him, causing my legs to almost buckle, and I reached out to desperately grab onto the back of his neck.

Azriel's movements stuttered, and my stomach jolted at the rough sound escaping the back of his throat, his thrusts growing harsher and more frantic. Like somehow, that one movement had kicked his control out of the window and he couldn't; wouldn't hold back anymore. His heavy, ragged breaths hit my cheek when he raised his head, and my heart flipped in my chest at the way his nose pressed against my temple, open lips dragging over my skin as his body rocked into mine, every push of his hips seeming to sink deeper, making my eyes roll back further. His hand gripped my breast, tugging and palming until I writhed in his grip, whimpering as I pressed my head back against his shoulder, and my mouth fell open when he hit that spot.

Azriel's body seemed to tighten, every muscle locking in place, and his pace grew desperate. Then his other hand slipped down from where it was gripping my waist bruisingly, and his rough fingers brushed over my clit.

A sound left me, so loud as it ripped from my throat, my nails scratching over his skin but Azriel didn't seem to care, not when my hips bucked back into him and I could feel my insides tighten, tighten as he started circling my clit, changing between hard brushes and barely there grazes. My legs began to tremble, something white hot building in my stomach as moans and whimpers spilled from my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut and the knot wound tighter and tighter, Azriel's grip tensing like he could sense –

The tightness exploded, and a garbled sound left my lips, so loud, it echoed in my own ears.

Waves of white hot pleasure crashed over me, my hips grinding desperately as my legs shook and I felt myself drip as the whole world shook and heat rushed over me, over and over again as Azriel´s hips snapped against mine and his arms gripped me so tight, I almost forgot to breathe. Then I could feel his thrusts stuttering before pushing deep, and Azriel came, his mouth opening with a groan as his body pressed into mine.

I didn´t know how long I shook in his arms through the feeling of loosing all sense of who I was, my body melting into a puddle of hot tightening pleasure.

When I finally felt my limbs again, my mind slowly ceasing its spinning, Azriel was still thrusting, slow and steady, his sweaty chest pressed into my back as his grip loosened enough for me to feel the hot spots of skin where his arms had held me. My head lolled over his shoulder as I felt sweat run over my skin and my heart thumping against my chest, and Azriel's hand ran down my side, his hips stilling. I thought I felt him swallow, then he dropped his head and buried his nose in the crook of my neck.

My heart skipped once, but it was harsh as suddenly, dread took over every limb in my body.

Shit.

Azriel's arms slipped away from me, almost gently, and I dropped forward, catching myself on my hands when he slowly pulled out, an involuntary sound falling from my lips at the feeling of emptiness, and something lurched in my chest.

There was an ache spreading rapidly in my chest, and suddenly, my eyes burned with pressure, my fingers shaking.

Shit.

I could feel the mattress move distantly, like Azriel had climbed off, but I couldn't focus, couldn't feel anything but the rising feeling of panic in my chest and the way my limbs started to tremble.

Shit, shit, shit.

Looking over my shoulder, I found the room empty, and something lurched in my chest, bile rising in my throat.

Of course he had left.

I quickly slipped off the bed, darting down to pick up the first piece of clothing I could reach. My body felt sticky, suddenly dirty in a way that made my stomach turn.

The ache in my chest surged as the expanse of what happened rushed over me, and my breath quickened frantically as pressure built in my throat.

I had fucked Azriel. The male that seemed to be annoyed by me more than not, that was either cold and ignoring me or harsh and unrelenting. And it had taken my breath with every second. Had turned the world upside down, had made every fiber in my being tremble with the way he had touched me.

The shirt I slipped over my head was way too big, and its smell hit me like a blow to the stomach. Hastily pulling my underwear back on and grabbing my clothes, I pushed myself to my feet, my knees shaking.

But before I could even take one step towards the door, Azriel appeared in the bathroom door.

My breath hitched, and my heart skipped painfully when he stilled.

For a second, we just stared at each other, my breath trembling as I fought the instinct to bolt and that ache in my chest that grew heavier. My gaze darted over the shadowsinger, the pyjama pants now hanging low on his hips and the towel in his hand that caused something to twitch in my heart in confusion for a second. His eyes seemed almost soft as they pierced my own, and for a second, it seemed like a crease threatened to appear between his brows.

I blinked before hastily averting my eyes and mumbling: “I'm sorry, I'll just –“ The sound of my voice almost made me wince, hoarse and small, and I started hurrying towards the door. But I only made it a few steps before a hand closed around my wrist, gentle but firm, and my heart darted into my chest as my head whipped up.

Azriel's eyes flickered over mine, and for a second, he looked like he was hesitating, a muscle in his jaw shifting. Then he blinked and lightly pulled on my hand, slowly turning me around as his gaze darted over my face, and his throat worked like he was trying not to swallow.

“I just - have to see –“, his deep, raspy voice broke, and my breath hitched when he seemed to take a breath and dipped his head.

My body froze when his nose lightly brushed over mine. Azriel's grip tightened around my arm when he stilled for a second, tension rippling through his body. Then he bridged the last bit of distance.

A soft, trembling inhale made my shoulders rise when Azriel kissed me, slow and firm and gentle, causing my hand to reach out like instinct to grab onto his shoulder –

I gasped, and my fingers dug into Azriel's skin harshly when something tightened in my chest like a snap.

Heat bloomed under my ribs, right over my heart that fluttered wildly as something pulsed under my skin, something that tugged, pulled me towards the male in front of me who fell completely still, and I knew, knew he felt it too, knew from the way the pull in my chest grew, like another had joined it, weaving together to form one single, strong bond.

Slowly, Azriel broke the kiss, and when I forced open my eyes, breathing quickly, he was staring down at me, eyes wide, looking shaken and almost a little fragile.

“You're –“ My voice gave out, and something feverish seeped into the way Azriel's gaze flickered over my face, like he was trying to drink it in, commit it to memory. Then he swallowed.

“Hello, love.”

His deep mumble, rough and hoarse beyond reason sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my lips fall open, my heart rising into my throat as that thing in my chest pulsed, sending a chant through my body.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

I didn't know how long we just stood in the middle of Azriel's room, staring at each other while my heart fluttered achingly and that weight in my chest grew. The setting sun was seeping through the light curtains and bathed the bedroom in a soft, golden hue.

Azriel blinked, and his eyes softened, softened until the ache in my chest caused my breath to hitch when he took a step torwards me, and my heart skipped into my throat when he reached out to gently pry the clothes I still clung to from my grip.

Letting them drop to the ground without even sparing them a glance, Azriel's eyes flickered over my face as I stared up at him in a mix of fear and confusion. Then his hand lightly closed around my elbow, something fluttering high in my chest when his chest bumped into my shoulder, and Azriel gently nudged me towards the bathroom door, his breath brushing over the top of my head when he mumbled into my hair: “Come on.”

The bathroom was facing west like the bedroom, and I lost my breath a little when Azriel carefully pushed me through the door, the windows in the carved walls allowing the golden light to flood the room.

The shadowinger's hand was a gentle weight on the small of my back, just firm enough for the warmth of his palm to seep through the material of the shirt I was wearing. It caused the skin underneath to tingle, and I was almost glad that it slipped away when we reached the sink, because the urge to lean back into him had grown unbearable. Looking up at him over my shoulder, I felt my heart still before something began to rise in my chest.

The sunlight was casting a golden glow over Azriel's body. His face looked like someone had carved it from marble, the warm light causing his brows to crunch together almost discernably, emphazising the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones, the straight line of his nose and his lips while somehow making all of his face look softer. And his eyes – his eyes looked like amber held into sunlight, bright and honey colored.

I missed Azriel stepping towards me, my eyes glued to his face as something thrummed violently in my chest. But then he leaned down, his hands slipped around the back of my thighs, and my heart jumped into my throat.

A soft sound of surprise left me, and I quickly clung to his shoulders when Azriel lifted me onto the counter.

The cold marble sent a jolt down my legs, making me shiver softly. The muscles in Azriel's shoulders shifted under my hands when he straightened up again, his breath grazing over my forehead, and when I looked up at him, his eyes were already on my face, warm in the golden light.

Suddenly, something seemed to close around my throat.

“I'm sorry.” The words left me before I could stop them, in a whisper that was soft and a bit weak, and the weight in my chest grew.

Azriel's brows twitched, and a furrow slowly formed between his brows as he stared at me. Stared and stared until I gently shrugged one shoulder, mumbling: “I know how long you've been waiting for –“

A mate.

His mate.

I swallowed as my eyes flickered over his face, and something ached in my chest even as I tried a soft smile. “I know I was probably the last person you had in mind.”

Azriel stared at me, and there was a harsh tug in my chest, like he was trying to hold something back from rushing down the bond. Then a slow exhale left him, and he pressed his hands onto the counter next to my thighs, dropping his head.

My heart skipped softly in confusion when I stared at his hunched form, his wings twitching almost like he was in pain.

Azriel's fingers curled into fists. Then he straightened up again, running a hand over his face. His eyes found mine, and something flashed through them.

His jaw shifted; he blinked and moved forward, and my breath hitched when his hands slipped over the sides of my neck to cup my jaw. His thumbs brushed over my cheeks as Azriel stared at me, looking almost desperate when he said slowly, his deep, low voice rough: “Never say that again.”

My heart lurched in my chest, and my gaze flickered over his face in slight shock and uncertainty.

A muscle in Azriel´s cheek shifted as his fingers flexed slightly, and his voice sounded strangely close to cracking when he mumbled hoarsely: “I should be the one apologizing.”

Suddenly, something blocked my throat, no matter how hard I swallowed.

Azriel's eyes moved over my face, and I could see the moment his jaw set like he was making a decision. Then he said roughly: “I'm sorry. I am so sorry I ever was stupid enough to make you believe I didn't like you. I am sorry I didn't listen when Cass and Rhys told me that I was making a mistake and that I would screw everything up, and I´m sorry that I was an asshole. I treated you awfully, all because I – was scared.” His voice sounded pressed. “I was scared, because I don't hate you. I do not not like you.” His eyes darted over my face, and the muscle in his jaw worked. “I like you far too much. You make me feel things I have never felt before, want things I've never wanted before. And that scared the shit out of me.”

Azriel's throat worked like he was trying not to swallow. “I wanted to protect myself from what I thought was inevitable heartbreak, because there was no way someone like you didn't have a mate, someone better for you than me. Because if you somehow, miraculously felt the same, it would have been only a matter of time until you found that other person, and losing you after having you would have torn me apart. Even more than just never having you in the first place.” His voice rasped slightly. “So I pushed you away, ignored you.” His eyes searched mine, desperate, pained. “Because I was already in far too deep.”

I stared at him with wide eyes, trying to understand the words falling from his lips as something started fluttering against my ribs, quicker and quicker until my chest ached.

“You –“ My voice broke, weak and slightly trembling, and Azriel squeezed his eyes shut for a second like it caused him actual physical pain. It took away my breath, seeing him like this, every emotion visible on his face, completely off guard and vulnerable.

It was like finally, after centuries - his unmovable mask had dropped.

“I'm sorry.” Azriel sounded hoarse, his low, deep voice vibrating through my very bones when his hands slipped from the side of my neck, dropping to press against the countertop.

“I'm so sorry. I fucked everything up, and you have every right to be furious with me.“ He opened his eyes, and the pain in them took my breath. “When you yelled at me earlier – I realized how much I have actually hurt you. That I had taken my anger and my frustration about myself out on you.” He swallowed, his deep voice weak and rough when he mumbled: “I never meant to hurt you. And I still did. So – yell at me, scream at me, do whatever you want. I deserve it.”

My heart jumped into my throat, something thrumming and fluttering against my ribs as I stared at the stupid, stubborn, beautiful male in front of me. My breath hitched, trembling as I listened to that surging feeling in my chest, hot and wavering. Then I raised my hands, slipping them up his shoulders to cup the back of his neck.

Something flashed through Azriel's eyes as they darted up to meet mine, and my breath hitched at the way his amber iris flickered over my face as he slowly let me pull him towards me.

Swallowing softly, I raised my chin; my nose brushed against his, and I could feel Azriel freeze when I pressed my lips onto his.

There was a surge in my chest, rising and taking my breath away as my heart began to flutter against my ribs, quicker with every second.

Azriel's lips were warm, just like his skin under my hands where they were pressed against the sides of his neck. Then one of them slipped up into his hair before I could stop it, and a soft tremble went through Azriel's body, a quiet, hoarse sound breaking from the back of his throat.

My heart skipped into my throat, and suddenly, something tightened a little in my chest, because maybe just kissing him hadn't been the best idea, and maybe I should have –

I didn't realise I was beginning to pull back until one of Azriel's hands rose to cup the side of my neck. I almost whimpered at the feeling of his rough skin gently pressing against mine, the hum in my chest growing, and Azriel breathed out against my skin. His fingers slipped up to tangle gently in my hair as his lips brushed over mine for a second. Then he leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, and a small sound built in my chest.

Azriel moved, his free hand sliding up my side to bury in my hair as well, and my fingers started to tremble at the way he tilted my head, his hips pressing into mine as his tongue lazily dragged over mine. My hands slid down to his sides, my fingers digging into his skin, and Azriel groaned softly and quietly into my mouth, causing the flutter in my chest to grow into a humming, rising feeling.

By the time the shadowsinger slowly broke the kiss, the world seemed to spin, the only steady thing the male in front of me and his warm skin under my hands, his fingers curling into my hair and his hips pressed against the insides of my thighs.

Trying to breathe against my racing heart and the bond thrumming in my chest, I swallowed harshly, feeling Azriel's forehead press against mine and his heavy, ragged breaths hitting my skin. His fingers slowly loosened their grip far enough for his hands to slip out of my hair and to rest at the base of my neck, his thumbs brushing softly over my skin. Then he drew back, and forcing open my eyes, I felt something tumble in my chest when my gaze found his, his amber iris looking hazy in the warm golden light hitting his face.

“You're an idiot,”, I mumbled, my voice soft and rough. "A jerk, and an asshole, and an idiot."

I could feel Azriel's muscles shift under my touch as he swallowed, his wings twitching a little as his gaze darted over my face.

Breathing out softly, I felt something surge in my chest when I stared at him and his beautiful eyes, and my heart skipped when one corner of my lips rose, soft and hesitant and a little wobbly when I whispered: “But I guess you're my idiot now.”

Azriel stared at me, stared and stared as the setting sun enveloped him in a warm golden glow, his gaze swirling with a storm of emotions so tangled it was hard to discern them all. Then a slightly shuddering exhale left him, and his glassy eyes fluttered shut for a second when he dropped his head forward to rest it against mine. His thumbs brushed over my skin as his nose nudged against mine, and I could feel a wave of something so warm and strong pulse through the bond from his end, my heart missed a step.

For a moment, neither of us moved, breaths mingling, Azriel's wings shivering slightly as my thumbs brushed over his skin. Then I mumbled: "Az?"

A soft sound left him at his name falling from my lips, his grip tightening, and I furrowed my brows softly without opening my eyes, muttering: "Why did you bring me in here?"

I could feel the shadowsinger shift, then he pulled back his head, and when I raised my own, something fluttered against my chest as my eyes flickered over Azriel´s face, gods damned beautiful in the golden light, his gaze already dragging over me. Then he blinked and slipped his hands off my skin, and my heart lurched at the loss of contact, but Azriel just picked up the towel and turned on the faucet. Holding the fabric under water for a second, he turned it off again and returned to his place in front of me.

His hips nudged my legs apart, and my breath hitched when his warm, scarred fingers gently tapped against my knee, his eyes bright in the golden light when he mumbled, his low, deep voice like a soft brush down my spine: "You're sticky."

My heart skipped high in my chest, and a soft, croaky laugh broke from my lips as I stared at him, feeling warmth begin to bubble violently in my chest as suddenly, something fluttered against my ribs.

One corner of Azriel's lips turned upwards, and he watched me for a second, his eyes gleaming in the light. Then I lightly pushed my legs apart, and his scarred fingers slipped under my knee, lifting it gently as he began to clean my skin.

Something rose in my chest as I stared at the male before me, his head dipped down slightly and brows crunched softly as his scarred hand carefully bent my leg, the warm towel gently running over the underside of my thigh. A strand of hair was falling over his forehead, and suddenly, my fingers itched to brush it away.

I hesitated for a second, then I carefully tugged at that pulsing thing in my chest.

Azriel´s eyes darted up to meet mine, his grip nearly slipping on my thigh, and I felt something close around my throat.

"I can feel you,", I whispered.

Azriel's gaze moved over my face, and my breath hitched when a light formed in his eyes, bright like the warmth of the setting sun. Then he blinked, and one corner of his lips quirked softly.

"I'm not that big."

My heart skipped high in my chest, and an incredulous snort escaped me, quickly followed by wild giggles as I grabbed the towel from his hand and whacked him into the face, causing a slow grin to spread over Azriel´s face. Suddenly, the world seemed to slow as well as his smile became wider and wider until deep creases formed in his cheeks and his brightly twinkling eyes crinkled at the corners.

My breath faltered, hitched and trembled, and I stared at him, my heart fluttering wildly against my ribs.

"Idiot,", I whispered, and Azriel's eyes twinkled in the warm golden light.

"I know,", he mumbled, soft and hoarse.

My heart skipped as we stared at each other, Azriel's iris bright in the sinking sun and the corners of his lips curved upwards. Then he blinked, softly raising a brow.

"Can I get the towel back or do you want to hit me again?"

Warmth bubbled in my chest, the bond pulsing and surging, and I huffed, barely biting back a stupidly wide smile as I grumbled: "I think I've changed my mind; I'm not sure I want you as my idiot anymore."

Azriel's eyes moved over my face, and there was something in the way he was staring at me, a twinkle in his iris, face pooled in golden light and the hint of a crease in his cheek that made my heart stumble when he slowly shook his head.

"No, sweetheart." His gaze tracked mine, and his deep voice was a little husky when he mumbled: "I'm yours now."

The bond whispered, and something swelled in my chest, warm and fluttering as my throat closed a little.

"Promise?", I whispered and cursed the weakness of my voice. But Azriel just stared at me, eyes warm and steady as he reached out, hooking his pinky finger through mine and squeezing as he mumbled, deep voice hoarse: "Promise."

#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x female!reader #azriel imagine #azriel/reader #az x reader #az imagine #az/reader #acotar x reader #acowar #acomaf #acotar #lalacliffthorne

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kisskiss-slashslash · 1 year

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Slashers (plus Micheal) chasing their future s/o and mid chase they trip head first bc of a rock and their s/o just turns around and laughs at them. The slasher just get up and start chasing them again but there s/o can’t stop laughing

I think it’s a funny fic❤️

U don’t have to do this btw

Oh but I want to 😄 unfortunately I couldn't come up with a good scenario for Michael, sorry. If I ever get an idea for it I will add him to thia post

Slashers tripping and falling while chasing their future s/o

Jason Voorhees

Jason is unsure about chasing you, and that’s the only reason why this happens. Usually, when he is *really* determined to kill someone, something like that wouldn’t happen to him; not at Crystal Lake at least, where he knows every stick and stone by heart. He may get his weapon stuck in places, but tripping? No way.

But you… you are different. Really, you don’t seem like his other victims at all. Your only real “crime” is entering his territory in the first place. So yes, Jason isn’t quite as set on killing you. He might even let you get away.

He is debating with himself if sparing you would really be a good idea, when his foot gets caught on a small rock, and he finds himself face first on yet another rock, leaving him with a bloody nose.

You stop and look at him, your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laugher. But when you try to speak, it just bursts out. Jason, of course, is not pleased, and immediately gets up to continue his pursuit.

Busy laughing as you are, you do not see the rope on the ground, and you quickly find yourself in the same position as Jason, face-first on the ground, with a nosebleed and a bruise on your face.

He catches up to you and you turn around. “I… guess I deserve it now, for laughing at you.” You see the blood dripping from underneath his mask and pull a tissue from your pocket. “Here. Sorry for laughing earlier.”

He hesitates before accepting, and once his bleeding nose is plugged up, he reaches out his hand to pull you to your feet.

Okay, it wasn’t nice of you to laugh at him, but you apologized. And that seals the deal for him; you’re a good one. You don’t have to die.

Vincent Sinclair

He actually trips over his own equipment. No idea *how* you got into his workshop while still breathing; you were probably trying to hide from Bo, only to find yourself face to face with his brother. Once he notices you, he of course grabs his ornate carving knifes and tries to attack you, only for the strap of his apron to get stuck at his chair, which causes him to trip over said chair while trying to untangle himself. And to put the cherry on top, when he hits the ground, his mask cracks and falls off.

You try to bite back your laughter. Unsuccessfully. Still, you decide to run before Vincent can recover.

He catches up to you in the living room of the house. Now maskless, he advances on you while you are alternating between giggles and sobs.

Then you can see him. And just kind of blurt out:“A pretty face like yours really shouldn’t be covered up by a mask.”

He lowers his knives, confused. Are you… *hitting on him*?

Freddy Krueger

Even in a world where he is god, Freddy isn’t quite safe from the little annoyances of every day life. This time, while making one of his usual quips, he makes a small misstep and lands on his ass.

You laugh, all of your fear going up in smoke, and with that, Freddy’s powers.

“Fucking hell”, he grumbles while he pulls himself to his feet. “What, you think I’m harmless just because I tripped, bitch?”

You are doubled over, holding your sides. “Oh really? Cause you don’t look that threatening right now, old man!”

He growls, frustrated that you are *right*. You are in his world now, but he can’t do anything because you’re not scared.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is pursuing you through the walls of his family’s estate, but underestimates his momentum while rounding a corner, which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards.

You look at the sight, and while the laughter is bubbling up inside you already, you can’t help but feel the protectiveness you have started feeling towards your “charge” flare up.

He said he wouldn’t hurt you. He said he would be good. And really he has never hurt you, right?

Still chuckling to yourself, you walk up to him and offer your hand. “I think I win this round”, you say, trying to play it off as if you were only playing catch.

He looks up at you and allows you to pull him up. “You… were just playing?”

“Of course, would I be laughing otherwise?”

Brahms doesn’t quite believe that, but as long as it means you will stay, he won’t ask any more questions.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba does tend to be a little bit on the clumsy side, so it’s no surprise when he loses his balance while swinging the chainsaw at you. It clatters to the ground, and gets dangerously close to cutting *him* instead.

You quickly grab the handle and turn it off, almost out of reflex, as if the person about to be cut by it hadn’t just tried to kill you.

The ridiculousness of the whole situation makes you burst out laughing. “What am I even doing here?”, you choke out inbetween tears of laughter. Then you shake your head and look at Bubba.

“You okay? The chainsaw didn’t get you, did it?”

He looks at you like you’re a hero. No, he can’t eat you. You saved him. He has to tell Drayton that you’re a friend now.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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4ngel-inc · 4 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 — "𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖘, 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑." ࿐

notes: after chuuya catches you flirting with dazai, he's intent on reminding you you're his.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

warnings: mdni. fem reader, adult themes. chuuya makes you beg for it (lovingly). blowjob, handjob, verbal degradation. 2k words.

the idea of flirting with dazai in front of your boyfriend had probably been a little, ill-planned—sure. but you couldn't help it, you'd been feeling so neglected lately. was chuuya even still in love with you, the way he claimed? maybe you were making the relationship out to be more than it was anymore—he'd been busy lately, sure, but after a year together, you worried you two had passed the honeymoon phase and he was simply. . . bored of you.

you used to catch him stealing glances at you often—sweet little moments just between the two of you. moments when doubting his love for you was the farthest thing from your mind.

but lately, you felt invisible. lonely. you tried to lure your good qualities to the forefront of your mind and keep them there—pretty, smart, funny, kind. you'd do anything for chuuya—and you prided yourself on your devotion. but things were starting to feel a little one-sided, and your insecurities were taunting you—snickering and hiding behind a corner each time you felt chuuya pull away after only one or two kisses, tears threatening to spill from your eyes each time he rolled over and fell asleep without his head on your chest—a usual nightly routine just a few months ago.

everything just felt so. . . disconnected. you weren't sure he still cared for you at all.

you missed running your fingers through his soft hair, missed the times he would seek you out in a crowd after a meeting just to steal a kiss before any of the other port mafia members noticed—pressing your back into a hidden corner and slipping his tongue into your mouth for even the briefest taste of you.

you remembered the times he would litter your face with gentle kisses each night, whimpers of i can't get enough of you, baby filling the lustful void in your mind as he breathed sweet little praises against your neck, buried deep inside you and erasing all other thoughts except chuuya, chuuya, chuuya.

things were just. . . different now. you couldn't explain it.

and that was how you found yourself in your current predicament—you knew chuuya was upset when you realized he had sent one of his men to call you into his office, rarely shifting his mind from work until his daily tasks were completed. even so, you couldn't deny the gluttonous excitement bubbling in your stomach as you peeked your head in, "can i come in?"

"please do," he stated firmly, quickly abandoning the paperwork in front of him and rising to circle his desk before taking a seat there, leaning against the polished wood.

you stopped midway to his desk, noticing how his stern and cold eyes pierced you like knives. maybe this was a bad idea, after all.

"chuuya?"

he crossed his arms, eyes never leaving yours. "what the fuck was that earlier?"

"excuse me?" you feigned, "don't swear at me."

"why? you have no problem disrespecting me."

"and what is that supposed to mean?"

"you know what i'm talking about—cut the bullshit. why the fuck were you hanging all over dazai earlier?"

for all things chuuya was good at, swearing was one of his greatest talents. and unfortunately, you were no stranger to his frustrations making you wet. he was just so damn good at being pissed off—the angry flush on his cheeks igniting something primal and slutty within you.

"i wasn't?"

chuuya rose from his desk, approaching you slowly and taking your jaw in his hand, caressing it softly. you almost thought he would kiss you—would finally give you the attention you desperately craved from him.

"my pretty girl—you are many things, but stupid isn't one of them."

you scoffed, annoyed now, "oh, so you do still think i'm pretty? haven't heard those words in a while." your pettiness was seeping out slowly, and chuuya looked genuinely confused at your words. "why do you even care? you don't want me around anyways."

"what?" he looked mentally and physically taken aback, and you were starting to feel a little guilty. "i- when did i say that?"

"you didn't have to, chuuya. you don't look at me the same now."

"what? so-that's what this is about? that's why you were fuckin' laughing and having a grand old time with that piece of shit? trying to make me jealous or something?"

he laughed darkly. you knew chuuya well enough to discern his anger rising by the shift in his voice. he did his best to hide his temper around you—and he'd never been cruel to you—but you were testing his patience.

he smirked at the realization this was all a ploy for his attention, and exhaled deeply. he stepped closer to you, and you weren't sure if he hated you or wanted you as badly as you wanted him in that moment.

"if you wanna talk about this, then be straight up about it. no more games." his eyes were soft then, a hint of sadness in them. "what's the matter, angel? be honest with me."

his words made you want to crumble, and you realized just how childish you had been. "i love you- but- i feel that you've forgotten about me." your voice was small and laced with insecurity.

"how so?"

"i just don't feel it, chuuya. i don't feel loved, don't feel needed," tears were teasing the corners of your lashline, "do you- do you even still want me?"

he looked shocked at the question, your vulnerability and the pain in your voice clearly having an effect on him. "how could you ever think i don't want you? you're the only thing i want."

only silence filled the space between you two. "i've just. . . been busy, i guess." he sighed and pulled your hands into his, softly and delicately, kissing each knuckle as you softened at the touch of his lips on your skin. "i wasn't doing it on purpose, but i'll be better."

you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as he embraced you, burying his face in the curve of your neck and inhaling deeply.

"promise?" your voice was muffled against his ginger hair, broken from the emotions you were feeling all at once.

he reached up to wipe your eyes, "i promise, baby. don't cry. never want you to feel neglected again. work is just stressful. . . it's not an excuse, but i'll be better," he repeated.

"i'm sorry."

"i'm sorry, too, sweetie." he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly—so not all was lost. however, as his lips parted from yours, you saw a familiar, unsettling darkness return to his eyes. "but, i can't forgive you."

"wh-what?"

"get on your knees, sweet girl. you're gonna make it up to me now."

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"you wanted my cock, right?" he was laughing almost psychotically, and for a moment, you wondered if arahabaki had invaded his mind once again—it was only the deep blue of his eyes that reassured you.

"ch-chuuya?" your hand stroked him lazily, despite the apprehension in your eyes as you kneeled before him, pathetic and desperate to bring him to his climax given how hard you'd been working at it for the past hour.

a mixture of your saliva and his precum dripped down your hand and wrist from how passionately you'd been sucking his cock, despite the fact he'd pulled it away from you countless times, no doubt punishing you for your earlier transgressions.

"you think this is a fuckin' game, don't you, sweetie? messing with my heart like that?" his hand was squeezing your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes for the hundredth time. "my pretty girl, lookin' so fucked out for me, god, you're pathetic."

you were kneeling in front of him, exactly as he liked—your cute little ass in the air as he leaned back in his chair, his cock and balls on full display as his legs remained parted, a pool of wetness evident on his desk chair just beneath his heavy, aching balls from how many times he'd made you gag on his dick, pulling you off him each time just before his climax arrived.

"you want it?" he repeated, gripping the back of your hair and holding you just out of reach of his cock, and you nodded pathetically, eyeing the wet tip, glossy and leaking from how hard you'd been working to make him cum—you couldn't think of anything you wanted more than his hot cum flooding your mouth, but he refused to give you your prize.

"almost thought i'd lost you to him—do you have any idea how that makes- me- feel?" his words were punctuated by the wet slapping sound of his dick on your tongue, only teasing you with the taste of him for a moment, not letting your mouth engulf him fully yet.

it was back and forth—it'd been hours, it seemed, since you'd been playing this game. he pulled you close, let you suck him off until you were sure he'd be releasing into your mouth at any moment, only to pull you away at the last second, a mixture of a moan and a laugh escaping his lips before you could fully taste him—all of him.

"chuuya- fuck-" you whined. "don't you wanna cum, baby?" you attempted to manipulate the situation—to convince him he wanted his orgasm just as much as you did.

"not as much as you want me to," he replied, looking down at you with that same sadistic smirk.

as tears threatened your eyes again—out of frustration for wanting him, for needing him, for loving him so much, his eyes finally softened at the realization you'd reached your limit, scooping you up into his arms and moving you to straddle him in his chair.

"ah, don't cry my sweet girl—" he ran his fingers through your hair, looking at you with all the love in the world, the same chuuya you'd missed so much. "i'll stop teasing ya now, c'mon baby, fuck me. . ." his hands gripped your ass as you started riding him.

"i'm yours—always will be. just don't break my heart like that again." his words became strained as you picked up the pace.

"will you finally cum for me? c-cum inside me."

he smiled up at you, your arms around his neck and lips just barely grazing his as you both panted and moaned, your climaxes approaching quickly, "of course, angel. anything for you."

"chuuya, i-i love you."

"love you too, pretty girl. never letting you go. don't give a f-fuck about anyone else—you're mine."

#— love notes: [chuuya] ୧ ‧#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd fluff #bsd smut #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #bungo stray dogs x reader

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Mr. Muscle | Seungcheol x fem.reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend loves flaunting his strength at every chance. You, on the other hand, consider yourself quite skilled at pretending not to be bothered—or at least you used to think so. Now, you find yourself in a playful tug-of-war between resisting and succumbing to the undeniable charm of his displays of strength.

Genre: fluff, pet names, sexual tension, pet names, praising, reader is thirsty over her man, reader is shorter than him, gf-bf- dynamic, protective Cheol, established relationship

A/N: Not proofread!

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You strolled through the park with your boyfriend Seungcheol, the sun casting a warm glow on their surroundings. Seungcheol, unable to resist the temptation, spotted a pull-up bar and flexed his muscles.

"Watch this, darling!" He effortlessly pulled himself up, showcasing his strength. Maintaining an air of nonchalance, you raised an eyebrow. "Impressive, but can you do it with one hand?"

Seungcheol, always up for a challenge, accepted with a smirk. "Of course."

You couldn't help but crack a smile. This made Seungcheol so much more attractive. You didn’t like when men bragged too much about their strength but he was definitely an exception.

"Okay, fine, you win this one."

Seungcheol grinned, basking in his victory.

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“Home sweet home”, Seungcheol exclaimed after entering your apartment. “Well that was a nice stroll.” You said and smiled at him.

Your boyfriend hummed in agreement and joined you in the kitchen. He hugged you from behind kissing your nape: “What’re you doing?”

“I need to prepare dinner, baby. It’s 7:30.” You answered.

“Oh well… uh” Seungcheol stopped for a moment. “What is it, Cheollie?”

“Me and the boys wanted go to the gym together and exercise a bit…”

“And?”

“There’s no and. That’s it”

“I mean why is it bothering you?”

“Baby, I wanted to help you out with cooking dinner.” Seungcheol looked at you worriedly. His eyes turning into big puppy like pupils.

You could eat him right now and then. “Cheol, you are the cutest, do you know that?” While turning around you pinched both of his cheeks and pecked his lips right after.

“You can go! It’s fine. I’ll be okay.” You assured him.

“Hm, okay. Call me when you need something.”

Oh, how sweet of him, you thought. However you were sure that there wasn’t anything you would have to deal with. Or was there?

Of course there had to be something you had to deal with.

A jar of pickles didn’t want to open. You’ve been trying to open it for the past half hour. Knives, Spoons, Forks, Spatulas- no material existing in your apartment worked on the stubborn lid.

Now you had no other choice but to wait for your boyfriend to come back home.

“Ugh, maybe I should hit the gym as well.”

“What?” you were greeted with a familiar sounding chuckle. Seungcheol was back home and he was sweating.

Sweaty Seungcheol was your biggest weakness. You couldn’t help but continue to thirst over the man mentally. The thought of him punishing you with his sweaty black hair, veiny arms and thick biceps made your folds clench.

“Earth to y/n? Are you there? Hello?” You were brought back to reality.

“Oh, uh yeah I’m back. I mean uh-“ you were interrupted by your boyfriend’s laugh. He kissed your temple followed by a hug: “Why are you so cute today? By the way the food smells so good. I could smell it from the first floor.” You grinned proudly. “Must be my cooking skills. Oh and Cheol, you’re sweaty. Please stop hugging me.”

Seungcheol pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a wry smirk gracing his lips. He knew exactly what you were thinking about two minutes ago.

One thing you unequivocally despised was your boyfriend's uncanny ability to effortlessly decipher your thoughts. While such insight could prove beneficial, this time, it made you feel uneasy.

“Why are you smirking?”

“Since my princess wants me to take a shower I will gladly do so.” Great, he avoided your question.

Seungcheol disappeared in the bathroom and came back ten minutes later. He was watching you struggling to open a jar of pickles which made him chuckle and reflect on the “I should hit the gym as well” sentence that you brought up.

“Let me open that jar for you,” he said approaching you. Seungcheol took the jar out of your hands and gave it a try.

Without much effort he opened the lid that frustrated you one hour ago.

"Strength comes in handy, doesn't it?"

Determined not to be swayed you rolled your eyes. “Anyone could’ve opened that jar.”

“Clearly” he answered sarcastically.

Seungcheol, undeterred, decided to take a more subtle approach. As you walked away, he subtly draped an arm around your waist, showcasing a different kind of strength—gentleness.

You were caught off guard and a blushing mess. Hiding in his chest you said: “You know, you don’t always have to show off your strength.”

Seungcheol, with a soft smile, replied, "I just want to be your strong support, even if it means flexing a bit.”

“Fine, Mr. Muscle. Just promise not to crush me with your strength.”

Seungcheol chuckled, wrapping you in a reassuring hug.

"Deal. I'll save the strength for opening stubborn jars and protecting your heart."

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This man has my heart ❤️ I want to write a smut version of this. Should I?

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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-> Joker x f!reader

Prompt: size kink

Warnings: dubcon, breaking and entering, voyeurism, slight stalking, knives, blood, submissive reader, size kink, no protection (wrap it for the holidays!)

Summary: You were home from work, fucking yourself with your little vibrator. Joker always had his eye on you, and he couldn't stand watching you fuck yourself with a pathetic little bullet, now could he?

You were horny.

After the holiday rush, after the many, many rude customers, you found yourself alone, exhausted, and in need of some good fucking.

Unfortunately, you also weren't the type of girl to fuck a random guy, so you were stuck at home, in your bed, with your pretty pink vibrator. It was a soft baby pink, and although it was quiet, it was one of the best ones you'd ever owned. You had it on its lowest setting, teasing you clit as you made yourself wetter. You moaned slightly as you increased it, your clit wonderfully in pleasure as you arched your back, slightly.

Unbeknownst to you, Joker was watching you out your window. He was hard in his trousers, his tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips as he watched as you pathetically curled around the plastic toy. It should be him, really--you were his, even if you didn't know it. He'd been watching you for a long time.

You didn't know it, of course. You were polite to a man that needed help on the street, unknowing that the man was a criminal that was one of Gotham's most wanted. Ever since, he'd been obsessed with you, needing to get closer to you at every cost. He knew everything about you, and you were none the wiser.

But watching you pleasure yourself, your pussy clenching around what should be him, made him so impossibly angry that he couldn't help it when he broke into your apartment, your moans all throughout the apartment like music to his ears.

"You ah, havin' fun there?" He asked, his arm resting against the doorframe. You looked over, your eyes wide with shock and terror as you took in the stranger in front of you. No, he wasn't a stranger--it was the Joker, clear as day, in front of you.

"Wh-What do you want?" You tried to cover yourself up, but it was no use. The damage had been done. You weren't sure how long he was there for, how much he had seen. He shamelessly stared at your body, scanning you as if he owned you.

"Well, let's see, I'd like you to stop fucking yourself with that pathetic thing," He pointed at the toy in your hand, and you looked at him like he was crazy. Well, maybe he was, but that wasn't the point.

"A-And what's it to you that I use this?" You snapped, your face red with embarrassment as he started to walk his way closer towards you. You had nothing on to protect yourself from him, and you knew he was capable of things you weren't able to fathom.

"It makes me, let's say, incredibly angry," He walked closer, his hands pressing against the mattress. You inched your feet closer to the rest of your body as you peered into his dark eyes. You couldn't find any emotion behind them, and it scared you to no end. "You should, ah, have something else inside of you, if you catch my drift."

You looked him up and down, your eyes finally settling on the bulge that was barely hidden by his purple trousers. It was bigger than anything you'd seen before, and your pussy got wetter thinking about it. You scolded yourself, trying to remind yourself that you were in a situation that was life-or-death, and that getting aroused by the Joker of all people wasn't going to help you.

"What?" You asked, innocently, as if you hadn't just heard what came out of his mouth. You weren't sure if that was the right move, his eyes glazing over and his mouth slightly ajar as he crawled farther until he was on top you, pressing you into the mattress.

"I want to fuck you," He stated, touching your face with a glove-clad hand. "And I want to make you mine."

Your mind was racing, and you could barely comprehend anything that he said. Make him yours?

"Y-You mean...?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to be my fuckdoll for tonight," Joker laughed darkly, his hands roaming your body as he pleased. You were frozen in fear, your mind telling you not to move, that if you didn't do anything he'd get bored and leave.

"W-Why?"

"I've ah, had my sights on you for a while, doll," He shifted closer to you, and you could practically smell his breath...which smelled like mint. "And let's just say that, ah, you ain't talkin' your way out of this. I want you to lay on your back and take what's gonna come to ya."

You did as you were told, laying so that your body was flush against the mattress, your naked body on full display. Joker seemed to enjoy your obedience towards him, as he pet your head mockingly with his gloved hand.

"I don't want you to talk," Joker flicked a knife out of his pocket. "Or else, ah, I might use this against ya to shut you up." As if to prove a point, he slashed at your shoulder, lightly grazing the skin with the blade. It immediately started to bleed, and your eyes pricked with pain. Your pussy was wet with arousal.

He put the knife next to your neck, and you were still as a statue, wondering what he'd do. He simply made a slight scratch, carving something into your neck. It hurt, but you didn't flinch. Afraid of what he'd do in light of defiance, you decided to do whatever he told you in order to get out of this alive. You weren't sure how patient the Joker was, and something told you that you really didn't want to find out tonight.

He then put the knife on the pillow beside you, and pressed his lips up against the wound on your neck, kissing it. His tongue lapped at the blood, and you moaned somewhere deep inside of you. You could feel his lips curl against your skin by the action, and you couldn't tell if he was upset.

He then took the toy out of your hand, turning it on to it's highest setting.

"Ya like getting fucked by this piece of shit?" He asked, shoving it into your pussy. It hurt, your pussy barely stretched out or prepped for this, and you nearly cried out in pain, your eyes beginning to drip tears onto your cheeks. Joker licked the tears up, giggling to himself as he continued to ram the toy into you, watching as you struggled to contain yourself. "You're gonna get somethin' way different tonight."

He took the toy out of you, and practically threw it against the wall, breaking it. You looked at him, your eyes wide and full of tears, only fueling him. He grabbed you by your hair, forcing you into a kiss. It was rough, teeth and tongue and teeth meeting each other. You kissed him back, your hands finding his hair and pulling him closer, moaning in his mouth. You weren't sure what was coming over you, but you suddenly needed him. You had to have him.

"Ah, ah, ah, calm yourself there, I'm in charge," He slapped you across your face. You marveled at how big his hand was compared to your face, and once you started to focus, you realized just how big he was compared to you. His hands were nearly twice the size of your own, and you realized that he had to be anywhere from one to two feet taller than you--your puny little frame nothing compared to his.

You looked at him, almost helplessly as he began to work his way around your body, poking, prodding, and slicing bits with his knife. It shouldn't have made you more horny, it shouldn't have made you more into what was happening to you...but yet, it was. You were enjoying this, and you were finding yourself anxiously awaiting what would happen next.

He started to suck at your skin, his mouth nearly fitting around half of your neck as he left a hickey and a bite mark, signifying that you were his. His little fuckdoll. His hands began groping your breasts, and you gasped as you realized his hands were just as big as your tits, if not slightly bigger. He was on top of you, his broad shoulders double yours.

"You're so fucking small and helpless," He growled into your ear, licking the tender flesh. The warmth of his breath against your ear drove you crazy, and you moaned a bit, as if asking for him to fuck you senseless. "You'll get what you deserve later. Right now, it's my turn to fuck you up."

He started by biting down your body, making sure to mark both of your collarbones with his teeth. He licked at every cut he made on your body, the sharp, metallic taste melting on his tongue. He groaned as he tasted your blood; the taste of your skin like cocaine to him.

"God, you're so perfect for me," He licked your nipple, and the bit it, eliciting a loud cry and moan from you. He grinned. Bits of his face paint were on your body, white and red stains everywhere from the grease paint. He thought of you like an art piece, his canvas, his.

He began to move his fingers down to your folds, gathering slick between his fingers. Curiously, he pulled them into his mouth, tasting all of you. He licked his lips as if finishing a good meal, and he laughed as he shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. He then took his fingers away, and took his pants off, revealing his purple-and-black stripped boxers.

He slipped them off with ease, revealing his full length. His cock was far bigger than you grasped beforehand, and your mouth watered as you imagined it inside of you, creating a bulge inside of you. Your thoughts were halted as he shoved his fingers inside of you, three at once. His fingers were thick, and you cried out in pain, which earned you a slap across the face again.

"Ah, ah, pet," He wagged his tongue at you. "No crying." You moaned, and he nodded. "That's what I like to hear."

He began to fuck you with his fingers, spreading your pussy open for him. He was quick with the work; as soon as he figured you could take it, he took his fingers out of you, and shoved them in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself again.

He lined himself up with your entrance, his large hands on either side of your hips as he pushed the head of his cock in your pussy, stretching you farther than his fingers. Your eyes filled with tears, a few rolling down your cheeks and falling onto the bites on your collarbone.

He pushed in farther, half of his cock in you and he placed a hand on your abdomen, feeling himself fill you up. You were so much smaller than he was, and he was crazy about it. He then suddenly pushed all the way in; your abdomen had a visible bulge.

"Look at how little ya are, pet," He growled, slapping the bulge. You gasped, moaning as you felt his hand collide with your skin. He grinned, his cock stretching and filling you more than you could even dream of. He was so much bigger than you. He was dangerous, he could break you with one wrong move. You were a porcelain fucktoy, and both of you knew it.

"I'm gonna fuck you like an animal," The Joker practically growled, thrusting into you. Your eyes glossy with tears, your stomach bulging from his cock being so endlessly big made him go mad with desire.

"Y-Yes, p-please," You gasp out, shuttering as Joker thrust into you roughly.

"Don't. Talk. Shut your mouth before I fuck it," He threatened, grabbing the knife he previously discarded and held it threateningly against the skin of your breast. It was not more than a mere threat; the blade slashing through your skin lightly, drawing enough blood to start dripping down, coating you in a dark mixture. "Ain't that a pretty sight?"

You nodded, arching to meet his thrusts, as he penetrated into every inch of your being. You only needed him—you sold your soul to the devil, and now he was getting his end of the contract. He smirked accordingly, his thrusts beginning to get longer and more drawn out, filling you completely and then leaving you empty within the same breath.

"Ah, you're so good against me, do you feel that?" He pressed your hand against your stomach, and your eyes widened. You could feel every time his cock entered your body, truly stretching and filling you to your limits. "That's all me, doll."

You whimpered in response, and he elicited a moan from you when he bucked his hips to thrust deeper into you, if that was even possible. Though you were lost in the pleasure, Joker was meticulously marking you up as his, carving his initials into you wherever he pleased--including on your neck, where everyone could see who, exactly, you belonged to. The Joker's girl.

"Fuck, yer so tight," He grunted, your pussy clenching around his dick, begging to not have him leave. You moaned around him, your body behaving in ways you never thought possible. Joker took your body in with every bit of hunger--his eyes like a predator's as he took in how vulnerable and slutty you were for him. Just for him.

"I'm close now, and you're gonna be filled with my cum," Joker forced you to look at him, a hand on your face roughly. "I want you to remember this moment, pet. As of now, you belong to nobody, except for me." You nodded your head, your brain too fucked to even care about what you'd agreed to. You needed the release, your orgasm quickly appearing as Joker continued to thrust into you. He sensed this, your pussy clenching on him harder in anticipation, and he snuck his hand away from your face to circle your clit harshly, drawing even deeper moans from you.

He pushed on your clit, the sudden pain mixed with pleasure doing it and you came on his cock, your pussy clenching around him even harder as you rode out your orgasm, his hand never leaving your clit nor his thrusts slowing down. No, he was going to fuck you until he came.

He continued to thrust, his warning mere seconds ago of being close a forgotten promise as he continued to thrust farther into your body, fucking you as much as he could before he felt himself reach his limit. He came with a string of curse words, his body rumbling on top of you as he filled you, completely, with his hot, sticky cum. You felt even more full, his dick filling you to an even fuller extent. You felt your abdomen expand again, struggling to fit all of his seed inside of you.

"What a pretty little fuckdoll you are," He mused, groaning as he slid out of you. He pushed the leaking cum back inside of you. "Don't waste a single drop of that stuff, it's potent." He warned, and when he was done pushing it back inside of you, he had you lick his fingers clean. You tasted his cum, a salty, strangely sweet mixture that sat heavy on your tongue.

"W-What now?" You asked, your voice quiet. You weren't sure if you were allowed to speak yet--but you were well spent and Joker was clearly in a better mood than when he found you.

"Now, doll, you stay there and I leave," He got off of you, leaving you whimpering as you missed the heat from him. He got back into his clothing, and grabbed grease paint out of his jacket. "Ya got a bathroom?"

"Right there," You pointed to a doorway, and he went inside. Coming out, he had a fresh layer of grease paint on, and nobody could tell what had transpired between the two of you. At least, just by looking at him.

He laughed at you one last time, taking a polaroid of you for later. He blew you a kiss before storming out of your apartment, leaving you naked, cold, and alone in your bedroom.

Shaking, you gathered yourself up after a few minutes, and made your way to your bathroom. You could feel the seed spilling out of you, drenching your thigh. You saw yourself in the mirror, Joker's initial on your neck, his name carved out along the lower side of your stomach. Marking him as yours, bonding you with him for the foreseeable future.

Part of you wished he'd never come back. That part of you was the sane one, the part of you that was logically and rightfully afraid of him. And, yet, a darker part of you wished he'd do that again soon, because god, he was the best fuck of your life.

Enjoy my writing? Please feel free to leave a like, comment, or reblog!

This is the first time writing for Joker, so apologies if it's not the best.

I might make a part two once Smutmas is over...

Part 2: ♡

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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Sinful Affairs

WARNINGS: Nat has a dick, reader and Nat aren't married but they have a baby, arguing, slight angst, guns/knives, violence, fingering (reader receiving), oral (Nat receiving), daddy kink, breeding kink, degradation, edging, choking, slapping/spanking kink (only a bit) jealousy, possessiveness , fluffy ish at the end

WORDS: 2,779

PAIRING: dark/toxic!mob boss!Nat x f!Reader

A/N: silly little me wanted to write this, i hope you guys have been doing well <3

There it was again, her. The woman you shared many nights with. The woman who couldn't be there for you and the child you had together. But you see her again. You felt your breath catch in your throat. Her red hair was pulled up into a braid. A little boy in her arms. “Natasha. W- what are you doing here? Why are you here?” her lips formed into a sly grin. “Why? Can't I visit my son and my girl?” You glared at her. Her girl? If you were hers, she wouldn't have left you time after time with that dumb little note every morning. ‘Sorry sweetheart, work issues. Had to leave, I'll be back.’ and every time you believed her. You had begged her to stay. To quit her job and live with you and the baby, it's not like she lacked the money for it. She knew you were upset. And that she was the cause of it. “Natasha please just leave.” she sent you a stern look and carefully put down the baby in his crib.

“And why should I listen to you?” she said as she leaned against the wall. “You don't have to. But I want you to.” she seemed unphased by your little comment. She was more humored that you didn't want her here. Or that you attempted to lie in order to get her to leave. “If you aren't going to stay, then there's no point in coming here. You're getting my hopes up, and Alex would know you well enough to remember. Remember that his other parent could care less about him and his mom.” she faked a look of pity as she backed you out of the nursery and into the bedroom.

“You don't realize that if I stay, you two would get hurt. Do you even know how many enemies I've made in my line of work? No. Exactly, so you can't be upset at me for something you don't know.” you scoffed, “oh, so you visiting makes it any less dangerous for us? Nat– you‐ God! I don't even know what I feel when I'm around you.” was that a confession, or were you still fighting? “Well, I'm being careful with my visit times. I don't show up whenever I want to.” so she chose to ignore that last part.

You couldn't tell if you were mad at her or if you wanted to risk it all for one more night with her. So you stayed silent as she brought up a finger under your chin to direct your face to hers. “Natasha– if you stayed here, you would be able to protect us. What if you don't come home for over a week and you show up to find us dead? Hm?” her grip on your face slightly tightened. How could you say something like that? “Detka.. I–” your gaze dances over her features. She accidentally let her insecurities slip, you could tell. Her brows softened, and her eyes were a bit glossed over.

“You what?” she slid her hand from your face and down to your neck. Her fingers hesitated before clasping around your neck and pushing you up against the wall. Her hold was tight but not yet unbearable. You felt your oxygen cut off at some point, making your head go all fuzzy. She was always violent but never over matters like this. When she noticed your hand around her wrist loosen, she stopped. Did she go too far? No. In her mind, she was always right. You gasped for air the second she let you go. “Y/N—” you coughed as you leaned your head against the door.

“D- don't you think you've done enough Nat?” you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. “... What if I marry someone else? Alex wouldn't mind a stepdad or step-mom. At least they'd be there for him—” that was it. She had enough of you by now. You winced as you felt her palm harshly hit your cheek, reddening the side of your face. “Don't you fucking say that you little slut. Alex is perfectly fine with the way things are.” you blinked back some unshed tears, “how do you know that? He's just a baby. He can't even talk yet! Did he tell you that he was okay with all of this? Did he?” she sighed as she shook her head.

You watched her slowly bring a hand up to her pocket and pull out a blade. “Natasha put that down.. fuck– put it down, Nat!” you shouted as you threw the pillows that sat on the bed at her. If anything, it angered her more. “Natasha stop! I- I can call 911. You've been wanted by the police for a few years, isn't that right?” she huffed as she threw you onto the bed with ease. “Please Tash stop!” you cried as you felt her cold touch underneath your shirt. “You aren't marrying anyone. If you do, it'll be me. You're mine. You hear that?” you had to give in. Or else she would've done something to you. “Mhm! I'm yours. I'm all yours! Please Nat stop.” you held your breath as you felt the tip of the knife gently hit your skin.

She's not going to kill you. Right? She has hurt you before, but you doubt that she'd kill you. Or maybe she would. A shaky gasp escaped your mouth when you sensed the head of a gun underneath your chin. It can't be loaded. Can it? You whimper as she harshly tugged on your hair and pressed the gun harder against your skin. “Natasha! Nat.. please t–that's empty, right?” her lips grew into a slight smirk as she lowered the gun and pulled the trigger, aiming for the wall. You felt your blood go cold, it was loaded. She was going to kill you, wasn't she? That's what she wanted you to think. The second you heard the shot, your body slightly jumped. The knife that she held against your stomach lightly touched your skin.

“Natasha please. Let me go. I won't marry anyone, okay? Nat, we have a son– you aren't home half of the time! I have to take care of him. Please, Natasha.” you were thankful she put the gun away, but she still had the knife pressed against your body. “Thank you. I'm sorry, I- I shouldn't have said I'd marry someone else. I'm sorry Natasha—” “turn around.” you look up at her with a confused look, “what?” without letting you process any of what she said, Natasha grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over. You heard the knife clatter on the floor as she threw it onto the ground. You lay flat on your stomach on the bed. “God, you're so fucking annoying.” she quickly slid your pants off, leaving your legs exposed. “Natasha..” you stopped yourself from complaining. She was already upset, you didn't want to upset her more.

You felt her palm roughly hit your ass, causing you to slightly wince. “Count for me, kotenok.” she whispered as she sent another smack to your skin, “o-one.” she grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your face off the mattress. “Recount for daddy sweetheart.” you nodded as her hand hit your ass once more, “one.. t-thank you daddy.”

She traced the hem of your panties, chuckling slightly when her finger came in contact with damp fabric. “You got all worked up over that?” you didn't answer her. She slid her fingers against your inner thighs, relentlessly teasing your sensitive areas. “N-Natasha I..” she tore off your panties and tossed them on the floor. Your words get cut short with a muffled moan as she rubbed her fingers through your slippery folds, slamming your face against the mattress. “mmnh..” her touch felt like fire on skin, burning you up. “Tell me.. do you want daddy to fuck you?” you felt her press her fingers on your slit, gathering your slick and spreading it all over your cunt. “Nata– daddy please.” you didn't know if you were begging her to stop or to keep going.

“Get up.” you bit back a whimper and sat up on the bed. You watched patiently as her hands went to discard her jeans and boxers. Your eyes go straight to look at her thick, hardened dick. “Well?” you turn your gaze away from her. “Are you that dumb?” she sighed as she gripped onto your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. She pulled your face closer to her length and shoved a few inches inside your mouth. “mmph—” she buried her hand into your hair and pushed further into your mouth. “Be a good little bitch and suck.” you rolled your eyes and flattened your tongue along the veins of her cock.

She guided your head around her dick, shoving it deeper into your mouth. You slightly gagged as her tip hit the back of your throat. “Take it all in, baby girl.” her breath labored as your tongue teases and sucks her length. “Fuck..” her grip on your hair tightened as you sucked her cock vigorously, drool dripping down from your chin.

You didn't want this. She didn't care for you, but it felt so natural like it was meant to be. Like you were meant to be hers. But she wasn't yours, was she? She was yours too. You just didn't know. She didn't want you to know.

Your head bobbed up and down rapidly as her dick popped in and out of your mouth. “oh God!” her head threw back as you sucked harder on her girthy length, sinking it deeper and deeper into your mouth. It was then that she thrust her hips forward and her tip pushed back into your throat, causing you to gasp for air as you choked on her length and tears to spill from your eyes. “mmnph!” she didn't stop fucking your throat, her hand buried into your hair as she forced her cock deep into your mouth. “Fuck– I'm gonna cum in that slutty little mouth of yours. Take it.” you hear her say, and you felt two ropes of thick cum release into your mouth.

She pulled her length out of your mouth and brought her hand down to her dick and began pumping. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.” you could tell from her voice that she was close, you closed your eyes shut as her cum sputtered all over your face. “Shit..” she moaned softly as she came on your face. She lowered her hand down to grip your face, “daddy's sorry for having to ruin such a..” she examined your fucked out face, her cum and your saliva dribbling down the corners of your lips, tears rolling down your blushed cheeks. “..pretty little face.” she chuckled as she tapped her palm against your warm cheek.

“Get on the bed.” you complied and got up with shaky legs and laid on the bed. Natasha walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled your legs around hers. “What do you want daddy to do kotenok?” you were about to respond, but then she slipped her hand in between your thighs, making you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper. “Daddy please.” she raised her brow up and slid her thumb against your glistening slit. A cocky smirk played on her lips as she watched your hole twitch, and your body squirm underneath her. You let out a sigh of relief as she inserted 2 fingers inside of your pussy. She quickly pumped her digits in and out of your tight cunt, stretching your walls out for her cock. “Daddy– oh my God, I'm so close!” she pulled her fingers out of your cunt, “whores like you don't get to cum this soon.” you whined as you felt her leave you empty.

She grabbed the knife and swiftly sliced off your blouse, along with your bra, leaving your chest and stomach uncovered. “Natasha put that down. Please, please, I'll do anything.” you chanted pleas and begged her to drop the knife as she gently stroked your bare skin with the metal of the knife. “Nat..” you whimpered in fear as she poked your stomach lightly with the tip of the blade. She sighed as she threw the knife onto the floor.

“Shut up.” she muttered as she roughly held onto your hips and pushed a few inches of her length inside of your aching cunt. “oh daddy fuck!” she rocked your hips back and forth whilst she shoved deeper into you, sliding inside inch by inch. “How are you still so– fucking tight after all of that?” she grunted as she struggled to fit her cock entirely into you. “mm! You're so big daddy..” she thrusted deeper inside of you, earning a moan from your mouth as it hit your sweet spot. “oh fuck– right there daddy! You feel so good inside of me..” you hesitantly grip onto her muscular shoulders as you cry for more. She leaned down to press her lips against yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss. “You drive me crazy detka..” she mumbles breathlessly against your lips. You moan into the kiss as she thrusts deeper inside of you. “nmh.. Natty!” you gasp softly as she snapped her hips upwards.

“Are you close?” she grunted as she fucked harder into you. “..y-yes.” you were surprised that you were able to respond as your nails dug deep into her skin, leaving crescent shaped marks. “Beg. Tell me why you deserve to cum.” you mentally scoffed at her, “daddy please. Please I need to so badly.. please- please- please!” she snickered at your desperation. “Fine. Do it now it you won't get to cum later.” she said as she continued pounding away at you. You scream in pleasurement as you came all over her cock, your thighs trembling as your nails scratching at her back and shoulders, hard enough to draw blood.

She continued her movements on your cunt as she rolled her hips against yours, “ngh– daddy stop..” you muttered, all out of breath. “oh.. sweetheart, I'm not stopping till I finish inside of you.” she seemed unbothered by your whines and complains, her strong hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you from moving away. “N-Natasha please.” despite your attempts of getting her to stop, the whorish moans never stopped leaving your mouth. You clawed at her back as her tip pushed up to your cervix, “Gonna cum inside you baby.. fill you all up.” she groaned when she felt your spongey walls clench around her cock. She slightly smiled as she leaned down to pepper light, feathery kisses all over your stomach. “mhm..” you were at the point where you couldn't speak properly, everything seemed like a blur, all your words came out incoherently.

Her breaths became more strained and heavy as she fucked vigorously into you, “tell.. tell me you want me to cum inside you.” she breathed out, clear sweat glistened on her forehead. “I wan’ you to.. ” your mind hazy as you barely finished speaking. “You too tired to speak detka?” she chuckled, “no– Nat cum inside me.. please.” her lips curled into a small smile. “Whatever you say moya lyubov.” she said as she came deep inside of your cunt, painting your velvety walls white. “Fucking hell..” she panted as she laid against your limp body. “Natasha pull out.. ’m too sensitive.” she placed her lips over yours, softly kissing your plump lips. “Okay..” she whispered against your mouth as she slowly pulled out.

“Natasha..” you mumbled out her name, “yeah?” you weakly grasped her hand. “Stay.” her gaze softened as she lightly squeezed your hand. “Detka you know I can't.” tears pricked your eyes, “stay. Natasha, please.” you could hear your voice cracking as you spoke. “Please.. darling, I need you home. We need you home.” she wasn't going to stay. She'd leave like always. Right? She wouldn't listen to you. The thoughts spun in your head, “okay. Just this once.” your hand fell from hers. She was going to stay. “I can't let them find you two.” you furrowed your brows, “who?” she smiled and kissed your forehead. “Nothing. Go to sleep baby.” she dodged your question, but you were too tired to argue with her.

“Lay with me?” she nodded and lies down next to you. Snuggling her chin in the crook of your neck, “I love you.” she said as she pecked your cheek. A smile appeared on your lips when you felt a squeeze at your waist. “I love you too.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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You've lost Privileges

Buggy X GNReader

Funny + Spicy-ish Fic!

This was random at like 2am so sorry if it's weird!! Enjoy my Darlings!

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He was doing it on Purpose- you fucking knew he was... Buggy the Asshole of a Clown, one you shared a room with and had been dating for clearly too damn long-! There He was seated on his chair man spread for the whole world to see as he openly flirted with some members of his Crew.

The motherfucker had been doing this for 3 days, ever since you refused sex from him. Not being in the mood and admittedly being a bit rude about it since you were irritated about something else entirely- he had made it his mission to be a pain in your side since.

Openly flirting with crew mates, seemingly appearing naked in random spots. Wearing the scents he knew you liked, the shirts that showed off his arms and more. He was doing everything in his power to have you come back begging for his touch like the demon he was!-

Standing up angrily you March away, any crew near by deciding to move quickly out of your way as you marched. Buggy frowning deeply at this as he pushed off a crewmate who was a bit too close to actually touching him before getting up and going elsewhere, a grin on his lips.

You trained for a bit, Angrily throwing Axes at the large wooden boards for a few hours to blow off steam. Sometimes thinking of if it was Buggy instead.

You knew you were sexually frustrated, it had only been 3 days bit typically you guys were incredibly active! That and you knew if you went to him for sex he would just tease you and be a complete jackass about it- You couldn't let him win, especially with something like this.

After exhausting yourself well with throwing Axes you made you way back to the room you shared with Buggy and opened it, getting a little jump from the sight.

Walking into the bedroom you saw Buggy there, pantless and clearly taking some enjoyment of some open self pleasure while lounding on the bed.

"Ah (Y/N)! My lovely partner who decided they didn't want sex with me!"

"Buggy I told you I was just tired! You're the one who is being a dramatic baby about it!" You argue back and glare at your Bohfriend jerking off nonchalantly on the bed while trying to argue with you.

"Tired this and Tired that! You know I can just get my dick wet with someone else! Someone who will appreciate a higher sex drive! Maybe one of those contortionist! Or one of the muscles men!" He yelled, this set you off. You felt your chest bubble in anger, maybe it was the lack of sex him just jerking off infront of you or him being a total ass these last 3 days but you snapped.

"That's it!" You yell, Grabbing one of the knives from the desk in a flash and before buggy could register what was happening you sliced his dick Clean off and grabbed it. His balls just hanging there as he jumped up in total shock.

"W-Wait I need that (Y/N)!! You can't just take my cock away!" He yelled, still pantless as he stood there pointing at you with a deep blush on his cheeks.

"Well until you can stop acting like a dick, You won't have one Pretty Boy~ You've lost your Dick Privileges!" You yelled, Placing the organ in your coat pocket and made sure to keep a steady hand on it as you marched out the room. Ignoring the yells of a very flustered and pissed off Buggy behind you.

"(Y/N)!!! BRING MY COCK BACK!! MY COCK!!!"

AUTHOR NOTE: XDDD IM SORRY

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy the clown x reader #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #No Dong #Lost Dick Privilege

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What would Vash, Wolfwood, and Knives do about sick reader? Like reader knew they had been getting sick for a few days but saying stuff like "I sneezed from the dusty sand" or "I choked on my spit. I wasn't coughing. " they keep coming up with stuff to say till they have a fever and collapse.

YES. MORE FOR KNIVES. I actually really enjoy writing for knives. He's such a complicated character to get right because he hates humans and more often than not the reader is portrayed as human. His feelings are so contradictory but I love it.

You're Only Human (After all)

SUMMARY: Vash, Wolfwood, and Naï, find out that you've been hiding a sickness from them. The outcome feels like a nightmare come true.

NOTES: Vash and knives parts are very long. There's a shit ton of angst but there's also hurt/comfort. I'd say it took me 16 hrs total from start to finish and that's partially because a huge part of Kives original part got deleted and yeah... I couldn't remember some of it. Enjoy tho lol.

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Vash

Setting up camp for the night was no easy task, getting up to gather what everyone needs to sleep comfortably while helping Meryl set up her own tent. Yours always comes last and before you can even finish Roberto is asking you to help him cook. You never stop working and seize every opportunity to stay on your feet, the restlessness that comes with stagnancy kills you. Through constantly throwing yourself into work is painful and tiring, it's been even more so than usual.

"Hey kid. Come and help with this roast."

You ignore Roberto's request, too tired to even think straight much less give a coherent thought, only curling further into the backseat of the truck. In the back of your throat has settled an itch, one that's not quite there but prominent enough to make you force down a cough. It bubbles up suddenly, making you gasp for air in-between coughs. Your throat burns in pain and tenses as it stops.

Soft foot steps pad up to the open door. Meryl peeks in at you with worry before she fixes herself right. "Uh... Sorry if I'm bothering you but could you help me with my tent again?" She clasps her hands together, eagerly waiting for your answer.

Nick watches from the outside of his own tent, gazing at your still form while his hands blindly settle the cross firmly into the sand. He doesn't decide to speak until Meryl extends a hand to tap you. "I'll do it." He offers.

Meryl turns to look at him with a disgruntled smile. "Thanks?" He scoffs. "Yup. Don't mention it. And close the door while you're at it."

Meryl looks at your limp form, not wanting to close any limbs in the door she checks just to be sure before she carefully closes the door. Just before walking away she takes one last peek inside to see if she disturbed you but you haven't moved an inch. Taking a deep breath she turns to stand beside Nick while he puts her tent together.

The night carried on and with it came Vash. To everyone else the night went on as usual but to Vash, a part of him was missing. When he looked for your tent he was sad to find that it hadn't been set up at all. This only worried the blonde further. His stomach would churn with unease the further he looked around. There was no sign on you anywhere. Just as he was about to peek around the truck, a soft finger tapped his shoulder. He turned to find Meryl gazing up at him.

"If you're looking for them..." She points to the truck. "They've been there all evening."

Hia gaze follows her pointed finger to the backseat of the truck. Offering her thanks, he rushes over to the truck and pulls open the door. You lay curled up on the farthest side away from him, your face hidden and tucked away in your arms. Face softening, Vash climbs into the empty space by your feel and closes the door behind him, ensuring privacy.

"Mayfly?" He leans over curiously, his hand slipping under your chin to lift your face into view. You grimace, your head swimming in agony and dizziness. "Are you okay?" His cries crease in concern.

Lazily, you lift a hand to swat him away. Setting your head back on your arms he lifts the back of his hand to your forehead. "You feel hot. Maybe you should get out of the car. Get some fresh air." His hand brushes over your head in a soothing manner.

"I'm fine." He smiles at your half-hearted grumble.

"If you say so..." Swiftly grabbing your shoulder, Vash scoops you up into his arms with ease and scoots to press his back to the door. He spreads his legs and leans back just enough for you to lay comfortably on his chest. You're just lethargic enough that you flop against him, no resistance whatsoever.

He stayed with you until the morning, upset when he kept waking up to you practicing choking in your sleep. Every time he raises a hand to your forehead it burns his skin. You were certainly running a fever of some kind or at the very least sick, he's never seen you so lethargic before. You've always stayed on your feet, working yourself to the brink, till' your legs won't carry you anymore. This might just be one of those spells but you never left the truck. Even when he got out to help everyone pack up you didn't move.

When everyone gathered inside the truck, you didn't move, allowing yourself to get shoved around to make room for Wolfwood and Vash. As Vash climbed in, he scowled at the priest who shoved you about as if you were some object he could just discard. Gently scooping you far enough to slide in. he laid you back down in his lap and held you close, allowing you to get some rather comfortable rest. Hours later, you woke up in a daze. The heat consuming you from head to toe is unbearable, breathing comes harshly.

You can see legs moving through the sand below you as you wake up but very quickly realize they're not yours. You begin to feel hands under each of your knees and your body pressed against another. Below you, Vash's coat flaps into view, the edges of it tugging about with each step.

You groan, dizzy from the heat and disoriented. Your head is reeling about, begging to go back to sleep and crying at the same time. Every part of you aches and your throat feels like it's been grated like fine cheese.

"You're awake!" Vash turns his head to look at you nuzzled into his shoulder. Swallowing harshly, you lift your head to glance at him. "Where are we?"

You cringe at the sound of your own voice, sounding like a decrepit frog that smokes cigarettes. It feels like you haven't drank in forever and your stomach rumbles angrily. Suddenly Vash jumps to keep you up on his back, you whine at the sudden jolt and dig your hands into the chest of his shirt. He grimaces at your painful response.

"You okay?" Forcing yourself to right yourself, you begin to wriggle in his hold. "M' fine. Put me down."

Vash's brows creased with worry. "Are you sure? You've-"

Pushing from his hold you fall into the scorching sands. Hissing in pain, you jump to your feet jostling your brain into a wave of vertigo. Your hand shoots out to find purchase while your vision grows dark. Tingles flood your body as a low dull pain pulses in your head. Two arms scoop you up into security, keeping you from falling back into the hot sands. "Whoa!"

Vash steadies you as you lean against him limply for help. "Slow down. You're not well." His hands move to your shoulders. A long drawn out couch slips from your lips. You shake away from his hole to walk towards the group, they're way ahead of you occasionally glancing back to stop and wait. "I'm fine."

You trudge forward at your own discretion and Vash follows closely behind. "Let me carry you Mayfly." A hand comes to rest at the small of your back. Beneath you, your legs shake horribly, threatening to lose your balance. It's hard just to push forward in the sand without wincing from the sore ache that settles into your bones. "I'll be fine, Vash."

The desert becomes distant, a cold covering your whole body like ice. "I'm..." The sky began to darken, blotting out the light from the suns and the sand beneath you.

"oh!" Slipping forward, Vash stretches an arm over your chest to stop your falling body from collapsing in the sand. The over exertion is obvious and your body makes it hard to deny. Vash can see it clearly, the bleary look in your eyes as he scoops your bridal style in his arms. Gazing down at you with an unreadable expression, he shakes his head. "How long has this been going on?"

You roll your head into his chest, shielding your eyes from the suns. Breathing in to speak you choke out a cough, you can hardly catch a breath in-between. When you finish, your head falls back softly. "A few weeks ago." You mumble weakly.

A frown settles upon his lips as he looks ahead at the horizon, the glare on his shades stops you from seeing his eyes. Those are always a dead give away for how he's feeling. Those shades work wonders for him.

Taking a shaky breath, you relax in Vash's arms. "Don't worry. I'll take you to a doctor. You should rest until then."

You shake your head. "Won't you get tired of carrying me?"

He looks back down at you smiling softly. The smile reaches up to his eyes, softening his gaze and wrinkling the corners of his eyes. "I will. It's okay, I'm supposed to take care of you Mayfly. Just rest." His voice is so soft he's almost whispering. It makes a heat swirl in your chest as you close your eyes.

"I'm sorry Vash."

He chuckles. "It's alright my love."

Wolfwood

Sweat beads along your forehead as you follow the giant wandering cross in front of you. Your wavering pace slows you down even more the longer you push forward. It's so far away now. When was the last time you even had water? God, you can't remember. Trudging through the sands makes the ache in your already sore leg grow worse, you can barely lift your feet from the ground.

Breathing is a labor, it burns your lungs with each breath you take, the longer you go without calling for Nick's help the more dire this starts to become. The dull ache in your head is pounding with the intensity of the suns and your body grows weaker. You regret lying to Nick before he ran out of gas, you knew them you should have said something but the situation was bad enough. You thought saying something then would only cause more worry to settle in Nick's mind and you didn't want to burden him.

Suddenly, searing hot pain blossoms on your exposed skin and sand hugs your body as it lands. Your mind is foggy and blank, you watch Nick grow smaller in the distance not even bothering to look back at you. You rasp his name but your throat doesn't allow you to call any louder than a simple talking tone. After traveling with Nick everywhere, you never thought it would end like this, laying in the sand pathetically sick because of your irrational fear and Inability to ask for help.

Suddenly, in the distance. The space between you and Nick closes in. He runs towards you, tossing the cross all about on his back. Distantly you can hear him call your name for the first time ever, he's only ever called you by silly nicknames. You don't give much care to mutter a response and sink into the sand.

Panic squeezes in Nick's chest and he drops his cross beside him to tend to you. Grabbing your shoulders he turns you over and sits you up in his lap. "C'mon. Don't fall asleep." He begs.

You cough up a laugh. The concern in his face grows even more severe with your seeming obliviousness to the situation. "I'm fine..." You want to shrug him off so bad but even moving feels like hell.

Heart pounding in his chest, Nick swallows harshly "You haven't been fine since we got stranded, have you?" The back of his hand feels freezing as he presses it to your forehead. You grimace with discomfort and whine. "I'm not stupid." Carefully, he stands with you in his arms.

As he turns to walk away you spot his cross on the ground. "Your cross..." Nick acknowledges it with a hum. His face is stern, pointedly staring straight again with his lips pressed into a thin line. "I'll get it back later. You need medical attention first."

You smile. "So you're saying you care?"

His grip on you begins to tighten. *Of course I do! Don't fucking scare me like that again." He growls.

"Sure." Sleep tugs your eyes closed, pulling at your weight the less conscious you become. Nick glares down at you, squeezing you tighter against him. He feels your body grow limp in his arms, heart dropping to his stomach.

"What did I say? Don't fall asleep." You're jostled awake with a groan. "Just let me sleep. Please."

"And if you don't wake up again?" He's become eerily nonchalant. "What then?" The edge in his voice shakes with worry, tracing the thoughts of what might unfold after your death. His chest aches at the thought of losing you and he won't say it but he's scared of losing you. "It'll kill me..."

Nick will never admit it but you do more for him then he lets on. Your company alone could last him a lifetime, your smile, it could make him happy forever. Everything about you fixes everything bad about him and he's not ready to give that up. Especially not over some silly illness. Hearing his words and understanding what he means, you coo quietly and rest your hand over his heart. Your touch quells his fraying nerves.

"I drag you down Nico." Your heart weighs heavy in your chest. "It might be better if you leave me behind."

Stomach clenching wearily, Nick grunts. "No." Venoms laces his tongue. "You idiot. I love you too much to do that." You gaze at him in surprise. "Don't look at me like that. I said what I said. You should just be quiet and conserve your energy."

Hesitant, you gaze at him for a few moments longer before letting your head rest carefully against his chest. "I'll get you help. Just hang in there."

Millions Knives

Sitting beside Naï, he plays the piano. Quietly, you watch his fingers dance over the keys as they belt out a dramatic yet familiar melody. It strikes the soul as misunderstood, you know it well. Many times has Naï played this song in your presence. You've heard everything he plays, as his words command you stay by his side under his watchful eye. Many of his followers take this as a sign of mistrust, a show that the human race will never take his attention. Naï has said to you before: "Hear me and believe my word. My trust in you is not misguided, I only wish to protect you from those who wish to harm you."

Despite hating humans, Naï knows his fair share about the ways they operate. He understands the delicacy of your body and handles it with immense measure and meticulous care. He keeps you near to prevent his followers from making a move to take your life. For him, he even strives to understand more about you, to protect you. His care for you and your well-being runs deep, although Naï doesn't quite understand why it's you he's so careful about, he understands that you make him feel something.

Naï, even in his own strange way, shows that he cares for you. He appreciates the company you keep him and he's not foreign with thanking you. Just the same your appreciation runs deep, he offers you friendship, safety, food, and a place to lay your head at night. Above all else, his friendship and company you find the most rewarding, to know so much about him is to see under his facade. Knowing that underneath all of those sharp blades, a gentle, and caring man resides. Only sparing himself to his closet confidants.

Beautifully, the keys fade into an epilogue, an ending to the story it once opened with. You find that as you watch with a smile your lungs begin to burn. A cough tries to bubble its way past your lips, it takes your breath away and chokes you on the way out. Turning away to cover your mouth, you find it hard to catch your breath and tears blur your vision. The melody that had once carried through the room now falls silent in the stead of your sputtering.

Worry tingles in Naï's chest as you gasp for air beside him, he's unsure of what to do or what this is. His knowledge might be expansive but he still has so much to learn, about sickness, potential threats, the many causes of death. His lack of awareness makes his heart quell with concern and his mind reel is fear.

"Are you alright?" His voice carries through the harmonious room. Tentatively his hand hovers over your back.

You wipe the tears from your eyes to see his angelic face clearly. "It's okay Naï, just choked on my spit."

Cautiously, he looks you over with care checking for abnormalities along your external appearance. Your eyes are dark and lightly sunken, despite noticing this fast Naï goes along with your word and nods in earnest. You feel scrutinized under his gaze, like he's judging every part of you without ever saying a word.

"Choked?" He queries. "Is this choking, dangerous?" His brows crease with worry.

"Well..." Recalling gasping for air, the onslaught of coughing as it keeps you from breathing in deep enough to catch your breath makes you choose your next words with ease. "Yes. It can be, depending on the circumstances. But it can also be prevented"

Intensely focused, Naï nods. "How can this be prevented?" His absolute attention is always divulged onto you anytime you talk, it's endearing, the way he listens to every detail. Nothing you've said has ever been forgotten by him, he remembers everything, making it a point to bring it up when useful later on. It tells you that he cares about what you have to say, knowing that makes your heart soar.

"Drinking a glass of water, or anything of likeness, then there's the heimlich. You should ask Con'rad about that if you want to understand it." Although many of the things that Naï knows about humans have been acquired through you, there are many things you can't find the energy to explain. Best someone else with more knowledge explains it to avoid any confusion.

"I'll go visit him then." Naï stands. "Come. I'll escort you to the room." Gently, you hold his outstretched hand, letting it guide you to your feet. He holds it gingerly as he pulls you alongside him. His hand is soft and warm, inhumanely so, you find comfort in his warmth.

The more time chugs along the more you begin to realize you've fallen I'll, coughing spells out of nowhere, extreme fatigue, loss of appetite. The coughing grows worse with intensity, burning your sore throat, your body wastes energy faster, and waking up in the morning becomes a difficult task. For longer times you would lay in bed seeking the comfort of your companion, Naï, despite hiding your growing illness from him. He's buying into what you told him, though it won't last for very long. If he's really that worried he'll seek the knowledge of Con'rad once again.

He knows your habits even down to the smallest details, including your sleep schedule. Though sleep is the only time he lets you spend alone, that's only in his room, the only ones allowed inside are you and him. As far as his knowledge goes, since you last went in about a day ago, no one has bothered to enter. Not even Naï himself would go to see you. He figured you only needed a little alone time before you might come out again to grace him with your company. The time rolled around for you to come out but the door never opened, Naï waited in anticipation, trying to stace off the minutes to spare you time.

The paranoia got to him before you could.

The whole time you've been inside he's only let the door out of his sight once, for only a short amount of time. Very few people would dare enter knowing what punishment would await them if he ever found out but just the thought of someone going in and hurting you... It makes his blood boil. He paces just outside with worry and frustration beginning to build just beneath the surface. He has to know you're okay, he has to hear you speak... No. No, he needs something more... He has to see you physically. Otherwise, he might just lose his mind wondering what awaits him inside.

Eager to finally see your face again, to hear your voice and feel your touch, he pushes the door open. Eyes scouring the darkness for your form he finally spots you laying still beneath the covers of his bed, you make no sound as the door closes and you stay still even as he says your name. In his chest, his heart begins to pound wildly, sending the rest of his body into a frenzy of feelings.

He rushes to the bedside, a singular blade extending to turn the lights on. The darkness cowers away at the flick of a switch and your form is revealed amongst his mattress. Almost stripped bare of your clothes you lay unmoving, almost as if the life from inside you has been drained. Chest straining, Naï climbs over top of your body lowering his head to your chest, your skin feels cold against his ear as he listens for a heartbeat.

Just underneath your delicate skin beats the rhythm of your life, it beats on even as you lay utterly still. Naï can feel his shoulders relax, the sound of your heart telling him that you're indeed still alive, but as he pulls away to further examine you he knows something's not quite right. it makes his stomach churn with unease. Your skin tone seems off, like something's not quite the same as it was before.

As softly as he can, Naï shakes your body. After the first movement he expects you to come to life with a groan but you don't move. If your heart is still beating, why won't you wake up?

"My flower, wake up. You've slept long enough. I need your company by my side." He shakes you harder this time. "Petal, wake up. I demand it." He tries to sound like he normally does when addressing everyone else but he can't seem to find it in himself to truly yell at you, to demand something of you. Especially not when you're stripped of your freedom at this moment.

Naï's throat tightens, his brows creasing with worry and fear. He's so confused, you usually wake up when he calls for you but now he's got nothing. It scares him, knowing just how fragile you really are, it aside now that he rushes you to Con'rad.

Before he parts to the lab, he envelopes your exposed body in his cloak and carries you in his arms. Nothing like this takes more than the blink of an eye, Con'rad barely even has time to process his master's sudden appearance. Everything is thrust at him at once, the fear and confusion that riddles Naï's face when he presents you to Con'rad, how he begs for him to find out what's wrong, to fix you.

Con'rad frowns at your unconscious body as he takes you from his master's arms. "Careful! Don't hurt them." Naï warns.

Con'rad can only cast him a glance before he sets you down on a table, he collects his supplies needed to check you over and watches as Naï retracts the cloak that is wrapped so tightly around your body.

To plants, a decade is only supposed to feel like a day. So why did Naï feel like it had already been years when it was only minutes. He stared at you intently, waiting for you to wake up, willing you to do something. But you didn't move at all. Naï was anxious from tip to bottom, so to quell his nerves Con'rad began explaining things to him.

"Like we discussed, humans are susceptible to many things, illness being one of them. Should a person go an extended amount of time without medication or medical attention, it can cause death. This happens to be the case with your friend. You're lucky you found them when you did Knives. I can still run this IV to get the right fluids in check. After, you can take them back to your room, the IV has to stay in until it's empty though." He eyes the bleach blond from the corner of his eyes as he tapes the IV to your arm. "Again. You're lucky. They should recover soon. But they'll need plenty of rest."

Naï steps away from the wall he had leaned on, the blades slither out from behind his back and circle you carefully until they meld into his cloak once more. Content, he carefully picks you from the table with ease, using another metal appendage to grasp the IV bag.

"Thank you." Naï bows his head to Con'rad in thanks. Before he can reply Naï is gone again just as fast as he appeared.

Returning back to the privacy of his room, Naï gently sets you at the edge of the bed where he could rest the IV bag beside you. Leaving you swaddled in his cloak, Naï climbs up the bed behind you. For a moment he's hesitant to touch you, like it's the wrong thing to do but he pushes forward. Softly laying an arm over your waist, he pulls you flush against him, his face tucked into the back of your neck. He would lay here until you woke, until then, Naï would relish in the feeling of your body against his and find comfort in your presence by his side.

He might lecture you when you wake up, or inspect you thoroughly for any other sickness, but he also might enjoy your waking company for a moment before he does anything else.

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