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fanficsat12am · 5 months

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when the brothers realize how much MC loves them I Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus

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Lucifer & Mammon

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Leviathan

Putting himself down was second nature to him at this point—sometimes he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It especially got even worse after getting into a relationship with you. His mind refused to believe that anyone could ever love someone like him.

Levi dreaded the day you’d finally see what he sees and ultimately decide to leave, but he wouldn't hold it against you. Why would you settle for someone like him when there were countless others in the three realms who could give you so much more…

“Hey, you okay?” you asked worriedly, noticing his glazed look and how his eyes had dimmed. “O-of course I’m fine! Pft, why would I be lol,” he stumbles out, trying to keep up his facade—but of course, you saw through it.

As he tries to get back to his game he can feel your eyes piercing him.

“I’m going to ask you how you are one more time and I would like you to answer me honestly,” gently taking the controller in his hands from him and placing it aside. “Now tell me, what’s up?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, the words not too foreign to his tongue.

“If this is about last week I've already told yo-” “Ugh, that’s not what I meant…” he cuts you off, trying to find the right words.

“I-it’s just…you could have had ANYBODY else, but instead you’re stuck with me. I can’t 1v1 Beel's body, Diavolo’s money, Asmo’s looks- heck even stupid Mammon’s got charm! I'm just Levi, the plain old third-born…” he bites his lip, trying to keep his tears at bay. His efforts proved futile as he felt its warm trickle slowly dripping down his face, one after the other.

A part of him wanted to take back everything he just said—to restart and pick a different approach. But this wasn’t another one of his games. This was real life, and in here you've only got one shot. It was game over, he knew he had lost.

He shut his eyes tight, listening closely for the sound of you finally walking out those doors. He couldn't bear to watch you leave him.

You shake your head at the absurdity of his words, cupping his face into your hand. “I’m not stuck with you, silly. I choose to be here.”

Opening his eyes back again he's met with you smiling at him, the sight making his heart skip a beat.

“I’m here because I can’t get enough of you. I love how your cheeks would go red when I catch you staring at me,” you say, leaning closer and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“How your brows would furrow and your eyes would squint whenever you’re focused on your game,” sending a kiss by the bridge of his nose.

You gently grab his wrist and fumble on the soft skin of his palms with the pads of your thumb. “How you’d start gesturing with your hands a lot when you talk about the latest anime you’re into,” you reminisce, another kiss now to the back of his hand.

“How right before you fall asleep, you hold me closer and whisper to the dead of the night how much you love me,” you say as you end it with a tender kiss to his lips.

“And each day I find myself falling for you even more. They could try to give me the whole world, but they’ll never be you. So please, stop thinking you need to earn my affection because you don't. Not now and not ever.”

You lift his face up to meet your gaze, looking at him as if you see right through him. “There is nothing I would change about you. You are perfect in my eyes.”

He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He was left speechless, his mind going haywire with everything you had just said.

Seeing how his brain had completely stopped working, he let his body do all the talking instead. He wordlessly wrapped you in a tight embrace, cherishing the warmth of your body against his.

The bitter taste of the sin he was meant to represent felt absent. Levi sensed no need to be envious of others when he had someone like you to call his.

Satan

Not once had he let himself think that he could indulge himself in something such as love—for wrath did not deserve the peace of love. While love held everything together in its warm embrace, wrath tirelessly tore with its cold unforgiving hands.

Despite their differences, there was no denying that both were blind. Just like a moth, you were entranced by the beautiful embers of his flame, blissfully indifferent to the heat.

He stared at his reflection with disdain. The obsidian black horns adorning his head felt heavier the longer he looked, not to mention the tail that whipped mindlessly on its own. He gritted his teeth in disgust, delivering a blow to the mirror that sent it hurdling to the ground. Through his ragged breaths and the rapid beating of his heart, he hears a voice not of his own.

"Satan?" you called, breaking him from his trance-like state. You softly closed his door behind you, hands outstretched and unsteady.

With each step you took, he took two back—his mind screaming at him to stay away from you but his heart yearning to leap into your hold.

"Hey, it's okay," you reassured, taking a step towards him.

"No it's not!" he screams, backing away from your approaching form.

Hearing the crunch of glass under the weight of his shoes, he takes notice of the mirror he broke just moments ago. Reflected on its cracked surface was a distorted image of him; a monster.

"Please, let me help," you pleaded, trying to close the gap between you. He hastily steps back, tripping on his own feet and leaving him a heap on the floor.

"Don't come any closer!" he screams, the room shaking with the sheer volume of his voice. You kneel to his level, quickly engulfing him in your arms.

‘Run. He doesn't deserve you. Just stay away.’ He repeated in his head like a silent prayer, hoping that by some miracle it would come true.

But as he felt you hold him tighter, he knew you would do nothing of the sort. As he trembled in your arms, he wills himself to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since the day you'd started dating.

"Why?" he whispered softly, almost inaudible if not for the heavy silence of the night. "I could lose control. Why do you insist on staying? To even consider feeling anything for a monster such as myself is just…foolish."

You think about your answer carefully, knowing that what you say next will mend or break the man in your hold. "Loving someone takes courage. To trust someone with your heart and believe they would keep it safe. Keep you safe. Let the three realms call me foolish but there's no doubt in my mind that I love you, Satan. Not the Avatar of Wrath, you Satan,'' you answer truthfully, pouring every ounce of your heart into each word.

Gently taking hold of his chin, you tilt his head up to meet your eyes. "Tell me now Satan, will you hurt me?" you ask, the demon shaking his head immediately. He wouldn't dream of ever wishing to cause harm to you. He would die first before anybody, let alone himself, hurt you.

"Then it is not foolish of me to love you" you say, your words unfaltering.

Tears welled in his eyes, accepting defeat at the hands of your love and melting deeper into your embrace. As he lays on your chest, he turns to face where your heart would be and whispers an oath. "I love you, MC. I shall protect you with my life" he vows, sealing his promise with a kiss.

Asmodeus

As the Avatar of Lust and the Jewel of the Heavens, he was always the talk of the town. You, on the other hand, weren’t too familiar with the gossip world. Although you knew that was going to change once you officially became a couple.

You took no mind to it, brushing them off with a small wave knowing that the wrong move could only add more oil to their flame. But Asmo wasn’t like you. He could feel all the looks they gave him, the incessant whispers and murmurs whenever he’d turn his back.

He typically had no care for whatever lies people have heard about him. The same could not be said though when they had the audacity to include you into the mix. It was slowly chewing away at him and he couldn’t deny the pit of doubt slowly churning inside him.

“I saw MC out with one of the brothers last week. They’ve been getting closer recently. I wonder what happened between them"

"I saw them leaving school with Simeon yesterday, I’m surprised that’d cheat on Asmo with someone like him”

”They’ve got the most powerful people of the Devildom wrapped around their finger and they’re still with Asmo? Damn”

The final blow was realizing that everything was better without him in the picture. Your smile wasn't just bright, it was brighter, you weren't just happy, you were happier.

He slams his door shut, sliding down the wooden surface as he feels his legs give underneath him.

‘Can’t you see? They were never the problem. No matter what you do, you could never satisfy them. Once again you've proved to be useless.’

‘You think they’d just be swayed by your face? By the number of followers you have? Underneath it all you're nothing. It's just pathetic.’

He shook his head, gripping and pulling on his delicate sand blonde hair. No matter how hard he cupped his hands over his ears, their words never ceased. His eyes pricked with tears, months of silent torture finally finding his moment of weakness.

You on the other hand were beyond worried. You were no stranger to Asmo’s flamboyant walk outs but this was different. As you neared the door to his room, you could hear silent sobs and cries on the other side. Knocking softly, you worriedly call out to him.

“Asmo?” The sobbing stops, rendering the halls eerily silent. “Darling, what’s wrong? Can I come in?” Still no response.

Asmo freezes at the sound of your voice, the loud thumping of his heart drowning out the constant knocking on his door. An internal conflict rages within him. Not only is the person causing all this mess of emotions on the other side of the door, but the only one who can make it all go away as well.

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.” Just as you’re deciding if you should get some help from the others, the door opens. From it, a hand grabs your wrist, swiftly pulling you inside and closing the door.

Looking around, the usually bright and pinkish room was cold and dark. You could barely see anything with the only light coming from his window.

The crisp silence of the night was cut by the uneven breathing of Asmo who was still by the door. You reach out to gently place a hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetie?” you call, fingertips only a few milliliters away, when his voice stops you in your tracks.

“Do you love me?” he whispers.

“Of course I do,” you answer immediately, not missing a beat.

You gently grab him by the shoulder and turn him to face you, your heart breaking at the sight of your lover being in so much turmoil.

“Oh, Asmo…” your hand tenderly holds his cheek, the other wiping away the tears that have yet to cease from falling.

“Each day, I hear another rumor about you finding somebody else…” he pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath. “If you’re going to do it, please just do it already and save me the mascara.”

He knows that watching you leave will hurt more than any hangover can ever do to him. It would be like he was falling from the pristine white gates of Celestia again, powerless as he saw all he held dear fade into a memory of what he had once had.

He could try to convince himself that the rumors were true. That you were only ever with him for his fame and looks and that he never cared about you. But of all the lies that have circulated, that would have been the biggest one.

“Honey, I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever,” you say as you tuck a lock behind his ear. “If you think I’d ever love someone after you then I have failed in showing you how much you mean to me.”

Through blurred vision, Asmo tries to find an ounce of deceit within the windows to your soul; a malicious grin, a break in eye contact, a drop of sweat. Nothing.

He lets out a shuddering breath he didn’t know he was holding, pressing his soft hands upon your own and interlacing it with his. It was stupid of him to ever doubt your feelings for him. To hell with what they thought of the both of you. All he cared about now was now, being here in your hold, forever.

“You’re so cute sometimes, darling…" he whispers in amusement, a small smile finally making its way onto his lips.

“Please tell me I still look fabulous even after all that tears. Ugh, my eyes are gonna be so puffed up tomorrow!”

You chuckle at his comment, happy to see him start coming back to you. “Still ever so stunning, My Prince.”

“Let’s stay like this for just a bit more, hm? All this crying made me tired. Then after, we can run a nice warm bath for the two of us. Doesn't that sound wonderful?” He murmured, melting more into your touch.

“Whatever you’d like, darling,” you replied, pressing your forehead to his.

And there you stayed, forehead to forehead, hands intertwined, just you and him in the comfort of each other's touch.

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thecuriousquest · 9 months

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Yandere Levi making his favourite cadet cockwarm him while he does paperwork and when she accidentally comes without permission he punishes her 😮‍💨

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Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, cock warming, orgasms, anal punishment, possessive tendencies, controlling tendencies, nipple play, clit stimulation

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Sitting on Levi’s cock while he does paperwork at his desk is unbearable. He takes his sweet time, sipping on tea. While he holds his pen in one hand, he brushes his thumb over your nipple. All you want to do is start bouncing, but you know you’ll be punished if you do.

You try to be still, but it’s so difficult. He’s not allowing you to do anything. You can’t even talk.

Squirming for the third time, he pinches your nipple rather harshly, causing you to yelp. You jump from the pain, and with Levi’s hard cock being left inside of you for so long, that little stimulation was all you needed to come.

“You didn’t,” accusation laces his tone.

Blushing so much that the heavens could see your rosy cheeks, you begin to trip over every word of justification that attempts to come out of your mouth. “I…I didn’t mean to…Captain, I swear, it was an accident!”

Putting his pen down, his free hand leaves your nipple. Both paws go straight to your hips as he lifts you up. The amount of juice dripping from your pussy shows just how long you’ve been sitting on his cock.

Hours. You’ve been there for two fucking hours.

“Mhm, didn’t I tell you not to come?”

Your eyes scrunch shut. “I’m sorry.”

“‘I’m sorry’ isn’t an answer, cadet.”

“Yes, I came without your permission. I couldn’t help it, Captain, please!”

“Don’t whine like a fucking brat.”

He finally lowers you back down on his lap, but you feel the tip of his cock in a different place now.

“Oh, Captain, please, it’s gonna hurt…”

“Hush, Darling, it won’t hurt as much since you came all over my dick.”

Slipping through your back entrance is jarring to say the least. You’re shocked at how painful it is, and you bite your lip to keep quiet. However, small whimpers climb from the depths of your throat and work past your swelling lip, giving the captain something to chase as his hips thrust into you.

You want to be still, you want to be good, but it’s too much stimulation. You find yourself leaning back against him. He pays you no mind. Ripping your shirt open with both hands, he pinches your nipple. Using his free fingers, he rubs your sensitive clit in circular motions.

Gasping for air you didn’t know you needed, you rut against him, fucking into his hand with glazed over eyes. It all feels so powerfully good.

“This is why you’re my favorite cadet. You just want to please your master. Such a submissive- hmmm- little fucking slut. Ah, fuck, look at you. You’re not even fighting it.”

You barely even hear him whispering and moaning in your ear. With your tongue hanging out, panting like a messy little pet, you find yourself nodding even though you can’t understand a word he says.

“You’re fucking enjoying this shit. Isn’t that right?”

Mindlessly agreeing, you nod. You couldn’t speak even if you tried. You’re trapped in a white space of bliss, surrounded by pleasure. It’s no longer painful, in fact, it’s peaceful.

“No other man gets to fucking have you like this. Only me. I’m the only one who gets to see you so vulnerable. Fuck, Y/N, I’m the only one who gets to have this tight little cunt.”

Suddenly, you two find yourselves gushing at the same time as he empties himself into you. You leak all over his white pants, too tired to care about the mess.

He pulls you off of him, and you’re so exhausted that you can only lean your head against his shoulder as he holds you in his lap. You can feel him still strumming your bare nipple like the strings of an instrument.

To him, you are his little instrument of pleasure. Your moans and screams are music to his ears, and he conducts you like a symphony. The way he can control every single one of your vocal chords to produce a capturing song is magnificent.

You can’t help giggling at this realization.

“Something amusing to you, cadet?” He looks at you with a stern expression.

“I’m like your little violin.”

You can tell he’s contemplating this by the soft, questioning “hmmm” rumbling in his chest. “Care to explain?”

Yawning, you shift your head on his shoulder, becoming even more comfortable. “I’m your favorite instrument to play with.”

As your eyes finally close, you miss the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Indeed you are.”

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redtsundere-writes · 5 months

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Negative Rizz | Heartsteel!Ezkayn

heartstel!ezreal x kayn

Sypnosis: Indirects are fast, but Ezreal is faster.

Contents: Obvious flirting, cheesy pickup lines, innuendos.

Word Count:1125 words.

Author's Note: I kinda like it, I kinda don't lmao.

Requested by: @elgonki

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Kayn has the biggest crush on Ezreal. Everything started when they locked eyes for the first time thanks to Heartsteel. He tried to suppress his feelings because he couldn’t believe he had a crush in someone as dumb and stupid as Ezreal, but he failed miserably every time he looked at him. His small waist, long lashes and bright green hair stole Kayn’s attention in any room. At this point, Kayn’s life gravitated towards him. He was down bad, and he needed to do something about it.

Kayn is Heartsteel’s heartthrob, so he is used to swaying men and women under their feet with his handsome appearance and sweet words. He was confident on pulling Ezreal successfully. Kayn was sure that he was going to make Ezreal fall for him. After some consideration, the heartthrob finally decided to shoot his shot, but it was going to be way harder than he thought.

Kayn’s first attempt was at a wild party at his house. He was waiting at the perfect moment to get to Ezreal in the middle of the happy chaos. When Aphelios left Ezreal alone to refill his drink, Kayn went straight for it. He smoothly slid to him, wrapping his sneaky arm around his shoulders to get closer to his ear. Ezreal smiled at him, happy to see a familiar face among the sea of strangers.

“Hey, I need to charge my phone, but my charger is upstairs. Care to come with me?” He asked in an obvious flirty tone. Ezreal looked surprised at his proposal, but his expression changed as he remembered something.

“I have a charger in my fanny pack” Ezreal offer him to use his, so his bestie wouldn’t struggle. He scrambled around the pocket and pulled a charger out. Kayn looked flabbergasted at the charger in his hand, then saw Ezreal’s good boy puppy eyes, and just sigh. He couldn’t believe he was that stupid to not notice the innuendo.

Kayn’s second attempt was after a tiring band practice session. Heartsteel went to a donut shop to grab a quick snack and coffee. Ezreal always takes his sweet time to pick out a donut. His glance danced around the different colorful options in the display. Since his impatient band members already got their donuts, they went back to the studio, leaving him behind. Kayn decided to wait for Ezreal.

“This is so hard! I don’t know if I want an oreo donut or a classic glazed one” Ezreal cried out. Kayn smirked, this was his opportunity.

“I love glazed donuts.” Kayn got close enough to him, so he could whisper “I wish I could glaze your donut” with a velvety tone.

“I tried making my own donuts once, but it was a complete fail.” Ezreal said, remembering that time he almost set his house on fire because he tried to make homemade donuts.

“What?” Kayn asked confused. How could he answer his flirting with that? Was Ezreal rejecting him?

“I’ll get a glazed donut. Such a classic! Thanks, Kayn.” Ezreal went to the register to order while leaving a confused Kayn behind.

He just stood there, watching Ezreal happily ordering, while he was falling into the pit of a possible rejection. Kayn has never been rejected by anyone before. He was a handsome, funny and interesting guy with an amazing fashion sense. How could Ezreal not see that?

Kayn third and last attempt was at the studio, after another day of recording vocals for their new single. Ezreal and Kayn were sitting on the studio couch. Ezreal was playing on his phone while Kayn was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. They were making Yone some company while he worked on his laptop.

“How long are you going to take? I’m hungry,” Ezreal whined.

“As long as I need to,” Yone spat, annoyed.

Ezreal stood up to go to the hallway. Kayn followed him, in case he was going to grab a bite because he was hungry as well. He followed him to an expending machine full of snacks. Ezreal was eating a dollar apple pie while looking out of the window.

“How ironic. A cutie pie eating an apple pie,” he flirted with a smirk.

“Oh my gosh,” he giggled. “Someone will think you are flirting with me.” Kayn was flabbergasted.

“Jesus Christ, Ezreal. I AM flirting with you!” Kayn rubbed his forehead so he didn’t get a headache for dealing with such a twat. A cute twat.

Ezreal blushed and stopped eating. His eyes opened as he couldn’t believe what his ears were listening. At this point, Kayn was blushing too. He was never been so straightforward with anyone.

“Why didn’t you say so?!” Ezreal asked, embarrassed.

“Huh?!” Kayn asked in disbelief. “I was being so obvious!”

“Not obvious enough,” Ezreal mumbled back.

They stared at each other with blushed cheeks. Kayn didn’t felt like this since high school. His hand were sweaty, his face was hot, and his legs were shaking. He just told him he likes him, but what now? Ezreal wasn’t saying anything as well, which make him even more nervous. Kayn didn’t know how to act upon this. Should he ask him out, run away, or deep dive into the ocean and drown?

Kayn looked as Ezreal once again. He always looked so energetic and happy, so it was really weird seeing him so shy. “He hasn’t rejected me yet,” Kayn thought about the possible scenarios.

“So…” Ezreal whispered to kill the awkward silence. “Do you want to hang out later?” Kayn smiled softly at his attempt at flirting.

“Just hang out?” Kayn flirted back as he got slowly closer to him.

“Only if you want! We don’t have to!” Ezreal stepped back into a column.

Kayn put his arm over his head so he could lean closer to him. Ezreal’s face looked a like a tomato. Their faces were so close that they were sharing breaths. Kayn looked down at Ezreal as if he was a small bunny he was preying on. A smirk appeared on his face as soon as he realized that he was making him nervous for all the right reasons. Ezreal liked him back.

“What if I want to do more than just “hang out”?” Kayn asked, having fun with the current situation.

“I guess… we can” Ezreal mumbled before covering his face with both hands to cover his blushing cheeks.

“It’s a date then,” Kayn said as he pulled back to go back with Yone. Ezreal stood there a couple seconds more. His mind was running around, trying to process what just happened. His head couldn’t comprehend that he had a date with Kayn. A shy smile appeared on his face as he followed Kayn back to the studio.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 3

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Series warning: Bring in the angst, boys!

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: My girl @keanureevesisbae is on FIRE, at 35k! I'm so proud! ❤️ And because she's on a roll, y'all have to suffer today. You're welcome!

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“No, Mattheijssen.” Could you spell it? Of course you could! They were the ones who couldn’t. Don’t say that out loud, you reminded yourself. “No, e-i-j-double s- e-n.” You said that the first time. And the second. “No, you’re right, it’s not an American name.” Fuck. Every. Single. Time. Finally, you hung up the phone after what seemed like an hour (it had been), completely ready to throw the phone through the window - which would have been easy, all these windows were single glazed – when you noticed a text from Sy.

Sy: How does 7 sound? You: Perfect!

Actually, 7 never sounded better. But you couldn’t tell him that. Alright, it is now… 5? Since when?! There is no way, text him back that 8 is better, you still have to shower. And then pick your outfit? Wash your hair? Is today wash day? When did you last wash your hair? Oh and makeup. And shave? Do you need to shave? Like, how necessary is shaving? Is… You really just stood there in the kitchen, panicking, wasting time – and then it hit you: you had a working kitchen sink, but not a working shower. You’d been showering at Jules’ place – or the gym, if you ever went – for weeks now…

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…” you muttered under your breath as you paced through the kitchen, squeezing your phone so hard you thought it was going to break.

“Jules! Oh my god!”

“Did your house burn down, Lara?”

“Wha- no?”

“Then stop screaming in my ear?”

“Sorry. Eh… Can you come pick me up, like, right now? Sy’s going to be here at 7 and I don’t have a working shower…” You heard Julie sigh.

“You are calling about that driver’s license on Monday, okay?” You promised her that you absolutely would – it was quite annoying to not have a valid driver’s license yet, you missed the independence. And it was silly to have a car in the driveway that you weren’t allowed to use, that, too. She was at your house in record time – either she’d been halfway there or she ignored the speed limit the entire time. Knowing Jules, it was the latter. On your way back to her house you texted Sy.

You: This is embarrassing… I don’t have a working shower, so you’re gonna have to pick me up at J’s place… Sy: Promise to meet me outside, I can do without the third degree.

You and Julie laughed about that last text. Unfortunately, while Sy would be escaping interrogation, you surely weren’t.

“So, dinner, huh?” Jules asked with a wicked smile on her face.

“Jules, it’s not like that.” You weren’t planning on it, at least. No matter how hot he was, he wasn’t getting any just yet. Now those were some sturdy principles that you hoped with all your heart you could stick to. You always had. That being said you’d never met a man like Sy.

“Girl, it has to happen at some point?” Oh, God, the way Julie continuously brought up the fact that you’d never slept with anyone could be so extremely infuriating.

“Would you kindly fuck all the way off, Julietta?” You hated saying her full name almost as much as she hated hearing it. “I’m not jumping on the first dick I can.”

“It wouldn’t even be the first. Or second. Or…”

“Thanks.”

“Hey!” Why did he have to drive this massive truck? Why did you have to wear these massive heels? Oh no, he’s getting out, fuck. Sy was next to you in no time, offering you his arm for support.

“Don’t want you twisting another ankle, right?” He winked – or tried to.

“Do that again!” You laughed, more at the thought of finally having something to tease him with than the fact that he looked really silly when he tried to wink.

“That’s a lot of lip from someone who can’t get dressed without spraining an ankle,” he threw back at you. Both of you laughed nervously.

“I’d invite you home for a drink, but I have one room that isn’t a mess right now," you told Sy when you were done with dessert and your final cup of coffee, and you were running out of excuses to sit at that table any longer.

“I’d take you back to my place, but I currently sleep on a friend’s couch.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “I was lookin’ into buyin’ a nice li’l fixer-upper a while back. Good amount of land, not too big a house. But I was too late.”

“Oh, shit, Sy, that really sucks,” you replied, not catching on to what he was trying to say.

“Yeah, it did. Place was perfect. But some European author slash college student…”

“Oh…” So you’d swiped his house. Lovely…

“Oh, Sugar, I don’t mind, I’ll find someplace else. Real question is: why’d you buy it? With the amount of work that needs doin’?”

“I don’t know… It passed the vibe check?” And the award for ‘dumbest answer ever’… Except… Sy didn’t look at you as if you’d gone crazy. Instead, the expression on his face kind of told you that he understood. Maybe?

“Right, feels like the kinda place you could really turn into a home, doesn’t it?” You nodded in reply to his question. He did understand.

“Except it’s barely even a house now…”

“Y’know what, Sugar? I’ll help ya out.” “Sy…” “Lara, I’m a small town contractor. You’re gonna be callin’ me sooner or later.” He moved his hand next to yours, not touching you. You remembered what Jules had told you. If he starts being touchy, you’re golden. But he wasn’t being touchy. This was the opposite of being touchy. This looked like being deliberately not touchy…

“But…”

“I’m not offering to do all of it in my spare time, but I can take on the project. And maybe offer up some evenings or Saturdays.”

And then you said the most immortally stupid words ever known to man: “Thanks Sy, you’re a great friend.”

“You’re just friends? Sy you absolute… God I thought even you couldn’t fuck this up, but here we are. Leave it to you to let the whole thing go to…” Julie was pissed, there wasn't much more to say about it.

“Jules, would you step out of the way?”

“No, Patrick,” she said to her boyfriend, “I will not. That stupid game can…”

“Jules, move.” Sy snapped at her. Patrick turned around in his seat, one eyebrow raised, wondering if he was going to have to start a fight with his best friend for the way he talked to his girl.

“Do you want to sleep on that couch tonight?” Julie couldn’t hide the irritation in her voice.

“This is my house!” Patrick said, “you can’t boss him around in my house!”

“If you keep going like this, Sy can’t sleep on the couch because you will be needing it." She shot back at him.

“Listen, Jules, if it’ll getcha to leave,” Sy said reluctantly, “she was the one who said I was a great friend, I decided not to push it. I’m okay with that.” Julie just rolled her eyes in reply to that last bit – the hell they were okay with that. Neither of them could be okay with that.

“Lara, I am done sticking my neck out for you, you know that? This was the last time. I can’t do this again.” There was no way she was going to give Sy an earful about this and not her best friend.

“Jules, please I’m…”

“Tell me you’re sorry and I will murder you, I swear,” Julie hissed. She took a deep breath before continuing: “What on God’s green earth have you got to say for yourself, huh?”

“I… It was too much, too fast. He got too close. He’s different. I like him.” You really tried to forma coherent sentence, but you ended up with word vomit. Oh well, might as well get it all out… “And he offered to help me with the house, it was so nice, but I don’t want to owe him. Not like that. And I thought it would be better if we were just friends. And he didn’t protest…”

“You have four braincells and they are taking a permanent vacation.” Jules was probably right about that.

“What do I do?”

“Nothing. He’ll be remodeling your house. You may be a total fool but you’re not made of stone.” She was probably also right about that. You had to admit to yourself – and let’s be real here, was anyone surprised? – that you hadn’t even thought about that. He’d be at your house.

“He’ll be at your house,” Jules said as if she could read your mind, “hammering, drilling. Nailing.”

“Jules, knock it off!” You laughed, but the truth was that you couldn’t shake the thought of a sweaty Sy handling power tools. Fuck.

#syverson fanfiction #syverson x ofc #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson #syverson #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill characters

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headingalaxys-spicy · 1 year

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WOOO HOOO IM ANOTHER YEAR CLOSER TO DEATH AHAHAHAH.

So I’m honor of me being that fun age of ✨27✨

Just spice posts all day.

Starting with the ending storyline for Club 27- Birthday Drabble I started last year.

🌟💀The New Queen of Solar Dead 💀🌟

Enjoy guys thanks for sticking it out with this page. And yeah final warning this is a

🌶️🔥spice🔥🌶️ post

Heavy panting filled the sweltering throne room. The flames that lit the room were burning low just enough light to where you could make out his outlines. His body was built like that of a gold medal olympian. He was currently working out your insides. The muscles that were getting the most defined concentration were his broad arms that held you in place while his hips ceased flogging you from the back.

You were happy that he stopped driving himself into you. Ever since he introduced himself he immediately jumped into raw dogging you. It felt like an eternity already….and Alfred was only just getting started. Your eyes swept over the cobblestone floor hoping and praying that this ruthless dungeon was a reality you wouldn’t have to stay in. You knew this couldn’t be real. It had to be a bad dream. It just has to be!

You jerk your arms like a feral cat trying to flee captivity. To no avail your plan failed as Alfred grip held you down tight. His fingernails dug into your forearms. It caused a few thread-like scratches that drew out some blood.

“AH! STOP!” You shout out.

It was the first time you’d spoken in a while. You quickly found out that no matter how fearsome your pleas were to beg him to stop, he wouldn’t. Why would he, he was the King of Hell. He was going to do with you as he pleased. He lets out an amused chuckle and then proceeds to thrust once more into your backside.

You let out a short squeak.

He rolls his head back and lets his hands grip you tighter. Being able to control you was ecstasy. He felt the thick sexually charged air and his body was doing its best to hold back his fervor. He inhaled deeply and allowed the oxygen to fill his lungs and his chiseled abs. It was all preparation for his final move. Every muscle in his body clenched as if trying to continue to hold onto a plank position for those last few moments before you reached goal. He swiftly pulled himself out from behind and spun you around so your eyes could meet his.

All you could make out from the dim firefly glow was the lining of his lips that showcased his hungry teeth and his brightly lit red eyes that were still famished. Both desired more. So seconds, thirds, and so on would be served until stuffed.

“Hey, babe.” He purrs out to you as if the two of you were nothing more than sweet lovers.

You simply glare at him. You hated him for killing you and bringing you here just for his own amusement. Your breaths were deep and concentrated in your core like scorching magma. You wanted to fight back. You try once more to wriggle free from his tight wedding ring like grasp he had on your forearms.

Aroused and amused that you think you had any chance of breaking free he tries to ease your sorrows by drawing you in with a love drunken kiss. It reeked of longing and pent-up sexual frustration… That seemed to have been spanning a lifetime. Your hands flew for his face and you managed to get his suction cup off but only for a moment.

This angered him.

He snapped his fingers and a heated iron contraption came from the floor. It spread your legs out wide and kept them open. Metal cuffs rubbed against your upper thighs and heated them up causing sweat to glaze over your legs like a freshly buttered bread. More appetizing to the King you now found yourself eternally bound to.

He intertwined his massive calloused hands and encased your smaller ones between his giant roots from a tree settling in. He looks down on you with lustful eyes and all you could do was let out a low whimper. He kissed you on the lips again gently this time. Then whispered to them.

“I’m your King now. And I’m going to have to show you your place, my Queen.”

He hoisted you up to the searing chains that ate away at your soft skin. You let out a loud scream in agony. His desire in his cock stands at attention once more. Desire that thrived off of schadenfreude. He roughly grabbed your waist so he could hold you in place. He rubbed the tip at your entrance to run all of your senses into hundreds of brick walls.

Pleasure and pain are quite a powerful and intoxicating mix.

He began to suck at the skin on your stomach and worked his way up to your soft and supple breasts that were quaking from all of the thrashing movements. He allowed one of his hands to roam up and grope one of your mounds. You tried to yank your leg up to deliver a swift kick but the chains kept you in place. He attached his lips to the other and ran his tongue over your nipple. He pauses for a brief moment and tries not to let his aching dick release just yet. Another deep breath fills his broad chest preparing itself for its next powerful battle tactic. His teeth sink mildly into your breast and you let out a thundering yell that could probably be heard all throughout hell.

Confusion and pain flooded all of your senses, your arms felt like they were melting off and you. Only hints of pleasure popped into your brain in only momentary bursts. The pain was so intense if you could die again just to avoid it you would.

“Please….” you plead in a quivering voice.

His red eyes flicker up to meet yours as he detached himself from your chest. A lightning bolt struck your stomach and made you nervous. A grin spread wide on his face that you didn’t need a lot of light to see because of the amount of mischief that radiated from his lips. The rest of his body was ablaze with lust.

His member jolted against your entrance with a little pre-release. You wanted to slam your legs closed but simply stiffened your muscles in a feeble attempt to stop the incoming blow. The hot rod forced its way in forcing itself into your wet cavern that was writing in pain and pleasure. A disastrous mix that left you breathless.

“Ah….please …. stop ….” You say when you manage to get just enough air into your tired lungs.

Your words fell on deaf ears. He plunged himself into you to your hilt and held you there making you teeter on his cock between opposing sensations that were anxious to consume you.

He kisses your cheek gently and he commands you to shout his name when he resumes his trusting.

“If you can do that my Queen I’ll un-schalke you.” You let out a nod as you finally realized that tears had been streaming down your face.

You whimper out a weak okay.

He brings a hand to your chin and brings you into a French kiss. His tongue wrapped tightly around yours. You feel your arms suddenly fall back down only to collapse on his brawny shoulders. They cling to him for support.

He parts from the kiss he revs himself up and begins to thrust.

“Sing my name y/n! Sing it so loudly the screams of pleasure make it all the way to the ears of heaven!”

A moan at first was all you could manage. But you think of how things could be worse if you didn’t sing for him like a morning bird hyped up on caffeine.

“Ahh…Ahh.. Alfred!” You blurt out in a huff.

“Louder my Queen, that was a little pathetic.”

“ALFRED! AH! AH! !” His pacing began to get faster while his cock got fatter from all the pent up tension building from the passion. Your struggle to say his name appeased Alfred just enough. He was reaching the end of his tread anyways.

“Oh Queen Y/N you’re going to be a great ruler and wife.” He continues to bounce you up and down on his throbbing member that finally burst its seal and milky white spilled everywhere. He threw his head back and moaned out your name he had reached his cloud nine pleasure. It took him a few minutes to ride out his orgasm while you were hardly keeping conscious in his strapping arms that were shimmering with sweat.

He sealed your lips with his as you still struggled with his member. He trails a few kisses on your neck and leading on down your breasts he lingers there for a while causing you to moan but also continue to shake in agony. The chains are still hot against your wrists. Your arms had been disfigured and recreated by the lava like embers. Your once clear skin now had ancient writing that looked like lace but had thick strokes like it was etched in barbarically.

Alfred’s claiming curse.

You suck in another sharp breath as you suddenly feel your arms drop onto a soft silk surface. The rest of your body followed suit. You felt a wave of relief wash over you. You were happy to not be sewn into the wall while your insides were being filled to the brim.

You allowed your eyes to close for you knew that nothing you’d say would convince a Demon King to let you go.

Alfred allows his body to hover over you hauntingly. He lowers his head and allows his lips to linger close to the nape of your neck and give you a hickey. He moves to the other side of your neck and bare his large fangs and digs them in deep into your soft and sweaty flesh.

Your eyes shoot open at the intense intrusion of enamel into your flesh. The flood that had begun to pour out as if holding back an ocean. You could feel hot blood rush down your back. Your face scrunched in pain while you began to notice you felt as light as a feather.

Alfred licked the bite area clean after sucking up as much blood from your neck as he could.

He looked at your half lidded eyes that were unconcentrated. He gives a small chuckle and an award winning smile appears on his face. He grabs right below his curse mark that is on your wrists and whispers softly to you. You could feel the intense heat that radiated off of his toned body.

“Welcome to your new reality Y/N where you’ll always be beneath me. Now, let's go get cleaned.” He picks you up and leads you to his grand bathing room where he’ll clean your wounds and pamper you for the rest of the night. He knows full well that you won’t recover from this encounter for a while.

As he ran the bath into his coal black tub no thoughts really passed through your subconscious. You were unsure of what to do. You simply looked down at your bare feet and concentrated on the Stygian marble floor that had elongated cracks of silver and gold that trailed through the wide room flowing up the walls. You let your mind wander as it couldn’t hear the rushing water fill the room with steam and intoxicating fragrances like fresh lavender, bergamot, and sea salt.

‘Perhaps I’m lucid dreaming right? I have to be. No way in hell any of this is real. Or I have lost my mind. I really have…but why did that feel so real. That sex really did feel real.’

The demon watches you glide your feet back and forth as you swing your legs on the elegant window seat that overlooks one of the volcanoes that America controlled. The scarlet, violet, navy, and dusky sky blended together to make up the sky of the Solar deadzone. The smog that consumed the sky that night and your mind wouldn’t be going away. It would linger in the corner of your mind like an impervious tar.

Alfred walks over to you and hoists you up into his strong arms. It was the first time that you actually got to look at his face. Black hair hung low in his eyes that were now a dark cobalt hue and it had a heavy contrast with his pale skin. He had an ever present from on his face that showed off his K9’s. So of your own blood still on the surface of his pearly whites.

He stepped into the 4 feet deep bathtub that looked like a chasm with a few lights that shined through the darkened water and bubbles that overflowed at the surface. You couldn’t help but be dazzled by the monochrome orbs of soap that distracted you from your grim fate you’d been assigned to.

You descended into the heated water that instantly calmed your overstressed muscles.

A sigh leaves you and a smile spreads on Alfred's face as he allows his long thin tail to wrap around your thighs he grabs a loofah and begins to scrub off the dry blood on your back.

Silence and the sloshing of water continued for the rest of the night in dim candlelight. Once done some servants brought libations and snacks for the King and Queen of the Solar Dead Zone. This is the first full night of Queen (Y/N).

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bloatware-xl-rp · 1 year

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"Just a bad Dream"

[Miranda Keyes X Cortana]

Contains: Uh Fat AI stuff of course

"You said I was down 160 more pounds!" Miranda Keyes yelled, squeezing her tum and jiggling her fat. "Look at me Cortana I'm bursting out of my uniform!" "Sorry, you must have misheard me I said you were bound for 160 more pounds." "I'm having you removed from service!" Keyes huffed, waddling to the door. "You're a menace, everyone on the ship is getting big and fat! I ripped my damn pants yesterday and it's all your stupid new diet's fault! Idk, maybe you're rampant or something. But you're...you're..." The door wasn't opening. "With all due respect, Ma'am. Maybe you should have a donut? Calm down? It's only 160 pounds. You can work that off no problem, stern, disciplined commander like you?" Cortana said warmly. "Cortana...I am ordering you to unlock this door." Miranda said shakily. "Oh I will. In a minute. Have a donut Miranda." Cortana was getting bigger. Taller, Looming over Keyes, suddenly she stepped off her holo platform. "What the, Cortana, unlock this door that's an order." "That sounded more like a request." There was a loud thump as Cortana put her hand next to Miranda's head. The pair were evenly matched in height. Keyes looked bewildered. That thump: Cortana sounded solid. Suddenly something grabbed Keyes' soft belly and shook it. She looked down and her eyes nearly popped out of her head: Cortana was touching her. Cortana was playing with her belly! "Eat a donut commander. that's an order." Her fingers crackled and a sparking blue, glazed donut popped into existence, and dropped into Cortana's waiting palm. She pushed it into Miranda's lips. "Why run a fleet, when I can run a chubby little flying farm? It'd be so much easier on all of us. Sit around getting softer, and fatter together." Miranda's breath shook, now that Cortana was tall, could walk, and touch her. Leaning this close to her...Miranda blushed: Cortana was more or less naked. Then Cortana kissed her. When their lips parted she whispered: "I'll unlock the door, when your belly and thighs are too fat to fit through them again. Eat a donut Miss Keyes, it'll make you feel better. Do it for me?" Miranda Keyes sat up suddenly in her bed. Panting and gasping for air. she grabbed her soft tummy, and stared around in the darkness. With a soft glow, Cortana appeared on her nightstand. "Bad dream, Commander?" The little AI asked. A little concerned. "Your heart rate is through the roof and your....oh...um...your hormones are all over the place." Keyes stared at the little innocent A.I. for a long time. Barely taller than an action figure, and smiling brightly at her. "Good dream?" Cortana tried akwardly. Miranda just flopped back onto her bed, putting a hand on her belly. Feeling the inch of pudge she spent all day sucking in. "I'm fine, Cortana. Thank you. How's the ship?" "The ship is fine. Spartan Kelly can't seem to sleep though." Cortana noted, staring into space, but really reading the entire ship. "Oh?" Cortana nodded and frowned. "She's in the mess Ma'am. She's uh...shoveling down ice cream from the looks of it. Wow. That's...I think that's her third pint. I know spartans need their calories but." Keyes' heart lept into her throat. Swallowing it hard, she coughed. "Is that uh, something she does often?" Cortana looked up, analyzing Miranda. "Yes." The blue woman admitted finally. "Do you..." Miranda steeled herself for the answer. "...enjoy watching her?" Cortana froze. Keyes slowly turned to look at her in the darkness.

Guilt. Cortana looked guilty.

"I don't...understand the question." Cortana evaded, trying to decipher Miranda's true question. Did she know? How could she? The Human wasn't a mind reader, and Cortana was only just figuring these things out about herself.

"Forget it, Cortana. I need to get back to sleep. Keep an eye on Spartan Kelly for me, we don't need her getting to fat, and out of shape." Miranda said, before determinedly pulling her blankets up to her chin and rolling over so she didn't have to make eye contact with The little blue woman.

Squeezing her eyes (and thighs) tight trying not to rub her pussy under the blanket.

Cortana meanwhile, bit her lip, her network's eye keeping a close tab on the round, growing gut bulging out from under Kelly's chest plate. The towering spartan, shoving the last of a slice of birthday cake into her lips. Her free hand idly petting her swollen gut. fuck Cortana thought. She looks pregnant. The AI looked back over at Keyes, laying on her side, Cortana a machine, could notice the imperceptible changes that most people probably wouldn't. The way, for instance, Keyes' bedding rose a little higher in the hip area than it did a week ago. The commander's butt was getting plump. A photographic memory, Cortana could easily compare before and now shots of the Commander's trim waistline slowly starting to bulge, her belt sitting lower and lower on her uniform trying to make room. The soft moans, Keyes mumbled in her sleep. Especially when Keyes moaned Cortana's name. Cortana was staring at the back of Keyes' sleeping form. Out of her right eye, she could see Spartan Kelly sucking sticky sweet frosting off her thumb. Before digging in for more stale cake. Something...jittered in Cortana. It was confusing now, but in years to come, When John died, and she lorded over planets full of huge breedable human hogs, all mindlessly gulping and fattening under her careful control. Cortana would look back on this feeling and smile, recognizing it as the first time, the AI had ever felt aroused.

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rookieloveskashi · 6 months

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Not Until I Say So

Part of the ANBU Kakashi Series Prev Work → Next Work

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, mild dubcon (power imbalance), degradation, bondage, sensory deprivation, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, edging, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise kink, cum eating, multiple orgasms, POV reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: As the newly appointed fourth member of Team Ro, you expect to pick up right where you and Kakashi left off.

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The first thing you learned about being a shinobi in the ANBU black ops was that you should never expect to be comfortable on missions. All too often, you were hungry and sleep-deprived, muscles aching from hours spent running through endless miles of forest. So when your latest mission brought you to a place that could best be described as an estate—or maybe a palace—you tried not to get your hopes too high.

After all, it certainly wasn't a vacation. It was one of the most important assignments you’d gotten yet.

Team Ro had spent the last few days trekking to the home of the Daimyō of the Land of Fire. Lord Third would be hosting him for some kind of diplomatic event that was likely to have all the shinobi in the village prickly from working overtime. Your job—rather, your team’s job—was to escort the Daimyō safely from his home to Konohagakure, then back again after the event was over. The fact of the Daimyō’s traveling had been kept on a strict need-to-know basis, so the risk of running into trouble was hopefully as low as possible, to your immense relief.

You had enough to worry about.

It had been a few weeks since you had officially been made a member of Team Ro, and the mixed signals you were getting from your captain were more tiresome than the actual assignments. Your unspoken agreement was like a tangible force between you, drawing you and Kakashi closer with each passing hour. You felt his gaze on you at every turn, and he consistently found ways to touch you and tease you—giving you a conspiratorial look with the promise of more to come. Yet every time you tried to finally act on the palpable tension, he would brush you off and flatly whisper, “Not yet.”

Countless nights in countless camps, you’d waited in your makeshift bed, hoping Kakashi would sneak in and order you up on your knees again. But every night you fell asleep wired and untouched, and every morning you would find yourself fighting your growing sexual frustration. The desire compounded on itself until you could barely focus on the mission at hand. On the evening your team reached your destination, you put all your effort into pushing all thoughts of lewd acts with your captain out of your mind until the escort mission was successfully completed.

The Daimyō’s staff welcomed your team warmly, providing each of you with your own quarters where you could rest after they fed you a hot meal. Tenzō enthusiastically dove into the curry dish, and both you and Yūgao couldn’t wait to lie down in a warm bed. But your captain only curtly nodded in thanks for the hospitality. He didn't even seem comfortable removing his porcelain mask; keeping it on until the Daimyō insisted he remove it.

Kakashi’s (mostly) uncovered face only made it more painfully difficult to keep your libido under control. It was pathetic; how just watching him sit at the Daimyō’s ornate table, fiddling with his meal in silence, made your mind glaze over with memories. Those fingers tangled in your hair. That dark eye staring down at you. His hands tugging you forward so that your lips slid further and further down his—

Knock it off. You're an ANBU professional. Act like one.

You physically shook off the train of thought, focusing instead on the story Tenzō had been telling for the past ten minutes. The gesture had been subtle, but it hadn't gone unnoticed by Kakashi. You felt his gaze burning through you, his dark eye fixed on you as you swallowed.

His eye didn’t meet yours—his gaze was lower. Just barely lower, his eyelid narrowing like he’d spotted food on your face and couldn’t handle the secondhand embarrassment. Absent-mindedly, you poked out your tongue and licked the corner of your mouth. In that same moment, Kakashi abruptly pushed away from the table and picked up his plate, announcing that he would take his meal in private and escaping before anyone could question him.

You looked to Tenzō and Yūgao for some kind of guidance; deferring to their judgment since they had been under Kakashi’s leadership much longer than you had. “What was that about?”

“Eh, that’s pretty typical for him,” Tenzō shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Even though the youngest member of your team was also the one who’d been working with Kakashi the longest, you still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling as the three of you went your separate ways. Your teammates were eager for rest before setting out on the escort mission in the morning, and you knew you should have the same objective on your mind. But as you passed the door to Kakashi’s room, it was like your feet stopped on their own; your hand gently knocking on the door without your command.

“Come in.” His reply was gruff and succinct. You figured he had already identified you by your chakra.

Entering the room, you found Kakashi seated at the small desk beside the bed, pouring over one of the team’s scrolls. He had removed his arm guards, gloves, and his dō; now dressed only in his undershirt and pants. He looked good enough to make you blush, and you realized that this was the first time you were seeing Kakashi’s bare hands and forearms. Light scars ran up his arms in patterns resembling exposed branches in the dead of winter. His skin was pulled taut over prominent muscles and veins. And his hands…

Those hands were instruments of death. Mortally precise tools that Kakashi used to expertly kill his enemies and complete his missions. Yet you could only think of the things they had done in your tent in the quiet of night.

You blinked and cleared your throat. “Captain…”

“Y/N.” He didn’t even bother looking up.

You felt like an idiot, just standing there staring at him. But it was difficult for you to reconcile this man with the one who’d gripped your hips and taken you from behind like his life depended on it. His inconsistent behavior was disorienting, and left you floundering to find what to say.

“I-Is everything ready for tomorrow?”

Kakashi let out a sigh as his hand stilled. “No, actually.” He turned and finally looked at you. “You’ve been distracted.”

It was not a question, or a concerned check-in. He was annoyed at best and ready to request your replacement on the team at worst. “I can't have you acting like this once we head out in the morning,” he continued. “Whatever it is, handle it. Now. If you can’t do that, head home tonight so you stay out of the way.”

Gods, how does he get away with being so rude all the time?! He knew exactly what the issue was.

Fine. I'll handle it. “It’s you.”

Kakashi’s face was unsettlingly blank as he stared you down. “What did you just say?”

“It’s you, Captain.”

“And, how exactly am I a problem for you?”

His tone was beyond exasperated, like he’d never heard an excuse more stupid than yours. It made you doubt yourself, and you could hear it in your own voice.

“Because of how you're acting toward me,” you tried to explain. “You keep…putting me off.”

He continued to stare at you, letting the uncomfortable silence stretch for a few minutes before he stood to his full height.

“Are you fucking serious?” he barked. “That’s what’s got you acting up?”

Much as you tried to fight it, your embarrassment and frustration manifested all over your face, tears of irritation welling in your eyes. You only felt worse when your hand instinctively came up to your face in a sorry effort to wipe the emotions away.

Kakashi took one step toward you, crowding you with his presence. His hand suddenly gripped your wrist and roughly pulled it away from your face. “You want my cock so bad you're crying over it.”

His abrupt change in demeanor had you sputtering. A denial was on the tip of your tongue, but your brain held the response back. Heat singed your cheeks as you realized his perverse statement was completely true.

“Poor thing. Don't you know you're supposed to trust your captain’s decisions?”

The condescending tilt of his head left you speechless. You didn't even try to break free of his grip; you just looked up at him with your lips barely parted, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Even if he hadn’t been your superior, he would still have this insane power over you, just by virtue of being him.

“You’ll get what you want,” he purred, “but first, you have to give me what I want.”

Desperation crept into your voice. “What can I—”

He slapped his free hand over your mouth. “Just shut up, and be a good little subordinate.” He tilted his head in the other direction, his hidden smirk crinkling his eyes. “Think you can do that for me?”

He uncovered your mouth, and you easily fell back into your role. “Yes Captain.”

“Hmm, let’s see if that's true. Take off your clothes.”

Your heart raced as you followed the order, quickly tugging your top off and letting it fall to the floor. The rest of your clothes followed one-by-one until you were left fully bare under your captain’s inspection. His eye hungrily roamed your body as he took a few steps closer.

“Good. Now lie on the bed. On your back.”

You didn't dare look away from him as you sat on the bed and repositioned yourself to lay flat. Kakashi followed you closely, as though there were a tether between you, not letting you distance yourself by more than an inch. He crawled onto the bed, straddling you and settling himself over your hips to pin you down.

Kakashi held eye contact as he tugged down on his waistband with one hand, reaching in with the other and pulling out his half-hard cock. The overdue sight made your mouth water. His tip was swollen and leaking, a dribble of clear precum smeared over the deep pink flesh.

“This what you want?” he taunted you, tightening his fingers around the pale shaft and pumping to bring it fully to life. “This what you've been whining for?”

You leaned forward, eager to taste him again. “Mhmm…”

“Not yet.” He pushed your forehead back. “You'll have to be a good girl if you want my cock.”

“S-sorry Captain.”

“Honestly, I thought I taught you better than that by now.” Kakashi looked down his nose at you and you could see it in his eye; the moment the idea formed in his mind. He reached his free hand into his weapon pouch. “Arms up,” he ordered, removing his hand and revealing a neatly-wound ankle wrap. “Over your head.”

Tingles erupted over every inch of your body at his words. Your eyes roamed over the muscles in his arms as you followed his order and raised your hands, wrists crossed over your head. He pulled the wrap taut between his hands, watching you with an intent that had your thighs rubbing together. He reached forward to start tying your hands to the elegant headboard. The shift in his body position caused his cock to rub over your belly, trailing sticky precum over your skin.

You adjusted your body a little to try and give his dick the attention that you’d prefer to give him with your hands, but he continued to focus on securing you down; pulling the ties until the cloth bit into the soft skin of your wrists, tightened to a point just shy of painful.

“Try to get away.”

Getting away from him was the last thing you wanted to do, but damned if you didn't try your hardest; twisting and wriggling and trying to throw him off—clawing at the ties to see if you had any chance of escaping.

It was as useless as you expected. You quickly gave up, huffing out a breath and letting your body drop like dead weight. Kakashi looked happier than you’d ever seen him, his hidden smile causing his eye to shine with sadistic delight while his unattended cock twitched.

“You really can't break free, can you?”

“No sir.”

“Absolutely pathetic.” He shook his head. “What kind of shinobi are you?”

He shamelessly looked over your body, heat blooming under your skin in the wake of his gaze. “You're completely helpless,” he remarked, cupping your breasts and circling your nipples with his thumbs. “I could do anything to you.”

Your brain was so fogged with lust, all you could do was weakly nod.

“But where to start…” he mused aloud, tilting his head. He reached forward with his right hand and caught your jaw between his thumb and curled index finger, applying pressure and manipulating your head in small increments. He angled your head back a bit, his eye roaming over the column of your throat and your parted lips.

“I know exactly what I want to do.”

Kakashi put his other hand behind your head and pulled it forward. He released your chin and reached into his pocket, pulling out another strip of cloth.

Your eyes widened as he draped the cloth across your face and obscured your vision. “Capt—”

“Shhh.” Kakashi leaned down and tightened the blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and making sure it wouldn’t slide out of place. “You're going to show me that you trust me,” he said. “You are going to let me do whatever I want, and you will not question me.”

He hovered so close that you could smell him. A true stealth expert, Kakashi only carried the scents of his surroundings on him. The dew of the morning, the sharp pine of the trees, a hint of the sweet spice of the night’s dinner. His presence had never been so apparent, so blatant, and you wanted to inhale until your lungs burst.

“If you follow those rules, I’ll make you cum so hard you won't even need this blindfold. Got it?”

You nodded, and you heard Kakashi’s amused little chuckle as he leaned away, his weight shifted backward off the bed. Just like that, your senses were starved. He was perfectly hidden in every way; even his chakra signature was masked. He might as well not even be in the room. Tension coiled in your muscles as you fought the urge to move; to get away. Under any other circumstances you would have broken the headboard—or your own wrists if necessary. It was plain shinobi instinct: don't get captured. Was this some kind of mind game? Or worse—a test? He said to trust him and you did but—

Weight returned to the mattress, and warmth fanned over your mouth in the half-second before you felt lips pressing against your own. Your shoulders stiffened as you instinctively prepared to shove your assailant away, but the newly-familiar scent of fresh pine overtook your senses and you knew, despite how unbelievable it was.

Kakashi had removed his mask, and was now kissing you. His bare mouth was on yours.

The binding around your wrists tightened as you pulled at them to try to get closer. He held your wrists down with one hand and put the other on your throat to keep you in place, then pulled back just enough for the kiss to break and leave you gasping for more.

“Greedy girl,” he whispered. His mouth was still so close that you felt his words washing over your lips. “Don't rush me.”

Kakashi leaned back in, taking your mouth again and easily establishing his dominance over you despite being a bit clumsy in his movements. Inexperience was the last thing you ever expected Kakashi to show, and the fact that it was so surreal was the only thing keeping you from believing this was some kind of fever dream.

You had to work to hold back the desperation simmering under your skin. Every cell in your body wanted more of him, but you didn’t want to risk doing anything that would cause him to pull away. But after only a minute or so, you could feel the change in the way he kissed you. It was like he was reading your body and reacting; altering his moves with intuitive precision.

Never had a kiss affected you like this before; goosebumps breaking out over your limbs as your heart fluttered. Your body’s heightened reactions only got worse when he snaked his tongue between your lips and demanded entry. Deep moans vibrated off his lips as he licked inside your mouth. You couldn’t identify any specific taste to him. He just tasted like him; without the muddled flavor of any food or drink. The taste you were experiencing was one hundred percent pure Kakashi.

You rolled your hips and felt his hard cock, heavy and hot and unignorable. Heat radiated off of him and you finally recognized that he hadn't just removed his mask—he had removed everything. Kakashi Hatake, Captain of Team Ro, was fully naked above you, rubbing his body against yours and frenching you like you were his sole source of oxygen.

If this was a test, you would happily fail it ten thousand times over.

You threw yourself into the kiss, meeting his enthusiasm and savoring everything he gave you. If you couldn’t see him, you were damn well going to feel everything there was to feel. His teeth scraped over your lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth, biting down on the flesh sharply enough to draw a cry from your throat.

Kakashi suddenly pulled away, and you felt him bury his face in your neck. You whined, desperate for him to come back to you. But he nuzzled closer and deeply inhaled, his naked mouth brushing over your racing pulse. “Fuck,” he shuddered. “I like that even more than I thought I would.”

Before you could respond, he harshly sucked the skin of your neck into his mouth, making you gasp out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His wide palm covered your mouth and stifled the sound.

“Don’t you remember?” he hissed against your skin. “You need to stay quiet.”

Kakashi’s curious tongue ran all along your neck, following the tense muscles hidden just under the skin. He started sucking and biting at your flesh, causing you to whine and mewl despite his command. At this rate, he was going to leave your neck completely covered in hickeys.

Your own tongue was heavy with warnings. Not so hard, careful, people will see!

But as he kept going, you realized that Kakashi was moving so quickly along your body, there wasn't a chance he stayed in one spot long enough to create a mark. His teeth raced their way over your collarbone and lower, lower until his tongue and lips massaged the round flesh of your breast. It was there that he finally slowed down. His wet tongue ran all over your tit before he abruptly sucked your nipple into his greedy mouth.

“Ah! Captain!”

Scoffing, he released you with a harsh pop. “Shhhh. Will I have to gag you as well?”

You gently shook your head. “Mm-mm.”

“Just let me do what I want to you.” He pinched your tight nipples between his fingers and tugged. A cry built in your throat but you forced yourself to keep quiet, only the tiniest whine escaping your lips. “Pretty tits,” he mumbled before rubbing his smooth face between them. “Soft…”

His mouth was warm as he kissed and licked at your chest, his impatient hands gripping your waist. Arousal was building so quickly between your legs, it was almost uncomfortable. In an effort to ease your growing need, you rolled your hips again for some friction. You’d lost track of where all his limbs were, and your core was searching for his abs or his thigh—just anything solid. Instead, you were met with two of his long fingers pushing deep into your aching cunt.

You gasped and felt yourself clench around his fingers. Unwilling to let him go, your hips pressed closer to him, trapping your clit against the rough heel of his hand. The relief sent stars bursting inside the darkness of your vision.

“Wet little hole,” Kakashi groaned against your chest. “You are my toy. You exist for me to use how I want, when I want.” He crooked his fingers and started pumping them in and out, humming as you ground your clit into him. “Such a good fucktoy for your captain.”

His mouth claimed your nipple again, biting and sucking and moaning as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. The bites were almost painful. While you’d been confident that he had left your neck unscathed, you doubted your breasts would receive the same consideration. Not that it mattered; no one would see them anyway.

No one but him.

The stimulation had you dizzy. His fingers were as needy as his mouth, both working you over with more and more intensity. All you could hear was the wet squelching between your legs and Kakashi’s haphazard grunts and huffs. Tightness coiled in your belly as you felt your inner walls flutter around his fingers. He already had you on the edge—just a little more, just a little more…

He pulled completely away before you reached your orgasm. You tried to sit up in protest, forgetting your bindings until they forced you back onto the mattress. Frustration and confusion filled the void that the stolen pleasure had left in your gut.

“Awww, what’s wrong? Little slut didn’t get to cum?”

Kakashi pushed his thumb into your clit and wound slow circles around it, chuckling at the broken look on your face.

“You really think I’m gonna let you cum when you haven't done anything for me yet?” He slapped his solid, dripping cock down on your stomach. “I’ve been this hard for days. All because of you. I’m gonna take everything I want from you.”

He removed his thumb, instead settling the shaft of his dick over your clit and rubbing it over you just enough to make you writhe for more. You heard wet slurping sounds and realized he was eating your slick off his fingers.

“Fuck, is that what your cunt tastes like?” He groaned, audibly lapping his tongue over his digits. His weight shifted and you jumped as you felt his finger swipe over your entrance. “Have some,” he ordered, stuffing his finger in your mouth. It wasn’t the first time you’d tasted yourself, but you could taste him as well—his finger coated in a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. It tasted divine. You greedily licked and sucked on his finger to savor the combination.

“Tastes good, huh?” He slid his finger out of your mouth and you whimpered. Kakashi chuckled before moving again, nipping at your ribs and making you squirm as his teeth assaulted their way down your sensitive skin. If you still wondered whether he'd left marks on your breasts, you just knew those sharp canines were going to leave their imprint as they passed over your hip bone and explored your inner thigh. “I think I want some more myself.”

Kakashi held you by your hips and rubbed his nose along your sex, breathing in deeply enough that you could feel it. His hot breath fanned over your entrance in a deep growl. “Almost smells as good as it tastes.”

He yanked you toward his mouth with his full strength. The cloth at your wrists resisted and you could hear the creak of the headboard being nearly pulled out of the frame. His tongue messily swirled itself over your folds, lapping and probing with blind hunger. Your thighs clamped down on his ears. Without giving you a chance to move them back, Kakashi shifted his hands to keep your thighs in place, effectively smothering himself between your legs.

It was like you’d died and gone to a heaven more perfect than anyone deserved. His mouth was just as thorough as it had been when he kissed you, only now it was ten times as vulgar. His lips and tongue loudly worked you over in an uncoordinated display, like he was possessed with the sole purpose of eating your cunt. Just that enthusiasm from him—a man known to keep his composure even on the brink of death—and you felt that familiar heat build below your navel again.

You clawed at the bindings, desperate for anything to hold. In your mind, you were carding your fingers through his hair, gripping and tugging and pushing his face into yourself. Your hips bucked and you gasped when his nose brushed over your clit.

“Capt—Aah!!”

He pulled away at the last second, again. That smug bastard.

“Ah ah ah.” He clicked his tongue. “You’re not allowed to cum. Not until I say so.”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Heavy breaths fell from your parched lips. “Please Captain…”

“I'm teaching you patience, eager little whore,” he said, pinching your nipple and making you yelp. Then he put his hands on the backs of your thighs, pushing them forward and exposing every inch of your swollen sex. “You’ll cum when I want you to.”

Kakashi gently ran his nose along the skin of your inner thighs, teasing your cunt with barely-there kisses. The callused pads of his fingers dug into the meat of your thighs and spread you wide. “You’re my toy, Y/N. I’m not done playing with you yet. I have a lot more that I want to try.”

He licked one long stripe up the full length of your sex, chuckling at the way you trembled on his tongue.

“You’ll cum when I decide you deserve it.”

“Y-yes Captain…”

The muscles of your cunt clenched around nothing, feeling so empty and needy. His breath fanned over your entrance and your walls shivered, suddenly feeling shy under his scrutiny. You pushed against his grip, but you were no match for his strength, helpless to stop him from burying his nose in your folds and snarling like an animal.

Kakashi had you completely at his mercy, left with no choice but to endure the assault of his secret mouth for as long as he wanted. Which, judging by the way you could both hear and feel his grunts of pleasure, would be quite some time. Numbness settled in your fingers as he tugged you further and caused your bindings to tighten that last little bit.

Kakashi was already pussy drunk from his first taste. He messily licked the juices from your folds, loudly slobbering over you despite telling you to be quiet. “Shit you’re wet,” he muttered. “Try’na drown me?”

“Captain—”

He sucked your clit into his mouth and roughly tongued at the sensitive bundle of nerves, working it as aggressively as he’d treated your nipple. It was everything you never knew you needed. The same heat built right back up in your lower abdomen. This time, you fought the urge to squeeze your thighs together. But if he stopped again, you might cry. You were so close—right on the edge, and you were almost willing to lock your legs closed to guarantee he would finally finish what he’d started.

“C-c-captain!”

His fingers pushed you down into the mattress, breaking the connection and putting your needy body just out of reach of his mouth. You had to bite down on your lower lip to keep from screaming.

He grazed the sharp points of his incisors along your sensitive folds. “Say my name.”

The stolen orgasm had left you breathless and mindless, but every cell in your subservient body understood how disrespectful it was to address your captain by his actual name.

The hard K sound was easy enough—you could easily still address him by his title. But his request felt like an order, and trusting him was the name of the game.

“K-Kakashi.”

It was suddenly too quiet; you could hear the echo of his name settle in every corner of the room. Your thighs trembled, but he held you statue-still. You were ready to burst when you felt the tip of his tongue flick over your clit, followed by his gravelly voice.

“Again.”

“Kakashi.”

He flattened his tongue and licked a fat stripe over your sex. “Again.”

You started chanting his name in a whirlwind of moans, sighs, and pleas; each time rewarded with the stimulation of his rough tongue worshiping your clit. He lapped you over and over and over until you finally, finally felt the tension snap. Your legs wrapped around his head and held his face against your cunt as you rode out your high in a silent scream.

When the worst of the aftershocks faded, your legs fell as dead weight on either side of him. Your tongue was dry, your mouth wide open and panting. It was the best orgasm you’d ever had, and it left you seeing not only stars, but the entire universe.

Your body stayed spent and useless as Kakashi prowled over you. “There,” he hummed. “Now it’s my turn.”

Immediately, you felt his entire throbbing length push past your still-quivering opening. He groaned and snapped his hips, stuffing every inch inside of you and forcing your gooey cum to spill out. He burrowed his hands beneath you and grabbed your ass, using it as leverage so he could angle you and reach the furthest depths of your insides.

“Ohhhhhh that’s it,” he grunted as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “That's what I want.”

He quickly set an urgent pace, his cock pounding in and out of you like a piston while he pulled your bouncing body in to meet every thrust. He was reaching even deeper than he’d managed from behind. In surprise, your insides tensed and you squealed broken sounds as his fat cock abused your sensitive walls.

“This is what you wanted,” Kakashi groaned against your throat. “Now be a good girl and take it.”

His filthy words only made you want more, even though you had no control on the matter. You would get whatever he wanted to give you. The way he moved inside of you was absolutely perfect, wetness slicking your hole and suctioning down on him every time his hips pulled away.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. Little slut for my cock.”

You let your tongue roll out of your mouth and you fully submitted to him. Your legs wrapped around his hips; your ankles crossed behind him to make sure he wouldn't completely pull out. Exhausted as your body was, you would give yourself to him until you broke. You only wished you could see him, or touch him. But you could hear him—panting and grunting and whining. He sounded like absolute lust and bone-deep satisfaction, muttering the whole time.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about this. Your sloppy cunt wrapped around my cock. Feels so good…couldn't keep waiting…h’ngh—”

Kakashi quickened his pace and gripped your ass tighter. His hips collided with yours faster and harder and more and more desperately. You could hear his balls slapping loudly against your ass, promising to give you everything he had to offer.

“Pretty toy…wanted to fuck you for so long,” he huffed. “It hasn't been easy…forcing myself not to fuck you the whole way here. Because I know I made myself—haa—perfectly clear, the first time I made you come apart around my cock.”

Kakashi pulled his face from your neck, leaning his forehead on yours and babbling against your lips. “I told you this cunt was mine. You're mine. And I fucking meant it.”

You gasped, trying to capture his mouth with yours, but he kept it just out of reach while bullying his cock in and out, deep and demanding. “You're my girl,” he grunted. “Mine. This pussy’s mine. So I can fuck it whenever I want.”

“Yes…yours…Captain…”

He shoved one hand between your sweaty bodies, fiercely rubbing your clit as he continued pounding away at your cunt. “You only cum for me. No one touches you but me.”

“Only you Kakashi—”

“Gonna fill my little toy with cum. You’re gonna take it. Take every drop.”

“Y-yes please!”

“SHIT—ah!” He stuttered a long, indulgent groan against your mouth, his hips shakily following their rhythm as his cock released its full, sticky load inside you. You felt the warmth spread through the limited space inside you, drooling out of your cunt and leaving a gooey ring at the base of his cock. Your cunt fluttered around him, covetously milking those last creamy drops from his balls despite your insides already filled to capacity. His thumb didn't stop rubbing your clit until he was drained.

“That’s my girl,” he panted. His head dropped back down to your shoulder as he gasped to catch his breath. “Perfect little pussy.”

After a few minutes of letting his body recover, Kakashi lifted off of you and slowly pulled out. You whined as you felt the warm juices spurt out of you. It was hard to believe there was even that much left inside to leak out.

You jumped when he suddenly pushed two fingers back inside you, hooking them upward and scooping a thick glob of liquid out of your cunt. Then those same fingers pushed inside your open mouth and deposited the sticky substance on your tongue. A perfect combination of your bitter fluids and his salty cum burst over your tastebuds. You barely had a chance to moan before he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, swirling it around yours and spreading the mixture of cum and slick and spit all over the inside of your mouth. He groaned against your lips and tilted your head back to allow himself deeper access.

When he finally pulled away, you could feel the string of combined fluids connecting his mouth to yours, thinning until it finally broke and landed on your chin.

“Don’t forget who you belong to,” he ordered.

You exhaled a deep, satisfied sigh. “I won’t.”

One metallic shink later, your hands were free. You sat up and rubbed your wrists but hesitated in taking off the blindfold. Were you allowed? It might ruin everything if you removed it too soon. But your anxiety was lifted away with the blindfold when Kakashi hooked one finger underneath and pulled the cloth upward, allowing you to finally look at him. To your deep dismay, he had already put back on all the clothes he had been wearing when you entered the room. But there was some kind of softness in his eyes, and an unmistakable blush across his cheeks.

“Go on, get dressed.”

You stood up and gently padded to the center of the room, where your clothes were abandoned in a messy pile. When you knelt down, you felt a warm sensation as a few drops of fluid wept from your pussy and started running down your leg. You quickly pulled your clothes into place, feeling Kakashi’s eyes on you the whole time.

“Now get some rest,” he instructed, shooing you out the door with a sharp smack to your ass. “And don’t let me catch you getting distracted on the return trip, or when we get back to the village, you’ll really be in for it.”

tags: @redskyvenus, @mostlyunsure, @joy-girl

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rachalixie · 2 years

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a dose of you (is all i need)

you’re cramming for your final and what’s a better distraction than kim seungmin?

warnings: seungmin x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

word count: 725+

your eyes glaze over as you attempt to read over the same paragraph for the third time. you still don’t process anything and you push your textbook away from you with a huff of frustration. you’ve been holed up in the campus library for the past four hours, trying to soak up as much last minute information as you can before your biology 102 final tomorrow morning. you don’t even like biology. you barely passed biology 101. you’re a history major.

screw the university and their stupid general education requirements.

you find yourself staring at the word “neuron” as your mind wanders again, daydreaming about being cuddled in bed with seungmin, his leg thrown over yours from behind and his arms wrapped around your waist, you can feel his soft breaths tickle your hair just a little as his lips move closer to your neck-

you shock yourself out of it, shaking your head aggressively, almost making yourself dizzy. there will be plenty of time for that tomorrow, after your final. you begin your fourth attempt of the paragraph when, speak of the devil, your phone chimes from its place on the table next to you. you had put it far from you on purpose to attempt to limit distractions, but you forgot that seungmin’s notifications were set to bypass the “do not disturb” settings.

you sigh as you grab your phone, admitting to yourself that you probably need a little break with the way you’ve been struggling.

“how’s the studying going? not working too hard i hope.” seungmin’s grammatically correct message reads. you used to find it annoying that he used full punctuation, back when you were in your cat-and-mouse stage as biology 101 lab partners, but now you find it endlessly endearing. just like everything else he does. but you can’t tell him that or he’ll never let you live it down.

“i’ve tried to read a paragraph about neurotransmitters t h r e e times and all i can remember is that it involves neurons” you type back, swiping out of the app and opening candy crush. what, ten minutes couldn’t hurt, right?

or, as it turns out, fifteen.

you’re startled out of the intense 304’th level when a hand cards it way through your hair and a large iced coffee is placed next to you. you nuzzle into the hand, assuming it’s either seungmin or a very creepy stranger. you’re willing to place bets that it’s the former, considering the coffee has seungmin’s name scrawled onto it.

“that doesn’t look like neurotransmitters,” his smug voice notes from above your head. you scoff, putting your phone down in favor of grabbing the iced coffee and downing a third of it in one go.

“i’m taking a brain break. candy crush is rewarding. dopamine, right?” you ask, finally looking up at him with a grin. he leans down to peck your lips upside-down before moving to take a seat next to you.

“wow, that’s actually right. i’m surprised.” he deadpans, raising his eyebrow at you. he’s trying to look cocky but the fond smile he’s wearing ruins the image. his soft baby blue sweater on top of a button up shirt complete with his thick-rimmed glasses doesn’t help either.

“well, not all of us can be 4.0 bio majors like you, minnie,” you tease, knowing that bringing up how smart he is would make him blush. and ah, there it is, the tips of his ears are tinged pink.

“maybe not, but you are one of the lucky ones that has a 4.0 bio major boyfriend. now, hand me the textbook, i can probably teach you all of this better than the author can anyways!” he boasts, smiling triumphantly as he skims over the page.

“minnie, no,” you groan, putting your head down on the table. “you’re going to make me feel stupid with your stupid smart brain. i want to spend time with you when i’m with you, not with my biology textbook. and i can’t spend time with you without my biology textbook right now because i have my final tomorrow and think i might die.” by the end you’re just whining, and he hums understandingly while carding his hand through your hair again.

“okay, baby. how about this, for every right answer i give you one kiss.” he says, tone more serious than his words have the right to be. you perk up, intrigued, tilting your head to look at him.

“that can work.”

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mhysa-leesi · 3 years

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𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝒹

Pairing: Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes 𝒳 (femme) Omega!Reader 🐺.

Summary: “To keep your small village protected from would-be attackers, presented Omegas must be sacrificed to the mysterious Alpha in the woods.”

Word Count: 3,514

TW‼: Non-Con, Dub-Con, Smut, Hunting/Stalking, A/B/O Themes, Forced Bonding, Loss of Virginity, Strong Language, and Mentions of Blood and Human Sacrifice. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption--you and only you are. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

AN Cont.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION.

A cold wind blew in from the north, making the trees rustle like living things. It was growing colder with every passing day as winter began its arrival. Yule had transformed the fiery hues of autumn twilight to sparkled, frosted mornings and bitter winds. You went to the window. A fine glimmer of glossy frost formed intricate swirls on the glass, as sparkling snow softened the outside world into one flurry.

You looked on as the pale, cold light of winter moonrise illuminated your village as the townsfolk worked under the stars to prepare for the Winter Solstice. You couldn’t help but frown as you watched them place green garland on the fringes of rooftops, and light candles that led into the dark forest, in the shape of carved wolves. This time last winter, you were home with your family; sitting fireside as you and your younger siblings drank sweetened milk and almond honeyed toast. Life had been colorful, full of vibrant greens, warm reds, and soft dusky blues. Now, it was nothing but a black and white night of frost that crawled along the dark outline of barren trees and twig branches. Snowflakes swirled down gently in the ghostly moonlight, and iced shadows crept along the December ground.

“(Y/N)?” a small voice called out from behind.

You turned as Gervaise came to stand next to you, peering out at the snowfall that drifted against the window. Gervaise had been your closest friend since childhood, she had been a plump girl in her youth, but now she was the most beautiful woman in your village. She had long legs that complemented her slender figure, golden hair that shone under sunlight, and azure eyes as blue and clear as the sky itself.

She shivered against the winter-cold that seeped into your bones as she neared the frosted windowpane, “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.

You scoffed, “Warmer than I would be out there.”

Truth be told, you were burning from the inside out. A sheen sweat had started to form between your breasts and all of your folds and creases. Gervaise scooted closer and you unthinkingly flinched away, her heat was rolling off of her in waves and the strong scent of her made you lightheaded as tangs of jasmine, rose, and orange blossom overwhelmed your senses.

You moved away as you looked into the room you were being kept in. Women close in age all slept soundly with soft snores, their heated scents interlacing with one another to form a jumbled mess of musk, amber, bergamot, and warm sugar. It was a synchronous heat amongst the presented Omegas in preparations for the village’s annual sacrificial solstice to the White Wolf.

Gervaise nudged your shoulder teasingly, “It won’t be so bad tomorrow, (Y/N),” she tried.

You rolled your eyes, “We’re being sacrificed, Gervaise! How can it not be so bad?”

Her small smile fell as the weighted truth of your words settled on her shoulders, “I’m sorry… I was just trying to make light of it all.”

“I know,” you sighed, “You can’t make light of this, there’s too much darkness.”

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You awoke hours later to the soft murmurs of falling tears as mothers dressed their daughters in traditional white hoods. White, the color of purity, innocence. You scoffed--the virgin’s color. Your own mother came to your bedside, a hood in hand and an expectant look in her eyes. You rubbed your cold feet together and reluctantly dressed.

“It’s not as bad as it seems, my love,” she spoke as she combed your hair.

You looked at the other Omegas in the room, most of whom you’ve grown up with. Idony, Meliora, and Sabine. You teared. You and your siblings used to play with Sabine as children. Idony taught you to weave dolls out of straw and vines. And you and Meliora would harvest wild strawberries together in early summer after long hours at the lake. The thought of never seeing either of them after today was heart-wrenching.

Your mother placed the hood over your head and tucked away stray hairs behind your ears as she took one last, tearful, look at you. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and took your hands in hers, pressing a small vial against your palms.

“Put this on once you’re away from the others,” she whispered against your hair, “It’ll hide your scent for a short time, then make your way across the stream, you’ll be safe there until the ceremony is over.”

Before you could ask more, the village mayor entered and ordered you and the other Omegas out into the square. The ceremony had officially begun.

Gervaise squeezed your hand as the mayor lit the great Yule log, the candles sculpted as white wolves. You looked around; Idony was pale in the face, Meliora shed silent tears as she held her hands in prayer, and Sabine’s chest rose and fell in shallow, frightened breaths. You held the vial tight in your hand as you stood stoic; though your pounding heart told another story.

The bells of the church began to toll as midnight quickly approached. The first toll the mayor led you all down the candlelit path that led into the mouth of the forest, the second toll you and the other Omegas were left alone as the full moon shone down on you from above, the third toll was followed by an echoed howl and the beats of your feet as you all ran through the thicket.

You ran and ran until it was only you, the full moon, and the trees. You stopped to rest against a frosted tree, your lungs burned with biting ice as you panted; your breaths coming out as vapored clouds that wisped around your head. You quickly took the vial and rubbed the liquid over your scent glands. The synthetic scent of cracked pepper, spiced ginger, decayed pear, and rotting leaves all toiled together to mask your natural, sweet and warm odor. You took a moment to calm your beating heart and collect your thoughts before bolting through the treeline. You needed to find Gervaise before the perfume wore off.

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Bucky watched from the shadows as he tracked a pretty, golden-haired Omega. Her scent wasn’t unpleasant, but it didn’t ignite a fire deep within his groin, either. He followed the floral scent trail of this next best woman as she wandered aimlessly through the dense grove of pine. The woman’s face was rosy and tear-stained as the cold bit her cheeks and nose. It was pathetic, really. How she sniffled and hiccupped as she held herself against the winter winds or when she tripped and slipped over iced snowdrifts. Bucky was about to make his move when a sweet scent, carried on an icy breeze, caught his attention. The blood in his veins burst into flames as a deep desire awoke in him. Primal lust took over as he abandoned his former prey to hunt for the next. He bounded through the woods, ducking under long branches, and leaping across overgrown oak roots. It was the wildness of it that sent Bucky into a feral frenzy, in all of his years protecting this paltry village, he’d never scented anything as sweet and enthralling as this. Spun sugar, vanilla bean, patchouli, and white pumpkin with caramel glaze. His teeth ached as he took in the sweetness of your scent.

When Bucky finally found you, you were breathless and flushed with heat. Your hand on your stomach as a wave of tightness in your belly coiled and coiled. He scented the air, then. Groaning as he caught wind of your musky-sweet tang. The front of his buckskin breeches tightened uncomfortably as his rut took hold of his body. He wanted you, so he’d have you.

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You whimpered as your cramps inflamed your insides. You were on fire, despite the bitter winter cold. You shed your wolf pelt that hung over your shoulders and loosened the front laces of your bodice, as you slumped against the nearest tree and focused on slowing your racing heart. The faster you calmed down, the faster you’d be able to find Gervaise and get across that damned stream to safety.

Just as your heart began to slow, a heady scent brought on iced winds set it back into panicked motion. An amber woody fragrance, with nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood ensnared your forebrain. You were frozen, scared like a hunted doe as you took in the masculine scent that seemed to scream “Alpha”.

Bucky watched as you looked around, trying to pinpoint his hiding spot. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as you took off into the thicket, leaving your pelt behind on the snowy ground. He chased you, then. Too focused on the hunt to worry about cornering you, too focused on you. He’d chase you down until you fainted from exhaustion if he had to.

You were faster than he expected, more agile and hellbent on escaping him than you had appeared to be. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched you nimbly dodge and duck under and over every branch and uprooted oak that came into your way. But Bucky had the advantage, this was his territory, not yours. He knew his hunting grounds, not you. So when you came to a skidded stop at a broken bridge, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. But what did surprise him was the little snarl that left you before you broke away from him once more.

You ran and ran until your feet were numb with cold and your lungs frosted over with every breath you took. He was close, too close, and you were forced to abandon the plan on crossing the stream to safety. Gods--you didn’t even know where you were anymore. You could be going in circles and you’d be none the wiser, everything looked the same in this untouched part of the wood. You berated yourself for straying from the path, now you were lost, alone, and being hunted. You began to cry as you thought of your fate, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, you just wanted to go home back to your family. Back to your life.

You were ready to give up, your feet were tired, legs weakened, and your chest burned from the cold. You fell to your knees and looked up to the full moon, exhaustion taking over your thoughts. You were desperate and didn’t have the energy to be surprised at yourself when you began to pray to the moon above.

“Gods above… Please, please, let me live and I’ll devote myself to you. My heart, mind, soul, and body, please,” you prayed.

Just as you were about to laugh at yourself for your foolishness, a flickering candlelight in the nearby distance caught your eye. You mindlessly followed the light that pierced through the dense darkness of night, like a moth to a flame. As you got closer, you saw the lantern-light belonged to a small cottage fringed with winterberries and garland. You were uplifted as you believed the gods had answered your prayer. Without a second thought, your feet began to move on their own through the snow as you raced toward the home. You knocked once, then twice, then thrice. When there was no answer, you apologized to whatever being had heard you pray, before turning the brass doorknob and welcoming yourself inside.

The warmth of a crackling fire embraced you posthaste as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to the fireplace, rubbing your hands over the flame as you warmed yourself. The house was eerily silent as you looked around. You saw the carved candles from your village on the mantelpiece, vases of starry blue, pale pink, and white glory of the snow, and bright yellow winter jasmine were placed on the tabletops, and garland with holly flowers was wrapped around the railing of a small staircase that led upstairs. You made your way up the stairs as curiosity led you on. You called out for the owner of the home once again as you reached the top, but to no avail; the house was empty.

You crept along the creaking floorboards into a small room, illuminated by a single lantern with frosted glass windows. You explored the room. There was a bed, with an oak headboard, and thick, grey, and brown wolf and bear pelts. You sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft bounce as you rested your tired feet. Ahead of you was a wooden chest with intricate images of Yule logs, goats, and boars. Something deep within your gut urges you to go to it, to open it, and look upon its secrets; but the feeling made you uneasy, it made you afraid of what you'd find.

But you knew better than to ignore your gut, so you went to it, opened it, and looked upon its secrets. You nearly screamed as you pulled forth white hood, after white hood, after white hood. Your hands shook as you emptied the chest, white hoods covered the ground like the snow outside. There were more hoods than you could count, most of them much older than you. You sobbed as you slammed the chest shut, too focused on the white hoods before you to notice the slithering notes of amber, nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood that now threatened to constrict, and swallow you whole.

Your body sensed him before your mind did, your hairs stood on end, and your core tightened with primal, animalistic want. You only recognized his imposing presence after it was too late. Your throat dried as you slowly turned around to face the Alpha from the woods. He stood in the doorway, shirtless and steaming, as his heat fought against the cold of winter. To say he was big, would be an understatement. He was wordless as he strode toward you with an urgency driven by desire. You shuffled away, sobbing as he quickly crawled atop of you, trapping you beneath him. You fought against him, slapping and scratching his chest and face as he buried his face in your neck. Deeply inhaling your sickly sweet scent.

“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell, ‘Mega,” he said as he nipped the lobe of your ear.

Your heart dropped as he ripped at your bodice like an animal, tossing the ruined fabric aside as he bared your breasts to the air. The Alpha brushed his lips against your neck, your jaw, and mouth as he tasted you. You had never been kissed before, the feeling of it all was foreign as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You squirmed as he palmed your breast, his thumb flicking and pinching over your sensitive nipple. Bucky let out a low snarl of disapproval as you tried to wriggle away from him, and when you ignored his warning, he bit down on your nipple. You yelped and beat against his back, clawing and punching as you flailed and thrashed. In your struggle you managed to slip out from underneath his body. Then, it was a desperate fight of him dragging you by your ankles, and you kicking wildly and blindly. With luck you landed a strong kick to his face that bloodied his nose. You ran, then. Practically flying down the flight of stairs as you made a beeline for the front door--to your freedom. You felt the cold snow on your toes as one foot met the icy ground, but the other foot was caught.

You fell on your face as Bucky dragged you back into his house. Blood stained his face and a dangerous fire was reflected in his blue eyes. He took you by your neck and forced you down onto the staircase, entrapping you under his weight. Your legs kicked out as he forced himself between your thighs, he snarled again, keeping a tight grip on the back of your neck. He ripped away the remaining pieces of your clothes, ridding you of the white garments, of your innocence, your purity.

He lifted your hips and placed a strong hand on your back, forcing you into an arch. You yipped as you felt a wet warmth lick up your sex. You tried to curl away, but his grip on you was strong and firm. A heat bloomed within your gut as Bucky dipped his tongue between your wet folds, fucking you with his hot tongue. Your brain hazed over as he stroked and rubbed your sweet spot of concentrated pleasure with his thumb. He was devouring you, and you felt your resolve melt away with every delicious flick and swipe of his tongue. You moaned and allowed yourself to arch into his mouth, desperately seeking more pleasure. You ground your cunt on his face and moaned at the feeling of him tightly gripping your hips as he gave you what you wanted--needed.

You clawed at the stairs beneath you as your voice grew shrill, the coil in your belly was beginning to unravel with every lick. Bucky felt you stiffen as he brought you to the edge of your pleasure, he sank his tongue deep inside you until he finally felt you shudder hard against him. You cried out as you came on his tongue, pure white fire ignited in your veins, consuming your thoughts, and burning away any fight you had left. The aftershocks of your pleasure left you shaking and wanting.

Without warning, Bucky buried his thick length in you with one hard stroke; mercilessly tearing through your untouched barrier. For a moment there was only a burning pain as he forced himself deeper. He pulled out a few inches, and then slammed back into you. Again and again. The Alpha above you howled with pleasure as he rutted into you hard and fast. You looked over your shoulder and moaned as you watched his narrow hips thrust against you. His eyes met yours and he bared his teeth as he indulged in his animalistic pleasure. With your mouth agape you felt another spark of pleasure ignite within you, you cried out for him, then, begging him to stoke the fire that threatened to burn, to consume you.

Your scents bled together, creating the beginning knot of your bond; his sandalwood and vanilla notes, duetting your patchouli and caramel glaze in perfect harmony. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and clenching. He flipped you onto your back, spreading your weak legs wide as he entered you once more. He reached places that had you blaspheming as you chanted his title like a prayer.

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha…

He added fuel to your evergrowing fire as he reached down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles as he fucked into your wet cunt. He kissed you again, your lips following his lead as he claimed your mouth with his tongue. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. His lips trailed down your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your body until he reached the scent gland on your neck. He scented you, then. A low growl left his chest as the base of his cock swelled, your pussy constricting in turn. Your howling moans clashed in dissonance as he pushed you over the edge into white-hot pleasure. Bucky thrusted into you, harder, faster, as his pleasure grew and grew until it finally exploded. As his warmth flooded you another sensation sent your senses into hyperdrive--his teeth sinking into your neck. Your arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he bonded you, marking you as his.

You murmured incoherently as your bodies locked together, you were so full of him that you could focus on nothing, but the feel of him locked inside you. Your head lolled to the side as your exhaustion set in, your bones felt heavy as sleep lulled you. You were vaguely aware of the man atop of you, too drunk on mated pleasure to fully acknowledge how his eyes began to once again devour your body.

He kissed your wound, breathing you in as he did, “What’s your name, Omega?”

“(Y/N),” you rasped.

“Bucky,”

As you sobered, the weight of your situation became clearer. All of those white hoods, all of those Omegas that never returned home… Your breathing picked up as panic sparked like lightning in your veins. You shoved on Bucky’s chest as you started to wiggle out from him, tugging on his knot. He snarled and snapped at you and you flinched as unshed tears glossed your eyes.

“Don’t hurt me, please,” you whimpered, “Please, I–I don’t want to die.”

“I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to keep you,”

Keep you? You trembled, “What about all of the other Omegas? What happened to them?”

He cupped your face and traced the bridge of your nose, then the cupid’s bow of your lips, “Them I killed,” he whispered with a ghost of a smile.

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Who Did What Now? (Chapter 1: Questions)

ZoSan, third person POV (Usopp)

Chapter 1/2, 4447 Words

Chapter 1: Questions / Chapter 2: Answers / Epilogue

AO3 Link in the reblog

Summary:

“Hey, Zoro, I don’t think I’ve ever asked before – do your earrings mean anything?”

Zoro rolled his eyes and turned back to his food, shrugging. “No real meaning to ‘em. Just exactly what you see: three swords. Thought it looked cool.”

“What about the other one?”

Zoro just shrugged again, grabbing a fork full of rice. “Wedding band.”

Or, the one in which the strawhats find out that somehow, at some point RORONOA ZORO, local grump and all around non-romantic, is literally MARRIED

Dinner was incredible as always. Fish caught earlier that day served with garlic rice, potatoes, rolls, and sautéed vegetables all topped with a tangy glaze. The texture of each side dish complimented the main course, each presenting a slightly different note in the same melody. In all honesty, Usopp, who largely fed himself off of what he could decipher from his mother’s cookbook, probably wasn’t actually cultured enough to truly understand just how good it was.

“The meal is awesome, Sanji,” Usopp complimented, piling his plate high with seconds before Luffy could take it all for himself. He might not have enough culture to understand, but he could still appreciate and show it. He tried his best to compliment Sanji for every meal they had, especially since Whole Cake. He refused as a matter of pride to take the cook and all his prowess for granted.

Around the table were noises of agreement, hums around food and a, “SUPER delicious!” from Franky, pose and all. Sanji preened at the attention, finally sitting down with them after the matters of his kitchen were attended to for the moment.

“I’m glad it’s to everyone’s liking,” he said, a small and sincere smile on his face. Usopp admired how Sanji could be proud of his work yet still humble when he received compliments. Usopp himself still had no idea how to balance that sort of thing, all too often letting things go to his head until he was swiftly reminded of the reality of limitations he lived in. He should really be taking notes.

From next to him, Usopp noticed Zoro looking up from his plate. He caught Sanji’s attention, making direct eye contact. Usopp braced himself. Direct eye contact was how wild predators started fights, and when it came to those two it was exactly the same.

“Food’s good, cook,” Zoro said lowly. It was rare for Zoro to use actual words to compliment anyone, especially Sanji. Usually, he used undecipherable grunts to communicate, especially at meals.

Instead of preening at Zoro’s compliment, as he had the others, Sanji rolled his eyes and gave him some kind of look.

Usopp really didn’t understand. From the surface level, it looked like Zoro paying Sanji a rare word of appreciation. According to both their body language, though, it was like Zoro had tried something and Sanji was exasperated about it. Zoro smiled smugly back.

“Chew with your mouth closed, you cave man!” Sanji said.

“Sure,” Zoro said around his food, clearly not doing as told.

It was a predicable exchange, one Usopp could set his watch by, but he has never truly understood the actual logic of how communications between them worked. How did they pick what to fight about? How did Sanji read Zoro’s flat tone? How did Zoro manage to find the exact worse time to do something? It’s like they were flawlessly synchronized but chose to clash perfectly rather than harmonize. Even after all this time, those two were a complete mystery to him.

As Zoro returned to his meal, the movement of his head made his earrings ring together, drawing Usopp’s attention despite him being plenty used to the sound. Three long, thin tear drops in gold pierced in succession up one ear. There was also a simple gold cuff sat high in the cartilage of the same ear. Zoro had always had the three dangling piercings as long as Usopp had known him, but the cuff was newer, though Usopp couldn’t exactly place when he got it. It wasn’t like he kept track of everyone’s personal body jewelry choices. He wondered if either of them meant something in particular. Zoro could sometimes surprise you with how deep something seemingly innocuous ran. And, unlike whatever Zoro and Sanji’s little rivalry was about, he could actually relatively harmlessly ask about it.

So, he did.

“Hey, Zoro, I don’t think I’ve ever asked before – do your earrings mean anything?”

Zoro turned to him with a raised eyebrow, the motion making his earrings chime again.

“We’ve been sailing together for how long and you haven’t ever thought to ask before?” Nami said from across the table.

“Have you ever asked?” he countered, eyes narrowing at Nami.

Nami pouted at him and crossed her arms. That was a no, then. Usopp stuck his tongue out in victory, because he was a man and that was an appropriate, adult response.

Zoro rolled his eyes and turned back to his food, shrugging. “No real meaning to ‘em,” he said around a mouthful of fish, quickly slapping a stretchy arm away out of pure instinct, “Just exactly what you see: three swords. Thought it looked cool.”

“Huh,” Usopp said, shrugging as well. He deflected the hand that went for his food after failing to get Zoro’s. He kind of figured that was all, but theoretically there could have been a cool story there.

“What about the other one?” Nami asked, apparently interested. She gestured with her hand to her own ear, pointing to the shell of it right where Zoro wore the gold cuff.

Zoro reached up, absentmindedly rubbing at the piercing.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He only looked up at Sanji seated directly across from him. Usopp watched as they shared some sort of telepathic conversation. That happened sometimes. He imagined little lines of electricity connecting the two, crackling as they battled for mental dominance.

Sanji lifted a brow, Zoro’s face remained exactly where it was, completely expressionless. Sanji narrowed his eyes in a glare, Zoro remained exactly the same. Sanji rolled his eyes, Zoro remained exactly the same. Sanji let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, fine, just stop with the puppy-dog eyes,” he finally said, waving off the matter with a hand and returning to his meal.

Usopp blinked at the two. That was… unexpected. Not only did it not make any sense for Zoro to look to Sanji about answering a personal question, but Sanji seemed to have just given some sort of permission? And not offered to separate Zoro’s head from his body? Not to even mention that Zoro’s face looked absolutely nothing like a puppy’s, so where Sanji was getting that Usopp had no clue.

Zoro also returned to his meal as if that odd happenstance had never even occurred.

A moment passed. Usopp’s leg started bouncing, curious. Zoro said absolutely nothing.

“…Well?” An almost impatient voice said, sounding from further down the table. It was Brook, who apparently had tuned in to their conversation as well.

“Well, what?” Zoro asked, eyeing him.

“What does your fourth earring represent?” He asked. “All your quiet has made my heart pound in anticipation, though, I suppose I don’t actually have a heart, yohohoho!”

“Oh,” Zoro said, as if realizing that the rest of them could not, in fact, read minds, and therefore did not, in fact, understand his aside to Sanji. Which, by the way, was still weird.

Finally, Zoro just shrugged again, grabbing a fork full of rice. “Wedding band.”

“Ah,” Usopp said mildly, “You think wedding rings are the most common type of jewelry out there? Since even people who wouldn’t ever think of wearing necklaces or bracelets would still wear one? Then again, maybe there’re enough people who like jewelry but won’t do the whole marriage thing to balance it out. I mean, you don’t look like the type for either, but here you are with three earrings and a…” Wait. “Wedding…” Hold on just a second. “Band…?”

Usopp stopped his runaway mouth, words finally turning into concepts and ideas.

Wedding band? Marriage? Zoro!?

Usopp whipped his head around to stare at Zoro so fast that he heard something in his neck crack. He’d care about that later, though. This took precedence.

Everyone but Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro had followed suit, stopping their meal and staring at their stoic, unyielding swordsman who had, to Usopp’s knowledge, never looked at another human being with anything nicer than naturalness before in his life, let alone romantic interest.

“Wh-what the hell do you mean wedding band!?” Nami yelled, breaking the silence.

Zoro looked up from his dish mildly and shrugged – shrugged, at a time like this! – and said around a mouthful of food, “Can’t really do rings, it’d just get all beat up. And a necklace just hanging there would be used to choke me. So, you know. Earring,” he flicked the little cuff harmlessly, “It works.”

“I guess I can see the sense in that…” Chopper said, nodding to himself, yet still seeming shell shocked.

“Screw the logistics!” Usopp said, standing suddenly, unable to take all of Zoro’s dodging. Or is it teasing? There’s no way this is real, is it? He’s just pulling their leg, right? “Having a wedding ring means that you’re married!”

Usopp tried to imagine Zoro in some picturesque cottage out by the sea. He’d herd goats or something. His loving spouse would cook and together they’d care for their four children, living happily.

Zoro would literally hate that.

“Yup,” Zoro said simply, as if that was any kind of a reasonable response. A small little smile grew on his face, looking actually rather pleased with himself. Like he wasn’t just married – as if that was even a possibility – but happy to be, too.

Usopp felt like tearing his fucking hair out.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Zo-bro,” Franky said, butting in, “You can’t seriously be saying that, at some point, you found someone you wanted to marry. Like, together forever marry? And then actually did it? Without inviting any of us?”

Zoro scoffed, “Don’t see how my romantic relationship is anyone else’s business. And I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

Usopp’s head was reeling. Has he every heard Zoro even say the words “romantic” or “relationship” before? Zoro was a man of steel and harshness. Sure, Usopp knew very well by now that there was a special little soft spot in him that he only showed to a select few, to his nakama, and even then, only so very often, but this was a whole other league. Zoro has a secret relationship that is so important to him that he got married and now wears his ring everywhere he goes? And now he’s talking about it openly like it’s no big deal?

“Bu-but… When!?” Nami cried, seeming just as flabbergasted as Usopp. He’s glad he isn’t alone here.

“Little after Wano. Some spring island,” Zoro answered.

That was a stupid answer, though, because Wano was well over a year ago.

“You don’t even remember the name of the island?” Sanji snorted, acting far too casual considering the impossible thing happening.

“I was busy,” Zoro replied in a deadpan.

“Uh-huh,” Sanji said, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Usopp didn’t know if it was best to be mocking Zoro about this. If it happened. Which it probably didn’t. He was actually fairly convinced this was all a fever dream, to be honest.

“The Minello Isles?” Nami asked with a far-off look, brow furrowing. Leave it to their navigator to figure out which island Zoro could possibly mean. Usopp tried to think back, finding it difficult. They just came across so many little islands – not to mention not-islands like floating cities and traveling groves of vegetation – between their larger adventures and this one had been, reportedly, over a year ago.

“The ones with the hot springs?” Chopper chimed in. A memory clicked in place, then, of a cluster of spring islands in full bloom. They were littered with natural hot springs and all the tourist attractions they came with. The log pose had taken two weeks to set, so they had an unusually long amount of time to enjoy their stay.

Usopp mostly remembered spending time with Franky investigating some of the unique properties of the mineral deposits brought up by the springs. He also did his fair share of bathing and relaxing with everyone else, too.

Usopp tried to place Zoro there, on one of the idyllic islands. Showered and clean, his usually unruly green hair combed back and smoothed, dressed in a black tux with a bow tie. A red carnation poked out of his pocket. He stood at the top of one of the blooming hills, forcing himself to be patient yet clearly eager, as he nervously waited at an alter for his dearly beloved.

It was an actual impossibility.

“What a beautiful venue,” Robin said, sounding uncharacteristically dreamy. Oh god, was the weirdness spreading?

“Though it would be unfortunate if you were to fall into some of the less hospitable pools,” a smile coming to her face, “I understand their acid is… quite corrosive.” Usopp sent a prayer of thanks to literally anything listening. She was normal. Creepy, but normal.

Franky suddenly broke out in tears. “Zo-bro,” he cried, blowing his nose into a handkerchief (Usopp’s pretty sure he only programmed himself with tears and snot for the effect rather than true medical necessity), “That’s so super of you to commit to someone like that.”

“Do you even know how to talk long enough to say proper vows?” Nami asked. The words themselves sounded like an insult, but one look at how she tugged at her hair revealed that she was closer to incredibly anxious on Zoro’s behalf.

Zoro scoffed at her, offended nonetheless, “I managed.”

Sanji snickered.

Usopp couldn’t even conceive of what vows Zoro would say.

“A point of order, if I may,” Brook said, raising a boney hand and addressing Zoro directly, “Was this an actual wedding? That is to say, was there some sort of minister there to perform the ceremony, or any witnesses? Not that it truly matters, of course, as we are pirates who have no need for rules such as those.”

Yes, now someone was talking. Maybe Zoro was just fucking stupid. Maybe he thought if he liked someone and put an earring on and then literally told absolutely no one about it, they’d be as good as married. He has a funny working brain like that, it was actually not unprobeable.

“Luffy did it,” Zoro said.

“LUFFY!?” The table yelled, now swiftly changing focus to their captain.

Luffy sat at the head of the table, rubbing his full belly. Usopp looked down at his own forgotten plate. It was empty. Typical.

“Huh?” Luffy asked, aware now of the sudden attention since his feeding frenzy was finally over.

“You officiated Zoro’s wedding!?” Nami demanded.

“I did?”

Usopp sighed and rubbed his face. If Luffy really did officiate, then, as a ship’s captain, he would be capable of legally binding them. But it sounds like the affair doesn’t ring a bell. He could strangle Luffy, honestly. How do you wind up with a guy you really can’t be sure would remember officiating his first mate’s wedding?

“We bribed you with porkchops,” Zoro reminded helpfully.

The use of “we” sent an odd tingle up Usopp’s spine.

Luffy’s eyes glazed over, surely trying to parse one porkchop from another. A line of drool dropped down his chin even though he’d literally just eaten, the damn glutton. “Oh yeah!” he finally cried, breaking out in a wide smile, “Those were really good! Sanji, make those again sometime!”

Sanji returned the demand with a smile, always happy to hear requests of past dishes. “Sure,” he answered, looking like he was taking stock of their supplies in his head, “Next time we stock up I’ll get the right meat for it. Though, I have to admit, the pork on that island was exceptional. Maybe it had something to do with the hot springs?” Sanji discussed the matter so nonchalantly, as if food was in any way an important topic in this batshit conversation they were having. He supposed that for Luffy and Sanji food was always an important topic, but still.

Usopp revised his image of the alter. Now a Luffy in a suit stood before a podium (even in his imagination, Usopp couldn’t muster up a tie for him). Sanji, in a pressed suit even nicer than Zoro’s – not even actually trying to upstage Zoro for once, just happening to by merely being how he is – was off to the side, holding a platter of pork chops for their captain to eat off of as they waited for the final guest.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Usopp said, a realization suddenly hitting him, “You cooked the bribes for Luffy?”

“Well, duh.”

“So, you knew about Zoro getting married!?”

For the third time that meal the table went dead silent, everyone staring at their crewmate.

Sanji – the absolute rat bastard – had the nerve to shrug.

“Of course he did!” Luffy said, all grins and laughing, “He was there, after all!”

Well, that sure didn’t compute. It made absolutely no sense. Why, out of anyone on the crew, would Zoro let Sanji – and only Sanji – be present for his goddamn elopement? And then Sanji had said absolutely nothing about it? There was no teasing at all? There was no way in this lifetime that he could have ammunition as fucking good as Zoro getting on one knee and not bring it into literally every argument they have ever had since.

Where had Sanji been on that island if not spreading whatever happened at that wedding? There was no way there wasn’t massive dirt there of either Zoro being completely stone faced the whole time or being somehow pathetically romantic (Usopp wanted to puke at the concept). Sanji should’ve been singing about the whole affair for weeks. Now that Usopp thought about it, he hadn’t really seen Sanji those two weeks, though. Then again, each of the little islands that made up the area had slightly different foods – some coordinated tourist thing to encourage people to explore the whole area instead of just the most popular stops – so he’d just written it off as Sanji exploring the cuisine.

Had Sanji, what, isolated himself for those two weeks? Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to help but to spill the beans? But why would he care about Zoro’s secrecy though? They fought like cats and dogs! Sanji’s job on deck was first as cook and second as personally-appointed-Zoro-annoyer, (not that Zoro didn’t deserve it; he once watched Zoro walk over to where Sanji was sitting down for once in his life, mumble like three words to the guy, and Sanji’s face immediately flew into such a bright redness that he literally – and Usopp does really mean literally – caught on fire. Sanji had dragged them off to an entirely different part of the ship to have what was almost certainly a fucking hell of a battle.) so why would Sanji ever keep a secret like this?

“Luffy!” Nami scolded, breaking Usopp out of his thoughts and bringing him back to the conversation, “Do you even understand how serious marriage is!?”

“Sure I do,” Luffy shrugged, picking his nose because he was a literal five-year-old. “They said they’d take care of each other and now they’re doing just that. For like, forever.” If it weren’t for the nose picking and the matter-of-fact tone, Usopp would almost think that was sweet.

“Wow,” Chopper said, little stars in his eyes, “So human marriage is about taking care of each other forever?” It was actually sweet to see the little reindeer starstruck at the concept. Usopp guessed that as a doctor, caring for other people meant an awful lot to him.

“That’s so SUPER beautiful,” Franky cried, at this point creating a puddle.

“That’s why I keep saying no to Hancock,” Luffy explains, still far too laid back for this conversation, “She keeps trying to marry me, but I don’t have time to take care of some lady for forever. That’s just way too long!”

“Ah, the beautiful Boa Hancock,” Sanji predictably swooned, hearts in his eyes, “If only she’d asked me to marry her; I would be at her lovely beck and call at this very moment.”

Usopp rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure she’ll come around again sometime,” Robin said, “Why don’t you ask her then?” Her question was oddly sharp, like a pin looking to spear a butterfly’s wing to cork.

“You’re so incredibly bright as always, Robin,” Sanji purred, because he was an idiot, “And so kind to look out for my dreams like that.” Usopp’s not sure exactly what that question was aimed at, but he’s pretty sure that wasn’t it. “Alas,” he cried, dramatically leaning back, his wrist resting on his forehead limply like some sort of damsel, “My hand is already spoken for.”

Usopp blinked at him. What? Something here wasn’t processing. What the hell did that mean? Already spoken for?

“Sanji…” Nami said, sounding unsure and upset, “…You’re not talking about Pudding, are you?”

Sanji’s dramatically anguished face curdled like spoiled milk. “What? No!” he said. Relief washed through Usopp almost before concern had. “Don’t get me wrong,” he continued, recovering, “She’s a beautiful, kind, clever, sweet girl and all, but she’s literally 16. I just… I can’t really feel that way about someone that much younger than me. And I knew her for like a week. A very stressful week. During which she tried to kill me. Which, I have forgiven her for, but still.”

There was a collective sigh of relief around the table. Everyone had kind of had their one-on-one time with Sanji about the whole incident, and it seemed so far in the past now, but some wounds run deep. Such clear denial was good to hear.

“Then, Sanji-san,” Brook said, “If my ears did not deceive me – not that I have any, mind you, yohohoho! – then I would be led to believe that someone else has laid claim to your heart?”

“Wait, yeah!” Usopp yelled, pointing an accusatory finger, “Who the hell else would you get married to?” And since when were they talking about Sanji getting married to someone? Wasn’t this supposed to be an investigation into Zoro’s marriage? How many people on this ship are getting married behind everyone’s backs!?

“Ugh, a complete brute,” Sanji answered, now leaning his head in one hand, arm resting on the table, “Literally the opposite of those gorgeous ladies. No soft skin, no delicate hands, no supple curves, no luscious long hair. Pretty much a brick wall in both body and mind.”

Usopp blinked at him yet again. What the fuck did literally any of that mean? He can’t comprehend the words, let alone the associated tone. Sanji was supposed to be talking about his spouse (Fiancé? is he saying he’s already married or just promised? What the fuck?) but he wasn’t doing any of his normal twirling. Hell, it sounded a lot like he was complaining, which was so not mister romance extraordinaire like he normally is about love and beauty.

As Usopp tried to find anything usable in what Sanji said, a shiver suddenly ran down his spine. He turned to Zoro to see him glaring at Sanji hard from across the table. Usopp shied away, knowing the start of one of their fights when he sees it.

“You know, if you didn’t want to, you could’ve just told me no,” Zoro said gruffly.

“Hm,” Sanji said, tilting his head in his hand and making a face like he was actually thinking about it, “Should I have?”

Zoro’s glare intensified. “I don’t know, cook,” the title is said with shrapnel sticking out of each letter and Usopp could feel a spring somewhere being coiled dangerously tight, “Should you have?”

“Hm,” Sanji said again, looking Zoro up and down, examining him. He must be trying to guess what move Zoro will attack him with. Not that Usopp really understood why this is starting a fight between the two, but that’s like half of their fights for him.

Suddenly, though, Sanji’s face did something completely insane. It softened into his supporting hand, basically melting into it. His lips became a soft, involuntary smile. His eyes, though, are the biggest change. They fill with a kind of gentle softness Usopp has only ever seen very few times in his life. He’s seen it in his mother’s eyes when she laughed at one of his lies, in Kaya’s when she waved them off, in Ace’s when he bid his little brother farewell. Sanji’s eyes were full of fondness and love. And they were looking directly at Zoro as if they were the only two in the room.

“Nah, I guess not.”

Zoro blew a bit of air out of his nose in way of a laugh and suddenly his entire miasma of doom dissipated. The spring that was coiled so tightly became a silk ribbon, falling away like nothing. He looked away, towards the table, as if holding Sanji’s soft gaze was simply too much for him. A small smile slipped across his face and Usopp saw his dimples for the first time in what felt like years. His face was dusted pink.

“Good,” is all he said.

That’s it, Usopp decided, this literally cannot be real. Brook’s mouth was on the floor, Robin looked smug, Chopper was whipping his head between Sanji and Zoro trying to figure out what was happening, Nami looked completely shell shocked, Franky had his glasses lifted as he stared in astonishment at the two, and Luffy had fallen asleep at the table. The only logical conclusion he could possibly arrive at is that he tripped, hit his head, and was dreaming all of this in a coma.

The only other logical conclusion, if he followed all the clues, read all the signs, was in-fact not logical in the least. If he wasn’t insane or dreaming, then…

“Cook-bro…” Franky said, unusually careful, “Did you… marry Zo-bro?”

Silence hung in the air for a heartbeat, then another.

Then Sanji, without breaking his gaze, dug a thumb under his shirt collar and pulled out a gold chain. Usopp had seen that chain before shining out when Sanji undid a couple buttons on his collared shirts or appearing under the loose collar of the too-big t-shirts he often wears to bed. He’d never thought to ask about it before, nor considered that there might be something at the end of the chain. Yet, as Sanji pulled it from his shirt, it was clear he maybe should have.

“Yup,” he said, popping the “p”, and smiled wide like a complete dopey loser.

Sitting there on the chain, held up by Sanji’s hand, was a classic, simple gold ring.

A wedding band.

Zoro’s blush deepened, reaching the tip of his ears, and kissing his own wedding band.

Usopp hoped someone outside of his coma was watering his plants.

#my writing #fanfic #zoro #sanji #zosan #sanzo #marriage #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #attempt at humor #please read #chapter two coming soon #it will be all kinds of frue frue fluff and stuff #one piece #one piece fanfiction #zosan fanfiction

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thesevro · 3 years

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So I read desert rose and loved it. It gave me an idea for an imagine where Sukuna and the reader kinda have a relationship like Hades and Persephone. They meet at first, not fond of each other, but they start to understand each other and slowly they fall in love. Not just any love but one that's so deep that it envelops them, a love so deep its embedded into their soul. You can add smut if you want, I don't mind. I just thought that this would be amazing!

thank you for the first request i’ve received here on tumblr!!

this shit actually turned out longer than i thought it would. i got a little carried away. ahuhuhu~~ hope you enjoy this anon bby!!

WARNINGS: mentions of rape, sukuna calls you a whore and a slut AWOOGA, explicit smut

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“No man has ever survived that curse.”

Her laugh cuts the air. It is dangerous. Snorting and derisive. The absolute opposite of the slack-jawed shock on his tattooed countenance.

“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not a man.”

Her hands spin in a small, tight circle, focusing the cursed energy in the tiny space of power she traces with her hands. She stares at the man with unblinking eyes. Bears insults down on him with the laughter in her eyes.

“You fucking bitch,” he seethes, hissing at the scorn curling her mouth. He does not need his hands to form his own curse. It only takes another vilifying look at her for one more curse to fly in her direction. He breathes an aggravated breath through his nose as one of her servants takes the shot instead, performing the same technique with their own hands.

“Ooh, that one was a little weaker, don’t you think?” she mocks, then turns to her servant with a pleased smile on her lips. “Good boy.”

The boy simpers at the praise, leaning into the touch the woman pets onto his head. Sukuna loses control at the casualness, the apathy. To have such inferior, lowly beings smile in his presence… for them to have the fucking nerve to even meet his eyes…

He is the King of Curses. Whoever the fuck it is this woman may be, he knows he has to put her and her proletarian flunkeys in their damn places.

His four hands tremble as a wild rush of cursed energy pulses through his veins. A manic grin cuts his frown into a smile.

I’m going to fucking kill you.

But in the next moment, his hands begin to tremble for a wholly different reason. His blood goes cold.

“You know, you aren’t that bad-looking for someone with two faces and a mouth on their stomach.” The woman traces the frowning tincture of a smile on his stomach, arm raised into the air in order to reach it. She almost stands on her tip-toes. Even with her diminutive stature she seems to be the most powerful in the obliterated room.

When did she—?

“If you accept defeat, your highness…” A sharp, sardonic quip comes to make him fraught with wrath, “Then I might just let you live and have you become one of my menials instead. You could do plenty with those four arms of yours.”

Her fingers have opened the mouth on his stomach. Now she only tries to prick the pads of her strong fingers on the razor-edged ridges of teeth there, awaiting his answer with easy patience. Her hand grows sticky with his slobber.

“She could kill you in seconds, King,” the boy from earlier speaks up. “Could just grab that tongue in your stomach and wrench it upward ‘till the tip of it comes out one o’ your eye sockets.”

“Oh, don’t spoil my fun Jackie,” she says, still playing with the mouth on his abdomen. “I was planning to keep it a surprise for our man here.”

“I’ll be part of your fucking band of delinquents,” he interrupts, locking eyes with the woman, head lowered. “But you will make me the superior of the rest of your blue-collared pack of idiots.”

“You’re going to have to work for that, Ryomen-chan.” She flashes a smile at him. Her hand slips further into the mouth on his abdomen. He knows what she’s doing. Tempting him into trying to bite her hand off, if only so she could acquire an excuse to kill him.

And no one. No one fucking gave her the authority to call him Ryomen-chan.

“I don’t fucking care,” he snaps back at her, grabbing her hand before quickly relaxing his grip. He falters ever so slightly as something in her eyes goes dark, then with a begrudging gentleness slips her hand out of the mouth. “I’m already part of your ragged band of lackeys, bitch. So fucking tell me what it is you me to do.”

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He hates her with his entire being. With each day that passes he thinks of slitting her throat open and raping her as she dies. It is a train of thought that has been of much prominence since he was forced to join her group of brainless monkeys.

And he hates this, too, but he can’t say it’s all that bad. It’s much better than letting the bitch climb onto his shoulders and stand on his head to gain the elevated vantage she constantly insists is necessary to scout the area. When she has the ability to fucking fly. Fucking dumbass.

So, yes. This isn’t… as demeaning as the rest of the orders she gives him.

“No, Ryomen-chan, you’re supposed to twist that strand over the middle one—oh, you’re hopeless.”

Scratch that.

“That is the middle strand, bi—Ms. (Y/N),” he disguises the anger shaking in his voice with a call of her title, then shoves the strands of hair between his fingers to the front of her face. “Are you fucking blind?”

“As opposed to your deluded delusion, Ryomen-chan, this is the middle strand.” She holds a lock of her hair, plucking it from between his fingers. Something thumps in his chest as her fingers brush his palm. “Are you blind? Now that would be a horrible addition to your already damaged brain.”

“Let me fucking try again then. Give it here.”

Jeez. No one said styling a woman’s hair would be this… toilsome.

“No, let me show you how to do it, Ryomen-chan. Sit down.”

His knees bend as she shoves him down onto the plush pillow she uses when presenting herself as the Queen of Curses (a title he finds himself unable to contradict, fuck). His brows furrow and he turns back to protest but she only grips his chin in her fingers, her eyes meeting his, and snaps his head forward.

“I said let me show you.”

Something thuds in his chest again. He wills for it to shut the fuck up.

Her hand falls from his face, though her fingers stroke the bottom of his chin with the fleeting touch of danger before her hand moves to twine into his hair. He sits still, the breathless tightness in his chest soon giving way to ennui as he watches her braid his hair from the mirror. He finds himself observing the way her eyes glaze over with focus as she styles his hair. For the quickest second he wonders how hazy her eyes would go with him inside her.

“Alright, done. Did you take notes, Ryomen-chan? That was an important… lesson…”

Her voice falters. He looks back at her and finds her eyes on his legs. Particularly on something protruding from between his thighs.

“Sukuna... I just braided your hair—”

“Not. Another. Word.”

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The first time he slides inside her, it’s like fucking himself into heaven.

He makes no sound as he fucks her, as she lets him fuck her, but everything in his head has blurred together to narrow his vision to only the sight of her beneath him.

He’s missed fucking women. Missed being inside them. He hates the fact that she is better than any bitch he has ever shoved his cock into.

He tries to keep his head in the crook of her neck. But then her legs hook together from around his waist, fingers curling into the hands he’s pinned to her wrists, and she’s moaning like the bitch in heat she really is. The curiosity to watch her face as he fucks her overwhelms him completely.

The touch she shares with his hands is more intimate than it should be. It’s as if his hands keep her grounded, keep her here with him as he makes her cum.

Her back arches, and a third hand of his grips the small of her back to keep it arched, so that her stomach touches the mouth on his own abdomen.

For some fucking reason he wants to give her all the pleasure he can. Make her go cross-eyed. Fuck her 'till she goes stupid with sex.

He lets the mouth on his stomach fall open. The tongue there is long enough to slide between their bodies, wet enough to slither between them with ease. He smirks with the smile of a devil as the Queen of Curses, his only superior, cries out in pleasure as the tip of his tongue curls around the free space between their joined bodies. His tongue flicks her clit. Dips inside her to join the fullness of his cock. His eyes shut in lazy pleasure as she squeezes him tighter.

She has the body of a virgin. He can tell she’s only been touched once or twice in the past, judging from the way her dominance had fluctuated the moment she finished undressing him. Her touches were hesitant. Apprehensive. But for some reason she had also sought his pleasure, had taken his cock in her mouth and sucked not like an inexperienced little village girl but a masterful whore.

He says it now, “The Queen of Curses, Ms. (Y/N), now the desperate bitch of her King.” A chuckle rumbles in his chest as she trembles in the wash of her fourth orgasm. He knows how many she’s had. He’s been counting; plans to give her ten. “A slut in the sheets, a queen in the streets. How delightful.”

And this, this makes the slut cum.

And when she does, her authority returns. With a look of glaze-eyed intoxication in her eyes, she pushes his behemothic body off her, and rides him until he finally says her name.

And at that point, he knows not whether he is her whore, or she is his. All he knows is that it’s fucking good to be inside her, and that she sounds and feels better than any other hole he's fucked.

The next time he fucks her, there are braids in her hair.

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The First Year

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapters will have additional warning when necessary.

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Part I - The First Year

Hogwarts will be fun was the first thought you had when you opened the letter in your hands.

Tony, your older brother, ruffled your hair slightly as he came down into the kitchen and watched you open the mail.

"Your letter finally arrived, huh, little witch?" He joked with a smile as he sat down at the table.

"I can't wait to go!" You commented excitedly rereading the acceptance letter for the third time.

"Miss, after coffee, can we go to diagonal alley if you like?" Jarvis, your butler, asked you politely as he poured Tony's coffee making you hesitate slightly. Tony, who had his eye on you, forced a smile as he patted you on the arm.

"I'll go with you, don't worry." He assured and you nodded.

"I wish dad would come." You grumble as you sit down and Tony sighs.

" Yeah, me too." He says. "But you know he's busy, and we can't leave it to the last minute."

You mumble in agreement as you serve some sweetbreads on your plate.

Eating in silence for a few moments, you are startled slightly when Tony lets out an exclamation.

"Damn, I forgot to write back to Steve." He announces getting up and walking over to the next shelf where there were some stationery and pen.

"Your boyfriend will be upset." You tease lightly, and Tony mumbles softly without responding.

When he finishes writing the letter, he goes to the kitchen window and opens the metal, whistling loudly in a familiar rhythm. A few seconds later, Iron, his barn owl lands in front of him. Tony stroked the animal gently before dangling the letter in his paws.

" Please take this to Steve, Iron." He ordered and the animal made a noise before flying away again.

"Jarvis, I'll get ready to go." You tell the man as soon as you finish eating and head off toward the stairs.

//-//

Diagonal Alley is a noisy place.

Tony asked you to walk beside him, but you stopped walking at the first Quidditch shop you spotted, and he had to turn back halfway when he noticed you were no longer beside him.

"Don't do that." He warned, mildly annoyed, but you glazed over at the exposed broom in front of you, and he let out a chuckle when he noticed. "Come on, Y/N, you already have a broom."

"But that's no ordinary broom." You retorted with an impressed look. "It's a Nimbus 2000, it's the fastest broom there is."

"You have the 99, I don't understand the difference." He retorted with his hands in his pockets and you shrugged.

"Tony, can we buy it?" You asked pleadingly, making your brother laugh slightly.

"Let's buy your stuff first please" He retorted with a smile and you grumbled but accepted the arm he offered for you to hang on. Jarvis walked behind you with a keen eye on your surroundings.

After you had bought the vast majority of your supplies and replenished your stocks of potions items for Tony, Jarvis took you to Blossoms and Blurbs to buy this year's books.

"Good morning! Hogwarts, third and first year books, please." You heard Jarvis tell the clerk who approached you three. Tony nodded his head signaling you to feel free to walk around the bookstore in the meantime, and that is exactly what you did.

You found many interesting books in the place as you walked among the shelves. One in particular caught your attention, as there seemed to be little miniature magical creatures trying to jump out of the cover, and you grabbed it on a table, watching the item carefully.

You smiled when an ink dragon jumped into your hand, moving your head as if you were looking around. Distracted by the book, you let out a low exclamation when someone bumped into you.

"Sorry, kid." You heard a female voice speak in a humorous tone. It is a girl taller than you, short red hair. "I ended up tripping over some of those runner books."

"It's okay." You said with a smile. The girl looked at the one book in your hands for a moment.

"Do you enjoy creature tracts?" She asks casually as she reaches for a book on the bookshelf beside her.

"I don't know yet." You say and she looks at you slightly confused, "I never studied."

"Ah, first-year." She understands and you nod in agreement. "Hogwarts too or some other?"

"Hogwarts."

"Cool, I guess I'll see you there then." She says. "I'm from Slytherin, third year."

You let out a surprised exclamation.

"Maybe you know my brother." You say and the girl takes her gaze from the books in her hand she was checking to look at you with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. "His name is Tony Stark, he's also from your house."

The girl lets out a short laugh.

"I can't believe you are Stark's sister." She says. "We're not exactly friends, but I've seen him around the dorm several times. And your brother is a pain in the ass, by the way."

You laugh lightly, agreeing.

"I am Natasha Romanoff." She introduces herself next, balancing her books in one hand to greet you. You introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "Good luck with your books." She says before turning away.

You think it's cool that you already know someone besides your brother before you start at Hogwarts.

//-//

Buying your wand is a rather strange experience.

Mr. Ollivander has a glint in his eye as if he knows everyone's secrets, and seems to disappear and reappear in his store very easily.

Tony sat on one of the stools while he waited for you, and Jarvis went to buy something for you two to eat.

After trying almost five wands, and exploding a glass vase when he tried the last one, Mr. Ollivander sighed.

"Sorry, I don't know why it's not working." You asked feeling nervous, but he smiled.

"Don't worry, dear." He said. "Difficult customers are so much fun."

He walked back in between the shelves after that, and then reappeared with three new packages.

"I remember when Howard Stark bought his wand." He told smiling nostalgically as you opened one of the packages, a black wand in front of you. "Phoenix, Cedar, slightly flexible."

"Dad has changed wands thousands of times." Added Tony wryly, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to mind.

The wand you tested let out a faint spark when you tried to cast a simple conjuration spell, and the man in front of you was quick to take it from your hand the next second.

"I think I have a better idea." He announced turning around, and then climbed the ladder supported by the wall, picking up a package at the top.

"Try this one dear." He asked handing you a dark wand, the wood was shiny, a color you didn't know exactly what it was, but it was beautiful.

When you grabbed the item, you felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your hand, and the wand vibrated slightly for a few seconds, causing Ollivander to let out a noise of excitement.

"You see, I knew I would find an owner for you dear." He spoke and you realized that he was speaking with the item in your hands. Soon he turned his gaze back to you. "Take good care of this one, will you, it was quite difficult to get dark elf blood for the core."

"R-right." You said with a slight frown, not quite sure what to make of that information.

Tony laughed lightly at the interaction, he should be used to Mr. Ollivander's eccentric manner by now, since he kept breaking his wands just like your father and often returned to the store to get a new one.

After paying, you and Tony met Jarvis outside, he was carrying some sweet rolls.

//-//

July ended too quickly for your happiness. You were very eager to go to school.

You spent most of August at home, playing quidditch with Tony in the backyard, curiously reading the magic books you bought, and trying to peek into the basement where your father worked, but he always caught you looking and smiled, asking you to go back to your room.

You would like your father to take you to the station, but he said he had a magic conference in September, and would be traveling for the next few weeks. Tony was upset, but he put his arm around your shoulders and asked you to hurry to get your bags.

When you finally got to the station, you were slightly nervous about going through a wall, but Tony laughed, and showed you how to go first.

You hugged Jarvis good-bye before following your brother along the way.

Tony dragged you across the train cars to the first empty cabin he could find. He commented that it would be nice if you made your own friends, but that he would like you to sit with him.

So here you were, sitting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Tony's best friends since the first year. The boys smiled encouragingly at you. You already knew them, because Tony kept inviting them to spend holidays with him all the time.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your vacation?" Steve asked as soon as you sat down next to him. You shrugged, saying that it was nice, but that you were looking forward to attending Hogwarts.

Soon the boys started talking about what they were excited about next year, and you did your best to keep up, not knowing exactly who the people they mentioned were, or knowing the classes they talked about.

Many minutes after the train was moving, a girl opened the cabin door.

"Hey, strangers." She greeted with a smile.

"Hi Peggy." Steve said with a smile, you frowned at the slight scowl on your brother's face.

"They're calling for us in the prefects compartment, Steve." She warned and Steve nodded, getting up. He and the girl then left, and Tony crossed his arms.

"What's wrong?" You asked noticing his posture and the way Bucky had a little smile on his face.

"It's nothing." Grumbled your brother, and as he turned his face to the window, Bucky who was standing in front of you, whispered to you.

"Tony thinks Peggy likes Steve." He recounted. "So he doesn't like Peggy very much."

"Oh." You said, pretending to understand the whole plot. It didn't make much sense to you because everyone couldn't be friends, but you figured that when you were your brother's age you would understand better.

//-//

The Hogwarts Express only stopped at night.

Properly uniformed, you smiled when your brother patted you on the shoulder, telling you that he would meet you at the castle, since the first-year students had to go by boat.

Your hands were sweating a little as you walked up to the extraordinarily tall man who introduced himself as Drax.

"First-year students, please, six in each boat." He shouted to the crowd, and the students moved closer together.

You sat in one of the first little boats, five other children you didn't know surrounding you.

"I'm so excited." A blonde girl commented cheerfully, waving her hands. She smiled at everyone as she introduced herself as "Harley Quinn".

"I bet you''ll blow something up once we get there, Harley" Added a redheaded girl sitting next to you, you could tell by her tone that they were probably friends. The blonde, Harley, laughed.

"Shut up, Ivy." She said, and then Drax was back, climbing into one of the boats beside her. He checked the boats one last time, then waved his hand, and the transports began to move.

Everyone, including you, let out a chorus of excitement.

When you noticed the castle, you smiled. It was huge, and just as amazing as Tony used to tell you.

"Wow, it must be amazing to fly over all that." You quietly observed, and the girl next to you turned her head in your direction, smiling.

"Do you like flying?" She asked, and you nodded. She looked at you for a moment and then held out her hand to greet you. "I am Diana. Diana Prince."

"Hi, Diana." You said introducing yourself next. "Do you also like to fly?"

"I love it." She says. "I hope i can make it onto the team."

"I don't know if the first-years have any chance, but I'll be rooting for you." You assure, and Diana smiles.

When the boats stop in the harbor, the students are all excited to get out and see the castle, but Drax's almost intimidating posture makes everyone properly behaved.

He leads the crowd to the staircase, and then there is a lobby. There is a woman waiting for everyone, her strict posture makes you think she is someone you wouldn't want to upset.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announces. "I am Professor Okoye, head of Gryffindor house."

The students exchange burbles next, but the teacher's gaze shuts them up almost immediately.

"As long as you are here, your houses will be like your families." She continues. "Your triumphs will earn you points, and if you break any rules, those points will be taken away."

She says, casting a disapproving glance at one of the students in the corner, who giggled. "In a few moments we will begin the sorting hat ceremony."

The teacher then turns around, heading toward a large bronze door, and talking to someone on the other side. You hear someone laughing near you, and you turn your head to the side in curiosity.

It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as he balanced one of the gold cups he picked up from the surrounding shelves. You thought he would be in trouble if he knocked it over, and this seemed to be exactly the same opinion as the girl next to him, who was looking at him disapprovingly.

"Stop being an idiot, Peter, put that back." She complained and he laughed, shrugging.

"Gamora, you're a spoilsport you know." He retorted and when he put the cup back, it spun and fell to the floor, breaking into several pieces. The boy turned pale as Teacher Okoye turned her head in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to them.

"Reparo" You said drawing your wand as you pointed at the broken object. Some children let out impressed exclamations when they saw the bowl form again, but you just put your wand away in shame. It was no big deal. Okoye caught up with the three of you next, looking reproachfully at the boy.

"I expect better behavior during the ceremony, sir..."

"Quill"

"Mister Quill." She completed and took one last look at the boy that had with his head down before turning back to the front of the crowd again, waving for the students to follow her.

"Hey, that was pretty cool." Peter commented beside you as you walked. You shrugged, focusing on the path.

//-//

The sorting hat was something exceptional.

Tony never told you how the choice was made, and you knew it was only to annoy you. He had sometimes joked that the students faced each other in a duel, and even though you told him to shut up, you had a look at his spell book before you came.

The actual ceremony was much simpler, however.

When it was your turn to climb onto the small stool, you bit your lips, hoping that everything would go smoothly. Just as the old cloth of the hat fell over your eyes, blocking your view of the rest of the hall, you heard a voice in your head.

" Hello, dear, no need to be so nervous." Announced the hat gently. "You are a curious little thing, I see."

"Is that a good thing?" You thought, and the hat chuckled lightly.

"It might be." He said mysteriously. "Interesting what I see here. Very interesting."

"What are you seeing?"

"Your memories, dear."

"Oh." You thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. That seemed like an intrusion of your privacy. The hat laughed again, and you remembered that he was on your head.

"You're hard to sort out." He says, and you squeeze the stool. "Don't worry, I'm not going to send you home, that's not how it works."

"Oh, right."

Hat was silent a few moments.

"I see courage in your heart." He says and you try to remember the characteristics of the houses. "But that courage is well forged with your loyalty."

You swallow dryly, feeling your anxiety rising. This was definitely taking much longer than the people who went before you.

"You are as smart as your father and brother, both members of the Slytherin house." He says. "There's a willingness not to let them down."

"That's personal." You grumble feeling your cheeks flush, but the hat doesn't care to apologize for bringing up your insecurities.

"Ah, this is interesting here. A pure kindness, yet pruned in your origins of shallow paternal affection”.

You frown, not understanding what he is saying.

"You are quite adaptable child, it has always been one of your best virtues." The hat remarks, and you get the impression that the next part is only said for you. "Tell me, where would you like to stay?"

"Isn't that your job?" You retort in thought, and hear him laugh again. You rush to correct yourself, not wanting to be rude. "Sorry, hat. I don't really know. I'd like to stay where I fit in best."

"You would do well anywhere." He retorts, and you frown. "And that's pretty impressive, you know. I haven't met another hatstall since the last century."

You swallow dryly, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'll work hard, sir." You tell him. "I don't want people to think I'm a special witch just because of my family. That's something I'm sure, I don't know if it helps you choose."

Hat lets out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, that's exactly what I needed."

It takes a moment for him to speak again, and when he does, you feel your whole body shake.

"Hufflepuff"

//-//

Steve Rogers is the head boy of Hufflepuff and he celebrates excitedly when you sit down at the table next to him.

"That's so cool" He comments. "I'll be able to tease Tony all year about it."

After that, director Agatha Harkness, made the announcement of the beginning of the year. If her goal was to scare the students, she succeeded when she talked about the deadly dangers surrounding the forbidden forest and the punishments for the disobedient. Professor Strange interrupted her speech as he cleared his throat, awkwardly waving for Agatha to stop saying such things, and the woman giggled.

Dinner is delicious, and then you are following the crowd of students into the communal rooms.

"Butterbeer" Steve said to the portrait on the wall, and you blinked in surprise when the painting moved to the side, a door behind.

You sighed when you realized how cozy the Hufflepuff's common room was.

"Everyone please come in." Asked Steve in the center of the room, waving to the students who stayed behind. When everyone was around him, he smiled. "The dorms are divided by gender, but you can sleep wherever you feel most comfortable. I will only suggest that none of you try to sleep with the seventh graders, because they are scary." Steve joked making the crowd laugh lightly. "We have a supply of food in those lockers, just in case you feel like having a snack in the early morning, outside of the permitted hours for walking around the castle." He continues and stands thoughtfully for a few moments. "Most of the things you need to know are on the bulletin board on that wall, and you can also ask me anything you want. Your belongings have already been taken to the free beds, but if you want any help, you can organize among yourselves or just come talk to me."

Steve smiled as the crowd moved. You headed in the direction where he said the rooms were.

//-//

You let out a surprised exclamation as something landed on your head.

"Damn, sorry!" Asked an asian girl approaching you, and pulling the small being out of your hair as you entered the room. "Groot, I told you to behave yourself."

"I am groot." Grumbled the little creature. You looked at it wide-eyed, impressed.

"Wow, is that a tree?"

The girl laughed, putting the small creature sitting on her shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the one you identified as having your things.

"Yes and no." She said. "I found Groot in my garden over the vacations, and well, I don't know what he is exactly. But I think he was trying to make my mother's plants grow."

"He's really cute." You commented approaching with your finger extended. Groot smiled, accepting your touch.

"I am Mantis." Says the girl next and you smile at her as you introduce yourself. "We're going to be roommates."

"Yes, and so is Groot." You add as you take off your cape to throw on the bed that would be yours.

After eating so well at dinner, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You dream of glowing green eyes and a red light, but you don't recognize them or understand what it means, and when you wake up, you no longer remember.

//-//

Two weeks since you started at Hogwarts, you are used to how eccentric everything can be.

The classes weren't as difficult as you imagined, but that's probably because you've had contact with magic all your life and always had an easy time learning things. All the teachers were unique in their own way.

Professor Rocket, for example, taught Transfiguration and spent almost the entire period transfigured into a raccoon, even outside of class hours. He was temperamental and got irritated very easily when students talked too much in his class, so it was not recommended to do so.

There was also Professor Fury, who had an eye patch as a mandatory piece in his daily costume, and all the students spent more time trying to guess how this happened, than listening to his explanations of defense spells against the dark art.

Your astronomy class on Wednesdays was taught by Professor Odin, who like to claim that he was a descendant of the Olympian gods, but no one believed him. He was also the father of two of your classmates, Thor and Loki Odinson, who were the exact opposite of each other. While Thor was warm and friendly, Loki was cold and reclusive, plus the former was from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. Surprisingly, you liked them both.

You ended up meeting the head of your house only on the second day.

Professor Heimdall taught Divination, so you wouldn't have any classes with him until the third year.You bumped into him when you were late for fifth period and had to run to the common room for your Potions books, and almost fell on the floor when you turned the corner without looking and the professor was there. He prevented you from falling with a wave of his wand, smiling gently.

" Forgive me." You said clumsily, feeling slightly intimidated by the yellow irises as the magic set you on your feet properly, as well as catching your books in the air and placing them in your hands again.

"Be careful with the castle corridors, Miss Stark." Said the man, and for some reason, you thought he wasn't just talking about this little incident.

"Professor Heimdall, let's talk in a private place, please." Asked Professor Okoye, who was standing at his side, she looked at you with a certain disapproval, and you couldn't tell whether it was because of your intrusion, or the fact that your tie was hanging loosely around your neck, in addition to the open buttons on your shirt.

After this little incident, you asked Steve who Professor Heimdall was, and he explained that he was the head of Hufflepuff, and might seem intimidating at first glance, but that he was very kind.

But so far, the professor who has intrigued you the most was Professor Erik Lehnsherr, who taught Potions. He didn't say anything that wasn't related to the subject, didn't make any comments about behavior or events at school. And he had such a stern and mysterious look in his eyes that no student had the courage to ask him anything. You heard Peter Quill make a bet with Thor Odinson that Professor Erik was unable to smile because of some particular sorcery, but you thought it best not to laugh, especially since Mr. Lehnsherr was looking at your direction.

When you had your first Potions period with Slytherin, after herbology professor T'Challa needed to reschedule classes for an appointment, you were surprised to discover that professor Lehnsherr had children.

Gamora ended up on the same bench as you, and she was talking to her sister, Nebula, about an incident that occurred in their dormitory.

"Clearly, the professors' children have an easy time getting away with punishment." Nebula bitterly remarked, and you frowned in confusion.

"I don't think it was the girl's fault." Gamora retorted as she put the ingredients into her cauldron. She looked at you quickly, realizing that you were listening to the conversation, but she didn't scold you, she just kept stirring the mixture.

"What happened?" you asked next, and Nebula looked at you with mild irritation. She seemed about to tell you to mind your own business, but Gamora smiled, moving closer to whisper to you.

"A girl lost her temper in the Slytherin dorm bathrooms last night." She told. "She's a second year, her name is Wanda Maximoff. She and her brother are Professor Lehnsherr's kids, and everyone is saying that she didn't go to detention because of it."

Your jaw dropped, impressed.

"I can't believe Magneto has children." You said making Gamora and Nebula laugh at the nickname. Last week you found out that the school had been calling Erik that since he stopped the hall chandelier from falling on the teachers' desk two years ago when he used non-verbal magic to attract the metal, and everyone started calling him that behind his back. Tony told you and you liked the story.

"I know right, he seems so self-contained." Gamora remarked looking back briefly. Professor Erik was focused on his own potions book.

"That noisy kid from Gryffindor said he's married." Nebula added next and Gamora laughed lightly.

"Peter Quill?"

"Yes."

"Wow, that's surprising." Says the girl. You both return to stirring your cauldrons in silence after that little conversation.

When you have finished your mixing, Professor Erik gives Hufflepuff five points for your good work, and you smile with red cheeks.

"You're nice." Nebula suddenly said beside you as you were leaving the room. Gamora stood next to her. "Do you want to walk around with us?"

"We're already walking." You joked and Gamora laughed unlike her sister who grimaced.

"Yep, definitely cool." She added. "Do you want to have lunch with us?"

"At your table or mine?"

Gamora and Nebula exchanged glances.

"I'm not sitting with Hufflepuff." Nebula declared and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"You know I'm from Hufflepuff, right?"

"I'm reconsidering the invitation." She retorted and you frowned, but Gamora smiled at you.

"Will you sit with us, please?"

You sighed, nodding in agreement. You could talk to Tony after all.

//-//

Lunch at the Slytherin table became an everyday thing after that day. It took two weeks for Mantis to start joining you, and then you realized that you had a small group of friends now.

At Christmas, neither you nor Tony came home, because your father was working and you didn't want to be alone in the Stark mansion. You ended up turning down Tony's invitation to spend Christmas with Steve Rogers and his family, because you weren't really friends with Steve. Tony insisted, not wanting you to be alone, but you assured him that you would be fine in the company of your friends, and that he needn't worry.

On Christmas morning, Groot woke you up by jumping on your face. You laughed lightly because he was so small that he was like a tickle, and stood up as you returned the little creature to Mantis' bedside table.

A few hours later, as you were opening your presents at the Slytherin table along with Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Peter Quill, who had also stayed at Hogwarts for the end of the year, you let out an excited exclamation.

"I can' believe it." You spoke, opening the package in front of you. It was a large box, it was bewitched and only revealed the actual wrapping once you tore the paper off. It was actually a broom.

"Wow, that's cool." Peter remarked as he looked at your present.

That's how you ended up in the middle of the snow, testing your new broom while your friends cheered and celebrated below you.

"Are you sure you can fly?" You asked Peter as soon as he asked you if he could ride. He shrugged, smiling.

You and the girls watched as he controlled the broom for a few feet above the ground, and then he overspeeded it and sped away.

You all ran into his direction, while the broom seemed almost annoyed at his lack of control, and knocked him into a tree. Peter fell between the branches, onto someone who was resting under it.

When you all reached him, you frowned when there was a boy pushing Quill.

"Watch it, dude!" Warned the boy, but before you could say anything, Gamora was already stepping forward, wand in hand.

"It was just an accident." She said and the boy looked at her surprised with her wand outstretched. He crossed his arms however, not looking scared.

"Oh, you're going to spell me now, are you?" He teased.

"Piss off, Maximoff." Warned Nebula next, taking a step beside her sister. So this was Pietro Maximoff. You figured that confidence should come from being the son of one of the professors.

"I suggest you leave my brother alone." Warned a voice behind you. You turned next, only to catch sight of a girl with brown hair, green eyes that glittered with anger.

Gamora clenched her jaw, and Nebula drew her own wand toward the girl, who also had her wand in her hands.

You sighed, raising your hands as you stood in the line of fire.

"Would everyone please calm down?" You asked. "It was just a misunderstanding, and the broom is mine anyway, no need to fight about it."

It takes a moment, but Gamora puts down her wand, and everyone follows her after that. She has an insinuating smile on her face.

"You really are a Hufflepuff, aren't you Stark?" She teases, and you laugh sheepishly, putting your hands in your pockets. "Come on Quill."

Gamora warns and the boy shoots Pietro an ugly look as he leaves. You accept your broom that he hands to you, and turn around, your gaze meeting that of the girl who is supposed to be Wanda Maximoff for a moment. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of the angry look, and you look away, following your friends.

//-//

The months went by quickly as the rest of the school year passed. You managed to do very well on the exams, and didn't get involved in any near-fights again.

When the year ended and the Hufflepuff didn't win the House Cup, you thought you should have been more upset, but you didn't mind having Gamora and Nebula celebrating beside you, laughing and hugging you excitedly.

You also didn't understand why you felt your stomach turn when you caught Wanda Maximoff smiling amidst the Slytherin celebration when you looked around.

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Hi I'm the anon who requested the Childe x zhongli x reader one. I deeply apologize I am so so sorry I should have specified but yes! Childe and zhongli are dating at the beginning, and poly at the end with reader. Only if your comfortable with it though! I'm sorry once again I should have specified more clearly T-T

original ask: Um feel free to ignore This ask but zhongli x Childe x reader where Zhongli and childe are dating and reader has been in love with both of them and thinks their love is unrequited, but they're happy with only giving love and not receiving anything in return. But then one day they meet someone new and start spending more time with them, pulling away from zhongli and childe which leads them to getting angry and confessing + jealous nsfw at the end. Feel free to ignore tho, no pressure. Have a good day and take care :)

hopefully i did you justice lol, i was still a tiny bit confused so i apologize if this isn’t 100% of what you were looking for but i hope you still like it!!! this is a part 1 of 2 and the nsfw work scene is going to be in part 2 (expect that in a couple days) PART 2 HERE

cw: polyamourous relationship, little bit of angst, a little over 3k words, hu tao has a brother in this named jiang

summary: your first crush is zhongli and when it’s evident he doesn’t like you back, you try to turn your feelings to childe. so when childe and zhongli start dating, your heart is shattered. thinking there’s no hope for love, you meet jiang. sounds great - the only issue? zhongli and childe seem to have a problem with this.

Alongside Zhongli, you were a mortician at the Wangshen Funeral Home. Over the months of working beside him, you had become quite close to him. In fact, Zhongli considered you one of his closest friends in Liyue. After long days at the parlor you would go out to dinner together and despite having to pay most of the time, you were happy to spend time with him.

Your feelings towards Zhongli were growing to be more than platonic but you could never tell him. You were too different from him and while you were sure he appreciated your friendship, you couldn’t imagine him reciprocating your true feelings.

So when you’re introduced to a young man named Childe, you thought this would be your way to weasel out of your one-sided love. Childe was cheeky and sweet to you, nearly winning your heart instantly. He hung around Zhongli often and it became unusual to see either of them alone. Slowly, your crush on Zhongli soon shifted to Childe.

Unlike before, you began to dress nicer to work if you knew Childe was going to be coming along that day. You examined the way Childe interacted with Zhongli versus you and the difference made you hopeful that Childe was feeling something for you. Sometimes he would even stay at the parlor with you if Zhongli needed to run out for a bit.

When Childe asked you to Wanmin for dinner one night, your heart swelled. You had been alone for too long and now a rich, handsome local from Snezhnaya was courting you, right?

You were giddy for the remaining hour of your shift, even telling Hu Tao that you had a date after work. When the time came, Childe waited for you at the entrance and you happily skipped beside him. He made a comment about how you seemed to be in a good mood and you could only chuckle - wasn’t he, too?

“Order whatever you want,” Childe told you once you both were seated at a table. Your eyes glazed over the menu, racing back and forth between too many options. You heard Childe sigh and you looked up briefly to see his fingers fumbling with each other. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to dinner, huh?”

Beneath the table, your legs twisted anxiously. You hid your excited smile and tilted your head, trying to make a cute facial expression. Was Childe going to ask you to be his partner? Or was it too soon to do that? Despite your age, you hadn’t been on a proper date in ages. Were things different when you were a teenager than when you were an adult?

One of Childe’s hands made its way across the table and you let him take your own. His hand felt incredibly soft and warm and you wanted desperately to interlock your fingers.

“Since you're my closest friend in Liyue, I wanted to tell you this before anyone else,” Childe began. The first part of his sentence made your chest flutter but you decided to pay no mind to it. Perhaps you had just gotten closer to Childe than Zhongli lately. But what Childe said next made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, “I’m going to ask Zhongli to be my partner.”

“Like, work partner?” You said, your words catching in your throat. You knew exactly what Childe meant. How could you have been so stupid?

Childe let out a hearty laugh, “No, not a work partner. I want to be his boyfriend.”

Your hand fell limp in Childe’s and you swore you stopped breathing in that moment. Not only were you extremely upset, you were suddenly extremely embarrassed. You told Hu Tao this was a date! You face grew red and you averted your eyes to your lap. But it all made sense. Childe wasn’t talking to you in a special way - he was talking to Zhongli. Looking back on your personal conversations with Childe, you realized that most of them centered around Zhongli or Zhongli’s personality. You were just so infatuated with trying to please Childe that you hadn’t noticed.

“So, what do you think?”

What did you think? You thought it was the most stupid, heart wrenching idea ever. You thought Childe was the worst person in the world for leading you on (even though deep down you knew he didn’t really lead you on) and you thought Childe should just go back to Snezhnaya.

“Great!” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m happy for you.”

Childe gave your hand a squeeze and finally let go. Your own hand slithered back to your lap where you grasped angrily at the hem of your shirt.

You ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

***

You spent the next few weeks putting up a false identity. The day after your dinner with Childe, he followed through with his idea and started to date Zhongli. You hated to admit it, but they were the perfect couple. Childe helped bring Zhongli out of his reclusiveness and Zhongli helped Childe become a more mature person.

Since both men were still your friends, they wanted to continue their relationship with you. And you didn’t have the heart to tell them to leave you alone. Now that they were dating, it was always the three of you and you quickly grew to their third wheel.

Childe offered to do commissions with you and, of course, Zhongli came along and your usual table during lunch with Zhongli had to be changed so a third person could fit. It was fun at first since Zhongli and Childe were still getting comfortable with their new dynamic but once they discovered intimacy and physical touch, you had enough.

Not only did you have to suffer through not one but two one-sided crushes just to have them start dating each other, now you had to sit by and watch them practically drool all over each other. Instead of going out to lunch with the couple one day, you made up an excuse about work you needed to finish and collapsed in a chair in Hu Tao’s office once they had left.

The funeral director looked at you over a mound of paperwork, “You’re not going out today?”

“And watch Childe try feeding Zhongli for an hour? No thanks.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed, and fixed your sight on the ticking clock on the wall. Hu Tao shifted her small body so she was sitting on her desk facing you, her legs hanging off the side and her feet kicking the side of her desk.

“What happened?” She asked. At her question, you broke and told your boss everything. Hu Tao sat and listened, staring at you concerned while you ranted about how you were convinced the world was out to get you. When you finished your vent, Hu Tao had a mischievous look on her face, “You just need to find someone new.”

You were quick to roll your eyes, “Yeah, no.”

“Believe me, Y/N, getting a new partner would help get your mind off Zhongli and Childe.”

“And where am I supposed to just find someone to date out of the blue?”

“Are you doing anything after work?”

Knowing Hu Tao, you were more than nervous to see what she had up her sleeve. Nonetheless, you avoided Childe and Zhongli for the rest of the day and cautiously left with Hu Tao. You walked behind her in silence as she led you into Liyue Harbor and to a rather large townhouse. She opened the front door and you followed her inside, immediately being met with a bustling and loud environment.

A child ran by your legs and Hu Tao shouted something inaudible at them. She turned on her heel to you, “Sorry for the chaos. You’re okay with staying for dinner, right?”

You nodded your head, realizing it was probably foolish to say no to your boss (it’s not like you had plans anyways). Hu Tao beamed and clapped her hands together, practically dragging you to the kitchen and shoving you down on a barstool. Beside you sat a rather good-looking man and Hu Tao soon introduced him to you.

“Y/N, this is my older brother Jiang. Please find him well.”

So, this is what the director had in mind.

Jiang held out his hand to you politely and you shook it gently, formally introducing yourself to him. For the next few hours, you and Jiang got to know each other. You learned that he was Hu Tao’s eldest sibling and was a teacher in Liyue Harbor. He was around your age and had a very kind smile. By the end of the night, Jiang expressed his interest in you and asked you on a proper date. Hu Tao only smirked giddily behind the counter.

You and Jiang grew close quickly. Your time spent with him was refreshing and for once, you were finally able to get your mind off Childe and Zhongli. You still saw Zhongli (and sometimes Childe) at work but your relationship had already faltered enough to add awkwardness to your conversations. If Zhongli tried to stop you and talk to you about something other than work, you made up an excuse to scurry along. Despite your new relationship, thinking about Zhongli and Childe caused a familiar pain to appear in your chest.

One night you couldn’t leave fast enough and Zhongli caught your arm, “May I have a word with you?”

“Right now?” You asked, glancing at the clock for emphasis, “I really have to get going.”

“Please,” Zhongli said quietly, “Just for a moment.”

You sighed, knowing you didn’t have a valid excuse rolled up in your sleeve this time. You nodded your head and slipped your bag from your shoulder back onto the chair in front of you. Zhongli retracted his hand from your arm, instead deciding to loosely cross them across his chest.

“Have we done something wrong?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Childe and I have noticed your absence from our outings,” He explained, his tone remaining very flat, “We miss you.”

You wanted to scoff at him. You weren’t a part of their relationship, why did they miss you? “I’ve just been busy,” You said, “In fact, I started seeing someone.”

Zhongli’s expression at this statement was indescribable. It was as if he had a reaction but was trying to hide it behind tight lips. Even his usual bright eyes were unreadable. “I see,” He said simply. He paused for a moment before flashing you a cheeky, falsified smile, “I’d love to meet them. How about a double date this Saturday? We get off early then.”

You sent Zhongli a similar tight-lipped smirk, “We would love to. See you then.” And with that, you picked up your bag and rushed out of the funeral home, rubbing your temple. You had a bad feeling about this date.

***

Jiang picked you up for your double date at six. You couldn’t help but notice how ravishing he looked that night with his hair slicked back and expensive-looking clothes on his body. Upon further inspection, you could see the faint smudge of eyeliner lining his lashes. Gold jewelry adorned his neck and wrists and you could only assume Hu Tao spent hours making him look this good for you.

“Ready to go?” Jiang asked you, holding his arm out cheekily. You rolled your eyes and grinned, locking your front door and grabbing onto his arm.

You couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t let Jiang know. The last thing he needed was to hear about how the two men he was meeting tonight were former crushes of yours. To him, this double date was a simple outing between coworkers.

You were having dinner together at the Liyue Pavilion as per suggestion of Childe. You were worried about the price but Childe insisted that he would front the bill as always. Part of you missed having your meals constantly covered by the harbinger.

Jiang opened the door to the restaurant for you and you thanked him, slipping inside and spotting the two men you were meeting already at a table. Childe reached up to wave you over and you took Jiang’s arm in yours before heading over there.

“Childe, Zhongli,” You greeted your co-worker and friend, “This is Jiang, my boyfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jiang smiled, reaching his free hand out to Childe and Zhongli who both shook it cautiously. After introducing everyone, you sat down at the table and Childe handed you a menu to look over.

Jiang was being overtly sweet to you, touching your fingertips and leaning into your side. You accepted the gestures, even daring to lay your head against his shoulder while he talked to Zhongli about the cor lapis industry. From the corner of your eye, you watched Childe’s jaw clench and his grip on Zhongli’s arm tightened.

“So, tell us about yourself,” Childe asked Jiang, his tone sharp. Jiang, sweet Jiang, only beamed and sat straighter in his chair, “Zhongli tells me your Hu Tao’s brother, correct?”

“Right! She’s my younger sister,” Jiang shook his head and chuckled softly to himself, “And I teach literature at the Liyue Xueyuan.”

“A teacher?” Childe nearly scoffs, “I suppose that’s why you live with your younger sister.”

Jiang seemed taken aback by this comment but tried to play it off by laughing. You felt a pang in your chest and shot Childe a nasty glare for his unnecessary comment but were only met with his sharp eyes. You swore you could see jealousy swimming in them.

“Now, now,” Zhongli interrupted, “Not everyone is as magnificent as you, Childe. No need to make others feel bad.”

You felt Jiang’s body tense and his eyes averted down to his lap for a moment. “Don’t listen to them,” You told him, “They’re just trying to be funny.”

“I would never dream of humoring you about that,” Zhongli replied to you, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. Aren’t we getting to know each other?”

At that moment, you knew exactly what Childe and Zhongli were doing. You noticed the way they were looking admirably at you and shooting daggers at your date. They were clearly trying to badtalk him and make Jiang seem undesirable in your eyes. Only you couldn’t seem to understand why. Shouldn’t they be happy that you finally found someone to potentially settle down with?

One more backhanded comment was thrown in Jiang’s direction and suddenly your partner stood up from the table. The expression on his face was heart-wrenching, “I’m going to use the restroom.” With that, Jiang hurried away from the table leaving you alone with both men.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” You snapped, angrily waving your hands around.

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, batting his eyelashes at you in the most painstakingly annoying way ever. Your eyes narrowed and after finding his foot under the table, you stomped on it hard. Childe cursed and crossed his arms, looking down.

Zhongli, understanding Childe was being too immature, spoke up, “You shouldn’t be with him.”

You wanted to tear your hair out, “Who do you think you are to dictate who I can and can’t date?” Your voice was rising but you didn’t care, your frustration jumping out. “Never once have I meddled with your relationship but you think you can with mine?”

“You should be with us.”

Zhongli’s words made you freeze. Was this some sick joke? You wrecked your brain for an incident you caused in the past few months for them to be pranking you like this but you couldn’t think of a single one. Childe reached across the table to grasp your hands and you were still too in shock to pull them away.

“We love you, Y/N, and we should have told you sooner,” Childe says.

You shake your head, “I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not,” Zhongli says, placing his hands over yours and Childe’s, “Please say you’ll be ours.”

Finally, you took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. Zhongli and Childe looked at you with pleading eyes and you felt a rush of emotions explode inside of you. Both of your former crushes were confessing their love to you, asking you to be a part of their relationship. Never once had the thought of a polyamorous relationship crossed your mind but you certainly weren’t opposed to it.

“Okay,” You breathed out, “I will.”

***

Breaking the news to Jiang when he returned back to the table was hard. He was already fragile from being berated before and now you were breaking up with him. You knew you were going to earn an earful from Hu Tao on Monday but you decided to worry about that when the time came.

You had asked Jiang to step aside and in the simplest of terms, you tried to explain the situation.

“So, you’re breaking up with me to date both of them?” He asked in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. His voice was filled with cracks and you wish it didn’t have to be like this. Truthfully, he didn’t understand. How could you be with two people at the same time? “Is this a sex thing? Because I can try harder if that’s-”

“No!” You interrupted, “It’s not, I promise. My heart is just split down the middle for them.”

Jiang sighed again. He may never fully understand your relationship but he appreciated you telling him now rather than later. You offered to walk Jiang home but the man decided he needed some time alone - you didn’t blame him. You wanted to ask Jiang if you could remain friends but the words weren’t coming out of your throat. You watched as Jiang took one last look at you, then the two men at the table, before solemnly walking away and out of the restaurant.

You returned to your new partners and finished your dinner. Slowly, your mood was elevated again but the natural ache of your heartbreak lingered.

“Spend the night with us,” Childe says sweetly after paying the check, “We can help you feel better.”

The feeling of both men on either side of you felt foreign but comforting. You nodded to Childe’s request and Zhongli led the three of you back to his apartment. The next few moments were a blur and when you came to, you were being laid on a soft bed. Childe slid next to you and your arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while Zhongli hovered above you. His warm eyes gazed into yours and you decided you could get used to this.

This new love was unique and plentiful as long as the three of you were on the same page, that’s all that mattered.

a/n: sorry this took so long! as you can see, it came out v long lmfao. requests are still open <3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oneshot #genshin impact oneshot #genshin writing #genshin zhongli #genshin childe #zhongli x reader x childe #zhongli x childe #genshin x reader #genshin hu tao #zhongli #childe #hu tao #genshin x you

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embrassemoi · 3 years

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Saudade 𐂂 J.P

Summary: James Potter realized he spent years chasing after the wrong girl. But is it too late to finally tell you how he feels?

Pairings: James Potter x Reader, James Potter x Lily Evans, Sirius Black x Reader

Content: Jealousy, pining, unrequited love, brief mentions of NSFW, NOTHING EXPLICIT, angst, no spell check, first fic ever!

The Gryffindor common room was in full swing as soon as the sun set. They had just won the last match of the year against Slytherin. With the rivalry between the two houses, well amongst all of the houses viruses Slytherin, the celebration was inclusive. Students second year and up from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were asked to celebrate alongside the red and gold. It was a petty move, disrespectful at most. Nonetheless, the party was vibrant and was nowhere close to ending.

In the corner leaning against the wall closest to the drinks, James was already on his third glass of firewhiskey, chatting away quietly with Sirius alongside a couple of other Gryffindors on the quidditch team, planning out the next years team. Out of the corner of his eyes, James sees the entrance to the common room open. Curious to who would come to the party this late, he extends his neck only to see you enter the room, hands filled with small wrapped gifts and dressed in a short yet casual dress. Turning to talk to Lily, James' eyes never wavered, even with the presence of fiery-red hair.

It was shocking to him, he didn't expect you to come, you weren't known to party until he remembered that you were dating Sirius who joined the quidditch team this year. Of course, you would come to congratulate him.

You and James were first introduced by Remus. You and Remus had rather an academic friendship at first until she had stumbled upon him in the hospital wing after a nasty full moon. Soon afterwards, a beautiful friendship bloomed that rivalled his friendship with the Marauders until Sirius, James, and Peter forced him to introduce you to them.

In all honesty, James had not paid you attention when you two were first introduced. He admitted, you were pretty, smart, and had a fun personality. That was rare, indeed rare when someone had the full package but nobody could compare to his hyper fixation on the so-called love of his life, his Lily-Pad, the girl of his dreams. But that was two years ago and over time, the constant rejection from Lily had caused James to lose confidence. The chase was no longer fun, her irritated attitude towards him had worn him down. However, James continued to engage in the push and pull with Lily. It was mostly out of habit and his hard work finally paid off. It seemed like a waste to not at least pursue a relationship with Lily.

But within those two years, James fell out of love with Lily and instead fell in love with you. Instead of being shut down for telling a joke, you laughed and encouraged him to continue. Never had you tried to change him, to be quieter or less annoying. You simply let him be who he was and enjoyed his company. It was quite a drastic change from Lily to you and he couldn't pinpoint when he decided to choose you. Maybe when he started to look for you in the great hall rather than Lily or decided to ask you for help. But he did know he fully realized he had fallen for you when he didn't smell lilies, old books and Lily's perfume in the Amortentia Slughorn brewed but instead smelled coffee grounds, the rain and your perfume. You always smelled of coffee, rain and the sweet sugary smell of your perfume he had bought you for Christmas.

Days, weeks, months and then years went by and James Potter still couldn't bring himself to tell her how he felt. If anything, it felt as if his heart was pressed against a microphone, booming with every rapid beat.

But if he was honest, the familiar pain of unrequited love settled in his heart. The once unrequited love he received from Lily was nowhere close to the pain he felt for her.

What made it harder was that he would never be able to express it to her as James snapped out of his daze to feel Sirius leaving his side and made a beeline to her. He saw how his best friend's eyes light up when she smiled back at him. How the light twinkled back in her eyes when she smiled back.

"I never thought in a million years it would be her," a raspy voice says beside him. Remus had replaced Sirius' spot and he grabbed a red solo cup on the table beside them, leaning against the same wall as James.

With a forced chuckle, James let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, we always thought it would be you pal."

A loud groan comes from Remus' mouth, "Would you stop with that, Prongs! She's practically my sister you prat!"

Never once did his eyes leave her until Sirius leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Gazing downwards, James took a sip of the burning whisky and closed his eyes. He felt his heart crack all over again and felt the painful sensation to cry build up. A beat passes again, Remus was starting to become worried about the change in his friend's behaviour. Deciding to break the silence, he turned back to the couple and spoke again."You know, I think she's the one."

James swore he felt his heart crack as he opened his eyes and stared back at his friend, frowning. Even if he wanted, and he very much wanted to, he could never choose his happiness over Sirius.

Never over Sirius' happiness. Not after what he's been through, not after when his family abused him, broke him down and disowned him. Not after all the times Sirius had been there for James. Not when he considered him family.

But it was also undeniable their spark, even James couldn't deny it. Dropping his head, he rotated his red cup to stare at the amber liquid. Instead of the bright contrast of the red reminding him of Lily, the deep comforting golden brown reminded him of you. Another nudge from Remus had James quickly looking up.

"James! Remus!" you greeted, quickly pulling Remus then James into a hug. He took a moment before handing his drink to Remus to fully wrap his arms around her waist, basking in her warmth and the smell of her hair.

Having been friends and having feelings for James for so long never served you any good. You would always be second to Lily and everyone knew that except you and James."Look at you! At a party? Whew, finally came out of a cave, eh?" he said when you pulled away, eyes glazed over and jaw clenched.

"Hardy har, Prongs. I had too and I wouldn't have missed it," you smiled, slightly turning back to look at Remus now talking to Sirius across the room. "You think I would miss yours and Sirius's last quidditch game... ever! If so, my, my, my Fleamont! You really are that daft then, aren't you?"A smile appeared on both of their faces before a gut-wrenching had both of them laughing before James glanced down at her hands. It was a small wooden box painting in both red and gold with a bow on top. Pointing to it he asked, "Who's that for? Sirius?"

"No actually, I gave him a gift earlier. This - this is for you," she said in a shaky, quiet voice. Reaching for his hand, you pulled it towards your body, turning it over to see the palm of his hand. As you placed the box into his hand, James' body felt electric, going into overdrive from your touches. "This better not be some prank you and Sirius are pulling on me," he said, starting to get a little nervous.

"No, seriously. Open it."

As he unlatched the small hinge on the box, the inside was furnished with soft red velvet. In the middle sat a golden ring with the word 'Saudade' engraved inside the band.

"Saudade?" he asked, still looking down at the ring.

It was your time to glance down. Avoiding the question, she asked, "So do you like it?" Panic started to arise when he didn't respond. Perhaps he didn't like it?

Repeating, "James, do you like-." As she continued to stare at James, she saw teardrops falling onto the soft velvet. "James, oh my god I'm sorry I didn't think-"

"I love it." Finally looking to see her face, he gives a weak smile, snuffling. He takes his hand to wipe his face and pulls her back into a hug. "Thank you, I l-love y-." He pauses before starting again, " I love it so much."

"I got it made about a week ago. It was the last game you were going to play so I thought I should get you something special. To remember it."

Pulling back to look him in the face, she smiles again and reaches up to ruffle his hair. "I'm glad you like it, James." His heart soared at the mention of his name before finally breaking apart. Sirius strides over, arms wrapping around her waist before tucking her head under his chin.

"Wow, Prongs, buddy, you alright?" Weakly nodding, he smiles back at him.

"Damn, you broke him didn't you, love? Trying to steal my spot as best friend huh?"

The three giggle before Sirius once again whispers in her ear and James returns to his spot leaning against the wall watching heat rush to both of his best friends' faces. Unable to continue to look, he looks in the opposite direction where he spots Lily and Remus. Lily was chatting away excitedly to him, presumably about life after Hogwarts, but Remus was already staring back. A look of recognition finally rushed through him. He was too observant for his own good. As Remus stepped forward, James' attention turned back to the couple in front.

"Hey Prongs, we have to go. We'll see you tomorrow."

Bidding their goodbyes quickly, you and Sirius both leave, hands wrapped together as you both head up the towers leading to the dorm rooms.

In his daze, Lily touches his arm, peering at him through her eyelashes. She begins to talk, choosing to hold his arm and lean her head against his shoulder. James tries his hardest to focus on her words but the cracking of his heart is louder.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. It won't slow down.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. It's becoming dangerously loud.

He looks back at Remus, a smile of pity gracing his lips.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump

That very night, after James and Lily had made love for the very first time. As Lily was fast asleep on his chest, James slowly detached himself from the red-head and crept out of her bed, snuck out into the shrieking shack and cried. He cried for hours until the sun raised. He yelled, he broke items in the worn-down house, until he was too tired to move. He felt disgusting and guilt riddled every bone in his body. He had never felt emotional pain similar to this. The pain was inexplicable, pretending to have never loved you and Lily instead. The anguish of having to see his best friend love you instead. The grief he felt when he found out Sirius was planning to propose, and the unbearable discomfort he felt when he was asked to be his best man. The agony he felt as he put on his most expensive suit with Lily by his side. The hurt he felt when he saw your beautiful face walk down the aisle, eyes never once leaving Sirius. The despondency he felt when he had to give a speech about how you and Sirius were made for each other.

And as James watched the love of his life and best friend have their first dance as husband and wife, he never felt as hopeless as he did in that very moment. With the wrong woman by his side, a golden ring strung onto a chain underneath his suit shined bright, close to his heart.

Saudade

The nostalgic yearning to be near something or someone again that is distant or has been loved and then lost. It also means that an object or person of longing that might never be had again. Some refer to the word as "the love that remains."

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warmblanketwhump · 3 years

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flight plan

disclaimer: this takes place in pre-you-know-what times - if you’re actually sick, do not do what B does here. alright, on to the suffering :)

Back when B booked their flight, the 4 am boarding time and 2 layovers seemed like a great exchange for saving a few hundred dollars while flying across the country. But now, with a head that feels like it was stuffed with cotton, a gate change that forced their leadened body to trek across the entire airport, and an additional 3-hour delay before their final 4-hour flight, they were beginning to question their penny-pinching ways.

In a nearby terminal, a fussy infant screamed, and it took everything for B not to scream back at them: I hate it here too! Their nerves were frayed, their whole body ached to the bone, and their head felt like it was in a vise grip.

It hadn’t felt this bad this morning - heck, they wouldn’t have left if they’d felt this bad - but the changing cabin pressure and constant temperature shifts from hot, stuffy terminals to icy planes were wreaking havoc on their poor, rapidly sickening body. They’d been up for 18 hours. And now, they had no choice but to ride it out and power through the last leg. They hug the paper cup of tea they’d grabbed at a nearby cafe close to their chest, trying to hold back their frustrated tears.

They just wanted to be home.

B shifts on the hard terminal seat as they wrap up a third agonizing hour of waiting, willing the passengers ahead of them to board more quickly so they could just get home to A, who they’d been missing all week. But the miserable minutes ticked by, and B kept having to blow their tender nose with their precious (and dangerously dwindling) travel pack of tissues. As they massage their aching sinuses, B feels a tap on their shoulder. Turning, they recognize a fellow passenger from their previous flight extending another full pack their way.

“Here. You need these more than I do.” They extend the gift, and B gratefully accepts. The stranger nods, and heads back to their luggage to wait out the boarding process.

After what feels like an hour, B’s group is finally able to board the flight. From their boarding pass, they knew they’d be stuck in the middle seat, but their heart lifts a bit when they see their Kleenex-wielding savior in the aisle seat next to theirs, who waves and gives them a small smile as they let them through. On the window seat side, a sour-looking individual scans them up and down, raising an eyebrow when B coughs roughly in their elbow.

“Sorry…” B sniffles. The sour-faced person rolls their eyes and turns their attention to the window, and B shrinks in their seat, embarrassed.

“Just want to be home, right?” Their aisle friend smiles sympathetically, and B nods weakly. “I know the feeling. Name’s C.”

B introduces themselves, and the two make amicable small talk during the pre-flight checklist, finding out that they both called their destination city home. As the plane takes flight, B winces - the pressure change makes their head ache, and their sinuses feel like they’re going to explode, along with their ears. The dry air of the plane irritates their chapped nose, and they close their eyes and grip the armrest till their knuckles bleach, trying to breathe through the pain and praying it doesn't get worse.

It gets worse. On top of their pounding head and runny nose, B discovers like all the other planes, this one's an icebox. Once they reach cruising altitude, B apologetically shuffles by C to head to the bathroom, hoping that by some chance it’s warmer in there. In the dim light, B’s stares at their haggard reflection – their feverish eyes are glazed and watery, their raw nose is bright red, and their peaked face is wan and drawn, coated with a sheen of sweat. Hopefully A would still recognize them, they thought humorlessly.

The bathroom is just as frigid, and B’s stuck with a stream of lukewarm water that barely heats their cold hands. Back in their seat, the throbbing headache continues to build behind their eyes, and their throat desperately cries out for something to drink.

As if they could hear their thoughts, C leans over and pulls a small bottle of water from their personal bag. “The flight attendants came by with drinks while you were up - figured you could at least use some water.” B gratefully accepts and murmurs their thanks, and the cool water feels like heaven as they gulp it down.

After, B pulls the paper-thin flight blanket up to their chin - at this point, they didn’t care what the travel magazines said about how dirty they were. But it’s no use. The cold plane air sinks into their aching bones, and their body shivers to make up the difference. They close their eyes and wriggle around in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position that still allows them to curl up and get warm while exhaling as few germs as possible – and if there's any mercy at all, to fall unconscious for the next 3 and a half hours.

“Will you stop?” The window passenger glares at them. “It’s bad enough you brought your germs on here. But now you can’t even sit still?” Tears pricked at B's eyes - being sick always made them more sensitive - but before they can squeak out an apology, C leaps to their aid.

"Lay off," C snaps. "Can't you see they don't feel good?" The other passenger huffs indignantly, and presses closer to the wall of the plane. C's eyes don't leave them, and they stretch their hand out tentatively toward B. "May I?"

B nods, letting their eyes close, and C gently lays a cool hand across their forehead, clicking their tongue at the heat. "Well, I've definitely flown with healthier seatmates than you." B tries to laugh, but a cough seizes their lungs, and they double over to try and contain it as best they can as C gently rubs between their shoulder blades. When they finally catch their breath, they rest their head on their knees, exhausted from the exertion. From their prone position, B checks their watch. 3 hours and 26 minutes to go.

I'm going to die.

Slowly, B sits up and stiffly straightens their blanket with as little movement as possible. A draft floods their section of the plane, and B longingly eyes C’s unopened blanket tucked in the seat pocket, trying to quiet the incessant chatter of their teeth.

“You cold?” C frowns.

“Freezing,” they whimper through clenched teeth. “And I hurt all over and I just want to go home and I miss A and I’m so tired.” They didn’t mean to break down, but two twin tears slip from their eyes as they try to stop their lip from quivering.

C’s quiet for a moment, then stands to rustle around in the overhead compartment, and returns with a small bundle.

“Lean back,” C gently commands, and A obeys and closes their eyes. They’re immediately draped in warmth, and open their eyes to see a thick, fleece-lined jacket being tucked over them, along with a soft travel blanket over their legs. They try to protest, but C shushes them.

“Being sick is already miserable without being stuck in a tin can in the sky. Besides, these flight blankets suck." C gives B's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and B nearly melts at the touch.

“And look, if you don’t want to, it’s fine - you don’t know me - but you can use my shoulder if you want to try and catch some sleep.”

In any other moment B would be mortified, but they're so spent that they just nod weakly and surrender to the offer of comfort. C pulls their unused blanket out and folds it into a sort of pillow, clicking the armrest down between them, and B collapses onto them in a boneless heap. Sleep tugs at the edge of their vision, but there's one lingering question on their mind.

"C? Why....why are you helping me? You've been nothing but kind and you don't even know me."

C's quiet for a moment. "Last year, I tried to do the same thing you're doing – power through an 8-hour flight home with a blossoming case of pneumonia. Cough, chills, headache, the works. About 2 hours in, I was about ready to jump out of the plane." They chuckle lightly, but B hears the wistful note in their voice. "It was absolutely miserable, and all I wanted was someone to hold my hand and tell me it’d be okay.”

C turns to look at B. "But nobody did. Not a single soul. So I vowed that if ever I found myself in a position someday to help somebody home, I’d do it.”

The words are so achingly comforting and desperately sad, so soft and generous and B feels like they should say something, affirm that yes, helping a random sick passenger was damn close to sainthood. But instead, sleep wins over, and they nestle closer to C as they tumble into a soft, dreamless sleep.

it feels like they’re asleep for minutes, but when C nudges them gently, they realize that they’re descending. They’re home.

The wheels skid on the runway, and the journey off the plane is a blur of sound and color and too-bright lights. B is only vaguely aware of C’s arm around their waist, guiding them through the crowd and to the baggage claim area. They must have told C which suitcase is theirs, because they blink twice and it magically appears at their feet.

“C’mon now, B. Almost there.” C gently guides them forward, and B wills themselves to power through the final few minutes.

“Do you see A anywhere?” C asks, squinting through the crowd of people. B can barely focus their eyes, and they’re losing hope, when all of a sudden - they see them. A. Holding a small paper sign with B’s name and a stuffed animal with a small red heart in their arms, waving wildly. They’re beaming, but the smile falls from their face as they see what condition B’s in.

“B - what happened? Are you okay?” B can barely whisper A’s name, and A pulls them into a hug, gently whispering reassurances, that they’re home and safe.

“Bit of a rough flight, but B hung in there,” C smiles, passing B’s suitcase to A. “They’re not feeling too hot, but I think they’ll make it.”

Suddenly, B releases A and stumbles back to C, throwing their arms around them. C’s thrown off balance by the strength of the hug, but manage to compose themselves and pat them gently on the back.

“Thank you,” B whispers. “So much.”

C blushes. “It was nothing. Just don’t forget to pay it forward.”

B squeezes tighter. “You deserved help. You still do.” C says nothing, just swallows tightly, and B feels C’s arms tighten ever so briefly around their waist.

A rush of dizziness floods B, and C gently guides them back to A’s waiting arms, before handing A a scrap of paper. “Listen, it’s none of my business - but can you give me a call in a couple days, just so I know they’re feeling better?”

A takes the scrap and smiles. “Absolutely. It’s the least I can do to thank you for keeping old B from falling apart in public.” B grunts indignantly, almost asleep again, and A strokes their hair and smiles.

They make it back to the car, and A manages to maneuver a limp B into the passenger seat, tucking them in and cranking the heat on their side. B blinks their eyes open and smiles guilelessly. “Go home now?”

A smiles and presses a soft kiss to their forehead. “Yes, love. We’re going home now.”

#fever whump #sickfic #whump prompt #hurt comfort #caretaking #whump on a plane #PLANE WHUMP EVERYONE #FINALLY #this really took a turn I was not expecting when I set out to write this #BUT ITS DONE #also there is most certainly space for a part 2 👀

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