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swampstew · 4 months

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Everyone make sure to say thank you to @quinloki for being the little creative devil and/or angel on my shoulder that whispers naughty thoughts. A big smooch on the head and a homemade double chocolate chip brownie for them for proofing and editing and gassing me up♥

Summary: You weren't supposed to be on this island but sometimes fate decides to throw you a lemon. Here's lemonade. Hope it quenches your thirst. Warnings: spicy content 18+ only; pre-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; dubious consent, bit of knife play but no blood, creampie, cumplay, dom/sub dynamics, kind of reads as Yandere Kid at first because he's an intimidating asshole. WC: 2.3K

Minors DNI.

story inspired by the above gif from Cowboy Bebop

Bad luck. Dirty, rotten, awful bad luck to have been at this specific port on this specific day. Your intention was to stay until you found a ship heading in the direction you were mapping out – it couldn’t have been more than two days when all hell broke loose.

When they arrived.

Anyone who had half a brain cell in the New World knew exactly who the Kid Pirates were, and the first rule of survival was stay away from them at all costs.

No such luck.

You hauled ass as soon as the rampage started. Being in the middle of the town, you had a head start to run in the opposite direction as the pirates decimated the crowd. You intended to double back towards the dockyard so you could jump on any pitiful rowboat and get the hell outta there, sea kings or ocean monsters be damned.

That proved to be your mistake.

Perhaps you had waited too long to run back to the shipyard, or perhaps it just wasn’t your day. All you knew was that the second you peered around the junk and broken trash that littered the yard, you could immediately feel a deadly presence.

It was overwhelming, like a blanket of death trying to wrap around your figure. You weren’t sure where the feeling of being watched was coming from, you were so sure there wasn’t anybody on the dock aside from dead bodies, and yet a prickly feeling on the back of your neck told you, you’re in danger.

So you ran. Ducking between boxes and broken structures, you tried so hard to run where a small sailing boat sat lopsided off the beach. But before you could make it halfway, you felt the pull of all the metals on your person halt you briefly before you went flying backwards. Your eyes watered from the velocity, your ears deafened by the whistling of the air mixed with wicked laughter.

Your back slammed against the wooden deck of the punk ship. Your belongings were already gone, you heard the stomping of heavy boots making their way towards you as you fought to regain your breath from the impact. You could hear items being dropped as the steps grew nearer, until all you could see and hear was him.

Eustass Fucking Kid.

In his massive hand, he twirled your switchblade as he squatted over you. His golden eyes gleamed with excitement as he drank deep your adrenaline and fear.

“Do you fear death?” he darkly chuckled.

“Y-y-yes,” you whispered.

“Aye, everyone who has the misfortune to run into me usually ends up dead. Didn’t expect such a pretty little thing to dart between the wreckage. Was very sure we slaughtered everyone in the port already. So where did you come from?”

You tried to look anywhere but him and he didn’t like that. With a tsk, he firmly pressed your blade against your cheek, forcing you to look at him again.

“I don’t like asking twice,” he growled.

“I w-was in the town when I he-he-heard that your crew had docked a-and were making their way th-through the island. I-I-I thought I could outrun the r-rampage and steal a b-bo-boat when n-no one was here.”

“You thought wrong,” he sneered at you, eyes scanning up and down your body. “Shitty luck really. I got bored quickly and decided to let the crew have fun while I hung back to enjoy the peace an’ quiet. I wasn’t expecting entertainment to find me,” he snickered.

“I’m—“ you gasped as he dug the blade tip to your cheek, not quite cutting into you, maybe only really slicing the first or second layer of dermis. “I’m not a threat, ju-just please. Do-don’t hurt me. I did-dn’t want to be here in the fffirst place!”

Kid’s eyes narrowed but the sneer didn’t soften, “Who said anything about hurtin’ ya?”

That made your eyebrows shoot into your hairline, “Are you joking?”

“HAAH?!” he came down from the squat to kneel beside you, “Jus’ cause I kill people from time ta’ time don’t mean I don’t know when to separate business from pleasure,” his leer was gone, in its place a smirk that didn’t make you feel any safer. “What? Don’t think a big asshole like me knows how to fuck a lady all proper like?”

“Wh—at is h-happening?”

Kid’s smirk got wider, “I ain’t gonna kill ya because I’d rather fuck ya. Sound like a preferrable option?”

“I have a ch-choice?”

“Yeah! Inside or outside the ship?”

You choked out the sob that tried to escape your throat, letting out a low whimper instead.

“Awww don’t do that. I haven’t even done anything yet. I promise ya’ you’ll be moaning in a good way if you play nice.”

Defeated, you close your eyes and lay your head back with a nod, praying for it to be over quickly and not end painfully.

“Nooooooo I want you to want it,” Kid’s tone was taunting but with a softer edge. “It’s no fun if you’re not into it. I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to beg for me when you realize you can’t get enough of me.”

Your face flushed with color, brain muddled with confusing feelings. Through your thoughts your eyes wandered over his bare body. His sculpted physique was barely covered by his feathered coat and loose hanging pants. The cloth belt didn’t hide the dark red happy trail that slipped along his lower abs.

His dry chuckle brought you back, “Like what you see?”

You nodded truthfully.

“Good, I like your honesty,” he praised you, lowering the blade and brushing his knuckles softly against your skin. His hand moved down your body, not quite touching you, until you felt the blade tip against your soft torso, just below your top. With deliberately slow motions, Kid brought the blade through the top and your bra. Ruined fabric fell to the sides as your breasts spilled out, Kid licked his lips before pulling back entirely.

“I like yer tits too,” he grinned with a wink before tossing the blade off to the side, quite far from where you had any hopes of reaching it.

He pulled his belts off first, then his boots, lastly sweeping the massive coat from off his shoulders and to the floor. With fluid motions he moved your body to lay over the coat and the warmth had a calming effect on you almost immediately. His musky scent clung to the air: oil, metal, iron, aftershave – you felt lightheaded as the smell overwhelmed you, lulling you into a sense of comfort.

Kid knelt over your body once more, arms and legs caging you in between his body, leaning close until he pressed his growing erection against your hip. You let out a slight jolt from the heaviness of it as he pressed his searing hot chest against your exposed breasts, flattened beneath him as he pinned you to the deck. Slowly pressing the air out of you as you started lightly gasping.

“How about it? Wanna…fuck around? I’ll make it good for ya.”

You felt yourself nodding rapidly, bewitched by his domineering presence. He rose slightly and reached his arm between your bodies to unfasten your shorts, pushing them down and off before he unzipped his own pants. His hand stayed as he teased himself first before lifting his glistening fingers to your lips. Precum.

Without wasting a second, your tongue darted out to lick his essence.

“That’s a good pet.”

His crimson lips smashed into yours, his hands palmed and squeezed your breasts, his knees barely holding the bulk of his weight as he began lightly grinding on you. You let out a gaspy moan only to be taken by his tongue as it greedily shoved its way inside your mouth. Little grunts and whimpers spilled from your lips as Kid’s fingers danced along your body, creeping lower and lower until they crept over the waistband of your panties.

When you made no signs of distress, his hand slid over your covered mound and his painted fingers pushed against your soaked core, feeling the sheer volume of slick spilling from you. Rubbing it slowly, his fingers finally gave you relief as he pushed the pantie roughly to the side and ran up and down your slit, spreading your wetness to make a mess.

“Heh, knew you’d like me,” Kid kissed you as he slipped one, then two fingers inside of you. Reaching deep inside you to find your sweet spot. He let out a pleased hiss as your pussy clenched around his fingers as he explored you, his thumb reaching around to press down on your clit and rub circles over it. Your whimpering became higher pitched as your body threatened to succumb to the carnal pleasure he was rushing into you.

You creamed on his hand as he teased out your first orgasm, pumping his fingers as you rode the wave and stilled them when you came down.

“Did ya like that?” he asked you, and it was the first time you didn’t hear malice or mockery in his voice. You panted out a yes, surprised yourself with your answer. “Gotta do that a few times so you can take my cock.”

Fully naked, your body was covered in sweat and your own slick, and Kid still hadn’t taken his pants off. Your legs were quivering as he withdrew his head from between your thighs, panties long discarded and missing in action.

“I think you’re ready. You taste like sweet desperation.”

You nodded dumbly as you watched him stand and drop his pants and underwear, slightly stumbling as he kneeled over you. You watched his cock dangle from his position, the engorged head dripping with precum and throbbing for you.

Kissing and sucking your breasts before trailing to your jaw, he whispered below your ear, “Anything you wanna say t’me?”

You hummed in lightheaded confusion, trying to contemplate his question through the haze of bliss.

The feeling of his tip pressing against your pelvis jolted you back to the moment as it slowly dragged over you, grazing against you slick covered clit. You could swear your clit vibrated in yearning as your hips tilted for more friction. He moved fluidly enough to not give you what you want while still teasing you and leaving a trail of precum on your skin.

Clarity struck you, “P-please Kid. I want you so bad. I want your cock in me so fucking much! Yo-you can’t stop now!”

Kid chuckled, “You sure?”

“Yes! FUCK please I’ll do anything! Just split me open!!” you cry out, flustered and embarrassed.

The puffy head slipped past your needy hole and you let him slide in with little resistance. Mouth opened in pleasure but no sound coming out as you felt the thick, veiny dick pushing into you – realizing just then but not really caring that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

He let out a hum that turned into a growl as he pushed in until he was completely sheathed in your warmth. Rocking into you a few times as pleased cries tumbled from your mouth, he finally spoke.

“Anything huh? I’ll need to think about that…”

You felt him pull out until the head of his cock was just slipping out before he slammed back into you, “Anything is so broad, what am I looking for?” he spoke to himself, you being so cockdrunk you were more like a sleeve, unable to conjure an answer even if you tried.

As you came violently against his cock, he stopped his movements to say, “I know, I want to keep you. What say you?” and began grinding into you as your body spasmed from the overstimulation.

You were in too deep, unsure if you truly had a choice in the matter since the moment your back hit the floor. Still on the floor as the menace above you rocked your world repeatedly as if to point out what you’d be missing if you said no. Choice or no choice, your body answered for you as the overstimulation he drove into you forced another blissful orgasm from you.

“YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!” you sobbed from the pleasure and pain, your fear overtaken by lust induced mania. Your hips slammed against his as you came, wrapping your ankles around his hips to keep him inside you so you could drown in the constant high. “YES I WANT THIS I WANT YOU I NEED YOU!!!!!” your voice went hoarse.

Kid let out a moan as he threw his head back, “Fuck yes, I’m glad you see it my way,” he rocked his hips fiercely against yours, grabbing your ass with bruising force as he fucked you. The sound of squelching should have been embarrassing but you were too blissed out to notice or care, on the cusp of another orgasm as he was grinding his cock against your g-spot.

“I’ll treat you good, pet,” he promised, holding you down and rutting into you before letting out his own cry. You cried out with him as you saw white flood over you and static buzzing overtake your senses. Your body shaking as he came in you and you came on him. Then you could feel warmth spreading through you, coming from where you were connected. Kid panted as he pressed his forehead into yours as he finally stilled his hips. He slowly kissed your face and lips as he pulled himself out of you.

“Just gotta make it official,” he gave you a tired but mischievous smirk.

You were too exhausted to react, hardly flinching as you felt his calloused fingers playing with the cum that was leaking out of you. He brought his dripping fingers to your pelvis and drew a ‘K.’ He repeated the motion to draw ‘K’s on your breasts, hips, cheeks, all over your body. You could feel the cum harden on your skin as it dried out while he worked.

“There. You’re mine now. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

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vmpiires · 4 months

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❛ THE BLOOD PAINTER — 画家 , CHOSO KAMO

·.⌇ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. art; it’s a beautiful thing…when you know what you’re doing...and when the cute artsy guy who’s now your class partner is smart. wc, 2.47K. dark mode recommended.

note. i love this story ya. i was thinking about it alll day. i’m glad ya like it too. hope ya enjoy :D reblog to support meeee and lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part

tags. artist!choso, college AU, possible nsfw, female anatomy, smoking, etc. lmk if i missed anything

misc. masterlist AO3 PART ONE

your chest tightened once you heard the words ‘get with your partners’. you reacted never positively with that statement. you dreaded working with other students in your class. the art professor had everyone paired up with a random student, to which they’d let it be known that the two of you would be partners for the rest of the semester. you had been lucky enough to be tied down with the smartass of the class…choso kamo.

you had a confused expression on your face while you seen him in complete awe at the art pieces that flashed on the terribly detailed and wordy powerpoint. you were surprised you hadn’t slammed your head against the table trying not to fall asleep.

reluctantly pulling out the cute and compact pencil case you bought last minute from shein, you grab the simple navy blue mechanical pencil out that you had been given by choso. you were trying to give it back to him previously but he insisted that you kept it, assuming that you might need it later on down the road.

you didn’t expect any less from the smartest guy in your class when you saw him already halfway done with his assignment. maybe you were exaggerating at the moment because these were basic questions just to see if you were paying attention to the powerpoint—which you barely were.

“ah, sorry, i forgot we were working together.” choso’s deep voice echos through your brain as he speaks to you, stopping his quick paced writing to let you catch up. you noticed how shy he seemed, despite his pure confidence when answering questions. choso pushed his paper in your direction and looked away, giving you time to work.

as you write, giving the male a friendly smile so he didn’t feel intimidated by your bored expression because of how tired you were, you couldn’t help but notice how his silver rings gently tapped against the wooden table. the bandaids that decorated his slender fingers on the digits that didn’t have rings. the bandage over his nose along with one stuck to his cheek. the one that covered one specific part on his wrist.

what the hell did have have so many bandages for? was he that reckless of a person that he was always getting hurt…or was this all a fashion statement? you wouldn’t be shocked if it was just for fashion. a lot of people do that, so you couldn’t judge. you’d watch as he’d adjust the nose piercing in his nose and then guide his palm into his hair, lightly scratching his head.

“here,” you push his paper back in his direction and thank him for showing the answers. the two of you finally get on track and finish your work and turn your papers into the box that reads ‘homework’ in black sharpie.

since you and choso would be partners for the rest of the semester, it was a good opportunity to get to know him as time passed….and it was also because your professor suggested that you do so.

placing your elbow on the table and your chin in your palm, you’d face your attention over to the artsy boy, who now had a small sketchbook in his possession, lightly marking the paper with his pencil, only to finally add details slightly darker.

“um…so, choso, right?” you start. the tip of his pencil snaps as he flinched upon hearing his own name. the male turned to you as his thumb lightly punched the end of his pencil to replace the broken lead.

“yeah…that’s me.” he finally replies, his eyes averting another way. he seemed to have a hard time making eye contact with you. his expression was calm and stoic. something you never seen before. “did you need something?”

“well, you know we’re partners for the semester so…what’s your hobbies?” you were damn near dying of cringe at the moment. it wasn’t the fact that you were talking to this super smart and creative guy. it was because you hardly knew how to start conversations. mentally, you curse your inability to normally interact in public.

“um..well, i’m kind of an artist. i mean, i consider myself one. i like taking pictures on the polaroid i got for christmas one year…and uh—i read a lot.” choso explains. he seemed like the typical smart guy with creative qualities and a bit shy.

“oh, that’s cool. that explains why you’re in this class.” you say. you noticed that choso would give you a faint smile, something different from his stoic demeanor.

“mhm…well, what about you?” choso queries. you bite your lip. you knew the question would come soon but not that soon. you were thinking that he’d elaborate on how much he loved his hobbies, giving you time to think of what you were gonna say yourself.

you take a breath before finally introducing yourself properly. you quietly say your name, followed by your interests and some other unnecessary details that no one asked for but you were nervous. nothing wrong with that.

choso seemed pretty attentive when you were nervously rambling about whatever came to your head. giving his input on some of the things you mentioned also. you seen choso’s eyebrows raise up when you mentioned the concept of being interested in painting, though he didn’t say anything else about it.

it was time for photography class now and choso’s first project was coming up. that wasn’t an issue for him since this was something he was heavily interested in.

reading the instructions on the paper in his mind, the little voice in his head speaking for him, he saw that he had to make a scrapbook with brand new pictures that reveal something about him.

something like a self portrait but without the drawing and the excessive erasing whenever something turns out ugly.

“that sounds like a cool project. hey, take a pic of me right now,” yuji smiled, posing into the camera. but choso shook his head.

“i’ll come by this weekend and we’ll take some pictures. i want you to be clear and in front of the camera. not goofy and pixelated.” the male replied, making yuji laugh.

“i won’t be pixelated—maybe your wifi sucks.”

“i will admit, my internet does go in and out sometimes. it’s very frustrating…but i get around.” choso leaned his back against the pillow, his head gently resting against the wall behind the bed.

“how are the others? are they well?”

“eso and kechizu are outside,” yuji would back away from the camera to look out of the window, which gave him a view of the front yard and the surrounding houses.

“they’re playing with the frisbee.”

“i’m glad they’re doing fine. have you three eaten anything?”

yuji hummed, “i wanted to try cooking but i didn’t wanna burn the place down so we’re getting takeout at that buffet you took us to back in the summer.”

“don’t touch the stove unless i’m there. i really don’t want you hurting yourself or anyone else for that matter.”

as choso and yuji’s conversation prolonged, choso began working on some homework that he had from his english and math class. yellow tinted lights surrounded choso as he used a small remote and flick on his fairy lights and his attention was focused back onto the paper, his pencil scratching lightly against it while he used his binder for support.

the next day was an off day so choso decided that he’d take a walk to the cafeteria and get breakfast. holding his backpack firmly against his back, he’d walk into the large area. the male was being casual and chose to wear a grey sweatshirt and a pair of joggers with his hair tied back into a ponytail, leaving some of his hair hanging down in the back and in his face as usual.

sneakers lightly clicking against the tiled flooring of the cafeteria, choso would grab some plasticware and a plate and he’d pick out what he wanted to eat, which were two fluffy pancakes, eggs, and two sausages. he was slightly disappointed that there weren’t any bacon that day but there was always next time.

choso wasn’t really a coffee guy but it was that or be stuck with drinking tea or water—out of everything he preferred water but he was getting older and it was about time he’d try something new.

the male was in his own world, finishing some work that he fell asleep doing the night before and reluctantly sipping the coffee. he already knew his stomach would be gurgling the entire day because of it. or because of the fact that he hated the taste so bad that he was able to force his body to reject it.

soon enough, he saw a figure situate themselves beside him. pausing his music to see who had been sitting near him, his heart nearly bursted out of his chest when he found you. a lump in his throat formed when you gave a gentle smile and waved at him.

“hey, how come you’re sitting by yourself?” you ask him as you began to eat your breakfast. you had the same items on your plate but what was different was the fact that you had some chocolate milk with you. not the drinks that the school offered. it was making him wonder where you got the carton of milk from.

“ah, i just needed time to myself. i have so much stuff to catch up on. i have to schedule a train back home to visit my brothers this weekend and my photography class is starting a project so i have to start that. i also need to be preparing for my chemistry and algebra tests.” choso explained to you in a frenzied tone. you wanted to giggle at how quick he was speaking. not to insult him but you thought it was funny how panicked he sounded.

“shit, you already have tests? your teachers must be pretty serious about their work—or they just wanna get the topics out of the way.” you take a sip of your milk. choso nods, wrapping his index finger around one of the loose strands of his ink colored hair.

“you don’t? no fair.” choso chuckled. “well, you might’ve picked some easier classes than i had. you don’t strike me as a girl that enjoys the concept of extended education.”

the comment caught you off guard but he was right. you didn’t look like the typical college girl, nor did you look like you particularly enjoyed coming to class. you were just there because you were told to go. you were just happy to find something that made you happy.

“i didn’t wanna be here at first but i got used to it.” you’d take a bite of your sausage and quickly chew it before speaking again. “my parents were insistent on me coming to college. even after i said that i didn’t wanna go, they forced me anyway. back in high school i found myself signing up for FAFSAs and all that fun stuff.”

“oh, so you don’t actually pay out pocket to come here?” he queried. “that’s good, you won’t be in debt and you won’t have to pay anything back.”

“what about you?”

“no, i’m in the same situation as you. i’ve just become keen to people not making the best choices when it came to schooling.” choso replied as he’d close his laptop, finally finishing the study guide that he was given from his chemistry class.

he spoke so proper and sophisticated. talking to him made you think you were talking to a counselor. his voice was deep but smooth like butter. somehow, he made you feel safe even though you didn’t know him very well.

you noticed how simple his clothes were compared to when he came to class or when you saw him leaving school grounds to head back into the city for who knows what. he was always well kept. even in his lazy clothes.

the cologne he wore had a smell that you knew would stick in your mind and in the memory of your nostrils for a long while. if you ever smelled it somewhere else, it’ll instantly remind you of him.

when the two of you finished your breakfast, you were about to get up and throw your plate out when choso gently took it from your hands.

“i’ll take it,” he said softly, taking the plate and stacking it on top of his. your cheeks flushed a bit when you felt his large hand brush against yours.

his skin was soft as if he exfoliated himself everyday and it had a warm, comforting sense to it. when he walked away, you started to wish he stayed there and just held onto your hand for an extra moment.

the weekend came around and choso was making his was off of the train and heading back home. once he arrived, he was barraged with greetings and yuji throwing himself into choso’s chest.

“how’s your classes?” eso queries.

“it’s—hm…well i can’t say they’re boring because i love my classes. but some can be tedious or annoying. like math. the moment i get the hang of one topic, we’re already moving on to the next. then i’ll have something new to learn.” choso replied. “and you three?”

“me and megumi hung out.” yuji said excitedly. “and then gojo sensei took us to this movie. it was so cool but megumi didn’t like it. he said it was stupid.”

“your idea of “cool” is definitely interesting.” eso chimed in.

“was it another worm movie?” choso slipped his shoes off and gently placed them on the shoe rack. yuji twisted his lips upward.

“it was not….it was a bug movie. it was about this roach that wanted to be as big as a spider. and guess what? huge spoiler; the roach got big. and i mean huge.”

“very interesting, itadori.” choso chuckled, seeming a bit amused by yuji’s odd adventures. “i’m sure the movie was good—maybe. i don’t know. your choice of movies are actually weird.”

“my choices are not weird.” yuji pouted. “you watch probably romance movies all the time…um—not that that’s a bad thing. but you still probably do.”

“if you knew me, you’d know that i’m not interested in those. they’re kinda cheesy. i’ll settle for romcoms. other than that, i watch horror and mystery.”

“yeah, you’re totally an old man.”

“i’m only nineteen….”

ending notes. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG i’ve made like six apologies about this but yk i just don’t want ya thinking i’m neglecting this story cuz i like this more than anything i’ve ever made. headcanons are next and MAYBE street racer choso because it just popped in my head this morning. excuse any mistakes if i’ve made any. i apologizeeee. remember, comments and reblogs are much appreciated and thank you for reading.

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cha0ticatfy · 2 years

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✦ 𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑨𝑺𝑻 ✦

(Ari Levinson x Naive Reader!) One shot

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· Plot: When you travel to the coast for undefined time, didn´t thought in meeting a man with whom you would end up falling in love.

· ¡Warnings! SMUT, +18 ONLY. Naive reader, innocence kink! Age gap (Reader is in a legal age) Explicit language, size kink! Horny thots, Size kink! Pet names (Doll, Princess) p in v Fluff,!! explicit language, mentions of reader losing her virginity, talking about marriage, mention of using condom! if I missed someone please let me know! Not following the RSDR plot

· IF YOU DON´T LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

· Autor’s note: Heyyy I really hope that you like this One Shot, this is inspired in the song “West Coast” By Lana Del Rey, everything written here was thought and written by me, you do not have permission to adapt it for any platform,

English is not my native language, I apologize for writing errors, I will try to improve as long as I keep practicing

· Reblogs, notes and likes are appreciated! Feel free to make requests <3

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University was out, summer vacation never sounded so exciting before, previous years your vacations consisted of going camping with your parents and their friends, listening to boring business talk, and eating so many roasted marshmallows until the sugar completely invaded your system.

But this year is different, coming of age had privileges and disadvantages, but at least you can choose where to spend the rest of your vacation before worrying about finding a job because the university was over.

Going to the coast didn't sound so bad, as a child you went to visit your grandmother a lot and spent most of the time together, until family problems drove you further and further away, fortunately this was the opportunity to recover quality time with your grandmother, or..not? whatever the stay would be nice.

The first days were pleasant, you talked until dawn with your grandmother about stories that both had lived, cooking together, and learning to sew dresses with the old fabrics that she kept in the shed, but without a doubt your favorite activity is the handmade pearl necklaces, in a small wooden box there were different miniatures to make jewelry, and absolutely that was one of your favorite hobbies.

One afternoon you decided to leave your room and enjoy the sunset at sea, only wearing a purple nightgown of soft fabric, admiring the pink and orange colors that were reflected in the water of the vast sea, you slowly entered to swim on the sea, seeing the sea shells and feeling how the small waves rock your body, there is nothing more beautiful than summer on the west coast, or so you thought until when you came to the surface and you saw him.

A 6'8 tall, bearded man with long hair, shirtless, only wearing shorts, he was smoking a cigarette while watching the pink sunset too, he seemed interesting, handsome, and attractive in a way that only he could be.

"hello" an innocent look and nervous smile made him smile a little, his presence was evident, and he could intimidate anyone

"hey" he said as he finished blowing out the cigarette smoke

"Haven't I seen you around here before, tourist?"

"Oh no, I'm here indefinitely, I'm staying with my grandmother for the summer"

"nice" he said as he continued to watch the sunset

"And…. you? Do you live here?

you came out of the sea, the difference in height was noticeable, and in age too, after all he is a grown man

"I work in the mechanical workshop of the city, that's why I obviously live here"

With the cold air and drops of water dripping from your nightgown, your hard nipples were noticeable on the soft fabric of the nightgown.

"You should go in and put on a sweater, you're going to catch a cold in the evening air"

Confused you turned to see the sky just to check the weather, slowly the air changing to a fresh summer breeze

Turning back, you saw him walking to the right, casually leaving.

"hey, wait! what's your name?” you said raising your voice, he turned his head over his shoulder

"Ari" he said as he raised his hand to say goodbye and turned around.

You saw him go away while the fresh wind blew stronger and stronger, you ran through the sand towards your grandma house, you went up to the bathroom and you could see your appearance in the mirror, unruly hair and after all this time, a transparent nightgown that clearly shows your body, you sighed in shame and took a cold shower.

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It had been one week since you saw Ari Near the coast, you simply found him attractive, whatever it was that one day when you were going out to watch the sunset became a routine, going every day without fail to sit in front of the sea and create pearl necklaces and collecting shells by the sand.

You caught Ari's attention, since the first time he saw you that afternoon swimming in the sea, it wasn't very common for his life to have new experiences, business, money, money and business that was his life, he almost never took the time to appreciate cute things like you and to be honest, Ari is an observant man, he paid attention from his balcony while he smoked, he watched how you stayed up late in front of the sea, dancing and laughing alone over little occurrences that only made sense in your head, if only he knew that part of your occurrences had to do with him, and maybe not yet in a lustful way.

He could tell how naive you are by the way you get excited when you see the sea as if it were the first time.

And the next day he was coming back from work, seeing from afar the little lady keeping seashells in her hair.

"Ari…hi!" you said smiling when you saw him, he really didn't seem like a bad guy, and he isn't but a part of him really wanted to push your limits.

“Hello doll how was your day ?” you smiled slightly “Fun, I stayed here, and I stopped by the supermarket to buy some things” you said while watched the man place his backpack on the sand and sit next to you,

He lit a cigarette to take a drag

"Can...Can I try?" You said while pointing your index finger at the cigarette.

"Oh doll, sweet girls like you shouldn't try this, I don't even know if you're of legal age" Ari knew, he knew that you're of legal age, otherwise he would have deprived himself of paying attention to you, anyway he wanted to know how far you would go.

“Well I´m 19, I’m a grown woman and I can try a cigarette if I want” You said as you raised your head to try to reach his height, even though you were sitting there were still noticeable centimeters of difference between you,

"Tell me your name and maybe I'll let you try a little doll"

"y/n" you said while looking into his eyes trying to scan his reaction, you wanted to try new things this summer, smoking is bad you've heard it hundreds of times, but Ari aroused in you the desire to learn new things.

He smirked and passed you the cigarette,

"You have to take a deep breath and release after a while"

you did it, and you thought you did it right, but a cloud of hot smoke passing through your throat, burning you and making you cough said the opposite,

"you see, this is not for girls as pretty as you" he said while patting your back.

"Then why do you like it so much?"you said. "hard to explain doll"

After a while in silence enjoying each other's company, you talked "do you have family here? I always see you alone"

"Well yes I have my family, my brother is in the city and my parents too"

"Oh” after a long pause you talked again “... are you married?" God knows that question came naturally, Ari would think it was an insinuation, of course if the question came from another girl, he laughed but just because your innocent look he noticed that you really wanted to know.

"No, that's not for me" simple answer, you were about to ask him something else, ask him why he believed that marriage was not for him, but he interrupted you by returning the question

"Do you have a boyfriend doll?"

you moved your head to the sides saying no, Ari was internally glad of the answer, he didn't think any boy deserved to be with someone like you, he didn't even think that he was worthy to talk to you, such an innocent girl quickly trusting a stranger who had just know Which would be dangerous if he wasn't as respectful as he's been.

"I liked a boy from the university, but he has a girlfriend" you said wanting to open more to the conversation.

“Well sometimes boys are trash, they miss it”

you laughed loudly, "what?" he said while laughing a little too.

"You sounded like my best friend, she would say things like that"

"How long will you stay here?" he said, his question wiped the smile off your face as you remembered that you had to go home, "I don't know, I'll just go back to look for a job, I'd like to become independent" he noticed how your moods changed "hey don't get discouraged, the world is wide and there are beautiful things in every corner of it, you are proof of it"

"you think I'm pretty" you smiled proud, self-centered, happy that the handsome man said you're pretty

"How old are you Ari?"

"Ouch, do you want to make me feel old? I'm 40 doll"

"oh you're already an old man" fantasizing and thinking about it made you feel butterflies in your stomach, without even knowing why, but risky sounded attractive.

"You really think I'm an old man? An old man couldn't do this" he said and then got up and took you by the waist and carried you. Strong laughter came out of your mouth while Ari carried your body with ease.

"Ari stop! I can't anymore" you said while you ran out of air from laughing so much at the game of chase and catch that Ari was doing

he was getting hard just hearing you say that he likes the sound of your laugh and what you say while you laugh out loud, but he would like to hear it in another context, an adult context.

it was getting dark, the moon reflected in the sea and Ari was hungry "Come with me I know a nice place we could go"

you turned to see your grandmother's house, staying inside, and missing out on the fun was not one of the plans so you decided to accompany him.

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A small restaurant set in the sea, surfboards as decoration and marine animals, phosphorescent lamps and Hawaiian tables, they entered the restaurant, you took two Hawaiian necklaces, you wanted to put one on Ari but he is simply taller, with tenderness he bent down so that you will place it.

The people who worked in the restaurant knew him and looked at you amazed, a 6´8 bearded man, owner of important mechanics from the west coast, together with an adorable and innocent girl with unruly hair and a pale blue beach dress.

He pulled your chair over for you to sit down while you took the menu, "It's really nice here" you said as he ordered the waiter two drinks "do you drink alcohol doll?"

"I've never tried it, but I could try" for Ari that was a resounding no, he didn't want you to end up with a hangover and bad experiences, "I'll order a lemonade with tequila and for her an orange juice"

"and my drink?" a noticeable pout was seen on your face

"You'll try mine; I don't think you'll end up liking it"

You got up from the table when a catchy song began to play on the small restaurant floor, dancing enjoying the moment, you approached Ari to the dance floor, you both danced together and he carefully put his hands on your back without warning you took his hands and you went to your waist, with confidence you saw him smiling and they continued dancing

And that Ari liked that you were sure of yourself,

The night passed normally, enjoying the stories that each one had to tell, Ari drinking his tequila with lemonade, sure that the alcohol had no effect on his system.

He checked his watch to realize that it was already midnight

"Doll we should go back" "but Ariiii I'm having a lot of fun with you" you said with a pout on your face, and Ari was clearly proud of it, "I know doll but we should go back, then I'll take you to more nice places near here but it's time to go" "mmkay" you said as you placed your empty glass on the table,

He paid and you both walk with entwined hands, going back the on way he had traveled since he arrived at the coast years ago, the same path you memorized after spending a few weeks in that beautiful place, swinging their hands as they walked, you both walked in front of the sea, you stopped walking

"Is everything okay doll?" he said trying to analyze if something was wrong, you compared his big and warm hand next to yours, your small and soft hand decorated with pastel pink nail polish, you saw it for a few seconds and you got up to kiss him which took Ari by surprise, he took you by the waist to give you stability while he reacted by taking control of the kiss, it was obvious that it was your first kiss since the lack of experience of your lips showed it to him, he began to get hard, you gave up trying to take control of the kiss, leting yourself be guided by him, the taste of alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth began to please you, a feeling that only happened when you watched romantic movies on television started to be created between your legs.

You both separated due to lack of air before that dominant kiss, he could observe you, illuminated by the light of the moon with puffy lips and tired eyes your where really tired, his erection was noticeable on his canvas pants, you smiled innocently and with lust, to then run quickly to your grandmother's house, you carried your shoes in your hands, your hair free by the wind and traces of your bare feet in the sand leaving a small path on the sand.

"Fuck doll, you will end up being my perdition” he said as he watched your little silhouette disappear as you ran

you arrived home, agitated, happy and with adrenaline that made your heart beat fast, you went up to your room and in your bed looking at the ceiling while you remembered everything that happened in a moment, small tickles in your intimate zone made you tremble, you have never felt something so strong for someone, and it feels so forbidden because you feel it for a man who is years older than you, now you were happy, hot and tired

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the next day you went out again in front of the sea, remembering what happened the night before, excited for the rest of the time here and wishing it would not end, but surprisingly Ari did not arrive at the time he used to do it, it was getting late and you decided enter your house again, your grandmother was not at home, on Saturdays she goes out with her friends and usually she came back the next day so you have one day alone per week, it was around 11 at night, you were in your pants pink plaid and a little tank top with a strawberry embroidered on the front, waiting for the microwave to finish making the popcorn before watching a movie

The doorbell rang which was strange to you because your grandmother hardly ever receives people on her house,

It was Ari, a black leather jacket and a gray shirt, boots, and blue canvas pants, more attractive than you remembered him

"Hello Ari, I didn't know you would come, which is also funny because I never told you where I live" you said joking, you invited him to come forward, "I've come here a couple of times to repair some things, and how careless I would be if I didn't know where my girl lives" he said

his girl you liked how it sounded and it seemed like a nice way he perceived you,

the microwave sounded breaking the silence, the popcorn was ready, you went to the kitchen for a bowl "why did you run doll?" you turned to see him, you felt small for a moment "did you think he was going to come after you and catch you?" you swallowed hard, that wasn't really what you wanted, it was just a bit of fun

"well no, princess I don't run after what I want, I go patiently for it" he went to the kitchen, "well here you are now" you said while he placed behind your ear a lock of your hair "is this a game for you princess?" you moved your head to the sides, it wasn't, but you're such a tease "N..no Ari" he took your chin with his hands so you could see "I like you princess, you're pretty and I promise to be there for you and take care of you, and spoil you, only if you let me"

"Yes," never you a word come out of your mouth so quickly, he kissed you a dominant kiss, claiming what is his "you left me hard the other day" "I guess you finished horny too right princess" how could he know?

"When you kissed me.. I felt ticklish" Ari smirked, "I know doll, where did you feel it?" you gave him an innocent look you both knew where

While he was playing with your lips with his thumb, you opened your mouth to sigh and he took the opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth, instinctively you made way for him sucking his thumb, but he wanted you to use your words, "down there..." you said softly,

"does your pussy tingle when I kiss you like this?" He took your chin again to kiss you, separating the kiss and feeling how the smell of his man's perfume was impregnated on your neck as he passed his lips over your neck "ah...ah...Ari it tingles"

the scratchy effect that his beard produced on the skin of your neck it started to make you feel wet, "so sweet, you smell so good princess, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell"

"Why don't you come check it out yourself?" you said laughing, "oh doll I'm sure you fantasize about me taking you, taking your small and fragile body in my hands and kissing you in such pure places that you have"

"A..Ari..please"

"please what doll?” “what do you want my little girl huh?"

"ah.mm..Ari" meaningless words and monosyllables came out of your mouth while he play with one of your nipples on the fabric of your shirt, "the first time I saw you come out of the sea, you were so pretty, it seemed that the beers that I had taken they were making me see the sirens of the sea, but it was you"

"Ari whait.." he stopped "I really want to do it with you, but I've never had something like that with any man before, please be gentle” he saw you with love and lust, but the lust doesn´t mean to be a dick with you "doll of course I will be, just trust me" He took you by the hand and went out the door, you both walked to his house, you entered and saw the furniture and the comfortable esthetics for such a beautiful house, you both went up the stairs and reached his room, the main room with a large balcony and a bed with black sheets and big white pillows the only thing that illuminated the place was the light of the full moon, slowly he took your shirt and searched your eyes to ask for approval, you nodded and he removed it above your head, your small breasts being attacked by the raspy kisses that Ari gave them "Ah...Ah....Ari I like...I like it"

so sensitive, your first time doing something so impure with someone and even better, someone who really knew what they're doing "those college kids will never know how to do it like me," said while he was lying you on the bed, you watched Ari get rid of her jacket leather and his T-shirt, his muscular body and his hair that went down to his intimate zone made you bite your lip, they were so different, your pale skin prickled when he slowly lowered your pink pajama pants, leaving you exposed to him only wearing little purple panties that matched your skin tone,

"it's not fair I'm almost naked and you're not" you said laughing Ari smiled and started tracing small circles on your clit on top of your panties "Ah.ahg..Ari" meaningless moans and heavy breaths flooded the room, desperate you lowered your panties to give him more access, a wet circle was on your panties,

"So desperate for my doll? "Look how wet you are, all this for me?"

"y..yes..ah. Only for you" he carefully slid his middle finger through your folds making you shake in pleasure, he slowly inserted a finger and you let out a screech of pain , you had never entered that such an intimate place, a little discomfort made you close your legs, he opened them again and with a slow rhythm he place a rhythm

"My perfect and pretty doll, you are so beautiful when you are so clouded with pleasure" after a minute of playing with your clit you started to feel the orgasm "Ari I feel ... Strange...Ari...ah" it was your first orgasm approaching, "let it go for me princess"

"ah..Ari..Ahh" your walls giving you intense pleasure as they squeezed Ari's fingers, "so fucking tight doll" he said, you smiled happily after that feeling of pleasure that made you feel like the air you breathe is purer, you sat slowly on the bed, watching Ari, and of course he couldn't be happier to see you pleased, admiring how your hair, which was always messy, fell slightly down your cheeks,

He unbuttoned his pants remaining in boxers, you approached the edge of the bed and curiously touched his already hard member "fuck, doll"

"you're very hard," you said while you looked at him astonished, he lowered his boxers to reveal his erect member, you opened your eyes in surprise, you've never seen “that” before in real life, "Ari... you're so big, that's not going to fit" you said amazed and worried while you touched him with your hand, cleaning a drop of pre cum from his member

"doll, I'll be gentle " He took a condom out of his wallet, put it on,and you watched intently the process expectantly as to what he would do next. a little convinced you agreed "we won't do anything you don't want to do", "I want to try new things Ari, and I want to do it with you" you told him while he smiled, his erection brushing your stomach, you slowly settled back on the bed, and he guided his member to your entrance

allowing the head of his cock to enter slightly, a groan of pain remind him that he should be careful with you, he began to slowly introduce himself on top of you feeling how tight you are, "so tight, taking me so well, you are perfect princess"

"Ah Ari... It hurts so bad...Ari please" you said as large tears ran down your cheeks, he took your legs and placed them on his waist, you are lying down and he with his feet still on the floor, he leaned down to kiss your cheeks and say nice things to you. distract you from the pain, after a few seconds he began to give some soft but firm thrusts making you release some "huh" of pleasure, while he strongly took your hips and moaned how much he liked being inside you, your breathing became more agitated, you began to squeak his name louder, you were reaching the climax and so was he, while he saw how your small breasts bounced while he rammed you, he could feel

how your walls squeezed him letting him know you were reaching orgasm, "Ari I'm ah..." a loud moan sounded throughout the room when you still felt waves of pleasure run through your body, Ari increased her speed and came inside the condom staying a little longer inside you, while he felt how his breathing leveled off, he took his member out of your pussy and gave a few small blows with it on your clit, making you tremble with pleasure as it intensified your sensitivity

you turned around and smiled broadly as you felt the fresh air that came through the window, sensitivity in your intimate area and a lot of adrenaline,

Ari got rid of the condom and lay with you on your bed, recovering her normal breathing, "Ari i Loved it" you said as you hid your head on his chest, he caressed your back and played with your hair, "You're perfect doll" he kissed you on the forehead, he put it on you his shirt, you smell of him and that makes you feel so good, so desired and loved by the man who since he saw you felt that you were a mirage because of how beautiful you are in his eyes,

You both get dressed after a cold shower you used Ari's bath products, you ended up smelling like him and you honestly liked it, “Ari I feel a little bit sore" you said while you showed him one of the bruises that his strong grip on your hips had left

"I know princess, let's rest, so tomorrow I can take you to see more new places near here" you nodded happily and hugged him, you both went to his bed and he slept hugging you, feeling your essence of red fruits on his sheets, you don't complete each other, you COMPLEMENT each other, and that's all Ari is looking for and all you didn't know you needed.

After all, you don't think you'll need to go back, with Ari you have everything you need, and for work... well eventually some small businesses in the mall ended up making you the secretary of the auto shop on the coast, and Ari can even rethink If marriage is for him.

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kisscara · 1 year

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12. shopping spree! [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

this was awkward, to say the least. seeing each other in casual clothing was awkward. just standing there was awkward.

"hi," you laugh with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood and thank the archons above, it does. scaramouche huffs, "let's go. we don't have all day." you catch up to him as he begins walking.

for a thursday after classes, the mall was surprisingly packed. you had hoped the opposite since this would possibly make the time seem longer.

scaramouche takes a glimpse at you. his lips scrunch up as a sign of his rising embarrassment. '(name) in such comfy wear... this is insane.' he reaches up to rub his eyes as if ridding himself of a delusion.

you wring with your hands and hum. "so... what type of music do you listen to, scaramouche?" you ask, trying to start a conversation. scaramouche removes the headphones from his ears and places it around his neck to hear you better.

he quickly searches for an answer when his eyes catch sight of an ad on the overhead screen in the mall. "vocaloid!" scaramouche hurriedly exclaims in a frenzy. you tilt your head in confusion. he felt his whole world come crashing down. he loves hatsune miku, sure, but not as much as he loves you.

nevermind that, if he had to be honest, their music was nothing compared to your immaculate drumming skills. to scaramouche, no one could outshine 5O5 and especially you.

"oh! that's interesting!" you two instantly fall silent after that weird talk. however, something else was on scaramouche's mind.

scaramouche's eyes sparkle as he watches you, determined. '(name) is so kind and knows how to handle these types of things like a pro. as expected of them.' he clears his throat and queries, "is this the music store you go to?"

you wordlessly nod and follow him inside. you're immediately met with the wonderful smell of different instruments when you step foot within the premises. you swore you could recognize it from a mile away. you take a deep inhale and exhale in content.

"(name)!" a small, red-eyed, blonde haired girl greets you and scaramouche at the doors. she gleefully giggles, "i missed you!" you welcome the girl into your arms and grin. "have you been a good girl, klee?" klee eagerly nods.

from behind the front counter, barbara leans over it. "good afternoon, (name) and..." her eyes go wide and she yelps, "student council president!?" klee gasps, "no way, he's the president?" a brunette passes by with a box of what appears to be carrying music catalogues.

"student council president," xinyan corrects klee and heads to the counter. klee looks up at scaramouche. he tries to give her his most sincere gaze but of course, it comes off intimidating toward the little girl. klee shivers and makes a face at him.

scaramouche's finger wavers as he points to the pouty girl with a grimace, "do you know them?" you chuckle, "these are my friends, barbara, xinyan and klee. barbara and xinyan are second years at our school and klee is barbara's cousin while xinyan is barbara's best friend."

scaramouche hums in a disinterested way. "i see." he puts his fingertips together and faces you, "now, about those gloves." you startle and nervously grin. 'i totally forgot about that...!'

klee tugs at your sweater's sleeve. "come with klee, (name)! klee will show you what gloves to get 'cause klee already knows your size!" she gives you a proud look and you find it hard not to smile at how cute she's being.

klee begins dragging you away and scaramouche gawks, "hey, kid, they're supposed to stay with me!"

he rushes after you and the three of you stop in a certain aisle. klee pulls the wooden stool closer to her and gets on top of it. her frilly, bright red summer dress ruffles as she reaches up to get the perfect gloves for you.

klee points out, "we're having a discount today on all things related to the drums but not including the drums itself. for example, gloves, drumsticks, snare cases and et cetera. if you purchase this, your total would be thirty dollars but because of our special fifty percent off discount, it will go down to-"

xinyan covers her mouth, earning a mouthed 'thanks' from scaramouche.

"scaramouche, do you like spending time with little kids?" now that you've bought the gloves, you and scaramouche are simply strolling about the mall. it won't hurt to have a little bit of free time, right? scaramouche ponders for a few moments. "yeah, i do. makes me miss taking care of my baby sister."

your pupils dilate in surprise. "i never knew you had a sister. or any siblings, at that." you smile at him and his face goes red. scaramouche rubs his neck, muttering, "i have two sisters, actually. one of them is in middle school and the other one is my twin."

"you have a twin!? that's so cool!" you gleefully clasp your hands together, the bag containing the drummer gloves trapping between your forearm and your arm. scaramouche smugly smirks, "what do you think, (name)? am i the better twin?"

you get caught off guard by his sudden inquiry. you think for a bit. "i haven't met your twin yet, so i can't really decide," you murmur. he pauses before gesturing, "well, she looks like me but as a female. she's into fashion and would have a mental breakdown if she chipped a nail. basically my polar opposite, minus the anger issues."

it's great he's self aware.

"mm... then i'd choose you as the better twin." you add, "you're very responsible and even though you don't show it much, i know that deep down, you care about your friends." you happily chirp, "you wouldn't have let me buy this off of the school funds if we weren't friends, right?"

scaramouche's ears go red. he tries to play it off and shrugs, "sure. anyways, do you want something to eat?" his offer makes you knowingly smile. "i thought you said we were only going to buy this." you shake around the bag and he scoffs, "it's on me, so it's not apart of the school funds."

"i'm just borrowing money left and right." you clench your fist and weep, "if only i wasn't so broke... i'll pay you back, i promise!" scaramouche impotently waves, "stop being so dramatic before i change my mind. now let's go before the food court closes."

you never would have imagined eating with scaramouche, in public, just the two of you! to any bystanders, it might seem like a date. the idea makes your heart pound even faster as countless other thoughts race within your mind. for sometime now, you've been taking small bites, still embarrassed about this whole situation.

scaramouche rests his head in his hand while fidgeting with the straw in his glass of water. "(name), what's it like, being apart of a band?" and thank God he starts a conversation because you were starting to feel as though you were going to piss yourself, sitting there in silence.

"it's fun! i've made a lot of memories with them, but even though we're in a band, they're still my best friends before they're my members. yun jin is the band leader, so you should really talk to her about the whole band experience since she handles most of our events with our manager," you say, now feeling comfortable enough to eat.

for a split second, scaramouche contemplates on his next question. "what do you think about your fans?"

you raise a brow and ask, "like, solely my fans or the band's fans in general?" scaramouche takes a sip from his glass and adds, "yours." you sheepishly laugh, "to be honest, i think i have very few. the drummer tends to go unnoticed and i guess i'm okay with it since..."

you tap at your chin, "this one time, our keyboardist, ayaka, actually had a crazy fan of hers. he was totally psycho, 'cause he even followed her places and took pictures of her whenever he got the chance. she had to file a lawsuit against him and all of this happened last year."

scaramouche gulps. he's not like that... right?

"the thought made me, well, not just me, but the rest of the members angry as well. we never revealed it to our fan base and the public, but that's the reason ayaka had to go on a three month hiatus. can you believe the audacity of that guy? honestly, i'd rather have no fans at all than thousands and not knowing who's a total creep."

after dumping all of that on scaramouche, he began feeling queasy.

would he ever reveal the truth about himself being your fan from the start? there is a difference between obsession and just pure admiration. however, would you be able to understand that?

scaramouche likes you for your dedication to your band and your impressive drumming skills as well as your personality.

but would you get the wrong idea and think that he only likes you for who you are on that stage, holding those drumsticks, or for being the person you truly are?

scaramouche could barely enjoy the rest of the day with you after that. it constantly plagued his mind of what would happen should you mistaken him for such a jerk like that?

he's gotten this far and it might as well be over for him at this point. but then again...

"scara, you can have the other charm! now we're matching, see?" you wave around the angry kitty charm while you place the cute looking puppy one in his palm. "this one's you and that one's me. it matches us, right?" you giggle as you begin to attach it to your phone.

the two of you had gotten it at the arcade and scaramouche just couldn't say no to you wanting to go there.

scaramouche does the same with his phone and smiles. "yeah, it does fit us."

he can worry about all of that later. besides, he has a choice whether to reveal the truth or not, so why not just hide it from you? although by now, he should know that the truth itself never stays buried for long.

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

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sapphires-and-silver-linings · 1 year

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Half-Life | Chapter Two

He didn’t know what to make of you.

Pairing: Plaga!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Chubby!Paranormal Investigator!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Angst, Body Horror

Notes: Here's chapter two! This was a lot of fun to write! I hope you guys like the banter and interactions as much as I enjoyed writing them lol. I think our little monster Leon is so cute in this. Please leave a comment if you can! would love to know your thoughts!

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“Wow… that’s… good?” you told him, lying through your teeth, thinking about how you got yourself into this predicament.

Leon had ushered you down the winding path of the village outskirts, the two of you trying to maneuver around a pervasive awkward silence after your initial meeting.

When Leon wasn’t actively trying to intimidate you, he was reserved. Almost… shy?

To break the tension, you had asked if he invited all of his visitors home.

His reply?

“Just the pretty ones.”

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes, and he rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckle before growing more serious.

“This is the first time in a decade I’ve actually talked to someone. Most people… run away before they start asking questions.” His eyes shifted over to you as he added, “As they should. You’re a special case, apparently.”

You scoffed. “You scare them away, though. On purpose. Not my fault I saw through it.”

“Well, it’s for their own good. And my peace of mind. You really managed to catch me off guard.”

“It’s a skill few possess,” you replied with a teasing grin.

He clicked his tongue in response before leading you up to a house with large front double doors. “Home sweet home.”

You released your hold on his arm, watching as he opened them and swept his hand forward, offering to let you walk in first.

What a gentlemonster, you joked to yourself.

You nodded and made your way inside, sliding your backpack off your shoulders and setting it down against the wall before taking in the decently sized space. It was pretty nice, though bare of decorations and a bit worn. Must be great not having to pay rent.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he told you, closing the doors.

Shutting out the day, you came to realize just how dark the place was. Even the windows did little to aid your sight, as the sun was beginning to set.

“Uh, Leon?”

“Yeah?”

Those glowing red eyes were trained on you, even more pronounced in the shaded room. “Is there a light in this place? Or do you just… live like this?”

“Shit,” he hissed, breezing past you to a cabinet and pulling out an array of white candles and a box of matches, setting them on the dining table in front of you. “Yeah, I can kinda… see in the dark.”

He opened the small box and tried to carefully pluck a match from inside, struggling to gain purchase with his claws on the tiny wooden handle.

“Let me,” you offered, gently tugging out his hand and grabbing a match. “And night vision, huh? That sounds useful.”

He seemed genuinely shocked by the action, eyes widened slightly, before clearing his throat and taking a step back to let you strike the match and light the surrounding candles. “Uh, yeah. Guess so.”

Once the wicks were lit, covering the room in a soft yellow glow, you gave him a smile. “So, you were saying about dinner?”

“Right, I’ll get on that. Sit tight.”

That was an hour ago.

And now you sat with a plate in front of you, just finished with chewing a tentative forkful of the charred hunk of meat placed there.

You watched Leon eat his own in a couple bites, simultaneously uneased by the way his sharp teeth shredded the morsel to bits in mere seconds, and fascinated.

Leon pulled a face as he swallowed, sighing deeply. “No need to lie. That was awful.”

“Sorry. I really tried to like it,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Don’t be. I’m a little rusty in the kitchen. Been a long time since I’ve had company for dinner, you can imagine.” He shrugged. “And if I’m being honest, even as a human, I was never really good at cooking. Much harder with these.”

He held out his large hands, and you stared at the black claws that seemed to extend straight from his fingertips, their edges like daggers. Your gaze remained on them for a few moments before you rose it back to his face.

“I’m guessing you eat your meat raw, then?”

His eyes flicked away from you and he seemed almost ashamed. “Yeah. I didn’t, at first. Tried to keep up with cooking. But I found it easier—and tastier—to eat it… fresh. I’m not human anymore and it’s not like it can make me sick. Nothing can, actually.”

“Ah. And how does one… find that out?” you knew the answer would unsettle you but asked him anyway. It must have been morbid curiosity that drove you.

He looked uncomfortable at your questioning, and you saw his tail swish almost irritably behind him on the stool he sat upon. “I’m not sure you want to know.”

You bit your lip, feeling guilty for your nosiness. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me. But I won’t judge you for it.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “You’d be smarter if you did. You just met me, after all. Who's to say I didn’t lure you here to eat you because I like to toy with my food?”

“What are you, the big bad wolf?” you taunted, unconvinced.

He leaned forward across the table, a long tongue sliding against his fangs as he stared you down, replying in a low voice that sent a shiver up your spine, “I could be. Don’t forget you can always start running, little rabbit.”

You swallowed, trying to keep the nerves that twisted in your gut at bay. “I reiterate, no one has gone missing here in ten years. You’re not munching on anybody.”

“No one who’s been reported. You’d be surprised how many drifters are in the world.” His claws were now splayed out on the wooden surface before you, digging into it.

You being you—a fool of the highest degree—you placed your hand over his, hoping he didn’t grab your arm and sink his teeth into it. “You’re not scaring me off, Leon. And we made a deal, remember? You owe me for being willing to keep my mouth shut.”

He appeared dazed as he focused on your palm pressed to his knuckles, letting out a breath as he pulled away.

“You’re stubborn.” There was a faraway look in his eye as he added, “Reminds me of someone I know… Knew.”

“Someone good, I hope?”

He grinned, the already stretched skin of his mouth somehow pulling further. “The best.”

There was a tension between you that you couldn’t name, just looking at each other, when a loud scratching noise from the front door startled you.

“What the hell is that?” you questioned lowly, your vision zeroing in on the concerning sound.

Leon stood, looking unbothered as he strode over to the door, explaining simply, “Just Wolfie.”

You looked at him as if he lost his mind, standing from your chair and backing towards the corner of the room. “Wolfie?”

Before you could protest, he flung open the door and a flash of white fur came barreling into the house, black feathers flying through the air.

You yelped as it rushed straight to you, closing your eyes and bracing for an impact that never came.

You peeked down through your fingers and saw a large white wolf-dog sitting in front of you, its tail wagging as it offered you the thing in its mouth.

“Good boy, bringing me a crow,” Leon praised in a strangely cute voice coming from… whatever the hell he was. It made something in you flutter.

He walked over to you, leaning forward to pull the dead bird from the dog’s mouth, holding it by its neck as he inspected it. “Now that’ll be a good midnight snack.”

The dog nuzzled your leg and you bent to pet him, trying to ignore the blood that stained his snout (and now your pants). You noticed the gray hairs that decorated his white fur.

Oh, you’re an old little man, you thought, ruffling the dog’s thick coat.

Disregarding the implications of your observation, you decided to poke fun at Leon’s naming skills instead, saying, “Wolfie, huh? How original.”

Leon hung the bird on a rope by its feet in the kitchen, turning to face you with a roll of his crimson eyes. “Don’t start.”

You giggled and he seemed to smile at the sound before glancing at the table and grimacing.

“Sorry about dinner, by the way. That was the last of my meat, unless you want to eat the crow. I might let you cook it, though.”

“It’s okay, I brought plenty of food in my bag.”

“Still, I really suck at this whole host thing.”

“Not threatening to eat the guests would be a great start to fixing that,” you teased.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he replied sarcastically.

Leon took your plate and placed it on the floor, letting “Wolfie” scarf down your uneaten meal. He stroked the dog on the head lovingly, and despite how odd it was to witness the arachnid-like creature interact with a household pet in such a way, it was somehow sweet.

“Livestock,” he said after a moment, still crouched before his canine friend.

“What?”

“How I found out I liked raw meat.”

“I see.”

He glanced up at you, then, continuing, “The villagers had livestock. Cows, pigs, chickens. Most of them were killed when the town dogs were turned by the Plagas. After I cleared out the parasites, I planned on keeping a few of the farm animals around, for eggs and milk, you know?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I tried. But then I went a few days without eating, the wildlife in the area having fled during the chaos stirred up by the cult. There was nothing to hunt. Even the fish seemed to be hiding. I… I blacked out. Woke back up digging my claws into a half-eaten pig, surrounded by the bodies of the other dead livestock. I guess I—I guess I went into a hunger frenzy and slaughtered them all. Thank god I hadn’t found Wolfie at that point. I worry what would have happened if he were there.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, visibly stiffening up in horror.

He noticed your shift in demeanor and seemed to deflate, sighing miserably. “It hasn’t happened since. As long as I have something to eat every couple of days, I’m not a threat to you.”

Having witnessed him devour a chunk of venison just minutes prior, you relaxed marginally. “Still, a shame you wasted all that meat.”

He scrunched his nose before responding, “Actually… I didn’t waste it.”

“Wow, got quite the appetite, I take it?”

“Yes, but not that much.”

His evasive answers confused you. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Well, I didn’t want to lose myself again after that, so what bodies were left, I skinned and chopped up, putting them in the icebox. But then I ran out of fuel and couldn’t use the generator to power the electricity anymore. The meat went rancid. I was going to throw it out, obviously, but I was getting hungry again and I just… ate it anyway.”

You made a disgusted face. “Yum. I guess if you can’t get sick, you wouldn’t have to worry about food poisoning. Bet it didn’t taste great, though.”

“It didn’t, but meat is meat. I could stomach it and it kept me from going feral again. Small price to pay.” He sniffed as he stood up. “You have every reason to be afraid of me. Disgusted. I know I am.”

He looked away from you, then, his tail and appendages drooping in obvious distress.

You took a shaky exhale and stepped toward him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you again, the confusion at your willingness to be closer to him after that conversation clear in his red irises.

“I’ll be honest, you make me nervous,” you admitted. “But you’re obviously trying your best to hang on to the more human side of you. And I’ve never met a living cryptid before, so I think I just need time to adjust. That’s all.”

“Could I even be considered a cryptid anymore if you know who and what I am now?” he questioned with a light chuckle.

“I guess not to me, personally. But to the rest of the world? Still a cryptid, I’m afraid.”

“I’d rather not be anything to the world. Except maybe a long-forgotten ghost. Would make my life easier that way.”

“Well, luck’s on your side, cos with how popular my paranormal blog is becoming, I might be able to convince people this place is a bust and they’ll hopefully lose interest in El Escorpion altogether,” you offered.

“You’d be willing to do that for me?”

“For the right price, of course,” you told him, a sly smile on your face.

He snorted. “Of course.”

Things seemed to ease after that, the two of you chatting well into the night once you chowed down on some of the food you packed yourself.

He divulged very little about his life before the transformation, opting to tell you funny stories of his antics in the wilderness instead. He asked you about your work and even after you warned him that once you started rambling it was hard for you to stop, he encouraged you to anyway, seeming to listen intently.

You managed to circle back to why you ended up there with him in the first place, asking him about his run-ins with the occasional visitor. After describing his side of the various encounters, you both got a kick at how dramatically the others told their version of events, and how his cryptid name came to pass.

“The Scorpion, huh?” he asked in amusement, glancing at his own tail and appendages. “Guess they’re not far off.”

Eventually, the candles started burning down and a yawn bubbled up in your throat as you explained controversies in the cryptozoology community, like how some scholars speculated that certain cryptids are actually just very old B.O.W.s.

“As interesting as this has been,” Leon started after you let out another aggressive yawn, “I think it’s time to call it a night.”

“And I think I have to agree,” you said with a smile. “Where’re you putting me?”

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

With that, he led you up the stairs, Wolfie hot on your heels. He took you to the door of the only bedroom in the building, opening it up to reveal a massive and very comfortable-looking canopy bed.

You turned to Leon, confused. “There’s only one bed.”

He chuckled, plopping down on a blanket folded up on the floor next to his furry companion. “You take it. I’m good here.”

“You… sure?” you questioned tentatively.

“Positive.”

You nodded, smiling at him, and kicked off your shoes, climbing onto the mattress.

You watched him in shock as he fully retracted his appendages into his back.

He turned to catch you staring, eyebrows raised. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You cringed, feeling ashamed you got caught ogling him and his intriguing, monstrous form. “Sorry, just didn’t… expect that.”

“Never met a cryptid 'til now and you already have expectations?” he joked, leaning on an elbow to look up at you. His already too-short shirt rode up further and you blushed when you noticed his lean, muscular stomach become more exposed, looking away quickly.

“You know what I meant, you jerk,” you chided light-heartedly.

He laughed, the loudest and most genuine one he’d given to you since meeting him. The sound made you feel warm and you weren’t sure why.

“Get some rest, now,” he told you when his laughter subsided.

You stared at him for a moment longer after he turned away from you, curling up around his dog, before you replied, “Goodnight, Leon.”

And with that, you leaned over to the bedside table and blew out the candle you had brought upstairs, darkness blanketing the room.

You stayed up for a while after that, mind going over the day, everything feeling so surreal from the moment you left the car just that afternoon.

You could almost laugh to yourself as you drifted off to the sounds of Leon and Wolfie’s deep, even breaths echoing in the room, a soft wind blowing across the window.

Strange fuckin’ day.

+++

Leon was the first to rouse from slumber, unfurling himself from Wolfie and slowly sitting up.

He was a little stiff from laying in the same position on the hard floor for so long, but otherwise, it had been a good night’s rest.

That was odd, he thought.

He rarely slept at all.

He heard a light snore and turned to find your still-unconscious form wrapped tightly up in his blankets, protecting yourself against the early autumn chill that crept through the room.

Silently, he stood, petting the white dog beside him that snorted in protest at his movements before making his way over to you.

Your hair was splayed out across the pillow, your eyelashes gently kissed your cheeks, and your round face seemed almost cherubic in the morning light that streamed in from the gap of the curtained window.

Sleeping so peacefully with a monster mere feet from your vulnerable form.

He didn’t know what to make of you.

You had clearly been terrified the moment you saw him, and he could rationalize your initial inability to run as a freeze response, but you had heard a rustle in the foliage and got closer. You had seen glowing eyes and reached out. You had called him a liar when he told you he would eat you.

Did you have any sense of self-preservation?

Apparently not.

And then, despite your discomfort around him, you chatted with him like he was just another stranger passing on the street. And instead of ignoring his… differences… you commented on them. Asked about them as one would ask about the weather.

Well, you were a self-proclaimed paranormal investigator meeting a supposed cryptid, after all. It must have been a strange fascination that was causing you to be so curious instead of off-put.

But what confused him the most was the fact you had touched him—gently and with ease—like you would a friend and not a literal monster threatening to kill you.

He looked down at his clenched knuckles, recalling the warmth of your palm as it rested upon the back of his hand. He thought about the way you smiled at him, how you bantered with him and teased him.

After so long by himself, he wanted to bask in this human connection he made despite knowing it was temporary. He prayed that after you left, it would tide him over until he was ready to say goodbye to this wretched existence for good.

He knew not to hope you would come back, or that he’d be lucky enough to meet someone else that would be as willing to talk to him instead of running for the hills.

Besides, as under control as he felt now that he’d had a decade to maneuver in this new body, he wouldn’t want to risk hurting anyone. He had only ever lost control once and it haunted him ever since.

It was his worst fear if he was honest with himself. To lose his mind—his sentience—kept him up at night. Every day, he checked for signs that he might be mentally deteriorating, acting more beast than man. The longer he stayed away from other people, however, the harder it became to recognize what it was to be human in the first place.

All he knew was that he needed to end it before he ever reached that point, going from just threatening to eat trespassers, to ripping them limb from limb the moment he caught them.

He couldn’t stand the thought of innocent blood on his hands after spending his whole life trying to protect it from being spilled at all.

You let out a sigh in your sleep and his gaze focused on you once more.

Despite how ridiculous you were to him, he was grateful to you for being so kind. Even as a human, he knew that was often hard to come across. And sure, he was technically paying you off to avoid attention, but that didn’t mean you had to be friendly towards him, especially after the ill-advised admittance of his eating habits.

He wondered how he would go about waking you, if he even should.

Looked like he didn’t have to, though, when your eyes fluttered open and a scream left your lips as soon as you saw him.

He jumped back, holding up his hands in a gesture he hoped would dispel your fear. Wolfie leapt up, staggering with his old joints, before growling and searching for the possible threat in the room, oblivious to the fact it was Leon who frightened you.

It would almost be funny if you didn’t shift across the bed to get away from him. He could hear your heart thrumming behind your ribs like it had when you first met, and his own sank a bit.

He was still a monster, after all.

“It’s just me,” he said in a low, calming voice.

“Jesus, Leon, you scared the shit out of me!” you replied, pressing your hand to your chest. “Were you watching me sleep?!”

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to wake you up. I was trying to avoid scaring you, but that was a wasted effort.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, and he was pleased to hear your pulse rate begin to lower. “Maybe just call my name next time or something.”

He rose a brow at that.

Next time?

No, you must have misspoken.

Clearly unaware of how you vexed him, you moved to the edge of the bed and pulled on your shoes, stretching your arms as you finally stood up. “Well, c’mon, then. I’m starving.”

You pet Wolfie as you passed him by, the dog having calmed down from the excitement moments prior, before opening the door and strolling down the hall.

Leon just stared after you, his mouth hanging ajar for a moment at your immediate change in demeanor. He still felt guilty that he had frightened you again, though this time completely by accident. It stung a bit, but he reminded himself that you should be afraid of a seven-foot-tall creature standing over you while you slept.

He shook his head as if to clear it and followed you downstairs.

You had pulled out a cereal bar from your pack, munching away at it as you walked around the bottom floor of the house aimlessly. You turned to him as he made it into the dining room, swallowing a bite before speaking, “Don’t have much décor, I see.”

He shrugged. “There were pictures on the walls when I first settled in, but they were all of the people who died in the village and religious stuff. Felt weird to leave it up, so I put it all in the attic.”

“And you just didn’t bother to add anything else?” you teased.

“The only artwork I might consider using is in the old castle, but I didn’t think the hassle of getting it was worth it.”

“Wait, there’s a castle and you chose to live here?” you questioned in disbelief.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Too big. Plus, it’s just easier to hunt on this side of the lake.”

“A man of simple pleasures. I can respect it,” you told him, nodding sagely before you approached an empty shelf. “I take it there isn’t much literature around here, either?”

“Not really. Mostly journals and religious texts. Not exactly my cup of tea.”

“Anything from the cult?” There was an intrigued glimmer in your eye and Leon wondered if he would ever get used to it.

“All of it, actually.”

“Anything… interesting?” you asked, coming closer to him and clasping your hands together, the empty wrapper of your breakfast forgotten on the dining room table. He reminded himself to tell you to clean it up before you left.

“‘Deranged’ is probably more accurate,” he said with a scoff. “But if you’re really that curious, I can go grab one of them for you. Hope you can read Spanish.”

Your eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and he couldn’t help but find it endearing. “Yes, I can read a bit! I tried to learn as much as I could before this trip and I also brought a translation dictionary!”

“Be right back, then.”

He quickly fished Los Illuminados’ text from the attic, returning downstairs to find you brushing your teeth in the kitchen sink. When you traveled back into the dining room, he placed it in your awaiting hands, and you practically squealed as you opened the old, ornate book.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe, flipping through the pages. “And look at these illustrations! You mind if I keep this?”

“Be my guest. I have no need for it,” he replied, enjoying the way you pored over the text with visible excitement. You grabbed your translation dictionary from your pack and were about to get to work when Leon cleared his throat.

“Not to ruin your fun but don’t you have to leave soon?”

Your expression shifted, then, from one of glee to what he could only guess was disappointment. Almost like you didn’t want to leave. There was a spark of something at that, but he didn’t let it ignite.

“Right. My ride should be here soon,” you told him after checking your phone. Despite your words, you didn’t move, and he wondered what you could possibly be thinking in that pretty head of yours.

When you finally dragged your feet to pack your bag, Leon remembered the items he promised you as payment for your silence concerning his existence. He excused himself before heading into the room beside the one you were standing in, reaching into a drawer and pulling out an old ring and a handful of jewels he had collected over the years.

“You forgot something,” he said to you, unfurling his clawed hand to reveal the precious items in his palm.

You grabbed the ring first, twisting it around as you appraised it. “It seems a little early for a proposal, don’t you think, Leon?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but could feel a faint heat tinge the tip of his now-pointed ears and what remained of his cheeks. “Yeah, you wish.”

You offered an impish smile before taking the gemstones as well and pocketing them. “Well, I do hope these are actually worth something and aren’t just cheap knock-offs.”

“Definitely real, I swear. Those things are antique.”

“They better be, or else I’ll have to come back here and kick your ass.”

He chuckled at the thought. “Easy there, tiger. I’m good on my word.”

You nodded and a quiet fell over the room.

“Well, guess it’s time to go,” you eventually muttered, grabbing your backpack and swinging it onto your shoulders before you headed to the door. You were slow to reach for the handle, seeming almost… reluctant.

“Why don’t I… How about I walk you? Wouldn’t want you to get lost.” He didn’t know why he offered. If he was honest with himself, it was likely to prolong the last human interaction he’d probably ever have.

And he couldn’t deny he liked your company too.

You beamed at him as if that’s what you wanted him to say all along. “I’d like that, Leon.”

With Wolfie happily trotting behind the two of you, Leon led you into the early afternoon, the bright sun making him wince slightly, as it always did.

“You okay?” you questioned him. He shouldn’t have been surprised by your observation, already proving to him that very little got past you.

“Yeah, just… sensitive to the light, is all,” he replied with a squint of his eyes.

“Really? How come?”

He chuckled. Ever curious, weren’t you? “The Plagas are—were—damaged by light. Or the more exposed ones, I guess."

“Then how are you even handling being outside right now?”

“Not sure. Acclimated, I guess? I couldn’t go out during the day at all when I first turned. Then I just slowly spent more and more time in the sun. It’s… uncomfortable... but it doesn’t feel like I’m burning alive anymore.”

“Jesus,” was all you were apparently able to say, gripping your backpack straps.

You were both quiet for a few minutes, and he was thinking of ways to keep talking, not wanting to end the interaction in awkward silence.

“So I get you have a passion for the supernatural and all, but why come out here on your own? Don’t you have anyone who could come with you?”

You sighed. “My family and friends think I’m wasting my time. I’ve been on investigations with others like me, but I found I preferred to be alone.”

“Not even a boyfriend worried about you, huh?” He knew that was an unnecessary pry, but he couldn’t help but wonder.

“Not at the moment, no.”

He felt a strange sort of relief but refused to inspect it, instead pushing the conversation forward, “You must be some kind of adrenaline junkie, then, to be running around in the middle of nowhere, looking for monsters.”

“Maybe a little.” You shrugged. “You must be, too, considering you were a cop and an agent, right?”

“No, that’s different. I became a cop in order to help people, not that I was much good at it. And I was forced to be an agent to protect someone. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t deny the rush of doing something dangerous, but I never really looked for it. Was just forced to face it. I don’t really understand why you’d risk your life for a hobby.”

“I guess I just want to find the truth about things, no matter what it takes.” He sensed that maybe there was more to it than that as you looked away from him, instead focusing on the path ahead.

“Well, you’re lucky you haven’t gotten hurt yet. You have no idea if you’ll run into a B.O.W. or even just a wild animal that won’t hesitate to tear you to shreds,” he admonished.

“I guess I am lucky,” you agreed, nodding. “Lucky I found a big softie like you instead.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “I don’t know if you recall, but I told you I would eat you at least twice yesterday.”

“And yet you didn’t. Interesting.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, annoyed that you called him on his bluff. But then you looked up at him, radiant smile teasing and eyes bright.

He was surprised when the two of you were already at the lodge, past the village gate, so focused on you that he was mindless to anything else.

You moved to enter the building but halted when he did, turning to face him in confusion.

“This is as far as I go,” he explained, Wolfie sitting politely at his side. “Don’t want to startle whoever is here to get you.”

“Right, makes sense.”

The two of you stood there silently for a few moments, and you seemed just as unwilling to say goodbye as he was.

“Well… guess I better go,” you finally told him, kicking the dirt with the tip of your shoe.

“Probably a good idea.”

“It’s honestly a shame I have to leave already.”

He raised a brow. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve enjoyed getting to know you,” you replied softly.

Leon was taken aback by that, something warm settling inside of him. To say he felt the same was an understatement. He didn’t voice it. In fact, he didn’t voice anything, at a loss.

To dispel the tension, you quickly and teasingly added, “And I didn’t get to explore this place nearly as much as I wanted to.”

“Well, there will always be other places.” He cringed at his own words and how stupid they were.

“There sure are.” You laughed, the sound melodic, and he was reminded of your singing. How your voice alerted him to your presence just yesterday afternoon. It felt like a lifetime since then, and simultaneously like a blink of an eye.

“It was nice to meet you, Leon.” You held out your hand to him, and he realized after a moment of staring at it you meant for him to shake it. It was a far cry from the day before, certainly.

“You too,” he said, gingerly touching his palm against your own and shaking your hand carefully, enjoying the warmth of it against his always-cool skin.

You released him—far too soon, he felt—and his arm fell lamely at his side.

You pet Wolfie, scratching his ears affectionately as you said goodbye to the old dog, before focusing back on Leon.

You seemed almost somber as you told him earnestly, “I hope the rest of your life is kind to you.”

He looked over your form, committing everything to memory. The color of your eyes, your round cheeks, your soft curves, the shape of your lips and how they framed your smile.

The urge to caress your face was a shockingly difficult one to ignore.

With all his mental strength, he managed to refrain, saying instead, “Same for you.”

You nodded once, offering a final wave, and then you were through the door.

Leon stood there for a long time, hearing your footsteps getting more and more distant.

He stayed in place even as he heard you greet your ride.

He stayed until the car pulled away, the sound of it eventually fading completely.

All was quiet once more.

It felt suffocating.

Wolfie nudged Leon’s leg and finally, he moved, begrudgingly turning on his heels and heading back to the house.

He was lost in thought as he arrived, closing himself into the dark once more.

He grabbed the crow that Wolfie had caught the night before, planning on plucking it clean and sharing it with him, until he noticed a folded piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

Curious, he stopped in his tracks, picking it up and gently prying it open with his claws. Inside of it was a small, crude drawing of a rabbit, a short note scrawled underneath that read:

Something to remember me by~

Your lil bunny rabbit

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that left his mouth, echoing in the empty room.

After a moment, he set down the page, sighing deeply—warily.

Leon was alone again.

+++

The rest of your day had passed in a blur, barely able to hold a conversation with the local who picked you up from the village and took you to your hotel room. You paced for a long time once you arrived, eventually ordering takeout to abate your growling stomach but eating it without really tasting it.

Your mind could only focus on Leon.

Maybe you were crazy, but he seemed just as regretful to say goodbye as you had been.

He did say you were the only person he’d spoken to in ten years, so you didn’t want to let yourself hope that perhaps the connection with him you felt you made was genuine. He was just lonely, and you were still a stranger, after all.

You sighed, pulling the golden ring he gave you from your pocket as you sprawled across the bed, holding it up to the light to watch the ruby set into it shimmer. It reminded you of his eyes.

You groaned.

Your flight was tomorrow morning and now you had to make up some lie on your blog that was interesting enough to read without encouraging anyone to seek out the village themselves.

Tall order.

You tried to focus on what you could potentially say, but all your thoughts led straight back to the strange creature you spent the night with.

He was lonely, yes. But so were you.

You glanced at the time on your phone, knowing you needed to sleep before your flight home.

And then an idea crossed your mind.

This trip was meant exclusively for business, not pleasure, and you realized you hadn’t been on a proper vacation in a long, long time. Your savings were in good shape, your rent was paid for the month, and you worked from home.

You held the ring in your hand, closing your fist around it, the gem decorating it digging into your palm just hard enough to sting.

It was set, you decided.

You were going to stay.

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wing-ed-thing · 10 months

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Foundation (Armin x Reader)

Synopsis: You had a special place you went to vent your frustrations. You weren’t expecting company.

Word Count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: Hurt and Comfort, Fluff, Language

Notes: Why do the shortest fics take the longest time to write?

The Garrison patrols typically left around sunset, and with the discovery of the shore beyond the walls, they were suggestable to taking an early dinner. In their newfound finiteness, Titans were becoming less of a worry as time went on, after all. You had held in your tears just long enough for the Garrison patrols to leave, but now, as you were left completely alone, they had begun to stream down your face.

And so you stood atop Wall Maria, watching as the sun set. You ran a hand through your hair, fingers getting tangled, further spurring your frustration. Pressure mounted inside you, bubbling from your throat in a frustrated grunt as you slammed your heel on some metal part of the wall-mounted artillery. The impact felt nice through the sole of your boot: solid and secure.

You turned, kicking over a crate of supplies. The wooden box was heavier than you anticipated, falling directly off the one it had been stacked on with a thud. The lid popped off, and a few spools of ODM wire spilled out onto the wall. You stepped over them, right up to the very edge of the wall, as you let out a gut-wrenching scream.

You howled off into the land beyond the walls, hands clenched at your sides as you heard the vastness swallow up your voice. You let out another sob. The setting sun cast a pretty hue in the distance, painting the modest clouds that swirled overhead in shades of pink and orange. You admired the view through teary eyes. After all, there was no better view of Paradis than atop the Walls.

Having thrown your tantrum, you turned to leave, drying your eyes.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Fuck!” You stumbled back, two firm hands gripping your sleeves before you could even move toward your grips. “Armin!”

His big, bright blue eyes stared back at you. Your heart pounded in your chest from his sudden presence and your near-fall off the side of Wall Maria. He slowly helped you to more solid ground; your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to compose yourself.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” Armin’s hands hovered around your shoulders as if ready to catch you if you collapsed at any moment. You took a breath, trying as discretely as you could to wipe away the evidence of tears from your face. You knew that Armin had already seen them; even if he didn’t, he would have inevitably figured it out.

“It’s… It’s okay. You just surprised me.” You didn’t look at him, instead pivoting slightly to turn your attention back to the setting sun. Armin’s hands recoiled. “Everyone is usually at dinner around this time.” You crossed your arms, taking a few meandering steps away.

You heard him laugh. It was a nervous, boyish sound.

“I guess we have more in common than we realized.” He passed in your peripheral, his sword holsters scraping against the material of the wall as he sat on the edge. Armin hunched a bit forward, his feet giving the slightest kick as he situated himself where you just were. You eyed him like a wild animal, suspicious and wary. “I like the view here too. There’s no view like Maria.”

Armin didn’t spare you a glance as you slowly approached him and didn’t say a word as you settled down next to him. You held a knee up to your chest, the flat of your foot nestled securely against the edge of the wall.

The two of you sat silently, watching the sun fade in the distance. The miles of untouched, unexplored land below looked much less intimidating than it had just years before. Now, below was just dirt. The bloodshed on the soil had since faded into the ground. Now, below were just trees. The monsters— was it appropriate to call them that anymore?— that lurked in the forest had been put to rest. It was just space now.

“Would you like to tell me about it?” Despite its softness, Armin’s voice cut cleanly through your unorganized thoughts. You still refused to look at him, no particular reason coming to mind.

“No,” you answered with a shake of your head. You watched as a flock of birds flew overhead. “Nothing that all of us aren’t thinking anyway.” Your chest heaved with a hefty sigh as you resisted the urge to bury your face in your arms.

“I see.” Armin mirrored your posture, propping up one knee to lean his elbow on. His palm smushed the flesh of his cheek. He hummed to himself, nodding a few times. “If you think the same as everyone else, maybe talking about it will make you feel less alone.”

“Maybe.” You leaned to the side to rest your head against his shoulder. Despite the full gear you wore, you managed to find a comfortable angle. Armin tilted his head gently against yours.

The two of you sat alone. Not a soul would bother you for the rest of the night, which was why you enjoyed your secret spot so much in the first place. You thought to yourself, just you, Armin, and the vastness in front of you. The golden light cast warmth across the land, which shot out of eyesight and into the distance, the unknown.

You studied where the land met the sky and couldn’t help but feel small. The Walls, at least, allowed you to feel a sort of control in the face of the certain abyss.

You remained wordless, even as you started to cry again. You buried your face deeper into his collar, soaking the white fabric. He held your hand in both of his, resting on the seam where your holsters met each other. Your fingers intertwined as he rubbed light circles across your skin with his thumb.

“I feel the same,” he whispered against your hair, squeezing your hand.

Armin held you until it grew dark. You heard a sniffle from above you, but you were met with the slightest resistance when you turned to look at him. He held his face firmly against your head. You melted back into his shoulder, understanding. You squeezed his hand in response, calm in his presence. Solid. Secure.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: When I first met my boyfriend, who looks strikingly like Season 4 Armin (just with brown hair I guess), I was having a hard time when I first started work as a first responder. I said that I really just needed to scream “FUCK” somewhere and he said, “okay, let’s go.” He took me to a local shore to scream out into the void. I’m sure someone thought a murder happened that night. He also says, “I see” a lot so whenever it comes up in my writing he knows what’s based on him haha

Also, I feel like Armin is the kinda guy who accidentally sneaks up on people all the time

#armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert #armin #armin aot #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot reader insert #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert fanfic #x you #x reader

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randomveyn · 2 years

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ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⁞ 𝐰.𝐜. ⁞ 1.5k

⁞ 𝐜.𝐰. ⁞ fem!reader, teen!byakuya, angst, fluff, master and servant relationships, teenage byakuya and he’s somewhat tsundere au

⁞ 𝐚.𝐧. ⁞ some unconnected scenarios of byakuya in his teen age. this had been lurking in my mind for awhile now so i really need to get them out

“byakuya-sama,” the said man merely glanced your way before loosening up from his sparring stance, lowering his wooden sword before wiping off the sweats on his forehead with his tekkou gloves.

you rolled out a checkered tatami mat by the cherry blossom tree, unboxing stacks of bento boxes and laid them out in an organized manner like how he'd like it to be. “i'd brought your lunch. please take a break for the moment.” you bowed lightly with a smile, stood up and waited by the side for him to take a seat.

byakuya nodded at you before letting out an exhausted sigh, sitting down on the mat with his legs crossed, eyes briefly scanning the luxurious meals before pausing at the piping hot mapo tofu.

you instinctively reached out with an open palm, offering to hold on to his wooden sword for him, like how you'd usually do. but he didn't hand it to you today.

or rather, byakuya snatched it away before you could take it, and simply plop it against the tree with a frown. you were startled by his sudden change of mood, unsure what had caused it, at the same time fearing that you may have offended the young master in any other way. no matter what it'd be, you'd still lowered your head as a sign of apology.

of course, your troubled expression never goes unnoticed by him, even if it's only there for a second. his frown only deepened, hands cupping the empty bowl and chopsticks but no sign of digging in yet.

“was the food not made to your liking, byakuya-sama?” your voice was small and brittle, like you were cautious of him. his slate gray orbs glides over to the corner in silence, watching your agitated eyes stray further away from him. despite his young age, byakuya never realized how intimidating he could be when he's quiet.

“you know,” his flat yet youthful voice spoke up, with a huff of annoyance followed behind. “you don't have to address me like that when we're alone,” he muttered with his face turned the other way, though just by looking at his back you could tell of his sullen mood.

byakuya is aware of his responsibilities, the need to uphold his image as the descendant of his clan. but still, he finds discomfort at the distance you'd have to keep up from him.

it's inevitable that he felt this way. for the both of you had spent hundreds of years, his entire childhood playing together.

kemari, hanafuda, kendama, or even something as simple as hide-and-seek. if it wasn't you, who else would indulge him in these commoners' games that he had no one to try with. and for that, he's forever grateful to have you as his companion while he still has the free time to relish in the joy of a child.

he understands those days won't last. for he now has the duty of the future heir to shoulder, he can only recount those memories in mind, eyes unable to cast away from the reality that there now exists a borderline of master and servant between you both.

“i'm afraid i couldn't comply with your wish, byakuya-sama.” he half expected those replies, but hearing it in person ground him from pointless anticipation.

hot steam still wafting off above his favourite mapo tofu, but his heart has simmered down along with swallowed disappointment.

byakuya vividly remembered the day he first met you, which his grandfather had assigned you to him on his fifth birthday. he was first skeptical of you. a child of the same age as him to be his personal assistant? can you even serve his tea with those chubby hands of yours?

he chuckled at the reminiscence of his childhood days again. tiny hands of your somewhat clumsily whisking him a cup of fresh green tea, to be served along with seaweed flavoured crackers for his tea time.

he'd be leisurely demonstrating his mastery in calligraphy, fine bamboo brush in his hand perfecting every stroke into the kanji of his name. “and this'd be byakuya. my name,” he adores the twinkle you'd had in your eyes for him, telling him how impressive it is to be able to write his own name.

pulling out another sheet of paper, he set them on his writing board, with two wooden blocks placed on top and bottom of the paper to secure it. “watch closely. i'll teach you how to write your name.”

his daydream got cut short by a couple of chattering noises, and amongst it he finds distinct giggles of yours that he'd been yearning to hear. he paused by the gate of the servant chambers, catching glimpses of your unfiltered smiles that hadn't cast his way for decades.

byakuya wondered when he'd taken the role of an outsider in your life, so much so you'd deprived him of your company and your warmth.

“leave. i can handle this myself,” his tone was calm, yet the irritation in his eyes was perfectly reflected in the mirror ahead.

you retracted your hand as your young master bunched up his hair into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, the other trying to string the red hair tie around it.

it’s a mess. you highly doubt he'd leave his quarter with such haste effort of a hairstyle. but nevertheless, you wordlessly stood up and made your way out, just as you're instructed to.

“so you'd leave if i told you to,” he uttered in petty sarcasm, with a breathy laugh followed after. the shoji door that you left it half opened sheds rays of dawn into his bedroom, and on his disheartened figure.

“then why won't you stay when i need you to,” his hands fell to his side, hair tie loosened by so much of a breeze and now his velvety strands of black stray along the wind with his head hung low.

byakuya wishes to snide at his unbecoming self. it's childish. it's bitter. it's none of the things his pride would condone. yet, his heart wavers at this unreachable distance.

a series of footsteps trudge against the tatami floor until it’s ultimately unheard behind him. he flinched as he felt his hair lightly pulled to the back, soft fingertips brushing past his scalps, combing it all together until he felt a tight knot secured it.

“i'll stay if you told me to,” he finally mustered up the strength to meet your eyes, but only through the reflection of the bronze glass. feeling the warmth of your hands on his shoulder, he clasp around your fingers and placed it on top of his heart.

“then, stay by my side.”

“don't run on the stairs, y/n.” he trudged up the concrete step, brows scrunching at your overly excited figure skipping a few steps ahead of him.

“but it's my first time at a fireworks festival,” you twirled around in grace, hands shyly hidden behind with your lips etching a small smile in meek fashion.

upon seeing that, byakuya could only sigh in defeat. well, he figured he could easily catch you if you ever fall, with the small of your back falling into his arms－

“oh my,” a booming voice emerged at the bottom of the stairs, which byakuya easily recognized out of dismay.

“byaku boy is having a date with his childhood sweetheart, y/n-chan!” yoruichi shunpoed to his side in the next second, laughing to her heart content with her hands on her hips before escaping in light speed.

you helplessly watched your young master shudder in anger, but the tint of pink plastered over his porcelain cheeks was rather entertaining to behold.

“stay right there, you cat monster! i'm gonna－”

“byakuya-sama－”

you didn't think someone could whip their head that fast, but today you think you’d just witnessed one. byakuya turns to you with his signature glare, and under the dim glow of lanterns he may look like he's pouting with slightly puffed cheeks.

“byakuya-kun,” you corrected yourself with a nervous smile, still not used to the idea of addressing him so casually. you extended your hand, intending to hold his but paused in the air, curling those fingers back in hesitation.

needless to say, you were overwhelmed. it didn't hit you how much different it would actually be to a step further. dropping formality is one thing, but coming to the realization that this refined young man is seeking a romantic relationship with you. it's a huge step to leap, a line that you wouldn't dare imagine to cross.

“the fireworks are about to start,” byakuya mumbled under his breath mindlessly, slate gray eyes avert to the cheers and crowd uphill. his voice distracted you for a moment before you heard the sharp whistle of a firework rang through the space.

you hitched when your eyes followed several ignited beams shooting up to the air, awaiting for them to hit the peak and gracefully spread into showers of sparks and glitter.

but byakuya couldn't be bothered by that. his eyes can only see you, observing flashes of color complimenting your features. he carefully laced his fingers around yours, feeling a blissful thump on his chest that tells him what love is.

byakuya took a deep breath with eyes closed, taking his time to cherish this moment, imprinting your angelic expression into his memories for the next hundreds of years to come.

#kuchiki byakuya x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #kuchiki byakuya x you #kuchiki byakuya x y/n #byakuya x reader #byakuya x you #byakuya angst #byakuya fluff #bleach byakuya #bleach fluff #bleach angst #bleach fic

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Oh so @osatokun asked about my Balor/vampire pairing. I’ll write it out so I don’t forget, and later after I’ve talked to the artist and gotten permission, I’ll share the art I have of them because they’re super cute.

So I made this ghoul, Tansy. She’s the most vanilla mortal I can make as a base, + Auspex and Potence at one. So she’s a little bit strong, and has heightened senses. She’s shy, she’s socially awkward, she’s addicted to her noise cancelling headphones and true crime podcasts. Her motivation is to find her sister, who has been missing for a few years, and her case is cold and she has no new leads. Her domitor, Gerhart, is this super old extra sexy handsome and charming guy, and he promised her he’d help her find her sister, but first he has to train her to be not shy and dress sexy and learn how to tango. This absolutely terrifies her but she’s a ghoul and has no choice. He’s also a Tremere so she is like… the absolute lowest peon in the vampire hierarchy, addicted to pleasing a man who’s only interested in shaping her to what he wants her to be.

And then his player gets booted from the game for being a sex pest. Oops!

The ST scripts his death so he dies trying to get knowledge from a Gangrel Elder swamp witch. Before he undergoes her trials, he makes her promise that if he dies, she will take Tansy as her ghoul. The session before he’s booted I make jokes about how Tansy will be way happier as the Swamp Witch’s ghoul. He fires back that she probably doesn’t have electricity or wifi and I let him know that he’s deeply underestimating the appeal of living as a bog witch.

So the ST asks me if I’m cool with being her ghoul and I say sure! I’m always up for a traumatic turn of events. The Tremere Alastor (vampire police) drags her out to the bog to find her domitor’s remains, and the forest witch tells them that Tansy belongs to her now, actually, and if they want the remains, they’re down at the bottom of the well. The Tremere makes her go down the well by herself and gather the remains and his belongings.

That’s when she meets her first fae.

She meets a wichtel (a German digger fae) and she promises to pay him in pomegranates if he lets her live and helps her escape the well. He agrees, and he shows her two doors. I’m aware of other people trying the two doors before - the wooden door is always locked, the metal door leads back to the city. Tansy tries the wooden door first, it’s still locked.

So she knocks.

It opens to a trod (not that she knows what a trod is), and she enters the dreaming for the first time. Alone, she follows the silver path into a dark and shadowy forest, where something is watching her. She tries making friends and small talk, but nobody talks to her. She follows the path to a lake, but before she goes, she writes a thank you not to the shadows, and then heads into the lake, emerging on the shore by the city bridge.

She returns all of her domitor’s things to the chantry, and they walk her out with her little cardboard box of belongings and she goes to live in the bog. She’s out there a night or two when she runs into another vampire. A huge vampire. A big, scary, intimidating punk named Nails. But he doesn’t know she’s a ghoul, and she doesn’t know he’s a vampire. But she’s in her master’s territory, so she’s safe to a degree. She warns him off, and tells him that she’s looking for her sister. He offers to help her, and she doesn’t trust him, but agrees to meet him later.

There are many adventures they go on. She figures out he’s a vampire when he rescues her from being kidnapped by a spider monster and takes her out to eat, but doesn’t eat anything. She tells him he can kiss her, but he refuses until he can show her his face - he’s a Nosferatu! But she sees him and kisses him anyway, because he’s her hero and the only man who’s ever really shown up for her.

They fall in love! She keeps going down into the well and meets dragons and chimera and monsters that try to eat her. She’s strangely not scared about this, even though she’s scared of everything else. He takes her to cover up a masquerade breech, and while she’s there, she discovers a way to open a little portal to the dreaming where she talks to a captive duchess. While she’s talking to her, she hears the voice of her sister. Tansy tries jumping into the portal but Nails stops her.

Eventually they find her sister, who is now a Boggan. Her sister recruits her to trying to free the Duchess, and Tansy gets more and more involved in the fae world and more and more fae things keeps happening to her.

Eventually she finds out she has the soul of a long lost Balor princess in her, and thus begins the struggle of learning more about Princess Tanwen and her past, and keeping her asleep so she doesn’t have to give up her beloved Nosferatu husband. Her fae parents find her - her mother heals her with blood magic and she gains the Balor flaw of scales on her skin. She rescues her father’s heart and convinces him to free the duchess.

She discovers an evil duke has been manipulating fate to keep her story in line with the way he wants it to go. She discovers he had her husband embraced on purpose because he has the fae soul of her one true love. She’s been frantically searching for a way to restore him and bring back the soul of her fae love while keeping her own fae soul asleep — and she’s getting very close to figuring out how.

#wod #changeling the dreaming #ctd #vtm #oc story #balor #nosferatu #tremere #gangrel #vampire the masquerade

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nellie-elizabeth · 1 year

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The Legend of Vox Machina: The Killbox (2x10)

Goddamn, this show is something special.

Cons:

I'm not sure the utility of Kaylie coming back to witness the Kill Box fight. It feels like the exact same effect could have been achieved if Kaylie and the rest of the band had turned up after Kevdak's defeat, saying they'd gotten word that the herd was no longer going to be a problem. Having her around doesn't add anything, other than just a hint that she's trying to stay close to Scanlan for some reason, but I think that could have been achieved after the Kevdak battle.

The only complaint I have about the Kill Box fight sequence is that I wanted even more of it, which seems selfish because it was pretty incredible! I think the one thing that would have elevated it even just slightly, would be a bit more combo action. We saw each individual of Vox Machina fucking shit up, per Grog's instructions, and then obviously the awesome Vex and Grog combo there at the end, but my favorite part of the fight sequences is watching how all the different fighting styles and magics support and enhance one another. This fight had a lot of impressive single character actions, and then a lot of characters shooting a bad guy to protect each other, like Vex shooting bad guys near Percy and vice versa, which I obviously love, but I could have used some more combo creativity. This is such a nitpick though, it's only remembering the stream, how the Kill Box episode was one long combat from start to finish, and how fucking insane it was... when it ended here I was still eagerly wanting more.

The "I'm daddy" cliffhanger joke with Scanlan doesn't quite work because earlier he says he's not opposed to being called daddy, and then he says "I'm daddy?!" all incredulously at the end. I feel like it should have been him saying that he'd call her daddy, and then at the end he'd be like "I'm daddy?!" I don't know, for some reason the joke didn't land, even though the leadup to it was incredible.

Pros:

What to even say? This was so fucking good.

It was smart to check in at Whitestone at the start of the episode, see Kima, Allura, Gilmore, Cass, and Yennen all together. To remind us that Vox Machina has allies, and a place to fall back on, something they're looking to protect. This scene was so great, seeing everyone's relief, learning about Whitestone's magical defenses, seeing Cass in her leadership role. And Gilmore and Vax were pretty adorable too! Allura helps them to check in on Pike, Scanlan, and Grog, and we see that things aren't going so great for them...

I want to start by saying that I really felt the weight and gravitas of Kevdak as an adversary in this episode. His sheer physical size and strength, during the initial one-on-one combat with Grog, was so intimidating and legitimately distressing to watch. Seeing Grog stabbed with the wooden spike had me gasping. It was just such a smart narrative move to have Grog weakened in all sorts of ways, then at the mercy of watching tiny little Pike under Kevdak's boot, for him to have his big cathartic "where does your strength come from" moment. Just a brilliant restructuring of the way Grog's development happens in the stream. He realizes that his friends make him strong, and he's able to rage his way back into his full physical prowess, free himself of his impaled state, and rush back into the fight with Kevdak.

I was just really getting the feels about Grog and all his friends, especially the way he yells "No! Leave 'em!" when he realizes the herd is going after Pike and Scanlan, and then he says "they're more than just friends." Buddy! This is a smart change from the stream, because instead of Vox Machina lying in wait ready to ambush, Grog did fully intend to take this fight on alone, and it's only when the herd makes the first dishonorable move by getting Pike, Scanlan, and Kaylie involved, that all bets are off and Grog calls in his friends. Soooo glad they kept "Vox Machina, fuck shit up!!!" in there, because what a fucking line from Travis, holy shit. All the praise for his improv in the stream, and his performance here.

And the combat... so many individual shots I could call out about the group combat, but I think I just wanna say that the shot of Percy with his glasses flashing white as an explosion goes off behind him due to one of Vex's arrows is... the coolest fucking shit I've ever seen. The song was amazing, everyone was a total bad-ass, Grog was really getting to show off his more strategic mindset, focusing in on the gauntlets as he allowed his friends to clear the periphery for him.

Seeing the Titan Stone Knuckles in action, Kevdak pulling his arm off, really reinforced how bad-ass he is as a villain, but also was an excellent way to show that our good guys are having a real impact, here. Things aren't going great for them, but things are also not going so great for the herd. And then we get the poke-ball moment, one of Grog's most epic natural 20s brought to stunning life as he falls through the sky and slams down into Kevdak, cutting his evil uncle in half. I was so hyped for this episode, and that moment really, really did not disappoint.

And while I said above I would have loved even more combo action during the combat, there were a couple moments we did get that I enjoyed. Keyleth growing the wall of vines and Vex setting it on fire, Pike in peril and Keyleth as Minxie jumping out of nowhere to protect her... I particularly loved the moment at the end where Vax catches Vex when she tumbles off the broom.

Grog, as rightful Thunderlord of the Herd of Storms, immediately passes the mantle to Zanror, which is a nice moment. This season really does allow us to check in with most of our characters' families, between Vex and Vax's father and meeting their half-sister, Keyleth seeing her dad in Pyrah, Pike and Wilhand, Grog and the herd, even Percy gets to check in on Cass a few times. Funny how Scanlan is the only one who doesn't check in with family.

Oh, wait.

As if all that amazing combat wasn't enough, we immediately follow it up with an incredible tavern scene, full of so much fun, giving us a chance to decompress without ever fully taking our foot off the gas. I loved that they got "at dawn we plan" in there, as that's such a funny joke from the stream, and exemplifies so much of what Critical Role (and D&D in general, I suppose) can be. Lots and lots of discussion, and then total chaos once it comes time to actually implement the idea.

Keyleth and Vex fill Pike in on their adventure in the Fey Realm, while Percy talks with Grog and Zanror about how to kill Umbrasyl. Scanlan is up on stage singing a truly filthy song about masturbation, and Kaylie joins in... Vax seems to be enjoying the performance, when yet another vision from the Matron of Ravens unsettles him. The moment when Keyleth tries to ask Vax to dance and gets rejected is so quietly tragic! Kiki, he loves you, just hang in there, girl! I just loved all the vibes of this scene, the joy, the catharsis of everyone being together and safe and with new hope of defeating their foe.

And then...

Listen, the scene with Kaylie at the end filled me with so much dread, but in the best way. When you know what's coming, every compliment from Scanlan, every lascivious glance, it just makes you cringe. What a cliffhanger for people who didn't know what was coming!

As a last note, I loved the little detail of Scanlan telling Kaylie a story as they enter the bedroom: "and then, I disguised us all as cows!" This is obviously referencing an event from the stream that didn't make it into the animated show, but I also like that Scanlan is telling the tale of Vox Machina here. I've been so impressed with the adaptation in this show of Scanlan as bard, as storyteller, as the one who will pass the legend on through the ages. That's a common theme with this show, where not only are the big important plot moments adapted so well, often in surprising and fresh ways, but I feel that thematically, the characters are getting a chance to grow and develop much like we saw in the stream, albeit with the pacing drastically tightened up, and certain meandering paths shortened or cut.

And now, onward to episode eleven! I'm so mad the season is already over, I want more!!!

9/10

#review #tlovm #tlovm review #the legend of vox machina #critical role

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spider6oy · 2 years

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Matter of Life and Death || Steve Harrington

summary: when steve found out that hearing your favourite song could save you from a gruesome death — all he could think about was the fact that he didn’t know yours. and he was going to change that. even if he does come off as a little strange whilst trying.

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.1k

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"What's your favourite song?"

Your hand halts; stopping its repetitive motion of picking up the returned video tapes and placing them back onto their allocated shelves. You turn your head to the left, eyebrows furrowed as you meet Steve's somewhat concerned gaze at the top of the isle.

"My favourite song?" You question, hand firmly gripping Family Video's third copy of 'Children of the Corn'.

"Yeah," Steve turns away from your suspicious eye, lightly tapping at the plastic spines of the VHS cases as he slowly moves closer towards you. "You know, some people like 'Take On Me', or-or 'Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now' – I even know someone who likes 'Danger Zone' by Black Sabbath – whatever that is – but I just wanted to know what your favourite song was?" Steve had stopped a few feet from you (ceasing his incessant tapping); leaning against the wooden shelving unit — quickly rethinking that idea as he began to hear the entire thing creek.

You raise an eyebrow as you watch him awkwardly try to regain his composure; coughing lightly to cover up his own embarrassment. When Steve finally looks at you again, he can't help noticing the wary look on your face. His odd behaviour really not helping him in his pursuit of finding out what your favourite song was.

"Why are you so interested, Harrington?" You challenged, crossing your arms over your chest, still clutching the VHS in your hand.

"Uh...." Steve anxiously raked a hand through his hair, disrupting his perfect coif, desperately trying to think of an answer to your question that wouldn't either make him look like some kind of mad-psycho-stalker or a potentially mentally-deranged person — or both.

Your head tilted slightly as you waited for Steve's explanation, not really understanding why he so eagerly wanted to know. Sure, it's a great conversation starter – along with wanting to know your favourite movie, or favourite book, or favourite ice-cream flavour. But, you and Steve rarely talked about personal interests. Your guys' conversations tended to revolve around work. A typical scenario involved Steve asking you where certain products should go, which was normally always followed by you then asking Steve what he had done with said products.

Other than that, you both tended to keep to yourselves.

Now, it wasn't as if you were quiet at work. On the contrary, if you were working with anyone except Steve, you were the dictionary definition of a chatter box. It was almost impossible to keep you quiet for more than two seconds.

But, it wasn't as if you didn't like Steve or didn't want to talk to Steve.

You did — you really did.

You desperately wanted to get to know him and learn more about him. From what Robin had told you (when she manages to get a word in in-between your endless babble) Steve is one of the coolest and greatest guys she had ever met. You had lost count the amount of times Robin had told you how Steve was completely different to how people perceived him to be.

But, you couldn't help but feel that there was still something about Steve Harrington that made you feel intimidated by him.

You didn't know whether it was the 'King Steve' reputation that had followed him around for his entire high school career; his aura of 'untouchable-ness' would practically suffocate you from the opposite end of the hallway. Or maybe it was the fact that he was one of the most sought after guys in all of Hawkins; you had lost count of how many people he had gone on dates with over the last month — information provided to you from a very fed-up and in-need-of-an-outlet Robin. Or, it could very well be the fact that whenever you looked at Steve you couldn't help the giddy feeling that seemed to overcome you. It was as if your body would go into a complete frenzy every time he so much as said ‘Hello’ to you. And I mean frenzy. Herds of butterflies swarming in your chest; frogs constantly lodging in your throat; bees buzzing around in your head.

You felt overwhelmed to say the least.

"Just. . . because." Steve pathetically answered, quickly hiding his dubious answer by smiling widely at you.

"So, 'just because' you want to know my favourite song? You do realise that sounds awfully strange, Harrington?" You turn back to the shelf, finally placing 'Children of the Corn' back in its place. "Especially considering we haven't really talked much since you started working here." You can feel he's still staring at you as you continue to place video tapes onto the shelf marked 'C'.

"Well. . . that's why I-I'm asking now. To- um-to get to know you better." You duck your head slightly, trying to hide the fact that even just listening to Steve desperately stumble over his own words he has you smiling like an idiot.

You think for a minute; contemplating whether or not to tell him what your favourite song actually is. You feel a foolish kind of fear begin to brew in the pit of your chest; tightening its hold on you until you felt as though you could barely breath.

What if Steve judged your song choice? What if he thought your favourite song was stupid or something? What if he didn't want to speak to you again because how could he possibly talk to someone with such bad taste in music?

"Y/N?" He questions, eyebrows raised as he waits for your answer.

You sigh, facing Steve once more. When you look at him, you can't help noticing that his features have an urgent glaze to them; as if learning your favourite song was the most important thing in the world to him. "Okay, Harrington, my favourite song is 'Strange Magic' by E.L.O., are you happy now?" Subconsciously you begin to fiddle with the rings on your fingers, twisting them impatiently as you wait for Steve to say something or anything, really.

"Absolutely ecstatic." He replies, drumming his fingers against a stack of 'The Breakfast Club' tapes, before speedily turning away from you and making a mad-dash through the aisles towards the double doors at the front of the store.

"Wha— Steve! Where are you going?!" You yell, immediately abandoning the cart of returned tapes, trying your best to chase after his fast retreating figure. You just make it to the front doors as you watch him fling open the door to his BMW.

"I'll explain everything later!" He calls back to you; practically throwing himself into the drivers seat, speeding off before you can even so much as call him an asshole for leaving you to work the shift alone.

It was a Saturday after all.

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frenzyjinx · 2 years

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The Watcher (mono x reader)

Chapter 6

Y/N Pov

Looking away from the floating clothes I rubbed my shoulders feeling a chill creep up my spine, there was rubble everywhere and tons of hanging TV's that looked like they were ready to fall at any given moment

Without thinking I reached my hand out towards mono when he looked at me, he quickly held onto my hand 'why did I do that?' I blinked away my thoughts and walked forwards seeing an open hole that six was already waiting at

First six climbed out of the hole and then we both followed after her, I slipped over the ledge and right away noticed how abandoned everything looked, boxes strewn around and articles of clothing thrown out of windows

The place was very intimidating, especially since I knew the terrible fate that happened here, I tried to fake a look of shock at my surroundings to avoid questions from either of them

Mono seemed to look at me for a second examining me 'he can't possibly know that im hiding myself..? Right?' I looked away from him quickly and walked over to six

She was looking at yet another open big square window "we should go this way" she spoke turning towards me I nodded "yeah I agree... but why are you two.. heading towards the city?" Six looked at me for a moment "why not?" I didn't pry her any further

Mono joined us and we all jumped through the square window, the first thing I noticed was that we appeared to be inside a restaurant I hummed and walked forward touching this tip of one stool looking at all the pots and pans 'it sure is messy..'

I felt someones arm wrap around my shoulder I glanced over seeing mono "its almost like we could make a whole meal in here!" He said amusement lacing his tone, I laughed for the first time in a while "yeah you aren't wrong"

After a couple minutes of the two of us just giggling we finally were interrupted by six "come on guys" I walked over to her first feeling monos arm slip off of my shoulder I almost frowned- but held it in

We walked through an open doorway heading out to a hallway with tiled floors, there was a partly broken wooden door that we all squeezed through 'I better not get any splinters, I hate those'

Arriving into the next room the first thing I noticed was of course more TV's just piled up a few of them were smashed or broken 'to be honest its a good thing they are broken.. no signal reception through them.'

We all walked forward seeing another small opening placed higher up on the wall to the right 'why are there so many strangely placed holes and windows?' Of course my curious side deciding to peek out

'If only I had my notebook! Years of work and writings just wasted' I sighed quietly and frowned missing the feeling when I held my pencil and book, mono walked towards me sensing my down mood he lifted my chin up "hey.. no negative feelings, you are gonna be okay!"

I smiled slightly 'always trying to make me feel better.. it always worked, I already feel lighter' looking at him I wished that I could just see his expression, I wanted to know exactly what he was thinking when he saw me

Six whispered and we both looked over, mono heading there first six leaned down and told him to come over "you know the deal, ill give you a boost" she said as he walked over and she boosted him up

Once he pulled himself up he turned over to six "how are you gonna get up-" I took the same position that six did and motioned for her to jump "ill boost you.." she watched me for a moment trying to figure out something, nonetheless she walked to me and I boosted her upwards

'This could be my escape.. I can leave they are both busy on the other side-'

I had just turned away from them when I heard mono's frantic whisper "y/n?! Stay where you are!" Its almost like he had sensed my thoughts.. sighing I was conflicted on what to do "y/n!" I heard him speak louder sounding on the verge of panic

Sighing I called out to him feeling guilty for almost leaving "yeah im still here." 'But for how long?'

I had no idea what was happening on his side at the moment all I could hear was a few loud thumps and some footsteps running from above me "get on the TV and hold on, im gonna get you up here!" I listened gripping onto the rope tightly

All of the sudden a TV tipped over and I was zooming upwards I let out a quiet gasp not expecting it to have been so quick, it reached the top and I quickly jumped off and landed onto the roof above him

I walked around and started to run, moving quicker heading down the staircase I had noticed, stepping near the edge I glanced across and saw mono standing there, something told me he was relieved to see me

I knelt over and stuck my hand out for him to leap over onto my end "ive got you this time" I spoke with a smile, he didn't hesitate to jump I made sure to keep a strong grip on his hand, pulling him over

Suddenly the wind was knocked out of me when he hugged me tightly speaking quietly "I had this horrible feeling that you weren't gonna be here.." I slowly rubbed his back comfortingly 'how in the world could he tell?'

Six whispered "guys not to break you up or anything but im still over here" she stated bluntly but I could hear the small humor in her voice, nodding I reached my hand out to her and pulled her over to us when she had jumped

We all ran back up the stairs seeing two planks with a space open in the middle of them, "well lets go guys" mono said looking right at us.. I slowly smiled

#little nightmares x reader #little nightmares six #little nightmares mono #little nightmares #mono x reader #x reader

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hello! hope you're having a nice day! idk if you finished watching the Arcane series, but Can I request the Campaign 3 characters being with someone that is kinda like Jinx from arcane, basically (builds bombs, weapons, and just crazy invention.) Take your time tho!!

❤️ It's my birthday this weekend, so here's a lil prezzie for you guys ❤️

This took a long time because it took me ages to finish watching Arcane 👀 (so darn busy lately) I absolutely loved it, and I love Jinx. I am happy to combine Arcane and CR :3

Requests are open, as per usual! I'm still catching up on older requests because I've been preoccupied, but I always welcome new ideas :3

~ Poet

Dating an Inventor!Reader

Ashton

Lives and breathes for the chaos you're capable of. Acts like a kid in a candy shop when they visit your work space, scooting closer next to you on the bench and peering over your shoulder, asking questions and pointing to every tool and device in sight. Sometimes they bring Fresh Cut Grass along, who's just as curious about your creations.

Asks if you'd help design or upgrade his glass hammer - think of all the damage you guys could cause together as a team! Ashton definitely has some creative input if their own, making suggestions here and there on how come up with something completely original.

Promises to introduce you to Milo - they got so excited when Ashton told them that he was dating a fellow tinker, and you guys immediately hit it off the moment you stepped into the Krook House.

Chetney

Initially is wary of your use of non-wooden materials. Frankly, you intimidate him with your affinity for working with metals and weapons instead of wooden toys.However, that wariness he had for you slowly melted away and became admiration - your crafts, while different, do contrast and complement each other.

He makes matching little toolboxes for you both - one for his woodworking tools, the other for your welding gear and spanners. They have your respective names carved on the outsides, but yours is followed by a small heart. Chet claims he didn't mean for it to happen, but you know he's just trying to hide his softer side.

There's something so wrong but also so right about your enemies seeing a glimpse of a teeny werewolf foaming at the mouth with his bomb-throwing, explosion-causing significant other by his side in the middle of combat. It's such a chaotic vision.

Dorian

He's so out of his depth when you talk to him about your latest breakthrough. Blue boi is of... Well, blue blood, a Prince in some contexts and a bard by trade. You're so focussed and passionate about the tech side of your craft that he zones out completely. No thoughts, head empty, except he mentally begins writing a song about his beloved and charming mad scientist.

You better believe he's gonna attempt to make something out of metal for you as a gift. He tried to be romantic, welded copper petals together to try form a rose of some sort, but eventually gave up and decided to leave the inventing and crafting to you - but you kept the metal rose anyway in a vase at your desk.

Whatever you do, do not leave him alone with your explosive inventions. You once caught him fiddling with one of your latest experiments in your workshop, shaking it by his ear thinking it was some sort of puzzle box to be solved. You had to practically jump on his back to snatch it before he set it off the paint bomb and ruined his lustrous hair and favourite outfit.

Fearne

Steals all sorts of scrap metal or half-working devices she finds scattered across your travels. Like a cat leaving gifts by their owner's doorstep, Fearne frequently skips to your side with bits and bobs she has collected, hoping they can be of use to you.

She loves to help out however she can! You need some metal to be more malleable? She's ready with Burning Hands to melt it a little. You're missing a specific type of screw or bolt to fix an old machine? You're lucky she has the little bag of them that she's collected over the years - she always knew they'd come in handy eventually.

On more than one occasion you've reported missing inventions, only to find Little Mister suspiciously hiding something vaguely familiar behind his back like the little menace he is. Fearne says he's got busy fingers and he doesn't understand that the inventions are yours - like mother like son, you suppose.

Imogen

She likes to read her books and catch up on notes concerning magic when you're working hard, offering advice on how to magically charge the latest weapon you're working on. She'll never admit it, but the reason why she smiles and chuckles so much to herself when she's with if is because she can hea your frustrated thoughts.

She insists that a tidy workspace means a tidy mind and helps you label drawers, shelves and organise your desk so it's neat and functional. Having control over you environment is one of the best things about being a craftsperson, so she definitely encourages the opportunity to make it your own.

When she's trying to escape the swarm of voices in her head, she often sneaks into your workshop to help decorate some of the more harmless inventions you come up with. When she dips the brush in the paint, swipes it across the metal shield, and takes in the quiet tick-tick-ticking of your spanner or screwdriver, her headache finally fades away. It's almost therapeutic.

Laudna

She admires your creativity so dearly. She enjoys perching on your desk and watching you fiddle with cogs and metal sheets and magic, cocking her head and considering your latest project as you hold it up to the light.

She loves to add personal touches to finished inventions - a small animal skull here, a beautiful piece of lace there, and ooh that gold leaf would look oh so darling on that explosive device, don't you agree?

Offers to name some of the little bombs or robots you build - Pâté and Sashimi respectively contributing to the list whenever inspiration strikes. You learn quickly that she has an affinity for food themed names ("Toffee" is a nickname for your sticky-slime bombs, and "Chorizo" is the high tech baton you cobbled together). You've had to keep a notebook handy for whenever a new 'baby name's comes to her mind.

Orym

When the party is backed into a corner and surrounded by enemies, he gives you a confirming nod of the head - the go ahead to use your latest inventions.

While he generally prefers to keep a calculated and low profile, when a distraction or destruction is required, he trusts you with his entire being to handle the situation. Whether it be smoke bombs, explosives, a knife that has magic runes engraved into the blade, Orym knows you have just what the situation calls for.

He always has a handkerchief at the ready to swipe smudges of grease, paint, soot etc etc off your face like the mother hen that he is. Sometimes he forgets though, so when you kiss his forehead there's a mouth-shaped smudge leftover as evidence.

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workofheart · 3 years

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promise

levi never thought he could have a peaceful night’s rest until he found himself in your arms

requested by: @thecaptainsbride

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, canonverse, establishing domesticity

a/n: we had levi comforting reader, and now we have reader comforting levi :’) in terms of the request, i altered the timeline a bit but i think it still captures what you were going for! enjoy u guys <3

Levi isn’t used to letting people into his space.

In this line of work, he’s learned to be careful of the people he trusts to see his life from the inside. Not only to retain the secrecy and plans of the Scouts, but to protect his well being when he is so surrounded by death and destruction. A heart can only break so many times before it fails to beat at all.

That’s why, when the night comes when he finally decides to let you stay over, he’s tense. He observes your every step, unsure if he’s nervous or embarrassed or scared. It’s not skepticism, he knows, because he does trust you. You’re the only person he could possibly imagine him letting get so close to him with all that he’s experienced. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let you enter in the first place; so for once, he’s going to have faith his own judgment.

You slowly pace around his room, peeking at the knick knacks Levi has accumulated over the span of his life so far. He has quite the array of stationary arranged neatly on his desk, and a curated assortment of pens and ink to choose from. Worn, loved books line the shelves of the wooden case, small pieces of paper poking out from the top. A nimble finger traces over the cracked spine of one with a faded green cover.

“Can I?” you ask, turning over your shoulder to see him. Levi is sitting on the edge of his bed, palms pressed tightly to his thighs. He takes a deep breath and nods gently in response, dark strands of hair falling in front of his eyes.

You carefully tilt the spine towards you and pluck it from its spot. Flipping through the pages, you can see how Levi has diligently underlined, highlighted, and starred the passages. Small notes in his delicate handwriting decorate the margins with definitions and insightful observations. This book has been well read, and you’re sure the others are just the same.

His room is fairly bare for how long it’s been his home, but how much of a home is it really if he’s always on the move with the scouts? Constantly between hotels, barracks, abandoned homes, or whatever else the world throws at them next, he hasn’t had time to make the space livable. They’re never in one place too long - this is more like a headquarters to come back to after the day is done. And for Levi, the day is rarely done, even when the sun has set and the sky turns dark.

It’s strange, but he almost likes having you here. To him, it’s always been just a room. A simple, stupid box in a line of other simple, stupid boxes to house people just like him. Now that you’re occupying the space, though, it’s much different. It’s no longer just a room, but a sort of home.

Your presence here gives it much more meaning than any trinket he might have placed on the shelf. Things in this room he’s never given a second thought suddenly burst to life with your interest in them, pulling memories from the depths of his brain as he recalls where he got them, when he got them, just because you asked.

It’s much too easy for him, too, the way he imagines coming home from a long day to greet you at the front door. He pictures you perfectly, hair twisted into a loose braid, a soft nightgown hanging off your shoulders, feet sporting cozy slippers that make muted thuds as you walk over to give him a warm welcome back. He imagines quiet mornings sitting at the table for two, sipping tea and working through crosswords together. He sees himself reading aloud to you at the bay window, dozing off against his shoulder under the light.

The thought of such uncomplicated, reliable domesticity with you is a thought he lets himself dream about. It seems natural, a routine he wouldn’t mind slipping into in the slightest, and you haven’t even stayed the night yet.

He wouldn’t mind living here forever as long as you did too

When your curiosity has been, for the most part, sated, you return back and join him on the bed. You plop down, expecting to sink right in - why exactly, you’re not sure, because it’s incredibly characteristic for Levi’s bed to be as hard as a rock.

Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but the firmness is still shocking beneath your fingertips.

“Have you ever even slept in this bed?” You ask with wide eyes, hands pressing down into the austere cushion, trying to fluff it like it was a pillow. The incredulous smile adorning your face makes his stomach flip. He crosses his arms across his front as if to mask his heart beating out of his rib cage. He's never been in such close, private quarters with you before.

Levi shrugs. “I don’t really sleep anywhere.” Internally, he shakes off his nerves, not wanting to embarrass himself by leaning into them. The thought of showing how bashful he feels alone is mortifying, but he doesn’t know yet that you’d only love him more for it.

You can’t help but to tease, muttering, “I mean, I know of a way to break it in.” Your face is utterly serious, but your eyes, swimming with a mirth Levi is far too fond of, give it away.

Levi diverts his eyes with a small roll to the side, the hint of a smile crawling up his face. He’s the last person you’d think to be flustered by such a thing, but it’s only because it’s you. “Go to bed, brat.”

You pout. “Only if you lay down with me.”

“I told you, I don’t sleep.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t lay down.”

You know your way around Levi too well, he thinks, or maybe he just loves you. The way you can get his resolve to crumble with a mere pleading expression must be some sort of crime. You read him like a book and know him like the back of your hand to a point where it would be dangerous if it were anyone else. Usually the thought of such a person would intimidate him, but he doesn’t mind being seen by you - not that he has a choice. Against your will, he doesn’t stand a chance; not now and not ever.

He sighs a long sigh and gestures for you to get in with a small wave of his hand. While he stands to close to blinds and light the lamp by his bedside, you scramble under the covers. The initial feeling of warmth covers your skin and makes you shiver as you adjust, crawling hastily under and pulling the blankets up close to your chest. They’re soft and clean and smell just like Levi.

He lets out a yawn that oddly reminds you of a lion pup, but you don’t mention it, instead locking it away for you to think of later on. If you said anything, he’d probably never do it again. Gently, he pulls up the covers on his side and slides under to join you, the bed sinking with his added weight.

“Goodnight, Levi.”

“Goodnight, dear.”

After laying for a while, staring up at the ceiling, Levi feels himself become drowsy. He lets his muscles relax, lets his jaw unclench, lets his eyes fall shut. Though he’s a bit puzzled as to why, sleeping now seems so inviting, and who is he to deny it?

From his side, you watch his breathing slow. It settles into a steady rise and fall of his chest, and his lips part slightly.

The progression is slow. At first, you work up the courage to slip your arm over his middle. You spend minute after minute contemplating, picturing him pushing you away, but you’re getting tired and enough is enough. You slip your arm over his middle and stay completely still; then, nothing happens.

Until moments later, when he rolls onto his side to face your direction. His eyes are still closed, rhythmically relaxed breaths leaving his nose. Then, you move onto your back and scoot up a bit further onto the pillows. He unconsciously curls into your warmth, shifting further into your body, and it makes you melt immediately, swelling with a giddy feeling. You’re almost worried the joyous thumping you feel inside your chest will wake him up.

Eventually, Levi’s head rests perfectly atop your shoulder, small puffs of air falling lightly on your skin. Your hands rub calm circles into the skin on his back where his t-shirt has ridden up, careful not to rouse him from his slumber.

It’s like that for a long time. You keep yourself awake, content with just holding him for now. You take the time to think, watching the flickering glow of the lamp, listening to his quiet breaths, feeling the muted beat of his heart on your hip.

It’s hours later when Levi sucks in a big breath, blinking awake in alarm. His head picks up off your chest and he looks around, finally settling on you who blinks right back. His lids squeeze shut and he mentally grounds himself as he realizes he’s safe.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, voice low as to not interrupt the calm of the night. Your hold around him tightens to let him know you’re there.

He shakes his head slightly and sighs. “Bad dream.”

“‘S all right,” you say, hand moving from his back to his nape, “you can go back to sleep.”

He rubs his eyes, yawning. In an instant, he freezes, realizing the position he’s in. He’s practically clinging to you like a child would a toy, and he feels a familiar heat flush his skin as his head hangs. “Sorry.” He swallows. “I should probably start work.”

He starts to push himself off of you to get up, but your hold on his shoulders is firm, pulling him right back down.

“You’re tired,” you say. “Stay. I’ll be right here.”

He sighs, looking around, before resigning and dipping his head back down to lay on top of you. He doesn’t feel like arguing something he knows he wants deep down anyway. He nuzzles his face into your front, shaking his head slightly as if to clear his mind of what was plaguing it in his rest.

“Promise you won’t leave,” he mumbles softly into your shirt, barely audible. He’s too tired to put up a mask for show, and he’s relieved to see that you don’t need one from him come rain or shine.

Your fingers card through his silky locks and brush them back from his face as his body finally sinks into yours, his weight a warming comfort. It’s slight, but you feel his head tilt just a bit further into your palm.

You place a chaste kiss to his crown. “Promise.”

☆☆☆

When the morning sun finally wakes and rises above the horizon line, Levi finds himself turning away from the beams filtering through the curtains. He feels the golden light on his lids, and he flips onto his opposite side, clinging to the cozy feel of his bed. The only thing that pulls him from his slumber is when his hand stretches out to find emptiness all around, your presence absent from his space where he so desperately wants you.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you say, watching him shift slowly and gain his surroundings. You’re standing at the small counter across the room, boiling a pot of water on the stove - Levi can tell from the faint rumbling of bursting bubbles inside the steel kettle. He slowly peels his eyes open to get a glimpse of you, features seeming to glow with the light pouring in from the windows. He feels his heart skip a beat that he’s not ready for.

Levi is surprised that he has slept in so late, let alone slept through the entire night at all. It’s rare that this happens - he almost wants to say it’s the first time it has occurred for him, waking up in secure comfort rather than burning fear. The only thing that could make it better were if you were right beside him.

Of course, Levi can’t bring himself to say something so forward this early in the morning. Instead, he mumbles a small, “Come back,” a hint of a whine to his voice that only you could identify.

There’s a muted clinking sound as you stir a spoon around in the porcelain cups you’ve prepared, knocking against each other as you try your best to pick them up. It feels like a juggling act, trying to bring them over safely. You don’t know how Levi makes it look so easy every time he brings you a cup when they are so awfully hot to the touch. He must have gotten used to it, or bears the sting for the sake of his collected appearance.

“I was planning on it,” you reassure him, “just had to stretch a bit.”

Your feet pad lightly across the wood floors until you reach him, offering the tea which he graciously accepts. You set your own on the nightstand to cool while Levi takes his first sip immediately. It tastes just like how he makes it for himself. Considering he’s never explicitly shown you exactly what he does, he’s both surprised and deeply touched.

His eyes follow you as you clamor in next to him. He asks the question that’s been playing on his mind since he stirred awake hours ago.

“Were you awake all night?”

He sees your expression falter slightly and knows right from then. Regardless, you brush it off without hesitation, nestling up to his side.

“No, no,” you lie casually, “I woke up a little before you did and went to sleep after.”

With a gentle hand, you straighten out the part in his hair, laying down the slight frizz from where his head was pressed into the pillow.

Levi looks at you for a long time, observing your tender gestures. He sees right through your words, and also sees the slight droop of your eyes, a hint of darkness beneath them. He thinks of you awake all night, petting his hair as he rests while you don’t, and brings a twinge of guilt to his heart. At the same time, his soul is utterly warmed and thankful. He’s not sure what to make of someone who’d do that for him.

He disregards your previous statement and instead addresses the obvious truth. “Don’t do that for me. You need sleep too.”

It draws a laugh from you. The way your eyes crease has his heart faltering. “I sleep more than enough, trust me.”

He peeks at you over the top of his tea cup, wishing he could freeze this moment in time, capturing how you look perfectly down to the miniscule curve of your lips so that he’ll never forget it. Maybe, he won’t have to.

He doesn’t need to ask because the answer is clear, but he does anyway.

“...Would you mind staying again tonight?”

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banqdanfnfic · 3 years

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which, as they kiss, consume | jjk

you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader

genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut

word count: 4k

warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare

♫ : Streets by Doja Cat, Candy by Doja Cat

♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard

He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.

“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.

“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.

It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.

The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.

“Are you sure?”

You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.

You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.

For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.

Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.

After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.

Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.

Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.

The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.

You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.

His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.

“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.

This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.

Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.

To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.

The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.

A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.

He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.

“Hey are you okay?”

You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.

But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.

You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.

It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.

“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.

“Me too”

It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.

“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”

He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.

“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.

Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.

Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.

Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.

He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.

It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.

Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.

“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.

You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.

You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.

After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.

The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.

"I'm going to start", he says shyly.

You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.

It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.

Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.

After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.

"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.

"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.

"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.

Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.

The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.

You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.

You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.

He fishes out a mirror for you to look.

"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.

"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.

"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.

The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.

Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.

As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.

He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.

He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.

"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you

"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".

He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.

which, as they kiss, consume

"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.

"That's… hot"

You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.

"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.

His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.

While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.

He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.

As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.

His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.

He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.

Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.

Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.

He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.

You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.

He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.

His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.

Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.

He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.

He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.

He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.

"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.

Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.

"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.

He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.

He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.

Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.

He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.

In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.

Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.

By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.

"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.

"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.

He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.

"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.

"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".

You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".

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a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Under The Floorboards pt. IIII

(Technoblade X Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V

Whipping the sweat off your brow you placed the honey jars you collected on the ground, Phil really built this farm efficiently. However, that didn’t stop you needing to collect honey pots here and there, now that the vault was complete you could actually use the honey for normal things. Technoblade would never admit it but he loved when you put honey in his tea, contrary to popular belief he wasn’t a fan of plain black tea or coffee. You rolled up your sleeves and adjusted the sunhat that sat lazily on your head against your better judgment you had left your armor inside. The only thing on your person was a netherite ax Techno had enchanted for you, it was an effective weapon but without your armor, you were a bit of a sitting duck. As the bees buzzed and bumped lazily into each other, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. They were just so silly. You picked up the crate of jars and turned around, your eyes narrowed as you saw some movement by the trees, it was still too early for Tommy and Technoblade to be back...so just who was snooping around the property. You felt very naked in your sun hat and overalls, especially if it was Dream himself that you were about to encounter. Your worry only increased as you noticed four men all in netherite armor walking towards the house, their swords were drawn. You had a feeling that these were the men who took Technoblade the day prior. They were like a little gang all dressed the same way, bloody aprons and all they really had the executioner vibes down.

“Hello, gentlemen.” You smiled giving them a wave while you adjusted the box of honey, “beautiful day isn’t it?”

The first to answer was a man who had a scar from the tip of his eyebrow down to the bottom of his lip. He sent you a smile and you noticed a tooth missing from the upper row, a navy blue beanie held his dark hair in place.

“Very beautiful, it’s always a good day when the sun is shining.” He mused the sun in question reflected beautifully across all their netherite armor. The one thing you decided to leave inside, you weren’t intimidated nope not at all. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“(Y/N).” You responded with a hum, “Is there something that I can help you all with today?” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed two of the men moved to surround you, they thought they were slick. The only one who didn’t move was the tallest of the children there, he looked to be half Enderman. He also looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now poor thing. Drawing your gaze back to the other three men, you noticed one was Tommy’s age and had small horns atop his head, along with goat-like ears. A burn scar also took up half of his face. It made you frown distastefully, what was with these kids getting traumatized? First Tommy and now the half enderman and the goat kid, you couldn’t adopt all of them, well you could but it’d be a lot of work. The other looked to be part fox after all the big orange ears and the fluffy tail was dead give away, wait didn’t Ghostbur say his son was a fox. “Are you Fundy?” You asked, suddenly tilting your head to the side.

“How do you know my name?” Fundy’s face flushed a little and he shuffled on his feet, his hand twitching to grab the sword that was at his side.

“I talked to your father earlier today. I’m assuming that’s how you found me?” You took the hat off your head and rested it on Carl’s stable. The fox gave a reluctant nod of confirmation you licked your lips and put your hands behind your back. “So? Do you have a problem with Technoblade or just me specifically?”

“Wow, she’s not even a little bit ashamed.” Quackity mused and you frowned, “We’re here because your boyfriend blew up our country. He also disgraced our President right Tubbo? Don’t know if you’re aware of that or not but he escaped his punishment. So we intend to make him repent.” He walked towards you and you took a step away from him.

“That’s far enough thank you.” You held up your hand in hopes it would stop his trek towards you, Quackity did pause for a moment. He let out a chuckle and smiled. He thought your tough attitude was cute, but he was clearly mocking you.

Jackass.

“Quackity maybe we should leave her be...she didn’t do anything.” The young goat kid murmured his ears flicking as he looked up at you.

“Quiet Tubbo. Let the adults speak,” Quackity snapped at him before clearing his throat and looking back at you. “Listen (Y/N) was it? We’re going to have to ask that you come with us. If you don’t we’ll have to take you by force.”

“Wait, couldn't Technoblade have trained her?” The half enderman spoke holding up his finger in the air but no one seemed to pay him any attention.

“I guess force it is. Although the fight is a little unfair.” You took out your ax and twirled it in your hand, “Something tells me you don’t exactly like fair fights.” Fundy took a hesitant step backward not really wanting to lose a life for this of all things, but he pulled out his sword just in case. Clicking your tongue in distaste you sent a bloodthirsty smile their way, one that rivaled Technoblade, “Come at me.”

Without hesitation, Quackity charged at you with his sword he didn’t aim to kill, just disarm or injure. You blocked the swing with the wooden part of your ax and spun around just in time to dodge an attack from Tubbo. You managed to elbow him in the back and he stumbled forward into Quackity, the man made a grunting sound before shoving Tubbo off of him and into the snow. Fundy moved next and managed to land a hit on the side of your arm, you hissed loudly glaring daggers at the fox. His ears pressed against his head and he let out a small whimper, “sorry!”

“Don’t apologize to her!” Quackity groaned, “You guys are the worst gang ever.” He slapped his forehead as you readjusted your posture, “I have to do everything myself.” Quackity snarled charging at you again you sidestepped out of the way. As he stumbled trying to regain himself he knocked over the honey pots and they shattered against the ground. You swung your ax and managed to land a hit on him in the back of the legs, he let out a strangled yelp and fell on his face into the snow like Tubbo had done earlier. Yanking out the ax out of the leader of the gang blood splattered all over the ground and stained the snow. Little red beads dripped off the ax as you held it by your side, the man only let out another scream as it was torn out of him.

“Back. Off.” You repeated again baring your teeth with a hiss, “Turn around and go back to L’manburg and I won’t kill you. Got it.” The ax was pointed at all of them, you saw the half enderman nod vigorously,

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded rapidly grabbing Tubbo and Fundy by the arm and pulled them back, the three of them watched as Quackity snarled and backed up to join them. You watched them cower and you dropped your ax on the ground so you could press the palm of your hand into the wound on your arm. You quickly turned and ran back into your home to collect bandages and fix yourself up, blood speckled the floor as you made your way into the bathroom. You tore off your overalls and shirt, washing out the wound before wrapping your arm in bandages. You didn’t know how long you stood there in front of the mirror but you looked worse for wear.

Technoblade was going to lose his shit.

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All Technoblade could think about on their way back to his retirement home, was you. He could only put up with Tommy for so many hours until he needed to talk to literally anyone else. He was ready to get your relaxing date night underway; he could already feel your fingers running through his hair braiding his as you went. He hummed fondly listening as the voices called him simp repeatedly, he didn’t mind this time considering he was when it came to you.

“That’s still cringe chat.” He murmured to himself as Tommy continued to scream about something in the background, “Yeah, yeah I love her.” He heard the chat flip their shit and he fondly chuckled, intermixed with their happy cries there was a distinct sound of ‘E’ as well as ‘nerd.’ He almost didn’t hear Tommy’s worried shouting. He frowned and rolled his eyes back into his skull,

“What Tommy?”

“Technoblade! Technoblade!” The teen bumped back into him, Technoblade grunted and looked down at him. He followed Tommy’s eyes and spotted the blood littered snow outside his house. Technoblade paused and his vision went red around the edges, his eyes stayed trained on the bloodstains as the voices began to roar within his skull. His head shot up and he saw the honey box spilled over on the ground, glass littered the snow, your hat hanging loosely on Carl’s old stable.

“T-Technoblade.” Tommy stuttered again looking up at the pig-man, seeing how glazed over his eyes looked. He swore steam was coming out of Technoblade’s nose and his hand drew out his pickaxe gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white. He felt his tusks grow in size and his face began to shift into his pig form. Tommy’s voice was drowned out by the flood that was the voices in his head:

‘SHE’S GONE. THEY HAVE HER. KILL THEM ALL. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. WE DEMAND BLOOD. E. SAVE HER. YOU’RE A FAILURE. YOU DIDN’T PROTECT HER. SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEM. SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. SHE NEVER HURT ANYBODY. YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’

Technoblade took a step forward to which Tommy rapidly backed up in response. He’s never seen Techno this gone before, oh shit he has it bad for (Y/N). However, Tommy didn’t make a move to stop Technoblade; he didn’t want him to release that rage on him. Technoblade walked into the house, stepping on his glasses that fell off his face. He threw his door open with a loud slam, he needed potions and he needed a new sword.

Whoever did this all their cannon lives were gone he’d make it long and torturous.

A soft voice broke him out of his stupor his entire body went rigid.

“Bubs…” He slowly turned around and came face to face with you, you looked so small, so delicate standing in the doorway. You were wearing your pajamas, soft blue with little sheep all over them. His ears twitched and his shoulders softened considerably seeing you standing safe in the doorway, however, he tensed again the minute he saw the bandages tied around your arm. Blood leaking through them, he growled eyes locking in on the spot as you made soft shushing sounds at him.

‘SHE’S HURT. SHE’S ALIVE THOUGH. BUT SHE’S HURT, THEY NEED TO PAY. ATONE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SPILL THEIR BLOOD THEN MAKE OUT WITH HER. SHE’LL LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU DO. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’

Technoblade jumped feeling her hand caress his cheek, “Bubs it’s alright I’m okay.” Your voice was smooth and soothing, his eyes dilated as you spoke to him. His face shifting back to normal as he breathed heavily through his nose, “See?” You brought his head down to rest against your chest, it looked uncomfortable the way that he was bending. However, he could feel your heart beating in your chest, he made a soft whimper and grabbed onto your shoulders his pink hair tickled your chin. You brought your hands up to run his fingers through his hair as he finally calmed down enough to ignore the voices for the time being. Right now they were just commenting on how nice and warm her hands were anyway.

“What happened to you? There was blood everywhere I was so scared.” His voice broke a little bit as he pulled away from you. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest Technoblade had never looked so broken.

“The butcher squad came and attacked me. They wanted to use me to get to you but I fought them off just like you taught me.” You couldn’t help but smile proudly at him and he let out a disbelieving laugh. His hands moved from your shoulders to your back as he cradled you gently in his arms, you both stood there rocking back and forth together until Technoblade was satisfied.

“That’s my girl.” He finally murmured backing away from you, you flushed at the compliment. Whenever he called you that it made you flush all over, you let out a loud flustered whine and whacked him on the chest. Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression, it was a rare moment the tables were flipped like this and Technoblade was going to take full advantage of the situation. “Princess what’s with that look? Am I, thee Technoblade, making you flustered? I know I’m a lot to handle, I beat Dream once, I never die, I’m not homeless. Guess what?”

“What?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he circles you eyeing you up and down.

“I’m single.”

“Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow, “I thought you had a girlfriend.” You twirled your hair around your fingers and you felt his strong hands rest on your waist.

“Hm I don’t think so. You might need to refresh my memory,” Technoblade mused kissing your neck tenderly.

“Well she’s stunningly gorgeous, and tough as nails,” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him. “She absolutely adores you and how protective you are of her, and how much of a gentle giant you are.” He made a noise of protest and rested his chin on the top of your head. You could tell he was pouting at you,

“See, not only is that super cringe but also factually incorrect. I am not a gentle giant, I just committed vast sums of minor terrorism and I also kill orphans so what would my girlfreind say to that huh?” He huffed clicking his tongue distastefully.

“She would say that you’re right but also she sees the way you take care of Carl, and how you put up with Tommy. You’re totally brothers. That makes you at least a little bit soft”

“Not brothers and I don’t like him.”

“Right sure,” You giggled a little and kissed his chin lightly.

Technoblade let out an indignant sound before muttering, “Oh we should probably tell Tommy you aren’t kidnapped. Also discuss what to do about L’manburg now that they know you exist.” You blocked out that last part and made a beeline outside to find Tommy. The teenager in question was fumbling with his hands over by his cobblestone tower, you ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted letting out a disbelieving laugh hugging you back with a childish smile. “You’re okay! Holy fuck I totally thought you were dead and shit! Technoblade was going fucking apeshit! His face went all pig like n’ shit totally thought he was gonna kill everyone for you! Not that I was worried.” He added quickly shoving you away crossing his arms.

“Of course you weren’t THE Tommy is never worried.”

“Yeah exactly Miss Blade you get me.” You smiled fondly at him and you ruffled his hair and he shouted at you to stop. You did so sensing Technoblade approach the both of you, Techno interlocked your hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. “You chill now Big T?”

“I’m always chill Tommy. Only nerds aren’t chill.” He mused with a scoff, “Hence why I always call you a nerd.”

“WHAT THE FUCK TECHNOBLADE! I AM ALWAYS CHILL! I’M THE CHILLEST MAN ALIVE I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW!”

“Stop shouting,” Technoblade groaned burying his face in your hair as you laughed fondly at their antics. Although L’manburg knew about your existence now, and although you knew Dream probably wasn’t too far behind in learning that knowledge either, you felt everything was going to be okay.

All you needed was each other, Technoblde, Tommy, Phil and you. Together you four were gonna do great things, you just knew it.

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I do plan on making another part because people seem to be enjoying this story a lot more than I originally thought when I first posted it. Which is amazing thank you for all the love and support! New stuff is also in the works, thanks again for reading and enjoying! Stay safe guys! 🥰✨

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