#its implied dammit

[marimeeko]

Just for fun I ran to my desktop to aid me with Google translate, which isn't perfect. But given that I don't know Japanese myself....

Here's what I found; on my own, with only translate and my existing language skills.

This is wrong:

This is CLOSER, AND MORE INDICATED OF THE CORRECT SUBJECTS OF THE SENTANCE. :

While it isn't one to one, Japanese has a lot of feel and implication, from what I understand. There's a lot of context.

So I tried scanning the fan translations a few times just to see what it said on my own. I broke it down into parts:

AITSU: him, that guy (in this case, Izuku)

The "Nuguenee" part seems to mean "can't wipe it" or "to wipe away"

Kocchi- here

De nuguu - means something like 'take off with "

Eventually, I felt like it wasn't scanning off the screen well enough, and I actually WROTE THE KANJI in the translation of the panel out on paper, which was very interesting bc again, don't know or write Japanese.

But I scanned that:

(The word "if" is covered by the icon)

"IF YOU CANT WIPE IT OFF

I WILL WIPE IT HERE"

Shows that the verbiage used is "wipe," or "to wipe away," but it is SO MUCH CLOSER in spirit to "I'll step in for what he can't handle" and also the use of Aitsu indicated he is talking directly about Izuku.

I GET that the official translator's job is to try to capture the dialogue in a way that FLOWS for the new audience, since Japanese is a very differently constructed language than English.

They are supposed to find a way to translate certain things with keeping the mood and intent of the dialogue.

"OFA couldn't keep you in the ground, but we'll finish the job and then some"???

Where the hell did they get that???

I didn't dig any further back bc it might take a while but everyone has also pointed out that the original dialogue is a direct reference to the apology scene(I know it is in the fan translation but I think it is also being indicated that it is the same in Japanese as well? Pls fact check me of you desire)

So bc it was originally referring back to that scene, there is an added STING that comes with this official translation

And the ADDITIONAL BLOW that is katsuki once again being kind of...pigeon holed into the aggressive, more self-focused kid that he once was...a caricature of his former self, instead of his emotionally upgraded, self assured, "needing to help Izuku or he will perish" self.....instead of letting this moment be a crazy cool declaration about how HE is the one you fuck with when Izuku needs help.

Which like yeah, in itself is a little bit agrandizing, HOWEVER it is literally also serving as a vow or a completion of his vow earlier in the story that he will take on what he can't handle!

It's super important for Katsukis arc! It acted as not only a THREAT to anyone who give Izuku a run for his money and tests the limits of his OFA, but a VOW to Izuku that HE HAS HIS BACK.

He just YELLED ABOUT IT on a battlefield, while Izuku is probably still staring at him with heart eyes.

And ultimately, there is NO REASON THE ORIGNAL TRANSLATION, WHICH PLAYS OFF THE OFFICIAL TRANSLATION OF THE APOLOGY SCENE CANNOT BE USED OFFICIALLY.

It reads properly, and packs a HELL OF A PUNCH EMOTIONALLY. More so than essentially "I'm gonna put you in the ground bc Izuku CAN'T"

It seems like the fan translation kept the literal meaning but added the flavor to make it flow, such as "stepping in" "to handle" and calling Izuku a Nerd. But the official translation just tweaked it by too much to where it just reads differently and most importantly, doesn't carry that punch.

In conclusion, I did a little bit of independent research and decided that YEAH it doesn't make sense why they translated it so wildly different. Other than just wanting Bakugou to remain a frigging caricature, even in the Finale.

#bnha spoilers #which i mean at least they used the word we for putting him in the ground?? #maybe sorta implying that he and deku are gonna work together but dammit #this is again based on my shallow knowledge on foreign language reading #of which i do not know japanese #so huge disclaimer #BUT IT LOOKS LIKE I CAME TO THE SAME CONCLUSIONS AS THE FAN TRANSLATORS #bakudeku #caleb critical #i dont usually come for caleb but idk this one got me a bit apicy #its just cus i dont know japanese myself #but like when i can put it into GOOGLE TRANSLATION AND GET SOMETHING DIFFERENT #just let katsuki Bakugou have his undying devotion and get to shout about it okkkk #bakugou katsuki #i hear its usually bakugou getting shafted by translation #basically stop making Bakugou a violent trash mouthed caricature #when he has his huge moments LET HIM HAVE THEM #let him have his emotions

[stupiidgood]

@theseourbodiesrp || continued

Shawn’s lips take a tour; his cheek, his forehead, the tip of his nose. His mouth, hands moving from his hair to hold his face to kiss him properly now. He’s intoxicating and they want to get drunk off him.

“Yes.” They do not hesitate to repeat it. “My love. My darling.” A nip to his ear accompanies the purr of, “Mine.”

“Of course I wa–” Their breath hitches and turns into a moan. “Izzy…”

Confession time: Shawn has been in high gear since he let them exact vengeance. Running away had been a more involved task with their swelling arousal brushing between their legs at every step, begging for attention, and the press of Izzy’s hips and just the presence of his manhood is a balm. They fit together, seamless; without the trappings of modesty Shawn wouldn’t have to so much as shift for him to slide perfectly inside.

Shawn tries to focus on surge of lust and not the wave of nausea that hits them at the revelation. A stray wind fans their hot face. Shawn must look a sight; throat bared, hair disheveled, writhing between the side of a building and their lover--a rock and a hard place if there ever was one. They meet Izzy’s eyes once again.

He’s beautiful. He’s always beautiful, but especially so after a show of strength, the air around him tinged with sweat and leather. They skate their fingertips up and down the line of his throat, stopping to lift his chin. He allows it, so obediently, so beautifully, and Shawn can see the want clear in his eyes. They hope their own eyes mirror his; shows the want of now and not the fear of past.

“Of course I want you,” they breathe, exalted. And it's true. They’ve long since stopped believing in the god that was preached to them; instead Shawn puts faith in the flesh and blood man before them, whose sacrifices Shawn can witness.

The block in their mind saying no, can’t, not safe, is muffled by the rolling of their hips forward against his, the desperation to ignore the panic and replace it with only the growing urge within them. Izzy won’t hurt me. He won’t. I have nothing to be scared of.

But they’d fallen for that before, with other lovers; and every time, it ended badly. It won’t this time. It will. It always does. There’s nothing you can do to stop it. There’s nothing to stop. I love him. He loves me. He wants this. I want this. Do you? Yes, shut up. Do you really? Yes! Do you really, or do you just feel indebted?

NO!

Shawn blinks into focus and swallows the lump in their throat. They stand with hands halfway down the front of Izzy’s pants and a throat raw from yelling 'no.' Mixed messages to say the least.

They could laugh at their own ridiculousness. Might have to, lest they cry instead.

#theseourbodiesrp #nsft #suggestive cw #//yes this took a year yes im still invested yes we missed u <3 #//uuuuhhh. guess its time to tag some content! #implied assault cw #panic attack cw #//kinda. theyre definitely on the verge #🍍 i have pirated dvds and i will pirate a ship dammit (our flag means death au) #🍍 prince harming (izzy hands) #🍍 filthy pirate hooker (nsft)

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Strong, Understanding, Silly & Teasing (M) Reader

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IT'S FINALLY DONE! The reader is described as muscular. The reader is implied to be tall. For Crewel; the reader is the art teacher. For everyone else but Vil; you are in their dorm. For Vil; you're related to Coach Vargas and are in an unspecified dorm. I hope this is what you wanted @kawaistrawberry21!

                                                                                                   

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🦯 Ugh, you! He can't stand you! Nah, he's just kidding. He likes you just as much as the average coworker by day, lover by night would. Though, he must say, even if he loves you now, he certainly didn't before you both got together.

🦯 The first issue Crewel had was obviously your abhorrent taste in fashion (to him at least) that's what made him dislike you right off the bat. But as any good dog wrangler would say, he cannot judge a pup by its coat alone. So then, with much hesitancy, he got to know you and you hit it off from there.

🦯 Your silliness is... appreciated, to say the least. It's a great distraction for when he's feeling stressed with work. You always know how to make him smile with your little jokes and eccentric attitude. Don't misunderstand though, he values professionalism quite a bit and will tell you to straiten up when he feels that it's needed.

🦯 You want to tease him? Okay. Just be ready when he teases you in return; he was never one to hold back after all. But Crewel's teasing is never the mean spirited kind, that's reserved solely for Vargas. His teasing is sultry in nature, sure to leave you with glowing hot cheeks and swirling thoughts as you fumble for a come back.

🦯 A feature of yours he most definitely enjoys is your immense physical strength. He's surprised that you teach art and not physical education instead of Vargas. Loves watching your muscles flex when you lift things that would seem immovable by the average person's standards. It's not that he dislikes it, but warn him next time you want to pick him up! You're going to give him a heart attack.

🦯 Crewel is really thankful for how understanding you are. You're such a good listener and you give surprisingly wise advice when he goes to you with his problems. He'll let you lay on his lap in the teacher's lounge; stroking your hair as he rants about the misbehaving puppies he had during his last class.

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"You always know how to make me feel better when I'm down don't you, Puppy. Such a gentleman you are. I suppose you deserve a treat for all your hard work, hm? Alright, here boy."

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👑 Seven help him, you infuriate Riddle so much. Seriously! Even though you and Yuu helped him with his overblot he still finds you irritating. He doesn't hate you though, he sees you as a good— no, a great friend. A really annoying one, but he supposes that's what makes you yourself, unfortunately.

👑 You're quite silly, he found that out even before his overblot and at that time he was annoyed by it. Couldn't you be serious for once? The Queen of Hearts's rules are nothing to joke about! But... after his overblot, he really learns to appreciate it. It was you after all who broke the tension in the infirmary when Yuu and the others came to see him; lightening the atmosphere to make room for pleasant conversation.

👑 The teasing. By the seven, the teasing. Please... give poor Riddle a break, you're going to make him burst a blood vessel with how irritated he gets. Stop calling him short, he gets it already! Yes, his hair is red, now stop calling him the names of red fruit! His head is NOT shaped like an apple, dammit! He's glad if you stop after a while, because if you don't he might start losing hair and you might (read as: most definitely will) lose your magic.

👑 Just because you're strong doesn't mean you're allowed to throw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes whenever you please! It's scary! It's like he's getting kidnapped or something! But your strength is appreciated sometimes. He definitely makes you carry around or move heavy items for him. Maybe the common room furniture needs to be rearranged again.

👑 Riddle was quite literally moved to tears after you immediately forgave him for his behavior before and during his overblot. You didn't even let him finish telling you about his mother in the infirmary; you just hugged him tightly and said 'I forgive you. I don't need to know your past to understand that you regret your actions. People can change, Riddle.'. He cried. He sobbed. You have no idea how badly he needed to hear that.

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"Call me 'shortstack' one more time and it's off with your head, you hear me! And get your arm off my head! I am not an armrest for you to go and just lean onto, you— you miscreant!"

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🦁 He doesn't pay you too much mind. Your personality is comparable to Ruggie's, and he has no issues with the way Ruggie behaves and does things, so you're cool in his books. Just don't interrupt any of his naps like Ruggie does, or else.

🦁 A silly attitude is something he's used to interacting with giving his attendant and his neffew being the same way. Leona mostly tunes out any jokes you tell him unless they're about Malleus and the Diasomnia dorm, he finds those pretty funny. He likes when you tell him random made up stories as he falls asleep, they usually influence his dreams so he always asks for peaceful ones.

🦁 Oho? You? Teasing him? No, no, no, sweetheart. He's teasing you. Each and every time you attempt to tease him he flips it around on you and makes you a flustered mess. This man is absolutely ruthless with his teasing and won't let up until he's rendered you too embarrassed to even look him in the eye for the next few days. Maybe you should think twice about teasing him next time, yeah?

🦁 You're strong, are you? Say, you wouldn't mind doing Leona a morally questionable favor would you? If you think he wouldn't take advantage of your strength to further his chances of winning Magishift, you're sorely mistaken. But outside of of his schemes, he loves making you carry him to the greenhouse and his bedroom when he doesn't feel like walking.

🦁 One time, when the two of you were just relaxing alone in his room, he shared the details of his past to you. What he got in response was a 'Well, that explains alot.' as well as a tight hug. After that he tells you all about his insecurities and troubles and you just listen and nod. He's thankful for someone who understands him and makes him feel seen for the first time in a long time.

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"Hey Herbivore, you'd better carry me back to Savanaclaw. Consider it your punishment for stepping on my tail again. Shouldn't be a problem for you since you're so strong, right?"

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🦝 You and Ruggie get along pretty well. Sometimes you both meet in the Savanaclaw dorm kitchen and make a meal together or you help him prepare a meal for Leona. Speaking of the lion beastman, you both like to get together and gossip about him. Not in a malicious way of course, but Ruggie always has a full kettle and needs to spill the tea once in a while.

🦝 You're silliness is something he can mesh well with. The both of you are pretty similar in personality anyway, so you definitely get along. You both like to joke around about Leona being your son, with him being the mom and you being the dad. You definitely play pranks on the unsuspecting student body together like partners in crime.

🦝 Ruggie honestly finds your teasing nature to be a breath of fresh air. Being around a grouchy pessimistic person all the time really does a number on his mood after a while. You both partake in playfully teasing one another; never mean spirited and rarely suggestive. You and Ruggie are just here to have fun, why spoil the mood with negativity; that's why Leona's never invited when you guys hang out.

🦝 By the seven, are you strong! Here, carry this; and this; oh, this too. Would you be so kind as to drag Leona to class? Thanks a bunch! To say that he's living for your strength would be an understatement; everything is so much easier now that he can get you to help him. Now hold still and let him get on your shoulders so he can dust the ceiling.

🦝 Dang it stop being so good to him! You're making Ruggie feel bad for injuring all those students! He vents to you about how bad he feels about hurting everyone even if Leona told him to do it. After you express that you don't fault him for following through Leona's orders because he's in no position to refuse, Ruggie jumps on you and damn near sqeezes you to death in a hug.

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"Huh, 'Mister Mom'? My son? I don't got a kid yet, 'm still in school, man. —Oh! Pfft! Shyeehyehehe! Are ya callin' Leona a kid! Awe man, that's friggin' hilarious. I guess I am 'Mister Mom', huh."

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🪞 You... remind him of Coach Vargas for some reason. That's not a good thing. His eyes are burning, please Stop flexing like that, you look like you're constipated. And please, PLEASE for the love of the seven shave your chest hair, he visibly cringes every time your shirt is open. Vil thinks you're very handsome and could do very well in Pomfiore but it's overshadowed by your agregious lack of tact.

🪞 He's well versed in all sorts of mannerisms, so you being silly isn't a shock to him in the slightest. 100% will he try an make you be more serious in situations that can effect his public image, so be prepared for that. Even though he tries not to smile too hard to avoid developing smile creases, you always make him laugh. Stop that! Stop making him so happy, you scoundrel!

🪞 Vil does not like your teasing nature. Whether it be his name, actions or appearance you're teasing him about, he can't stand it. He's already insecure as it is and here you are 'teasing' him as you call it. The only indication of how bothered he is by it is a sharp glare that's usually too fast for you to catch. Seriously, don't tease Vil; friend or not, you'll most likely end up with ipecac in your tea. Don't push your luck.

🪞 Your strength is nothing to scoff at; he had found. He thought your muscular physique was very easy on the eyes and often tries to squeeze you into a corset to slim your waist down more. In his words: 'Muscular men with small waists are quite a sought after figure'. He'll have you model with him often in position that has you lifting himself and another model or a heavy product that he's advertising.

🪞 Vil appreciates how good of a listener you are. He'll often come to you and talk about how he thinks his dorm members hate him. How he feels a little bad for pushing them so hard. Vil vents about how, one time, Epel had accused him of trying to erase his personality. You only rubbed circles on the small of his back and encouraged him to keep talking. He felt bad... but it didn't stop him from carrying on to do it all over again the next day.

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"Alright, my Chivalrous Sweet Potato, you know what to do. I simply can't dirty my shoes, so you'll have to use that strength of yours to carry me over all of this awful mud, understand?"

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🏹 Oh, Rook just LOVES you! You bring him so much joy. Though he comes off strange considering the whole hunting you thing, he really means well. He considers the two of you to be the best of friends; connected at the hip, partners in crime, two peas in a pod and so on. Truly you and Rook have the most beautiful, albeit somewhat one sided, friendship.

🏹 He finds your silliness quite admirable and finds similarities between you and Epel pretty often. You make him laugh pretty often when you make jokes about beauty or even the art of hunting. Often times he sits down with you to write silly poems together and read them out loud to each other, or have Vil and Epel unwillingly sit in as the audience. Please release them, they're suffering.

🏹 He loves when you tease him and he loves to tease you back. Rook plays pranks on you pretty often as well. Suddenly appearing behind you, hiding in your bedroom and jumping out to scare you when you get comfortable, shooting an arrow with a bag of glitter tied to it just above your head; you know, the usual. Ah yes, Rook loves a good prank.

🏹 Pilier de force; pillar of strength. That is the nickname he gave you after you picked him up with one hand, like he weighed nothing. Oh, how he swooned in that moment. What a heart throb you are, swooping in and cradling this humble huntsman in your arms. He's definitely suggested you taking up archery on many occasions, you certainly have the upper body strength to pull a bow string properly.

🏹 You have what Rook calls an insightful heart. One full of untainted, unshakable love, compassion and forgiveness. He believes that in a previous life you must have been an angel of some kind with how beautiful you are. Rook has even said your more fair than Vil in his eyes because of your beautiful and noble heart.

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"Oh, mon Pilier de Force. Your compassion knows no bounds. Your heart is pure as the first snow of autumn. One cannot help but to swoon at such a loving disposition, monsieur."

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🍎 Epel thinks you're pretty cool! No— badass is a better descriptor. You two are best friends! Or at least, he wants to be your best friend. The both of you had never even conversed before he literally ran into you in the halls; he was just too shy to approach you. But then you helped Epel up and introduced yourself and you hit it off from there.

🍎 At first he thought you were going to turn out to be another creep like Rook. However, he was pleasantly surprised by the lack of weirdness. No stalking, no appearing out of nowhere, no breaking into his bedroom. You were just a bit af a goof and by the seven did that have him relieved. You supply him with a great outlet to let all the stress of being in Pomfiore melt away just by being around him.

🍎 Epel is okay with your teasing so long as you don't mention his appearance being feminine in any way since he's pretty insure about it. He can take a joke about his height pretty well but he'll climb on you in retaliation, so be prepared for that. He also loves pranks! Epel will even get Rook to join in if he can.

🍎 Your so cool! How are you that strong! Teach him! Teach him! Please, teach him your ways! If he's as strong and muscular as you he'll be manly for sure! Here, lift this bookshelf right here. Yeah, it has books on it still but that'll make it even cooler when you lift it. Ah! No! Don't pick him up! He'll bite you, he swears on it!

🍎 You're such a good listener; has anyone ever told you that. Epel is surprised that he feels comfortable enough to confide in you about his insecurities. How he feels about his appearance and how he feels about the way Vil treats him. And by the time he's finally got everything thing off his chest, Epel cries into your shoulder as you simply pat his back and tell him to let it all out. You never chastise him for not acting masculine enough; in fact, you never bring his appearance up at all.

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"Woah! That's so cool! How can ya even lift that much weight? D'ya think I can lift that too? Ya gotta teach me how! I know yer gonna be the best teacher f'me, so let's get started!"

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🐉 Are you talking... to him? Are you sure, you do know who he is right? You know, Malleus Draconia, scary dragon fae, immensely powerful mage, Diasomnia's prefect and heir to the Valley of Thorns's throne? Oh. You really are taking to him! And you're not scared of him? This must be some kind of blessing from his grandmother, right? No, it doesn't matter, he's thankful either way.

🐉 He doesn't mind your silliness, it's such a nice change from the near constant fear that's directed towards him whenever he goes somewhere that's not Diasomnia. You make him so happy he can't even put it into words. When he's with you he's sporting a constant toothy grin because that's just how powerful of an effect you have on him. Please keep goofing off with him, his heart wouldn't be able to take it if you got bored of him.

🐉 You remind Malleus so much of Lilia when you tease him. Perhaps he should introduce the two of you! He knows that you never do it in a malicious way; it's just for fun. Malleus definitely indulges himself in teasing you back. For him it's playful banter between soul mates.

🐉 Oh dear, you've got quite the strength in you, haven't you, Child of Man. Perhaps, only if you wanted to, you could be trained to wield a sword and join his guards? Though, you don't have to, it's only a suggestion. When you scooped him up in your arms one time like he's as light as a feather? Oh he's over the moon with joy that you're even near him, let alone sweeping him off his feet.

🐉 Malleus finds it really endearing that you listen to his trivial issues. You must be bored of his voice by now with how much you've allowed him to drone on and on. He's not even speaking of his troubles anymore, he's telling you about what his day entailed. Surely, Malleus always finds himself wondering, you must have things to share as well. Please share your troubles with him as well! He wants to be a supportive friend like you!

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"I never thought it would be quite so relieving to confide in someone other than Lilia about my present worries. So I must thank you, child of man, for lending an ear to me in my time of need."

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🦇 You two get along like white on rice! Seriously! You and Lilia are nearly inseparable! Except that one time he rendered you bedridden with one of his culinary abominations; you were out of it for almost a week. Lilia felt kind of bad of course but the face you made kept him laughing the entire time you were ill.

🦇 The two of you are the silliest people in Diasomnia, it seems. Not that he minds of course; having you around will help him on his mission to get Malleus and Sebek loosen up a bit. It's healthy to be a goof every now and then, it just so happens that you're like that nearly all the time.

🦇 You'll rarely succeed in teasing Lilia. You can rarely catch him off guard or fluster him. Even your pranks are unsuccessful most of the time. But don't give up yet! It really amuses him to see you so passionate about getting one over on him. Lilia prefers to tease you instead, it really makes his day. He'll also insist on playing pranks on other together rather than alone, it's just much more fun that way. The few times that you can tease him, it's the funniest thing he's ever experienced to be honest.

🦇 Well, aren't you strong. He may offer to train you with a sword like he did with Silver and Sebek. Whether you want to train to be one of Malleus's vassals is up to you, but he did offer.. You've got physical strength, yes. And you might be able to be him in an arm wrestling competition. But! Can you defeat him in this new video game that the youngsters say are all the rage? He's serious. Can you beat him?

🦇 You're quite compassionate, aren't you. How sweet. Lilia often finds himself coming to you and talking about his concerns with his three children. He's thankful that you hold no ill will towards Malleus and Sebek because of how they come off. Though he rarely does it, Lilia sometimes tells you about his experiences in the war. Sometimes he'll be reduced to tears from the haunting memories of his fellow fae being slain, but you just hold him tight and let him cry. Lilia's thankful for that.

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"I know I assured you that I'm far older than my looks my lead on... But ... baby faced grandpa. Pfft- that's— Wait! I still want you to elaborate what you meant when you said all my past lovers 'dodged a case'!"

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[chiyoso]

Okay here me out...... If you could fuck Aeons...... Nanook

A WARLORD'S SOLITUDE

nanook, an eldritch, ancient mystery of destruction, had been playing as the puppeteer of death all over the continent since ancient times. a being, involved in the horrors of the world with one simple goal; to destroy and decay life. however, the day he decided to wreak havoc, his eyes wavered at the sight of a familiar figure, you.

ა content warnings. reincarnated lover reader · immortal god au · reader is implied as female · mentions of death and destruction · mature content · he gets hard at the end for you lmao · nanook goes by he/him in this fic · dead dove.

ა author notes. this wasn't smut (sry anon), but i did cook something. wc estimated to be 2k above?? not proofread and edited thoroughly cos this shit was made at 3am.

You couldn't be more mesmerized.

The dread in his face couldn't compare to the ones that witnessed his glorious, aurate form.

He was brilliant, a transcendent being, and he was an Aeon who was filled with mixed emotions of fear, love and confusion.

He looked more terrified than the mortals that ran for their lives beneath his wavering gaze, as the lustrous, golden irises landed upon a creature whose familiarity was certain, and it had shook the Aeon's core deeply.

The divine being was left with intensifying feelings of fear, his chest dripping with golden liquid, leaving out of him just like his shaky breath.

You were there, standing and taking witness to the golden-colored darkness, taking in a situation that will be left recorded in the history books. Your eyes hover and dilate upon a figure that was twice the size of a mountain, the once blue and calm moon that illuminated the world, was now enveloped with a golden hue, assumingly so from the revered Aeon's sudden appearance.

You trembled at the sight of the renounced being that was loathed, feared and looked down upon — but you didn't feel fear, you felt undeniably drawn to its sudden presence in an artistic way, you were always quite an explorer. Your fear of the unknown made your surroundings feel uneasy about you, a beautiful human, that was filled of eccentricness.

In your trembling hands were a coal-tip pen and a thin book with contents of your accumulated sketches, you couldn't hear the deafening screaches of terror as the crowd runs to the opposite of where you were walking towards, it was art or nothing.

It was either to create a masterpiece for future artists to take and witness, or nothing.

Nothing mattered except the heavenly sight that was bestowed upon your eyes in this moment, you were transfixed, in awe, as your irises gloss upon the gold that was within his dark complexion, his long braids that destroyed an ecosystem in mere seconds and beneath him was that of a crater.

You continued to stare at the giant, drunk with inspiration — his golden, translucent, and glowing eyes, filled with a confusion of depair reeling you in deeper as you wondered about that seemed uncharacteristic of an Aeon, but you didn't dwell long on the thought as your hands starting to move on its own, beginning to draw your heart out while your head kept glancing back and forth repeatedly towards the coal-filled page and godlike piece you were drawing, your feet, bringing you to him as you continued to draw, unfortunately, you were finally deemed crazy by the people running for their lives, momentarily eyeing your actions, bringing them a millisecond of confusion, before continuing to sprint from the grasps of death.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! RUN DAMMIT!”

One said looking over to you with a mixture of panic and anger in his expression, his volume of voice minimizing as he ran away from the deathly scene. People continued to run from the hauntingly glorious sight, pushing one another in a panicked flurry, the sounds of their stomping, shaking the earth.

A majority of eyes had forced themselves onto you, physiques mostly dodging your still body in their attempt of preservation for their loves, except when—“F-... Fuck!” A person from your village knocked into you, resulting in your book of sketches, falling down onto the dirt as a wave of feet stomped on it repeatedly.

A turbulent of emotions raged within your heart, the feelings of heartache and despair surfacing physically as your eyes glisten with tears, bringing a hand to your mouth with shock from the thought of years of progress and creation, crumbling to dust with such a simple yet cruel act.

Nanook reacted to the spectacle, the sight of your grimace in your face, snapping him out of his thoughts, his protective instincts kicking in as the tip of his finger reaches out towards your direction, his burning ambers on the sight of the village — or more specifically, the man whom caused you pain.

A striking sharp sound ensued from the heavens, the nightly sky flickering with a golden hue repeatedly, the dark sky was like a canvas as lighting marks decorated the ether. You reacted, raising your head towards the source of the noise, your glistening eyes glimmered at the event, causing your despair to a sudden halt, replaced with excitement and artistic intuition from the ethereal sight before your eyes.

Suddenly, golden rays of light from the heavens came crashing down vertically towards the earth with intense velocity and speed, raining glorious hellfire upon the land surrounding you with a blinding light that forced you to cover your eyes. Even then, you were beyond satisfied with the thought of dying to such a disaster, it was a beautiful chaos.

The art before you made you speechless, and it filled your heart and mind with bliss as you feel the heat surrounding you closing in, the light almost engulfing and grazing your skin.

You were ready, you were happy and satisfied to perish within a beautiful aurora of gold.

You liar.

A deafening silence followed shortly after the intense, crackling sounds of power and despair. Confusion welled up inside you as you were still able to feel the nightly breeze grazing your skin, hugging your form, trembling in the sudden dread of cold air lapped around you.

You open your eyes slowly, reluctantly, revealing a gorey sight, a field of grim and lifeless art surrounding you. The hateful village that you once knew, had fallen apart, a future ruin that is now left as a remnant for future inhabitants of the world, a fragment of a history laid to waste by the Aeon of Destruction, who stayed and proved true to his myth.

“You're not real,” the Aeon, who bathed and dripped in gold, voiced out with a solemn, shaky tone.

The once giant of a man that shook the earth, was now of a size of a human adult male, and he was walking towards you, the gold from his figure and his steps, dripped down on the bloodied floor of lifeless bodies, leaving a trail of golden liquid before stopping just respectfully before you.

How could you possibly react to the situation at hand? Such a destructive, force of nature, shakily uttering your name with undertone of despair, the sight of his beautiful, ornate eyes dilating, studying you, memorizing you.

Myths that you had a hard time believing from your continuous torment from others, praying and hoping to be enlightened and saved— now being preyed upon with such power under his watchful gaze.

“H-How did you-” You voice cracked, heavy confusion accompanied with slight fear were apparent in your whole being.

How did he know your name? Why were you alive? Why was he looking at you this way? Why did I only get spared?

You continued to overthink, your mind racing with thoughts.

The great Nanook, who painted your only home in red and ashes.

The great Nanook, who inflicted countless of deaths, disasters and terror since the beginning of time. He was the true form of destruction and despair himself.

Yet, that gaze... It wasn't befitting of a God.

Nanook looked at you with such an almost unrecognizable look, unfathomable emotions in his eyes, wavering at the sight of you, his beautifully constructed face faltered into the depths of similar to a heartache, weeping in gold within his eyes while the memories from his over lived lifetime continue to hit him like a celestial disaster that would engulf the whole world, his whole world... being you.

The you who was so familiar to him, the you that would bring back countless memories about love wnd happiness, the you who left within his arms in your previous life eons ago, the light in your eyes leaving, dreading him from ever loving again. Reincarnation was a mystery even to destruction himself, some would reincarnate after death, some would take millennium, eons, or a lifetime.

And yet, there you were, a fragment of himself, and he felt whole again, witnessing such a miracle, seeing you again, so close yet so far to him.

“Aeon,” you called out to him in a hushed voice, your face filled with confusion and fear replaced with concern and worry because your gaze landed upon the golden liquid, cascading down from his saddened eyes.

Nanook, flinched to your voice, the sound reverberating within his ears, causing his heart to flutter to your dearly missed chords.

It was different, but it was yours.

He'd only stiffen up, dilating irises staring longingly into yours, having intense, overwhelming feelings of confusion, aching, a deep longing for none other than you.

You weren't the her that he knew, but you were still the soul that he ached for and cherished. He brought a hand to his head, exhaling short, heavy breaths instead of audibly sobbing despite the golden tears that stained his cheeks.

The Aeon was both smitten and terrified at the sight of you, his eyes glossing over every feature that existed before his eyes, cherishing every millisecond with you. He took several deep breaths, composing himself before taking another step forward to you.

“D- Don't come any closer-...” You said in a panic, taking a step back simultaneously as fear began to creep back within you again.

“Please...” You continued, your voice starting to tremble, you had expected him to not listen, since, he was after all—a being of decay and havoc, but instead, you witness him flinch to your words, his heart shattering from your desire to make him stay disganced, retracting his reaching hand from you and standing in place as he stares at you with a visible faint frown.

“Do you... Do you know me?” You asked, steadying your quickened breath as you steel your gaze towards him, looking for answers, keenly observing his body language and facial features with the accumulated skill you had as an artist.

Nanook was silent for a few long moments, taking deep shaky breaths, he was starting to calm as well, finding solace in your voice, savoring it this time more intensely, not wanting to part from the existence of you again.

“It... It matters not flowe-”

“It does, and you know it.”

You cut him off without missing a beat, your courage returning, confident that he won't be able to hurt you—having that identified from the way he was acting.

The firmness of your tone accompanied with your unwavering gaze, caused him to look away to the side, his cheeks beginning to heat.

It was all so closely familiar to him, the way your voice rang with a firm, fearless tone, the way you would hold your ground in every situation even if risked your precious life, the way he knew of your unquenchable curiousity and wonder, the way your plump lips frowned to him, as fragments of memories continue to overwhelm him, flickering in his mind.

“Aeon Nanook,” you called out to him again but with alias name, echoes of his name replaced the silence with no response from him.

He couldn't respond.

Instinctively, you began to pace forward to him as your curiousity began to grow—remembering the spectacle before this situation, on how the air filled with an aurora of gold, the air, filled with shimmering particles of the same color that was flowing all over his body, his well carved, toned and physique that you couldn't help but glance to it every now and then, your womanly and artistic senses battling each other in your internal struggle

And the nickname for you? Flower? Why does he act in such a manner? What does he—

“You are aware of my prominence and alias, yet you continue to call me by my title,” he'd intercept your thoughts, trying to sound like his normal, glorious self, but the sight of you accompanied by your voice was too much for his fluttering heart, the beads of his sweat trickled along his neck, the darkened hue all over his cheeks that had spread to his ears the moment you stepped several paces closer towards the higher being—and that confused, but intrigued you even more.

The latter was winning.

“Then,” you said, before stopping before him, a safe yet risky distance as the gap between was far more lesser.

“Your eminence, Nanook of Destruction...” he stiffened as you call out to him, simultaneously placing a hand to your chest, your gaze locked and piercing as your fear completely diminishes from your body, replaced with overwhelming curiousity, and determination.

“Forgive me for my insolence, but if I were to die, I'd rather be informed,”

He could never hurt you.

“You have spared me, even upon laying waste on the land I once called my home, your brilliant attacks managing to—not once, move towards my way,” you've arrived just infront of him, a genuine frustration apparent in your expression.

“Why.”

The toughness of the situation may have affected your senses right now, but you could have sworn you heard him curse under his breath seeing his mouth part slightly, his bangs covering his face as he tilted his flushed face down, but you didn't dwell on it further as you were brimming with a desire for questions.

The blush remained on his face, his eyes narrowing to you, causing you to retract back a few steps away, the reality returning to you that you were current demanding a being far from the mortal grasp, your grasp.

You didn't know, but his head spun from the flood of emotions and memories of the past, and your actions tipped him over the edge, causing him to get drunk with overwhelming love, affection and lust for you, the golden liquid all over him starting to boil, looking towards the earth beneath the both of you.

He was reduced to a weak man as of right now.

“I...” He cleared his throat, his gaze returning to yours as his body language tells you all kinds of information, and dammit, everything was an itch to your brain as to how illogical the situation was.

“Flower...” There it is again.

“You wouldn't believe m-”

“I speak with an individual who is considered to be a myth at the moment, try me,” you interrupted again, showing the firmness of your question and decision, and he was so absolutely smitten by you once more, falling in love all over with you again, a personality that he missed so much, causing his heart to blare, interrupting his internal thoughts, thoughts of how to answer you.

You then take a step forward once more, your eyes never leaving his, and if you walked two more paces, towards him, you would've been within his personal space, not that he would mind.

“A supreme being, speaking to me as if I were someone dear to you, sparing me from the demise of your powerful feats. A manifested concept of destruction, gazing—carrying this heavy tone similarly to a man who's utterly lovesick towards a maiden he admires from afar.”

You weren't far from the truth.

You then narrow your eyes to him, closing the distance once more with one more step, looking up to the towering sunlight of a man before you.

“Forgive me talking in such a way that would invoke discomfort towards you, but I want to address the illogical problem—you continuing to call me a name like I am a person so familiar and so close to you.” At this point, he couldn't hide the flush in his face anymore from the almost closeness between you two.

You're just so...

Nanook continued to gaze downwars to you, listening to every word you're saying intently, your strong will, courage and curiousity that he was all too familiar with, finding you absolutely adorable and alluring—but he won't admit that, at least not for now.

“Reincarnation, my flower. It is because you are, familiar,” he took a deep breath, lowering his gaze.

“So very familiar and known to me...” his voice trails, you noticing the trembling of his lips.

You were so, so close.

He bathed in your familiar scent that was addicted to before, and taking a whiff of it after so long, he seemed drugged, dazed wnd intoxicated.

His eyes starting to haze as well as his mind, savoring the closeness of the two of you. His dazed, loving gaze continued to study and savor you like a revered, famous artwork, amused by the visible disbelief and contempt on your expression that he caused.

You felt out of touch from the emotions you were experiencing, every emotion you were feeling were so foreign to you, and it was a scary yet thrilling experience.

You didn't want to melt to the nickname he kept calling you, you didn't want to react to his sweet, rich voice, talking to you like you were the best thing in his whole, supreme existence, but your body betrayed you, showing the faintest hint of a blush, starting to show.

You didn't process the information he uttered out to you, you couldn't, and you didn't want to, even if you knew it wasn't a lie, since it came from an Aeon especially.

The fact that you knew the meaning behind his body language, the way you tried being oblivious to his facial expressions, his flushed out face, and the way his gaze would make you feel so special and wanted.

You didn't want to come to a correct conclusion, you didn't want logic to... logic. Perhaps some other Aeon of Life and Death were playing a sick game towards the both of you.

The astronomical luck of this Aeon, as well as yours, meeting you in this era, this lifetime, was most, most absurb.

You couldn't fanthom it, and the thought of being intimate with such a destructive force of a being like him, doing all of those things together.

Fuck, you then quickly turn around from him, feeling your cheeks grow hot, resulting in Nanook to jolt, your actions bringing him back to reality as your back was now faced towards him.

He has killed and ceased many souls, he has caused endless death and destruction for eons and eons of his existence, his sole purpose was and is to take and destroy, being a puppeteer to his Emanators and subjects who did his deeds for him. He was a feared and revered being, he is a glorious, beautiful being whom destroyed your village, he would most likely continue to lay destruction if it hadn't been for you, and—

Your mind contined to wander about, your cheeks continuing to feel hot as the red tint finally revealed itself, spreading to your ears.

“Flower—?”

“Why... Why do you continue to call me that—!”

You hissed, your voice came out high pitched, reducing the aggressive tone you originally wanted, but you couldn't help it, you were feeling yourself fluster further for the wrong reasons.

“I- I don't know you... I can't perceive you in such ways,” you say meekly, lowering the volume of your voice.

Hm?—“What ways, do you speak about flower?”

The Aeon mused, walking to your side, tilting his body down and taking a glimpse of what was happening, the moment he saw your mirrored blush, he felt more alive than he already is as his lips curl into a faint smirk, placing his hand onto the top of your head, rubbing your head gently and affectionately, and since he knew you through and through, he most definitely knew you were in denial about the facts that even you yourself didn't want to accept, because you were such a smart woman, such a lovely, lovely intelligent woman whom he cherished dearly.

He would've included you within his golden auroras of death if he wanted to harm you. He would've already killed you even after you somehow escape from the attack if he wanted to. He wouldn't be patting your head so lovingly if he wanted to cause you pain. Why would you let him touch your hair even? Why did you want to get closer to him? Why would he—

“Love,” He muttered to you, not realizing his mouth was near your ear, causing shivers down your spine as a soft yelp escapes your mouth in shock from the new cute name along with his actions.

“Shall I continue to inform you? I assume your... thoughts are currently running with a vast amount of things, correct me if I'm wrong,”

His usage of coyness only continued, having your confidence wavered—intentions of breaking that wall of strength, just like him when you managed to tame him.

“You can resist me,” the hand from the top of your head currently wasnow tracing down along your nape, his thumb brushing along your skin, the warming of your skin being felt as your cheeks burn further.

He certainly knew how to make you feel, he'd know how to rile you up, whether it'd be wholesomely, or sinfully, he knew you through and through, at least—the soul harboring the current body of yours that is, and all that could be achieved by none other than him, and him only.

“Nanook...” You call to him, soft and vulnerable, turning your head towards him, revealing your uncontrolled reddened face, your expression trying to not show any signs of weakness to him.

His gaze softened further, the sight of you causing him to chuckle as his deep, rich laughter felt so pleasing to your ears, not helping you in your situation.

“Even-... Even if I was reincarnated as you said, I-I don't know you,” he moved closer, needing to hear you, wanting to hear you.

“At- At least not like in the life that you and I were...” You attempt to look away, your face sunken, dusted with a deep, visible blush, showing such a side that spiked Nanook's heart rate, along with yours

Neither of you were dumb, nor ignorant.

Both of you were intelligent enough to know that there was a lingering air of attraction and warmth surrounding the two of you, despite the you in this lifetime not knowing absolutely anything about him, be it his personality, the intimacy you two shared, and what you cherished most, emotional vulnerability.

The thought of being lovers, being so heavily intimate with such an attractive, powerful being left you pondering deeplyyou, making you wonder about all kinds of things as your cheeks remained heavily flushed.

You then flinch, the feeling of his hand formerly on your nape, now moving down towards your lower back, wrapping his hand to your curves, gently and sensually caressing it.

“You're right,” His other hand then reaches up to your chin, making you face him as his face grows near to yours.

“And yet... you aren't resisting my advances as of this moment, why is that?” He hummed, his smirk remaining on his face, knowing he caused your head to spin and fluster you into the depths of warmth and affection, but he was also absolutely experiencing euphoria along with you, experiencing so much happiness and warmth from your familiar presence that had always had such a strong effect on him.

He was acting coy and smug, masking that unconditional, unwavering deep love and affection that he had for you, previously buried until forgotten, except his all of his weaknesses began to starting to resurface, having trouble discerning if it was good or bad, but—the only thing that felt good, was him basking in delight from your presence again.

He was right though, why weren't you rejecting his touches? His forward advances? The way your cheeks would flush deeper he speaks in such a loving tone that caused your heart rate to spike its pace, the way he would brush his thumb across your chin as he held it, gazing lovingly upon your face with a warm smile that you almost melted to.

He most definitely saw you before this whole situation erupted, he saw your familiar eccentricity, he saw the way your eyes gleamed whilet you passionately drew your heart away to the sight of him, he saw the familiar wonder and the way your eyes would shimmer, seeing him in the reflection in your eyes amongst the chaos he previously cause, and... since you assume he knew you through and through.

Does that mean he accepts you?

“Does this mean you accept me?”

You thought aloud, your lips parting to say your uncontrollable thoughts as your eyes continue to gloss over his face, emotions welling up within you.

He accepted you before then? He accepted the way you are? He accepted the parts where you yourself loathed along with the people who casted looks of disdain and unease to you? He accepted the you that was true and weird? All your flaws, and he loves m—?

“And love you, yes.” His words interrupting your thoughts simultaneously, gently pulling your face closer to his with his fingers, his warm breath grazing upon your trembling lips as he smiled so warmly and affectionately towarss you.

“You may not know me in this life, you may not know who I am from within, but believe me when I say this,” He then leaned forward, tilting down his body to match your height, thus presses his lips against your forehead, his soft and warm lips lingering for a few long moments before reluctantly pulling back.

“I have made a promise to you since then, that if I had ever encounter your lovely soul once more and that I have—even in another lifetime, the next one after that, and until my existence is eradicated from existence, until then, I would make you mine. Over and over and over,”

“Do you understand me, love?”

“That... and is there a problem with getting to know me again?” He added, coyly, affection imminent, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip, staring at it with an intense loving gaze, biting his own as love filled lustful thoughts seeped into his mind, reminiscing the memories of intimacy.

Ah, his cock underneath pulsed, twitching slightly under his white drapes from the reaction of your lips. Your quivering, plump lips were already moist just by his touch, as a soft whimper escaped your mouth from the heavily intimate gesture he was demonstrating to you.

Your took a sharp, shaky inhale from his loving, impactful words. You didn't know this man, you didn't had anyone look at you, care for you, love you, cherish you, look at you in such a way that everything started to feel blocked out. It was only you and him that existed in the both of your spaces.

The both of your hands travel to his wrist, moving his hand towards your cheek, closing your eyes as you savor and melt into his palm, his thumb continuing to rub against your moist lips.

“You're beautiful, you are.” His pupils turned into hearts just looking at your own gesture, accepting his advances and the intimacy between the two of you.

“You really, really are,” bathed in affection and warmth, an unspoken agreement of a certain love and lust filled and surrounded the two of you.

A vast majority wished to experience the intensifying love these two had, despite their heavy, heavy differences. A mortal, and an Aeon, the Aeon of Destruction in specific. It was a bizzare sight again.

The ground shook, a rumbling was heard in the distance, your moment of loving was cut short, interrupted, as sounds of yelling in the distance catches both of your attention, turning both of your heads to the source of the noise with annoyance and confusion, only to realize the people whom worshipped under other Aeons, a faction whom dedicated themselves to destroy anything and everything about the path of destruction, arrived with an overwhelming multitude of armies, shaking the soil both of you stood on as the skies above them also had soaring fleets, moving towards you and the Aeon.

Nanook's eyes narrowed in annoyance, clicking his tongue to the sight, extending his hands towards the direction of the interruption in an instinct as the golden liquid slithered from his chest to his hands in veiny, lighting marks that appeared all over his extended arm, the tip of his finger radiating a sudden black orb of what seems to be a black hole, the orb surrounded with his signature golden liquid, accompanied with a golden mist and—“Nanook!” You grabbed and placed yourself upon his arm, lowering it as you look to him wincing from the uncomfortable sensation of the golden marks touching against your skin, you shook your head frantically, before speaking to him.

“Don't, please.” He took a fleeting moment, processing your words and pondering deeply to himself. A defeated sigh escapes mouth from the pleading tone and glistening eyes of yours, his gaze softening shortly after as his other free hand grabbed you by the waist, holding you tightly against him, before pointing the summoned black orb of space to the nightly atmosphere, sending the orb soaring up to the stars, his gaze lowering to the armies and fleets that were moving quickly towards the both of you.

“And flower, I'll also get you a new book to draw on as an apology to destroying your home.” He smirked, teasing you as he snapped his fingers, the orb dissipated, a few seconds of silence ensued, before a massive, beautiful explosion shaped of a widened northern star followed suit, causing panic and bafflement to the incoming starskiffs and cloud soldiers from all continents within the Xianzhou.

The ethereal explosion that was just performed, dissipated slowly, but the golden, dust particles of exploding northernstar began to engulf the both of you, covering all of your form, shortly after a bright light emitting towards the both your bodies, before a sudden familiar moonlit darkness returns to the world again, making a hasty, easy escape into the darkness as a golden shower of dust particles illuminated the night sky, leaving unsatisfied feelings of anger, regret and pain towards the army that arrived.

Let his destructive calling be damned, he wasn't going to let you go, not until you two meet in another lifetime again.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

“ℤ𝕠𝕣𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕪𝕤”

this was next to post as promised. sorry if its not great so MAYBE a part 2? i like this concept? @roronoaswifey

Blk Fem Reader

CW: Simon Says game is used for Zoro’s pleasure (and yours ig🦦) Fingering, Mirror Sex, Demanding!Zoro, Dom!Zoro, Teasing, Cum Eating, Mutual Masturbation, Implied cowgirl

Just thinkin bout Zoro teaching you how to please him and yourself.

“This is…embarrassing..”

“Then look at me.”

Feeling Zoro’s hand dwarfing yours as you both face the mirror, legs parted over his, your body consistently feeling a small shiver of the breeze when it hits your bare breast.

You gatta admit though.

You looked damn good when you play with yourself in front of him.

“Simon says; Don’t go too fast.” His slurry voice fell to your ears causing you to clench around his two thicker fingers, Zoro grins. “If you cum again we’ll stop right now.” Maybe it was the pheromones because he smelled intoxicating.

“This stupid ass game.” You thought. You knew playing this while drinking was a bad idea..

“Ffuck!” Your voice exhausted out, your head rested on his chest, you felt it rumble out a chuckle seeing your fucked out expression.

Your rest didnt last long, he gripped your cheeks, his warm fingers making you look at yourself , and what his fingers were doing to you.

“C’mon…” His voice rasped, “Simon says; Look at how pretty your pussy is.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Moaning out a whine Zoro quickens the pace of his circles on your clit, they became messy, his eyes fixated between your legs. He felt the contraints of his black pants tighten so much it felt painful,

“Simon says…” Zoro’s free hand that was once massaging your tits reach down to his zipper with urgency, “Keep looking baby, keep looking.”

You could feel his hand in your lower back fiddling with pulling out his shaft as much as he could, he couldn’t take it, seeing you fucked out by his fingers alone. He wanted in on the fun.

The feeling of your orgasm was closer than before, you trued so hard not to let it go but the overwhelming sight of your greenhaired boyfriend could tell so he turned to wider and slower circles.

“You like that?”

Why is he asking such a stupid ass question? Na dyou can hear it in his teasing tone, you met his sharp eyes in the mirror, he was already looking at your face, seeing the frustration and annoyance written all over you. Without words he made your spine shiver, almost as if he was non verbally telling you to quit the attitude you were about to give him.

You just nod at him. He smirks, giving your chubby cheeks a kiss, it was so soft and sweet compared to the harsh pressure he applied on your clit.

“Simon says…cum….when i do.”

You sucked back in your huff feeling him add three fingers inside your pussy, immediately clenching down on how thick he was, you felt so full, and it wasn’t even his dick doing it to you. Your legs started to spread more further apart making a bit of Zoro’s ego inflate justttt a little.

“Z..Zo…” You purred his name, turning your head seeing his pretty side profile resting on your shoulder, his eye lids lidded low still watch your entire body, your left thigh twitching when he curls his fingers, the way your tits jiggle evertime he adjusts his body, you reached over and kissed his cheek back, your grinned shortly seeing his face turn red.

He backs up, dammit. You always knew how to fluster him even when he was taking charge.

You looked back, hearing Zoro’s oanting get louder you knew he was close so he speeds up the pace on both rubbing his shaft up to his tip and playing scissoring you. It was kind of amazing if you think about it.

“C-cum…fucking cum!”

“Z—zoro w-wait!”

“Fucking cum Y/N!”

The bass in his voice made you clench down on him, pressing your thighs together to try and slow him down but he wouldnt let up. He grunts in frustration, using his forearm to push your back against his chest and just take it.

Your orgasm was approaching with him, you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted so you guided his fingers back inside you, using them to drag in and out of you as you play with your clit.

“Fuck fuck fu—“

Zoro couldn’t take it, his heavy breathing and panting in your ear, his low whines of your name, the way the bed creaks, the way how he couldn’t keep his eye open was all too much.

Letting your highs wash over you both. You fell back on his chest, feeling his fast heart beat on your spine, you groan, pushing away his hand still trying to make small circles on your sensitive clit. You turn and straddle him. Grinning in pleasure as he rest on his elbows.

“What?” He huffs looking at you up and down.

“You lost.”

“WH-W-HOW?!” His slit eye almost looks like it was ganna come out.

“You.” Pushing Zoro weakened body flat on his back with one finger you “Didn’t…” Your slit grazed his warm shaft, still twitching he hisses at you looking at your hips grinding, “Say…”

Using the bit of strength you had (and a little help from zoros hands) you slide yourself down on his dick, holding it with one hand,

“Simon says….so Simon says… let me fuck you.”

Zoro’s eye went large again, Fuck. That was the whole point of the game.

For him to prove he can win anything.

But alas. From how you kissed the corner of his lips, down to his sweaty neck, and to his chest right before taking the first bounce atop of him, he for once didn’t seem to mind losing.

#TimikosZoro #one piece #black reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x female reader #one piece smut #zoro smut #zoro #zoro x y/n #zoro x black reader #one piece x black!reader #zoro x chubby reader #zoro x female reader #zoro headcanons #zoro hcs #zoro x you #op zoro

[raitonsfw]

There srsly needs to be more bby boy Nagito stuff, idk what's wrong with ppl 😭 I'm requesting Nagito with his s/o that were a couple before the neo world program, and once Monokuma announces the killing game, Nagito's sweet mommy s/o makes it clear that no one's laying a finger on him, getting very overprotective. During Nagito's hope rants, his s/o is just glaring at the classmates like "dammit y'all better listen to what my bf has to say". They/she also praises him a lot during investigations and for leading the class trials. 🤗

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 | 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚘

synopsis: The sun and the sea taunted you as the bear played with your downfall, but more detrimentally, your boyfriend who had offered himself up to the entire class with the extent of death knocking at his door. or; a rewritten chapter one of super danganronpa 2, with an insert of overprotective reader and slight baby boy nagito.

warnings: gn!reader and or fem!reader, spoilers for chapter 1 of sdr2, cursing, fits of despair, a crapload of hope references, a kiss with implied smut (nothing nsfw is explicitly written), nagito and reader are a couple, slight praising, affection, petnames (my love, angel, baby boy), reader would do anything for nagito, implied violence (the first victim), mentions of death, mentions of blood, primarily angst?, its not totally on brand with the request im so sorry!🥺

a/n: gave me a beautiful excuse to rewatch the entire first chapter of sdr2 (tysmmmm). i tried my best for the baby boy(ness) of it all, but my brain wasn’t working with me as i wrote so there’s only slight mentions. i didn't write past the second half of the trial because if i actually wrote in the blackened from chapter 1, the reader probably would’ve jumped over the trial stands to attack them for trying to hurt nagito. idk why i struggled so much, ugh but i promise promise promise i can write nagito better than this i swear. wc: 2.9k. m.list

now playing: moving up in the world by dagames

divider credit: @benkeibear & @firefly-graphics

The sun shone against the beach and you squinted at it in confusion. Another bad dream, you thought but then it all rushed back to you. It was something like a dizzy spell, the classroom you had been seemingly teleported out of felt surreal as you sat on the grains of sand surrounding you. You looked over to your right, your vision blurred and saw someone also laying next to you, unconscious and plastered on their side.

And then the pixelated green came into view as you blinked away the fuzziness, your heart nearly punching up to the base of your throat. You let out a disgruntled noise, crawling over towards him to see if he was breathing, ‘cause if he wasn’t– You couldn’t bear that thought, pushing it back within the crevices of your mind as you ran your palm over his arm.

“Nagito, Nagito!” You called out as you shook him gently from the rasps of the trance, hoping he’d respond. His chest rose and fell to your relief, and you studied the details of his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly agape but no noticeable scars or wounds stuck out to you and your heart fell back to normal with a steady pulse. You shook him again, this time a little more forceful, and he awoke with a start. His eyes shot open and he took in the picture before him, sitting up quickly. Nagito groaned quietly as the sun hit him directly in the eyes and he rubbed them carefully, trying to make sense of what had happened.

You saw his realization dawn on him. “Y/N.” 

Nagito immediately hugged you, much more tightly than he ever had before and you held onto him as he buried his hands into the wisps of your hair. He felt calm, the aura around him filling up the spaces in your confusion as he looked at you for the first time since the classroom. His grayish eyes clued in onto the mayhem they had encountered when the pink rabbit explained their future school trip. But what he couldn’t hide was his truth, the iniquity wedging itself in between his seams, the spiraling circles within his pupils, the hope that he so desperately craved on the tiny island. 

And you were to make sure he had all the hope he needed rushing through his veins, whatever it takes for your partner. 

When you two met each other’s eyes in the midst of the tiny classroom, you were both confused. It seemed as if you had forgotten things about the other, something in between but you couldn’t quite figure out what. All that came to you was the newfound love you had acquired for him, being as you had started dating him a few months before he was accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy. 

You tried to remember the missing piece but as he glanced at you, his mouth opening slightly, the doors slid open again and the last student made his way into the classroom. Your head had become totally muddled and as you moved on closer to Nagito, his mouth had been basically sewn shut with the presence of the new classmate. He was assessing the reality of the issue they were facing and you decided not to bother him, letting his mind wander. 

As the waves crashed against your ears in the background, you were faced with another revelation. That he was safe– here with you, that one instance made the whole weirdness much more easy to handle. 

“I’m sure everything’s okay.” Nagito assured, a kind smile resting against the frivolities of his demeanor.

“It’s just a school trip.” You nodded, agreeing with him. It was going to be okay. 

“A happy school trip full of hope.” 

“Wh-What just…happened…?” Nagito spoke in between the dead silence, the other students peering at each other with horrified looks. 

No one dared answer him, half of the students looked like they were about to faint. You included. 

The entirety of Jabberwock park had felt like death seeped in and took hold, the pained feeling sinking into the cracks of the sidewalk. Monokuma had just disappeared along with the Monobeasts hovering behind his tail and you felt the anguish of his despairing words weigh you down heavily, your heart threatened to burst as the thought of what the stuffed bear explained. 

You needed to protect him, the thought following closely as you remembered every single syllable of the rules Monokuma mentioned. You didn’t want to be murdered, your brain reeling with all the possibilities of what could happen. But more importantly– most importantly, you didn’t want Nagito to die. You were painfully aware of his self-depreciating tendencies and sometimes he scared you with quiet comments about death. 

“I guess I’ll offer myself up first if this is a killing game. Maybe we can find some hope in my death if we all work together in favor.” You heard Nagito announce with a wavering confidence and you snapped your neck towards him. 

Like that.

A staggered look spread on your face and you felt your cheeks become hot with anger. You couldn’t find your footsteps fast enough, your entire body moving into front of Nagito and you shielded your hands up. Hajime went to protest but you beat him to it, your mouth flying open. 

He was not fucking sacrificing himself in the name of hope. You cut that cord short, on second thought he had all the hope he needed at the moment.

“No one’s laying a finger on anyone, you hear me?!” You burst out, your annoyance through the roof. “Especially not Nagito. We can figure this out another way, we’re not sacrificing our friends. Don’t even think about it.” 

“We’re not going to kill, no one here’s like that.” Hajime interjected, albeit a bit hesitant. “We’re not sacrificing anyone.” 

“The fear that Monokuma instilled in everyone though...Hajime, are you positive someone won’t? At this point, it seems to be fully plausible that someone could potentially kill someone with the notion of that escape motive.” Byakuya spoke up and his words felt like a thousand bricks. 

He was right, that motive was extremely compelling. But it didn’t phase you in the slightest.

Everything you had was behind you, the white haired man leaning into your backside as you defended him. There was nothing for you at home, everyone just about had left you and you promised with a solemn word that you’d give your everything to Nagito. You tried not to be too mad at him, you understood the situation completely. He was just trying to help, even as fucking idiotic as his words seemed to be in that precise moment.

“Babe, it’s okay.” Nagito leaned down towards your ear, murmuring the pet name affectionately and you felt his hands rest against your shoulders. “I don’t mind being a stepping stone for hope.” 

You whipped your head around to face up at him, the insolence draining within your vocals as you spoke to him. “We’ll talk later.” You continued, towards the rest of your classmates. “If you so much as look at him the wrong way, the blackened will certainly be me. And I will get both of us off this island without so much as a hint of regret.” 

“It doesn’t work like that.” Mahiru stated. 

You didn’t care. Everyone looked uneasy, a great tension had begun to hover over you. If you had to be the bad guy in this situation so no one would touch your boy, it was worth it for them to be basically eying you like a mastermind. Hajime glanced at you as you nearly seethed your sentence, backing up into him as a way to protect him. “Do not touch him.” 

Without a second thought, you grabbed Nagito by the collar of his shirt and dragged him back towards the bridge to the cottages, his small frame bending down as you two walked. As you passed through the hotel gate, you let his shirt go with a sigh as you fully realized the scene you made. “I’m sorry, angel. I got too carried away again.” 

“No, it’s okay really! I was out of line.” He apologized with an awkward smile and you were taken aback by his confession. He straightened up, smoothing over his shirt with a quiet hum. “Someone will kill someone though and if it has to be me, I honestly don’t mind.” 

“Promise me you won’t start anything.” You made to say, ushering him inside of your cottage. He immediately beelined for the foot of your bed, sitting against it carefully as you closed the door behind you. You locked it and made to shut the blinds of the windows when you heard him flop onto the bed with a tired exhale. “Nagito?”

“I’m okay, just thinking.” He said with a sigh, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as you made your way to him. You sat next to him, crossing your leg over the other as you leaned one of your palms on his thigh. He glanced down at you, his eyebrows raising slightly as you gently patted it.

“No, seriously. Please don’t start anything.” You quietly said again. “I don’t want to lose you, you’re quite literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Nagito sat up, his shirt rucking down the pit of his tummy and you smiled at him as he leaned closer to you. His hair was a bit messy from the day and you tangled your other hand into it, smoothing it upwards. He hummed happily at the feeling, closing his eyes. “I’m happy that it’s you I’m trapped on an island with.” 

“And a bunch of other people.” You laughed quietly, intertwining his hand with yours against his thigh as you continued brushing his hair out with your fingers. “But yeah I’m glad too, baby boy.” 

You saw his face light up, a blush spreading across his face. You swore you felt his heartbeat quicken, the small pulses against your chest as you leaned into him to kiss him. He returned the gesture with another low hum, with much more oomph than usual. 

“You take such good care of me, Y/N.” He whispered against your lips, smiling into it. “What would I do without you?”

“You’re lucky to be alive, you know.” You wearily reminded him as you pulled away from him and his face dropped with the realization. You don’t know what Nagito had realized, maybe it was the subtle hint of his talent keeping him alive but you were not expecting his next words as they fell from his lips a bit too seriously.

“Promise me something if I do get murdered? Don’t find the culprit.”

You struggled to wrap your head around his words before a bubbly laugh escaped you, trying to lighten the situation. You moved to straddle his hips, trying to desperately shut up the plan that was herding in his mind. You looked down at him as he looked back up, his hands resting against the small of your back and you saw it– the spiraling, the mess of his unwanted trauma, a plot that he conjured up within the walk back towards the cottage. 

The killing game was a bonus. 

“What if the culprit’s me?” You asked, pushing him back onto the pillows and Nagito let out a quiet noise. “Surely, you wouldn’t want me to die?”

“I would gladly die by my lover’s hands.” 

The pitch black clouded your eyes and you let out a quiet yelp. You didn’t know what was going on, why did the lights go out during the party? A few loud shouts surrounded the room and you closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of everyone panicking. You huddled yourself against the wall, practically tripping over the cord connected against the wall and you felt it lift up slightly as you sat there on the ground.

Where was Nagito? A minute ago he had been next to you and Hajime but when you had fumbled for his hand when the lights went out, it wasn’t there in reach.

The lights came on with a blinding shine to them and you immediately scanned the area for Nagito. He had fallen near the back table and he glanced towards you with a panicked expression. His name fell from your lips quietly as everyone else gasped at Mikan, but you didn’t care to react to whatever had happened in the middle of the room. You rushed over to where Nagito sat, clearly in a daze and you helped him up quickly. “Are you okay? Did you trip?” 

“I did, yeah.” You dusted off the backs of his thighs for him, checking for any scraps and bruises. He hugged his jacket over himself and bit, his cheeks blushing red as you finished up and you planted a small kiss on his face. “T-Thank you, Y/N.”

You had to make sure he was alright, there was no telling what had happened during that blackout. Someone could’ve brought in poison and tainted a weapon with it, though you weren’t quite sure how it would’ve made the pat down as Byakuya had checked everyone thoroughly. But still if there was so much as a scratch on Nagito, the entire world was going to burn with you.

A stench of blood had perforated your sense of smell and you were just about to double check your partner’s clothing again before Hajime flipped up the tablecloth that had laid stagnant against the back table, revealing the first kill of the game that taunted your demise.

The investigation began not long after the screams died down, the remnants of sniffles and sobs overtaking the hallway. You walked around aimlessly with Nagito, trying to get information out of your classmates but there was no luck for the both of you. Ironic huh.

“Hey, Hajime. Can Y/N and I join you for the investigation?” Nagito asked as he spotted Hajime opening the door to the crime scene again, having just finished speaking with Sonia. “I think it would be easier for us to talk in groups rather than one on one.” 

“So smart, my love.” You murmured out loud, which made Nagito immediately take your hand as Hajime muttered out a ‘sure, just don’t get in the way.’ You squeezed his hand as you felt the sweat on his palm, trying to reassure him internally that everything is okay. He was probably just spooked that he had predicted the killing, how could he have known? 

And how could you have known Nagito’s motive? 

As everyone stood around the poisoned circle, you folded your arms across your chest. Stationed next to Mahiru and Hajime, you peered in front of you. Nagito was a ways away from the cursed podiums that had you cornered in truths and interjections, standing in between Ibuki and Mikan with dignified silence.

As the trial went on, he didn’t speak much and he certainly didn’t pass up the chance to eye you up from the distance as you stated your case when you were suspected because of your outburst. As you scrambled for an opening, something to show for accountability, Nagito spoke for you. 

“We’re all friends, aren't we?” He laughed it off, the tone switching and you almost applauded his efforts to help you. “We don’t even have any clues to go off of, not a single one. Let’s just give up, we wouldn’t want to waste Monokuma’s time.”

So you want us to die? You couldn’t exactly argue with him now, his plan revealing itself to you. A thick band of trust snapped against you, he had broken it. But you saw the hope rushing through his veins, the pure bliss you had managed to capture from the corner of your eye, the despair that battled his hope swirling in them– and you made your decision right then and there. If you insist. If it means we die together, Nagito Komaeda.

“No, he’s right! Listen to Nagito here, let’s just give up.” You advocated, the reasonings blurting from your mouth faster than you could speak. As you looked around the room with confidence practically pouring out of you, you caught everyone hurriedly agreeing with Nagito. You shouldn’t be so presumptuous but it was the truth, after all. There wasn’t a fucking thing anyone could say or do, the clues had been wrapped up by the killer, swept underneath the rug that had been laid out in its foyer.

That’s wrong, I think.” Chiaki piped up, downcasted but a willingness snagged in her voice. “There are clues.”

Nagito’s eyebrows furrowed and you shot a look at Chiaki, glaring at her with suspicion. What did she mean by that, huh? “There aren’t any clues. We investigated the entire building, searched every crevice, every single piece of evidence–” You started, nearly spiraling yourself. There was no way there was a clue, because if there was…

“The desk lamp.” 

“Desk lamp? That’s impossible, Hajime. How would that be a clue?” You argued, but he had already proved you wrong. 

“Nagito… It was you, wasn’t it?” 

“M-Me?” Nagito almost stepped off the podium, just barely catching himself as he lunged for the center. It was surely just a coincidence you found him next to the blood splattered table, the lamp cord tangled up against his ankle. A coincidence? No, he didn’t kill anyone. He simply meddled with the killer, sparking interest–perhaps fear into them. You looked over at Nagito, noticing the way his hand trembled against his chest.

Then your boy burst into a fit of laughter. It was going to take a lot to protect him now.

Whatever it takes, my love.

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[jaetyun]

How different boys planet trainees would ask you on a date; a thread!

sung hanbin, gunwook, ricky, taerae, hong hai, keita & gyuvin x gn!reader (all separately) (established friendships with all of them)

genre: tooth rotting fluff, implied school au with hai and gyuvin

wc: 2.4k

a/n: for my friends lani yen and lulu 🫶

Park Gunwook

swore he was a rizz god

not that he was overcompensating, gunwook was just a confident man!

“im an attractive guy! i dont see why i wouldnt have a shot?”

that was, until he met you

the reality was.. he was anything but a rizzler 💀

giggling like a schoolgirl at a joke you had made, gunwook covered his mouth and quickly cleared his throat. he was not gonna give himself away! in his head, the stone face could come off cool and mysterious. like, he was imagining your very inner monologue! ‘woah! this guys different.. he doesn’t laugh easily. i wonder what he finds funny… i wanna kiss him right at this moment!’ yup! that was definitely you and surely *not* his own thoughts. just to really sell his tough guy-sona, gunwook knew he had to make eye contact. intimidation worked on his dog, why wouldnt it work on people too! although.. he didn’t remember his dogs eyes being this mesmerizing…

“gunwook! are you even listening??”

“i would love to.”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, causing gunwook to snap back to reality. he sheepishly smiled, blinking a couple times before laughing.

“sorry i-“

“you’d love to what??”

gunwook laughed. not the ‘😭😭’ or the ‘😂’ laugh, the ‘ha.ha.ha’ laugh. he waved his hand, clicking his tongue while trying to think of a bluff. not like that! he would not love to take you on a date and most definitely would not love to date you! so why couldnt he say that out loud?? his mouth seemed to betray him, coughing out pathetically, “ha! what do you… how.. youre.. are you free this friday?”

You chuckled, a sound that melted his heart and any remaining tough-sona left in him. dammit! where did he go wrong? gunwook swore his intimidation was foolproof! still, he couldnt help but shyly bat his eyelashes as you responded to his simple request.

“id love to.”

Ricky Shen

ricky doesn’t strike me as someone who’d make the first move

“i dont chase, i attract” sort of mentality

it usually worked out for him

that was.. until he saw you getting too close to someone else

you barely made it around the corner before being jumpscared by the tall blonde, who was leaning against the wall waiting for you. his eyes practically burned with envy when you appeared in his view next to them

he frowned, looking at you and simply ignoring their existence. “you ready?”

“for..?” you tilted your head in confusion, giving him a slight side eye.

“Our date.” ricky frowned, no hint of sarcasm in his voice. this only proved to confuse you more, giving a couple of hard blinks before being dragging along by the taller male. you quickly waved bye to your friend, whisper-yelling at ricky once you were down the hallway.

“are you serious right now?!” you yanked your hand away, making him stop. he turned around, still looking as stoic as ever. ricky nodded, pulling out his card.

“a steakhouse or italian?”

Sung Hanbin

a very romantic man

wants everything to be perfect. you already know he bought a box of chocolates and everything

“so what if its cheesy? its sweet!”

he had valentine’s day marked on his calendar, hyping himself up with each day be crossed off leading up to it.

hanbin gulped, nervously fidgeting with the gifts he bad bought you. you already had a foot out of the electric doors of the building he was waiting at the entrance of. your eyes lit up seeing him, awkwardly waving while walking up to the boy.

“hey!”

“hanbin! whatre doing here? are these.. for me?” you look up at him curiously, eyes softening upon seeing his exicted smile. hanbin was quick to nod, handing you the flowers. then the chocolates. then a teddy bear. then the bag of candles and bathbomb. than the valentines card he handmade. all you could do was shake your head in shock. “you didn’t have to..”

“but i wanted to!” and its true! hanbin had spent so much time and energy into trying to make everything perfect that he came across overbearing. you had gotten used to it with his absurd amount of gift giving, bit even this left you in awe. he resembled a puppy, his imaginary tail wagging excitedly.

the sight was something you couldnt help but shyly chuckle at. “well thank you. happy valentines” hanbin.. hadn’t planned this far. his brain was sent into overdrive trying to find an appropriate segway to pop the question. he found himself opening his mouth, but not words coming out.

you tilt your head at hanbin, waiting to see what else he has in store. knowing himself, he was surprised he didn’t end up buying all of korea just for you. he awkwardly held out his hand, gesturing for you to take it (how he thought you would with your arms filled, youre not quite sure)

“shall we?”

Terazono Keita

doesn’t hesitate

“what good would stalling do?”

such straightforward thinking

“if you like me, you like me! if you dont, you dont”

he never second guessed his philosophy until he met you

keita shook his head in disbelief, shoving the singular flower he had bought into his friends face. “what do you mean? i thought you couldnt go wrong with flowers??”

zhang hao smiled condescendingly, pointing at the shriveled petals. “not when you had them for *weeks* now and never had the guts to actually use them” he responded flatly. keita clicked his tongue, mumbling “everyone finds them romantic hao…”

“i dont find a half wilted daisy very charming” keitas head was already ready to retort, but he quickly hushed hao away once he saw you walking towards their direction. he smiled, his personality flipping a switch as he met you in the middle.

“oh! keita, here’s that cd you let me borrow“

“nah, keep it.” he hummed, quickly shoving the white daisy in his back pocket. keita was sure hed come around to giving it to you next time! just like the last 5 times..

your eyes beamed, your grip on the plastic softly tightening. “..really??” keita nodded, taking in account your excitement. “what, do you like that band?” your pupils were practically sparkling, nodding wordlessly.

“not like. *love*” jackpot! fuck the flowers, keita had a new plan.

“well y’know.. they’re coming around town next month.” he shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

“deadass??”

“ill buy a ticket if you do”

you laughed, nodding along in agreement. “alright, sure! tell me which seat you get so i can be next to you”

“okay, why dont we talk it out over dinner?” you were left unable to resist his not-so-hidden advances. his cheesy 😎 expression had you giggling like a child. “you bet. should i wait for you?”

he waved you off, shaking his head quickly. “ill catch up with you.” after you exchanged thumbs ups and you had vanished, keita turned around to zhang hao with a giddy smile.

“am i smooth or what???”

hao sarcastically clapped

“only took you 6 tries”

Kim Gyuvin

so thoughtful and organized

“i spend too much time thinking about you to not be this thorough!”

and thorough he is

has a backup plan for his backup plan

now he just needs to courage to actually do it

gyuvin mumbled under his breath the speech he has rehearsed for when you left class. he nodded once satisfied, proud of the script he had memorized. that night the boy had created a chart of every scenario and outcome depending on what you’d respond with. once he felt satisfied, gyuvin wrote all the answers and cue words onto his hand with some pen. even with all his planning, he still feeling those butterflies as hard as ever watching you leave your classroom.

“you know that bowling alley that opened up recently?”

“why, wanna go together?”

“oh it’s just down by- what?”

this was NOT a scenario he had memorized, and gyuvin quickly glanced to his hand to see what he should say.

“i asked if you wanted to go to the bowling alley with me.”

gyuvin hadn’t found his answer in time, and decided to just wing it.

“oh! umm, it’s just-“

alright winging it over. his brain seemed to turn to mush in your presence and without a guide he’d honestly end up scaring you away. what he *didnt* expect was you scaring him away instead.

you gently grabbed his wrist, pulling it closer to you to read what was on his palm. “what is this?” he quickly yanked his hand away in embarrassment, shoving it in his pocket. “oh y’know! just uh.. to help me on a test next period.. ?”

“i didn’t know your test had my name on it.” you chuckled at him, seemingly very amused at his now completely flushed cheeks. not only did he have your name written about a thousand times, he put hearts around each one. gyuvin opened his mouth to respond, but words seemed to fail him. you put a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality a bit.

“gyu. you never answered my first question.”

“what is it?”

“do you. want to. go to the bowling alley. together?”

Dang Hong Hai

so shy

like please save him

he’ll talk about every little interaction while twirling his hair

“i borrowed a pencil!!” “… a pencil?”

fails to actually be able to speak to you though

hai had always been awkward when talking to you, so it was no surprise when you waved to him in the hallway he said nothing. it was also not a surprise when he never mentioned it later in class. what *was* a surprise was seeing him talking with a friend at the end of the hallway, resting against the locker nonchalantly. the nerve of that guy! and he didn’t even seem to notice your waving. you’re not sure why he suddenly switched up, but you’re gonna get answers out of him.

the answer you were not expecting is walking up to them and hearing your very name come out of his mouth. “we’re basically friends now!”

“really? arent you using the term too broadly here.”

“no i swear! we even wave to each other in the hallway now!” he cheered, seeming to gush at the idea. his friend pretended to be shocked, dramatically putting a hand over his mouth.

“woah, we’re taking big steps here. from pencils to waving?? might as well be official”

hai frowned, shaking his head. “i’m telling you all that’s left is asking for the insta!”

“you downloaded insta just for-“

“what??” that’s all you could say, caught completely off guard by their conversation. honghais mouth fell open, slowly turning to you with a :0 expression. “how much of that did you hear…?”

you looked between him and his friend, then him and his friend, back and forth back and forth.

honghais face was completely pink, burying his face into his hands. there was a moment of silence between you two.. both at a loss for words on what to say.

“i’m *so* sorry! i just-“

“you could’ve just asked..” you mumbled, pulling out a paper and quickly writing something down.

“please just- forget this! again i’m so-“ you placed the paper against his chest, waving to him before turning around and walking to class.

“well, you fumbled.” hai quickly hit his friends chest, looking at the paper in a panic.

on it laid your insta and number with a smiley face.

“let’s hang out :)”

Kim Taerae

always wondering how you won’t pick up on his flirting

the flirting in question: sending you tiktoks he finds funny

one of his usuals is making songs for you and having you tell him what you think

at this point, he wants to get straight to the point and finally pop the question. his method of choice is through song like always

the two of you had picked a spot to hang out together, to let taerae “show a new song he’s been working on” for the most part it was true! and you had never questioned his intention for the serenades, chalking it up to ‘he liked the genre!’

taerae began the rhythm, humming along to the guitar he began to play. you nodded along, closing your eyes to truly listen to the music. the lyrics were a lot more direct then normal, straight up sounding like a cheesy love confession. when you heard the strings no longer make a noise, you opener you eyes and began clapping.

“your lyricism is improving! it’s a lot more poetic this time!” you noted, earning a chuckle from the boy.

“are you curious why it’s better?”

you shrugged. “i guess. what is it?”

“this time i had someone in mind~” he gives you a look, one that screaming there’s more questions he was begging you to ask.

“is that right? who’s the lucky one” you entertained, resting your hand on the palm of your hand. your elbow rested on your knee, giving taerae your utter attention.

“guess.”

you jokingly started to look around you two, examining everyone else walking around the park. squinting, you pretending to consider some options in the crowd, only to turn back to him with a cheeky grin. one last glance from the left and right, you landed on one last option. you slowly raised your head out of your palm, pointing to yourself with only half sincerity. taerae shyly nodded, giving you all the confirmation you needed without saying a single word being exchanged between you two.

“seriously?” you pointed at yourself with more emphasis, and he softly laughed before pointing to you as well. you both continued to feed each other giggles, seeming to telepathically communicate. you finally cleared your throat, trying to silence all the leftover snickers. “well? what’re trying to say mr. singer?”

taerae straightened his back, running his hand through all the strings of his guitar before saying in a sing-songy voice (that did not go with the riff at all) “will you go out with me? ♪”

you began to cackle, clapping in laughter at his cute nature. you pretended to ponder the question, tapping your chin with an index finger. “sorry what was that? i didn’t quite catch it.”

“will you go out with me? ♪”

you leaned over to him, plucking a random string and mimicking his singing.

“yes i will ♪”

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[ackerifle]

Yandere Levi finding out reader is pregnant by another man

a word with you!

yan. no regrets levi ackerman x fem prostitute. reader

+ CW. — harassment, coercion, delusional behavior, kidnapping, confessions of murder, threats of domestic violence/abuse, implied: slight past age-gap relationship, baby-trapping; darling’s pseudonym is galatea; not proof-read.

it was simply too good to be true, you had known it then, and you know it now. but wishful thinking and desperation will do terrible things to good people, no soul would willingly continue living in the underground should they find themselves with any better alternative. at a constant risk of disease and decay, mother nature’s evident distaste for her children dwelling beneath the surface, careless to the living that remained untouched by the sun. abandoned by its creators in favor of more ‘pressing matters,’ the people left relinquished in a forgotten city of ruins had fallen on hard times, people like yourself.

and thus, you had found yourself in quite the predicament. although nothing in your life had ever come particularly easy, and this once, just this once, you could manage all on your own. there was no shame in working in a brothel, not when the people around you were often worse off than yourself, and pride was a small price to pay for simply surviving. it was only once you had first bared witness to the frequent deaths of the other prostitutes had you ever come to the realization that the madam must have really favored you a lot— to clean you, to clothe you, to feed you, to care for you; to keep you. but the state of affairs in the underground have since changed from the time of your youth, you’ve changed. you wanted out, and you were not immune to making grave sacrifices for what you wanted.

you’ve encountered and met many clients in your time, men and women alike, and it is rare for new faces to draw your attention. but as of late, there has been one. a soldier from the surface, a military police member who seemed far too young to be venturing below the safety and security of the royal capital by himself, and far too naïve to be falling absolutely head over heels for some prostitute who only offers an hour and faux moans in return. it almost tugs at your heartstrings, almost. he isn’t as innocent as he looks, and you are reminded why terrible things happen to good people. he had held citizenship over your head since the moment he met you, through legal marriage, and one simple request: that you give him a child. after all, who was a man of his merit to invest such a scrupulous amount of time into a common whore without the reassurance she won’t leave him right away?

so you do, allowing him to touch and hold you in a way your other clients could only dream of. to whisper sweet nothings in your ear about your future together, because admittedly, you too are thinking the same thing. thinking about your future, but you find that there is nothing romantic about it. and perhaps the worst of it all, he hasn’t come back for you.

laying down on your tarnished bed of tattered sheets and thin blankets, you stare aimlessly at the darkened ceiling. without thought and without interest, it has been weeks, maybe months, and you think you’ve truly fallen ill, “dammit, i knew i shouldn't've let that prestigious prick back in here.” forever grateful and beholden to the brothel keeper, she continues to tend to your needs, even now.

“look at you. so sad, little girl.” the madam coos apathetically, but her actions say otherwise. a gentle hand checks your temperature, brushing aside any loose strands of hair with the swipe of her thumb. her frown only deepens when she just barely pushes your head back, met with complete compliance as your head tilts further into the pillow from even the slightest of movements. somehow, you’re still so tired and still so restless, “i’m sorry.”

she’s upset with you. she’s been upset with you ever since you’d been involved with that shady scumbag, but truthfully the madam is more upset with herself. and she wants to ask why you of all people are apologizing, but she doesn’t, “i’m sorry too.” there is more she yearns to say, her mouth is still open, as if to somehow keep you responsive in this one-sided conversation, but nothing comes out. and it’s too late when there are three loud and concise knocks banging on the door downstairs.

the madam is quick to pry a worried hand from your unresponsive body, storming towards the exit of the oppressive room, but not without taking a curious glance in your direction. her remorse does not last long, as she shuts the door with a shove, but is intentional in not forcing it too hard. and you are left alone. swallowing dryly, your eyes dart around the room, and you wonder just how intense that person must have been hounding at the door for both you and the madam to hear it from a story above. but that was no matter, it was already noisy in the brothel, the walls were thin because peace and quiet was no luxury anyone living there could afford; and who knows how many women you shared the small space with. and surprisingly, it benefitted you greatly to be sick, as the madam refused to work you; and you’d known girls who worked during pregnancy, it never did end well for them.

deafening commotion could be heard ringing throughout the brothel, to the point it had felt as if the walls were shaking and the building was caving in. you chalked it up to hysterical figments of your imagination, that the floorboards beneath your bed weren’t vibrating, and that the sound of a panicked woman and determined man arguing with one another weren’t getting closer, “sir! galatea isn’t well, she’s not seeing anyone right now!”

“i don’t give a shit, lady. i know name is still here, she hasn’t left this fucking whorehouse in a month.” it pains you that you recognize this voice, and it isn’t the one you want to hear.

brazenly, the door is reopened with much more ferocity and wrath than it had initially been closed with, and it startles you. despite anticipating a confrontation as the verbal fight had neared your room, it comes as a surprise when the door nearly breaks free from its hinges, revealing an all too familiar black haired man. he looks awful in the dour lighting, and he adorned a uniform that haunted your very soul. a lesser version of what the military police had dressed in, lacking the coat with their respective symbol, it was the odm gear that struck you odd. eyes averting, you had noticed madam — who was standing behind him, with a languid arm extended towards his figure as if to grab him — was somehow much worse for wear as she had a dramatic hand over her heart as she caught her breath.

you regret not locking the door, but then again, that has never stopped levi from doing what he wants. he calls to you only by your name, and your spine crawls. whipping his head around, the hand levi had placed over the hilt of one of the unsheathed blades draws it from the holder, and he wastes no time in threatening the madam. it only takes the sight of the sharpened edge looming dangerously close to her neck for you to yell at her to get out. she hesitates, and you know why, the madam has failed to protect you countless times from levi, but this will be the time it counts, and she knows it too. but the downright malicious glare levi sends her way has her halted in her steps, and she makes no effort to stop levi as he enters the room and places a deceivingly quiet palm flat on the door, all whilst maintaining eye contact with her, before he slams the door behind him.

you set your hand on the bed, forcing yourself to sit up as levi stomps his way over to you. and the closer he gets, the more uncharacteristically messy you realize his clothes are. the white shirt he so often wears is not clean, it’s rather dirty in all honesty, sullied with what appears to be sidestreet grime and dross filth. his boots are muddy, dragging in sludge and black water that hadn’t already been scraped off at the doorstep and staircase. but perhaps what was the most disturbing were the stains of blood on his gear, ranging from inconspicuous flecks to big streaks that were likely still wet. levi must’ve noticed your perturbed observation, because when he finally finds himself standing before you, he bends down and grabs your jaw in his hand, roughly squeezing your face, and leaning down until your noses are just barely touching.

“i leave you alone for a month, and you let some piece of shit from the mp’s knock you up?” it’s his eyes that are the scariest, more than his strength, and you crumble underneath his scrutinizing gaze. your retaliation is much more timid than you intend it to be, as if you were guilty and confessing your sins. sins of disloyalty to a man you aren’t even with in the first place, “you can’t expect me to want to stay here, i saw a way out, and i was going to take it.”

it doesn’t cross your mind to question how he knows all of this. you’ve simply accepted it as fact that you will never experience true privacy after meeting levi. in retrospect, it’s ludicrous that you’re even explaining yourself to him, but you are and it’s not helping your case, “and how did that work out for you?” levi spits venomously, violently shaking your head side to side in his grasp until your eyes were rattling in your skull. levi only lets go to prop his foot up onto the side of the bed.

instinctively, you lean away from his knee, which is almost parallel to your head, setting your hand on his calf in an attempt to direct his body away from yours. levi places the blade he had refused to release from his grip back into the metal box it belonged in, dropping his leg to the ground and hoisting you up by your shoulders, “groveling at the feet of those pigs, you’ve become real pathetic, haven’t you?” you want to defend yourself, to call him a hypocrite, to call him pathetic for harassing someone like you that was undeserving of his badgering.

“how did you even know he was a soldier?” deflecting the topic from yourself to your genuine concerns, you go limp in his arms as levi twirls you around the room until he’s satisfied with your placement. positioning you in front of the windows, leaning slightly on the stool as he pushed you backwards until you could feel the cold glass frame through your nightgown. levi slovenly flicks the sash lock, holding onto the lift and pushing the window up, “where do you think i got all of this from?” you didn’t need any clarification to know that levi was referring to his equipment.

your chest tightens, constricting your airway as you stop breathing altogether to attain perfect stillness. you only look at him with vacant eyes, and it becomes too much when he doesn’t elaborate any further, “what did you do, levi?” he sticks his head through the window, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the top rail, and peering down at the ‘city,’ below. it isn’t as if he needed to, there wasn’t anyone on the streets. when levi pulls himself back into the room, he slings an arm around your hips to bring you closer, “what do you think i did? the man’s dead, do i have to spell it out for you?”

the prickling sensation underneath your skin erupts in waves across your entire body. you were no stranger to the realities of what went on around you, the hushed rumors of what men and women who had the will to do what they wanted to others simply because they were capable, and not out of survival necessity, “you’re sick, what is wrong with you?”

“call it what you want, but he has nothing for you. you want to leave the underground? hmph, well don’t we all?” levi mocks contemptuously, tightening his hold when he feels you threaten to slip away in the slightest. he moves you around like a rag doll by the sides of your body, until you're in front of him. levi closes the little space that was left between you, until you’re forced to grab onto him for support, seeing that straining your wrists to secure yourself by the windowsill was becoming too painful, “we can go wherever you want, but you won’t be going anywhere without me.”

suddenly, levi veers down. his body collapsing onto yours until you’re nearly halfway out of the window, and he, looming over you, “oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” you repeat, blood rushing to your head as you try to prevent your upper half from being upside down and being taken by gravity completely. levi guides your arms around his neck, loosely as you refuse to acknowledge you’re even embracing him in the first place, but your fear of falling surpasses your personal grudges. and in one swift motion, levi thrusts the rest of your body out of the window, and he follow suits mere seconds afterward. and you scream, as loud as humanly possible.

levi’s body never leaves yours, and you’re uncertain as to whether it’s because you won’t allow it, or because he won’t allow it. either way, the detach hold you had on his neck fastened into a tight chokehold the moment you had felt yourself even remotely lean back any further. the landing is much smoother than you anticipated, levi doesn’t let you touch the ground before he does. and if you hadn’t shut your eyes, or buried your face into the crook of his neck, you may have gotten to witness the vertical maneuvering equipment in action; what used to be a dream for you, to leave with it, but you could kiss those fantasies goodbye now that they found themselves in the hands of levi. and he’s cautious, all too cautious with you.

you’re trembling like a leaf, and he thinks that if he lets go of you, you’ll fall to the ground, “don’t think you haven’t pissed me off, now. there’s a million things i ought to do to you after getting with that sorry excuse of a man.” levi rests a warning hand on your shoulder, loutishly hauling you towards him until you just about trip over your feet. he makes sure you’re aware of the desolate area that surrounds you two; and it becomes increasingly obvious that no one would come to intervene. if not by your shrieking, then never. levi tilts his head with an unimpressed frown, “you’re lucky you’re pregnant with our kid, because i won’t even be half as merciful once they’re born.”

#ackerifle #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere aot x reader #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader

[lokiusly]

Analysis: The track in Loki S2E6 (at 45:25) begins with Mobius telling B-15 “They need you in there”.

She asks him if he’s scared to leave the TVA and being out in the real world to which he replies, “Yes.”

His feet scuff the word, “Time”, from the TVA floor plaque. Good riddance. Or perhaps, a thank you.

A turning of the page.

We see the TVA War Room filled with employees, a stark contrast to before, when it was only a few employees who were allowed to be in there— this shows that B-15 achieved her glorious purpose, as did the TVA and its employees.

OB beams with pride at his newly written TVA handbook. His glorious purpose is to live out the sci-fi fantasy book that his timeline self always wrote about. Maybe one day his timeline self will be able to be a successful author too.

Of course, this song is bittersweet…

Ravonna wakes up at the Void, alone, and has to face the consequences of choosing power over love, which is what ultimately led to her downfall. She doesn’t realize that a pruned TVA plaque is at her feet. It’s assumed that she meets Alioth, destroyer of time— or maybe someone else who will get her out of there. She puts on a brave face.

Victor Timely, we assume has had his timeline restored. His younger self never receives the TVA handbook. He can be considered a sleeper agent. Or, a man who will only ever dream of power. He might not get it, but at least he will still have love of discovery and his humanity.

The score stops when Don (timeline Mobius) is in the frame with his kids. Mobius watches them.

The stopping of the score can mean two things. Someone (Loki) is listening. Or, this is not Mobius’ glorious purpose— it’s the absence of it. Maybe it’s both.

Sylvie is there too. Mobius asks her, “Where will you go?” She’s off, in search of free will. Glorious purpose.

This scenes show us the aftermath of Loki’s sacrifice and uses the track to guide us.

The track is called “Purpose Is Glorious.” Meaning, the purpose is in fact glorious. Duh.

But that contradicts what S1 Mobius says to S2 Loki and the advice that Loki takes to heart.

“Most purpose is more burden than glory. And trust me, you never wanna be the guy who avoids it ‘cause you can’t live with the burden.”

Implying, Mobius refused his glorious purpose as a TVA agent and now he lived with the consequences.

We are to believe that Loki’s glorious purpose is more of a burden than a glory. And even his sad glazed eyes at the end shows us this too. He’s not happy to be there per se…

But it is Loki’s glorious purpose. And it’s a burden. But, this is the god who spent centuries trying to find a way. And had they known earlier that there was only one way, they would’ve done it first thing.

This was always Loki’s glorious purpose. And it sucked and it wasn’t fair but dammit, the love they had for Mobius and the others made it glorious.

Everyone would get to live, Mobius would get a second chance.

And there was so much glory in that. Because Loki’s friends would never be a burden.

Mobius could never be a burden.

Mobius was the most glorious purpose anyone could ask for. And he belonged to Loki.

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Into It [werewolf!Frankie x f!reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: Frankie is a werewolf (but not really), corn maze, jump scares, Benny is a clown in more ways than one (and a bit of an arse tbh), public sex, unprotected piv sex, Frankie has a knot on his dick and believe you me it goes inside you, you like it rough, dirty talk, a bit of praise (him to her), creampie, implied cum eating and cunnilingus.

Summary: You are lost in a corn maze where ghosts and ghouls roam, and you are being chased by a werewolf named Frankie...

Words: 3,489

The moon hangs low and when a few clouds obscure it, your eyes strain to see the path before you. The wind sweeps through the corn stalks, and the hushed rustling of the leaves makes the small hairs at the back of your neck stand. It's so quiet, apart from that faint sound, but you know that you're not alone, you've seen the glowing eyes and dark shapes, heard the quick footsteps disappear around a corner.

Getting into this corn maze was a bad idea, you knew it from the start. What harm would it do, you had thought. All the harm, you now realize. You could die here. You could get jumped, you could...

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when a caped figure appears before you and stares at you through the dark, before dismissing you and slipping away in another direction. Your red cape isn't warm enough, and you suddenly feel chilled to the bone. You want to go home, away from all this danger, get warm and comfortable and not lost in a goddamn corn maze, like you are now. Screams behind you put you on edge, and two witches run past, cackling like maniacs. Witches are nothing to be afraid of: you know there are worse things in here. You follow the witches, but by the time you turn the same corner, they're already gone. More screaming is heard in the distance, chilling screams of fear. You walk faster, almost start jogging, turning a corner and finding it a dead end. A howl close by sends chills down your spine.

Huge, clawed paws land on your waist, a low growl reverberates into your core. You yelp as you get pulled against the wide frame of a werewolf.

"Roarr, I'm going to eat you!"

You break into relieved laughter. "Dammit Frankie!"

Turning around, you see the werewolf with its latex sneer take off its head, revealing a cheekily smiling Frankie with tousled hair underneath.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, but those plastic claws are going to rip my dress!"

He wraps one arm around you, the dark grey fur of his wolf costume warming you immediately.

"Oh, this dress is going to be ripped tonight..."

Unabashedly, he gazes into your cleavage as his paw slides down to your ass. You roll your eyes.

"Slutty Little Red Riding Hood, how tacky isn't that?"

"Terrible tacky," Frankie replies in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms that he is incredibly happy with your mini dress with plunging neckline and short, ruffled skirt. The bodice, laced tightly to push your tits up even more, and thigh high stockings crown your outfit, and Frankie couldn't be happier.

"It's a good thing I'm in this lumpy costume," he murmurs against your cheek. "I'm so hard right now, if anyone saw, they'd think I was a perv."

"You are a perv," you tease him, "but you're my perv."

"Excuse me, Miss Hood," he rumbles, now nipping at your earlobe. "I seem to remember that the conversation about our plans for tonight went in a way that actually points you out as the perv."

You just scoff, then turn your head to allow him access to your neck. He scatters little kisses and love bites all over your skin, pausing only to grunt and curse when you find his stiff shaft and rub it through the tight front of his jeans.

"Little girl," he hisses, "Let's go find grandma's house."

"You don't want me to suck your big bad cock right here...?" you suggest leerily, and Frankie exhales in a hushed Fuck.

"We'll be seen."

"We could find a dark corner."

"Jesus..." His paw caresses the roundness of your buttock, coming to a rest just where you ass meets your thighs, pushing you into him.

"We don't have to - " you start, sensing his hesitation. Frankie may be a beast in bed, but that's in the comfort and privacy of your own home. Laughing and screaming in the distance underscores how public this place is.

"Let's do it," he rules, and you both turn around to try and find a secluded enough spot.

A wild-eyed Pennywise jumps out right in front of you, screeching in a way that shouldn't be humanly possible. You scream, startled and scared at the sudden attack, your blood going ice cold for a moment, panic rising when the clown grabs your arm.

"Knock it the fuck off, Benjamin!"

Frankie shoves the clown away, and it starts to laugh.

"Oh my God, your face!"

You're still shaking, but fear is slowly being replaced by rage.

"Benny, you asshole! You know I hate jump scares and clowns!"

"That's why it worked so well!"

"Not cool," Frankie growls, pulling you into him as if to protect you. "Let's go, baby."

"I'm sorry!" Benny shouts after you when you walk away. Your legs are a little wobbly, but Frankie's warm, secure presence makes you feel better.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got startled," you reassure him. "It's fine."

"I'll have a talk with him tomorrow. He's too drunk right now."

"You really don't need to, let's just forget about it."

A few monsters and ghouls run past, but now it all feels like adults in costumes to you. A shudder runs through you, and Frankie stops to kiss your head.

"You wanna just get out of this maze, have a mug of hot cider, and then leave?" he suggests. Truth be told, that's an attractive suggestion. You don't feel like blowing him in public anymore.

"That sounds perfect."

Frankie, with his military training, seems to have a mental map of the maze, because he leads you with confidence out of the maze like he's walked it a hundred times before. Just as you exit, you pass by Santi who looks like an East European nobleman, his fake vampire teeth grazing the neck of a young brunette dressed as a slutty Harry Potter character.

The cider warms you up and calms your nerves, and by the time you've finished your mug, you're feeling up for erotic adventures again.

"Can we leave?" you ask Frankie as soon as the mug is empty.

"Home?"

"To our spot."

"Oh. You still wanna - "

"I do."

His velvety gaze rests heavily on your skin when he leads you to his truck.

"Our spot" is outside of town. Off the highway, along a smaller country road, then off on a narrow dirt road with grass growing between the tire tracks. There are fields all around, and smack in the middle of them is a small hill with a huge, old oak. A distant cousin of Frankie’s owns the surrounding fields, and they don't mind you using the land. You and Frankie often come here in the summer when the oak provides shelter from the sun. You've been here in the fall, too, stargazing from the bed of Frankie's truck.

And now you're here to fulfill a fantasy.

Frankie has prepared the truck with blankets and pillows, and even a small string of fairy lights. He's still in his werewolf costume, the paws and head are off, but his torso is still covered by fake fur and a half-torn plaid. As he rolls out the bedding, you walk to the oak to find the carving he put in its bark the first time you came here. You find it immediately, having seen it countless times before. Your initials inside a heart, simple and sappy. You trace the letters with your index finger, and you hear a low growl behind you, so you turn around.

Werewolf Frankie is standing by the truck, eyes fixed on you. Your heart skips a beat when he crouches a little and starts towards you.

"No," you whisper, moving around the trunk of the tree, trying to keep it between the two of you. Frankie, however, is quicker on his feet, and with just a few long leaps, he reaches you and has you caged against the tree.

"Smells good," he grunts, catching your wrists and trapping them against the bark above your head. "Pretty and sweet..."

He nuzzles your neck, the latex nose cold on your skin in the October night air.

"Please," you breathe, and his large paw runs down your leg and settles over your sex. You buck against him, making him chuckle.

"Needy, pretty thing..." His voice, muffled by the mask, has dropped one octave and is delightfully raspy.

He pushes up against you, letting you feel his hardening cock. Your arousal bleeds into your panties and the chilly air immediately chills the wet fabric, but your insides are on fire. You whimper, struggling while also rolling your hips against his, seeking that stiff outline of his cock in his pants.

"You want that, don't you?"

The sound you produce is pitiful and Frankie's low chuckle turns you on even more.

"You'll have it."

He drags you with him to the truck, maneuvering you roughly, yet not without care, to a bent over position.

"Spread your legs."

The cool night air feels even colder on the wet insides of your thighs, and a shiver runs through you when Frankie grinds his erection against your clothed core. The plastic claws aren't sharp, but they still make you hiss when he draws them down your thighs. His denim-clad leg touches your bare one when he kneels between your spread legs, and then his growling wolf face pushes against your pussy. He draws in your scent in loud sniffs, and you moan at how the teeth-baring mouth of the mask feels against you. Shamelessly, you push back, wishing the mask came with a live tongue as well.

Frankie sinks the claws into the flesh of your thighs and rumbles low as he rubs the mask against you. The friction is delectable, and you keen loudly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth, hands fisting into the blanket in front of you. You start to push back, move your hips like when you're riding his face, and that's what you're doing now, too: you're riding his face, the wolf face that he put on for you when you suggested that you'd go to the Halloween event as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, and that he'd ravage you in the back of his truck later. He was game: Frankie was always game for whatever you suggested, even if he was against the more violent expressions of your suggested roleplay, like hunting you down and fucking you on the ground while you screamed for help. Truth be told, after the stunt Benny pulled in the corn maze, this is exactly the right amount of excitement you need. And this mask, with its wrinkled nose and bared teeth, is doing wonders for you pussy, but it's not going to be able to make you cum. For that, you need more direct stimulation.

"Frankie," you keen, "I need more, please, I can't stand it!"

Frankie stops, goddamn him, he stops. You moan out a protest and Frankie snarls at you. He shoves up your skirt, grabs your panties, and tears them off you. The fabric rips and he shoves you forward.

"Get up."

You crawl onto the bed of the truck, shivering with your ass bare in the evening air. The suspension dips momentarily when Frankie gets up behind you, pawing your ass and tracing a claw between the cheeks down to your dripping core. You push back a little, swallowing when you hear him chuckle.

"So eager... so wet... You need a big, stiff dick to fill you up, don't you?"

"Yes," you manage to answer, head light with anticipation. "I need it, please give it to me."

The belt buckle rattles, then the fly zips open. He lets out a low rumble of relief and take a moment to get himself ready. You know what he's doing: he's putting on the sleeve, that latex thing you ordered online and almost shyly presented to him. The werewolf sleeve with a knot at the root, so insignificant when you measure and tried to imagine it before ordering, so huge when you saw it in person and realized that it was supposed to go inside you. Frankie had been skeptical - he was big enough on his own - but he was also curious, and he loved the fire he saw in you when you suggested that he'd fuck you like an animal. That you wanted to try to take the knot.

You're practically drooling now, knowing that you'll get it soon.

Frankie's paw in between your shoulder blades, and he pushes your chest down onto the bedding. His cock drags between your swollen lips, bumping into your clit before the head slips in, teasing you with the promise - or threat - of how well he could fill you, but doesn't just yet. You exhale in a whine, and Frankie replies with a similar, albeit lower moan, before sliding in, all the way up to the knot.

"Fuck," you keen into the blanket that your face is resting against, "fuck, that's good, that feels so good..."

He pulls out slowly and slams into you anew, drawing a shout from you. He then repositions himself, comes off his knees and onto his feet with bent knees into bulldog, and starts to batter you with his stiff cock. Hands on your upper back, he's pressing you down into the blankets, and you bite into the fabric to keep from getting too loud as he thrusts hard into you, again and again. The truck bed creaks and rocks, your bodies make the music of lewd, wet slapping as he assaults your pussy, and you grip the blanket until your knuckles are white.

"So wet and tight," Frankie pants above you, his furry werewolf torso plastered over your back as he rails you mercilessly. "So desperate for my fat cock, you wanted it so badly, didn't you?"

"Yes!" you cry out, each thrust into your core stealing away a little bit of your breath and brain. Your chin feels cold, and you realize that you're drooling, but you don't care if you look like a cock-hungry slut because that's what you are and you're loving it.

The knot keeps jamming against your slick opening, but Frankie doesn't seem willing to try to cram it in just yet. Your legs are shaking and giving way underneath you, and you almost slide down onto your stomach, but Frankie pulls you back up.

"Stay on your knees!" he snarls. "Don't you dare lie down!"

You gasp something to let him know you're listening, you're compliant, you'll do anything he tells you to. The plastic claws scratch your thigh, and you brace yourself on the soft warm blankets underneath you to stay on your hands and knees.

"Good girl..."

He moves in you just right, he knows what you want and need, and he's giving it to you.

"I'm a good girl," you keen, and his big paw strokes your back. Your pussy clenches, slick and heat pooling as your body sets into a higher gear.

"You are such a good girl," he confirms, breathless voice muffled behind the mask. "So good for me, taking my big cock like this..."

The praise zaps out your brain, and you start to push back on his thrusts.

"Harder, fuck me harder, I wanna cum!"

He knows just what you do, and when you're wailing out your orgasm, arms and legs shaking, he pushes you down on your stomach, ass still up.

"The knot, the knot, gimme the knot!"

The pressure is nothing like you expected: sharp and agonizing as the knot slowly presses into you. You only realize that you're holding your breath when you hear Frankie murmur "Breathe, sweetness, just breathe, you can do it" behind you, and you exhale with a shrieked Oh my God!

"It'stoo much," Frankie frets, pulling out, but you push back.

"Nonono, do it, I need it, do it, please please please!"

Once again, the mass inches into you, and this time you meet it halfway, jamming your ass against Frankie's hips, swallowing the knot and once again losing your breath at how full you are, full to the point of tearing, a string of Oh my God oh my God oh my God fuck fuck fuck spilling from you as you fist the blankets to hard that your knuckles go white.

Through the searing burn, you start to feel the adrenaline. Fuck, that's big, but you got it. You have it all in you, you're doing it, oh my God that's tight but you got it, even if it burns, you got it, and you start to relax and Frankie moans somewhere near your ear, and you flex your walls around him and he moans again, deliciously.

"Fuck me," you beg, "Frankie, fuck me now, with the knot, fuck me and fill me up, I need you to cum inside me, take me, just fuck me!"

He covers you, the polyester fur warm and itchy as he takes you with slow, almost lazy yet deep rolls of his hips, the knot pushing easier into you now, arms with furry, clawed paws around your shoulders and neck, and when he pushes in one last time to empty himself in your core, your eyes roll back and you sob with relief that it's over.

And still, you never want it to be over.

Frankie is still buried in you, has you buried under him, shielding you from the increasing coolness of the October night. It's not until he carefully inches out of you that you realize just how cold it is, and your whine is a protest both against that, against him pulling out, and an expression of your soreness. Frankie immediately throws a blanket over you, then takes off the werewolf head.

"Goddammit, this thing's cooking me alive!"

You open your eyes and try to focus, finding the werewolf snarling right beside you. A pleasurable shiver runs through you, and then you feel the burning heat of Frankie's breath on your neck.

"Are you okay?"

You can only hum, dazed as you still are. Frankie shoves the werewolf head out of the way and lies down next to you, his face just inches away from yours.

"Talk to me, baby."

"Can't," you mumble throatily, and he chuckles.

"Okay."

In the light of the stars and fairy string lights, you see that his face is red and dripping with sweat, his disheveled curls wet and plastered onto his head. His breathing is still labored, and the puffs of air are hot against you.

It's so fucking sexy.

Your pussy is still throbbing, slick and sloppy as his cum oozes out and stains your thighs. You've never felt so filthy, and you're loving it.

Finally, you draw a deep breath and open your eyes to Frankie's attentive gaze.

"I'm good," you tell him, and are immediately rewarded with a smile.

"You liked it, then?"

"Liked it?" you scoff huskily. "Fuck, Frankie... it's the best sex we ever had."

"Not better than that time we..."

"Okay, not better than that," you smile wryly, knowing what occasion he's referring to. "But top three, definitely."

"Really?"

"Frankie... I know you weren't into it from the start but I'm so grateful you decided to give it a try."

You scoot closer and kiss him softly.

"It means so much that you wanted to give this to me."

"I want to make you happy," he whispers against your lips. "And I did like it. You were so fucking hot, baby. When you took the knot, you were... feral. I've never seen you like that."

His hand slides in under the blanket, finding a plump breast straining out of the bodice.

"The costume works for me, too."

His hand travels up your chest, neck, and stops by your cheek, his big thumb dragging over your lips.

"And your lipstick is all smeared out. It's really fucking hot."

You chuckle, flushed from his praise. Frankie kisses you again before letting his lips wander down your cheek and jawline.

"Now that we've done what you're into... can we do the thing that I'm into?"

You bite down on your lower lip, but the giggle still finds its way out.

"Which is?"

Frankie continues to kiss his way down the exposed parts of your body, moving blankets and himself until he's settled between your legs. He collects his spend from around your cunt before pushing it back in with two fingers, lips latching onto your clit.

Your back arches and you see stars, literally, along with the lights strung up on the back of the cabin. The discarded werewolf head grins at you from a corner, and you smile back before your eyes fall shut and you give yourself to pleasure once more.

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #triple frontier fanfic #my fic

[lliminall]

excerpts from the group chat | pannacotta fugo x reader

tags: fem reader, implied sexual activity, copious amounts of swearing, borderline crack but I know in my heart they would be this annoying irl

Fuck Heads

Group Chat with Pannacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga & Guido Mista

iMessage

Tuesday 4:34 PM

Guido Mista they didn’t have salsa I got u ketchup

Narancia Ghirga ok fuck u

Guido Mista they’re both tomatoes idk why ur bitching

Narancia Ghirga Im not brining ur beer now ur fucking on ur own

Guido Mista please daddy? 🥺

Narancia Ghirga jk princess I got it

Guido Mista fugo I am headed over now be there in 10

Narancia Ghirga be there in 20 running late

4:47 PM

Guido Mista bro I’m here let me in

Guido Mista are u shitting?? open up I’m here

Narancia Ghirga its cus u brought us fucking ketchup instead of salsa

Narancia Ghirga jusy call him hes probably getting his dick wet again

Guido Mista we talked about this he does not have a girlfriend. he is a fucking incel narancia

Narancia Ghirga i was there last week I heard moaning. I told u

Guido Mista then it was porn u dumb fuck

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Narancia Ghirga bro literally what are u doing let us IN

Pannacotta Fugo I will fucking kill both of you

Pannacotta Fugo Stop banging on the fucking door.

Guido Mista LET US INNNNN

Narancia Ghirga wtf let us in???

Pannacotta Fugo I’ll let you in but do not speak to her. She’s studying in my room just mind your business

Guido Mista SHE????

Narancia Ghirga BRO ACTUALLY WAS GETTIN IT WET LMAOOO

Guido Mista and why can’t we meet her??

Pannacotta Fugo You fucking organisms. You are not pestering my girlfriend.

Narancia Ghirga BRO

Guido Mista BROOOO

Guido Mista also ok rude

Narancia Ghirga he cant bring her out cus he wiped her out with his 10 inch schlong

Guido Mista u don’t even have a girlfriend ur just embarrassed we caught u jacking off

Pannacotta Fugo I’m coming outside and I’m bringing a fucking weapon

Narancia Ghirga is that why u had us bring some much food I thought u we’re trying to bulk up wasnt gonn a judge tho

Guido Mista my man 💯💯💯

Guido Mista proud of u now let us the fuck in

Guido Mista the food is getting cold bro open the fucking door

7:28 PM

Guido Mista night bro would have gave u ur goodnight kiss but ur girlfriend was right there

Narancia Ghirga wheres my goodnight kiss

Guido Mista come here bby girl i got it for u right here

Pannacotta Fugo You will be two brown stains on the floor by the time I'm done with you

Narancia Ghirga pee ur pannts

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7:45 PM

Narancia Ghirga fugo got his dick sucked today. by a real girl

Bruno Bucciarati Why are you telling me this

Narancia Ghirga just thougth u might like to know

message read at 7:47 PM

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iMessage

7:50 PM

Narancia Ghirga abbachio guess who i saw layin pipe tonight

This user has blocked your number. You are unable to call or text this number at this time.

Narancia Ghirga fugo

Narancia Ghirga dammit

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[beansricejc]

JOHN WICK x READER - The Courier

part 3!

[part 1] [part 2]

summary: John’s being a little slut and finds out you’re more dangerous than you let on. More background details of Y/N. You invite him to your base for a few drinks, and John seems to be asking too many questions. In response, you use an unconventional method to make sure he’s not a snitch. John desperately needs to relieve some tension after you finish, so he takes matters into his own hands. Female reader, John x Crime Boss Reader, slow burn, 5500 words.

author’s note: thx for the love! i love writing these, and i really like making the reader (you!) an anti hero. (you’ll see). i would highly recommend reading the first and second part if you’re new here! linked above! lmk what you think! tysm! 💕

warnings: nsfw, organized crime, implied death, violence, alcohol, cursing, sex work, significant age gap, male mast3rbatįön.

A few days have passed since your encounter with John in the Continental, ending with that steamy and tense kiss in the hallway. You had even given him your number. John hadn’t actually texted you yet. His mind was racing with the possibilities between the two of you.

Well, there was you. A young, powerful, self-made crime boss. Or as your employees would say ironically, a girly-pop criminal.

Right.

Of course, there was John, a middle-aged hitman with a dark reputation, even for the criminal underworld. Retroactively feared throughout the industry, there was a general unspoken rule to not fuck with John Wick. That was just common sense at this point.

And here he was, fidgeting with this metal-engraved business card you gave him during that makeout session, so he could keep in touch.

He’s anxious about the feelings he was developing for you. John had kept up with his playboy culture ever since his wife passed, and in his mind, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to give that up.

“Mm, mister Wick, you look awfully distracted.” the escort he had called over to his hotel room to help him relieve some tension he had after his encounter with you.

Her name was Bethany, or Brandi, or something. He didn’t really pay attention. What he did know was that she had excellent hand and blow job skills.

This Brandi chick was right. He was distracted. She’d been trying to get John hard for 15 minutes, and he couldn’t manage. How fucking embarrassing.

John took a peek at your name that's engraved onto the thin piece of metal. Ah, that seemed to do the trick. Blood swam to his shaft, growing his erection, and Brandi smirked a bit.

John’s pride wouldn’t allow him to admit that the sight of your printed name could do such a thing to him.

If anyone were to find out, he would simply die.

It didn’t take long for Brandi to take John into her mouth, stroking what she couldn’t fit with her hands. John closed his eyes, not wanting to establish any emotional connection with the woman to give her the wrong idea. He would simply sit back, and enjoy the pleasure he paid for. Even if the passion wasn’t there, it would have to do.

-

Meanwhile, you and three other women had a man wrapped in tarp and duct tape in their grasp, shuffling down a long pier towards the body’s destination. The Hudson River. The sheer pollution would eventually eat away at its flesh. A sure fire solution to you and your little problem at the moment.

The four of you grunt, count to 4, and swing the corpse out of your grasp, a splash following the collision to the water.

You sighed, snapping off your latex gloves, feeling your phone vibrate a few times in your pocket. God dammit, what now? You attempted to get rid of the fresh corpse body stench from your nose when you pulled your device out, and seeing a text from an unknown number. It was directed for your personal line, and not your business line. Interesting. That’s when it hit you, in your drunken stupor, you shared a personal business card with the one and only, John Wick.

Of course you did, you moron.

You huff out and click on the bright notification on your screen, opening the app up.

Unknown #: Hey, hope you still remember me. It’s that smoking hot guy from the bar a few days ago. You doin' okay?

You rolled your eyes at what John called himself. The smell of swamp water and bird shit entered your sinuses. Thank god that it successfully replaced the cold, damp, dead body smell. You can hear seagulls caw above your small group of women, heading back to your SUV as if nothing had happened.

Now, you're typing away at your screen to reply to this middle-aged man who had taken two days to even utilize your number.

You pause, raise your eyebrows, and slowly read the message over again. Interesting.

The feeling of his hands around you, squeezing your hips and biting your lower lip. The sensation is teasing your mind, so much so that you block everything else out.

You’ve touched yourself about 5 times since then, and you can’t seem to get this stupid man off of your mind. You craved him. Everything from the glares he shot at you with those dark eyes of his, to the sting of his scruff on your soft cheeks.

“Hey,” one of your employees interrupts your midday fantasy. You jolt slightly, blinking at the taller and muscular woman, she’s been working for you for about a year, her name is Jenny. “You ready, boss?”

You take in another deep breath, more lake smell entering your nose, and you can feel the moisture in the air. Somehow you managed to find a time when no one was even outside. Even if they were, no one asked questions. Mind your own business in this city, and you’ll go a long way.

You nod and climb into the back seat of the truck, get situated, and let your employees handle the rest. The truck starts driving, and here you are again, focused on that damn phone screen.

You grunt.

God dammit.

Y/N: yeah, I remember you, old man.

As if you haven’t been thinking about him since you escaped to your hotel room the other day.

Look at you. Crime lord. Criminal mastermind (sort of). You're a big-time player.

All of that, just to act like a schoolgirl when any guy you’re remotely attracted to gives you some sort of romantic interest.

Classic.

Of course you still knew how to talk to them, charm them, get them wrapped around your finger. That was a piece of cake. But what if one wanted a kiss?

Well, time to skedaddle.

-

John had just finished onto Brandi’s face, handing her one of the hotel room towels so she can clean herself off. It was a lot, thick and stringy ropes of cum had landed on her cheeks and lips. He was still recovering and catching his breath.

Then he hears his phone vibrate. It’s you.

He smiled. You texted back quicker than he anticipated.

Great, she’s calling me old again. John sighed to himself.

Sometimes he forgets he’s damn near old enough to be her father. Was that.. weird? Maybe he just shouldn’t think about it.

John: alright, girl boss, whatever you say.

John set down his phone and waited patiently for Brandi to finally leave for the night. He slipped her a wad of cash, and she was gone faster than she came.

John can’t get his fucking mind off of you. The number of times he has had his way with you in his head was too many to count on two hands. Does he feel bad about it?

Yeah.

Did he want to stop? No.

He oh so desperately wanted to see what was lurking underneath your clothing. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time.

John was a total slut, don’t get me wrong. A few times a week he’d have different women over. Some were regular hookups, and some were random girls he picked up at the bar or club. If he wasn’t doing a contract, he was definitely balls-deep in some random chick on his couch.

That was just life though. At least for John.

He used to be a romantic, date nights, flowers, gentleman type acts. But now, well, you know already.

John sighed and decided to double-text.

Of course a man his age wouldn’t understand the almost taboo nature of the double text. A rookie mistake some would call it, others would think it’s stupid to look into it that much.

John: u wanna have some drinks with me tonight?

-

You’re still shocked that John called you a girl boss over text. You’re still staring at your screen, bewildered at the thought.

A girl boss?

No way. Absolutely not, those chicks were always pyramid scheme fanatics that would reach out to you over Facebook to convince you to join their cult company.

That wasn’t you! You were a hard ass. You ran your crew well and knew what you were doing at all times.

But you were a woman.

And a boss.

Oh fuck.

You and the few employees in the truck hop on out. You had driven from that pier back to your warehouse headquarters. This is where the magic happened.

Right on the outskirts of Brooklyn, your enterprise came out of this warehouse. Filled with fast and reliable motorcycles and other expensive toys. There were a few women who were scurrying around to get some deliveries finished before the end of the night. You notice that one of your assistants decided to change the music on the stereo system.

The same assistant, Marissa, hurried over to you, took your bag, and handed you a coconut Redbull. You mumbled the lyrics to an Ice Spice song that was blaring in the warehouse.

The realization hits.

You look up, looking Marissa dead in the face.

“Please. Be real with me.” you speak to her, and she awaits your question. You take a deep breath. It’s the moment of truth. “Am I a girl boss?”

Silence breaks out in the warehouse. Everyone dropped what they were doing to wait to see what your personal assistant would have to say to that. The only thing being heard now is that Ice Spice song.

Oh god. That wasn’t a good sign.

Marissa pressed her lips together, her green eyes shifting around the warehouse.

“I mean, technically speaking, I suppose someone could call you that, you’re not cringe though!” Marissa assured you. Your breath hitched, and your heart felt like it stopped.

How embarrassing.

You swallow your pride in, nod, and shove your hands into your big overall pockets.

“Alright. Alright. Cool.” You nod, pulling your phone out and walking away from the main action, everyone went back to work as if they didn't just eavesdrop on that conversation.

What a fucking question that was.

You look at the last text John sent you and are surprised to see that he asked to have drinks.

You pause, staring at the text message. You know John doesn’t understand the concept of double texting, he was like, 45, or something. Poor guy didn't know any better. You sigh.

“Is Wickathan bothering you again?” your assistant Marissa asked, chuckling over the nickname you made for John.

“He wants to have drinks tonight, but look at me. I would rather smash my head into some bricks than go out tonight, I’m exhausted.” You groan, the feeling of disappointing John hits you right in the chest.

Why are you so worked up about him, bitch?! You ask yourself. You’re too hot to stress yourself out about this.

Marissa gives you a grin.

“Well then invite him here.” Marissa provides an idea for you. You raise your eyebrows, and nod affirmatively.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You tell her, flashing her a grin and quickly texting John back.

Y/N: you wanna just have drinks at HQ?

You liked calling your work headquarters, or HQ to shorten it up. Really made you sound like a secret spy with a base.

Well, you weren’t a spy but it was a base.

Sometimes you forget that you’re running an entire criminal enterprise, the Ice Spice blasting at your self proclaimed headquarters wasn’t helping.

-

John can only imagine what this headquarters looks like, and is quite intrigued by the idea of having drinks with you there. Now that he’s planning on seeing you tonight, there’s a bad feeling in his stomach.

Does he feel bad about seeing an escort right before meeting up with you? That can’t be it. Can it?

Dammit, John. You’re a bachelor, you can’t be falling for some girl because she’s pretty and powerful. He cursed at himself internally.

His eyes glaze over his reflection in the mirror as he ices his shoulder, which was hit pretty bad by some asshole with a golf club during a job yesterday. It left a very purple bruise and was sore as hell.

He wondered if there was an appeal to his battle scars all over his body. There probably was, right? Whenever he was shirtless in front of a lady, her attention would immediately focus on all of his tattoos and marks on his flesh. Of course, they were stories from a younger and less experienced John.

Sometimes it would even scare them off entirely. But if they got past the tatted-up back and several scars, you could get a glimpse at his toned body. John's not a bodybuilder material by any means, he was lean and in shape, the ideal size for a professional killer.

He was perfect for the job.

John’s mind is racing, he knows you’re dangerous. You built an entire empire in a mere three years, people would kill for your skill and position on the food chain.

It kind of turned him on.

Especially ever since he found your business page, where all of the information for clients was readily available.

John noticed an "As Seen on Tv!" tab on the professional-looking website, he clicked on it out of pure curiosity. He didn’t know what to expect.

It was a YouTube video of a compilation of CCTV footage, showing various car and motorcycle chases. They were cut and spliced into a well edited video that had Industry Baby by Lil Nas X playing in the background.

That couldn’t be you, could it?

Oh, it was. You and various people in your crew who also did deliveries for your company.

John could tell from your figure whenever it was you on screen, and he was particularly shocked from seeing GoPro footage of you.

He sees you jumping out of the window from one moving car to the hood of another, shooting at the driver through the windshield, killing him instantly. Of course, as soon as the bullet was fired from the barrel of your gun, whoever edited the video censored it. John could still see the blurred-out figure slump to the side but was obvious that he was dead. You had even climbed through the shattered glass and took over the driving, shoving the corpse off of the seat as if it were a regular work day.

You and your crew obviously knew what you were doing, that was a fact. Ruthless, violent, and skilled, a dangerous combination for anyone. John noticed that you seemed to be more precise, the difference between you and your other employees was noticeably significant. They were still very impressive nonetheless.

As skilled as you were, you were still an amateur compared to John. He figured you most likely excelled at combat on the road but in a regular circumstance? You probably weren’t as efficient or deadly.

He was right.

“Fucking hell,” John mumbled to himself, it wasn’t anything new to him, but seeing this as an advertisement for their business of a website was… something. That’s for sure.

It was like watching a bunch of kids goofing around and getting it all on tape. Well, that was exactly what it was. A bunch of young women on the screen, and swap out the word goofing with maybe, rampaging?

His eyes were glued to his screen as he watched the video boasting their skill set, even showing a worker and you drifting your expensive bikes down the highway.

And now John's in his car watching the video once again in the parking lot of the warehouse that Y/N had invited him to.

John was pleasantly surprised that this young crime lord had invited him to her home base after only meeting him once.

Well, technically twice.

John hadn’t bothered with his work attire, he had thrown on a pair of nice jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. He even went the extra mile to put on cologne and touched up his beard.

John sighed and exited his car, locking up and sauntering towards the large industrial looking warehouse.

He could hear a plethora of noises from the building, the big garage door was open, and he raised his eyebrows at the image of dozens of women doing advanced mechanical work on modified bikes, or even riding off on said bikes.

John wasn’t sure what to expect but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

Especially with the Latin girl pop that was blaring from the very impressive stereo set up.

Your chop shop was clean, organized, and busy. Extremely busy. John had been squeezed past by about 7 women already who were hard at work.

It was clear that John was a fish out of water, he was quite literally the only man in this warehouse. He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.

What’s the opposite of a sausage fest? John asked himself.

But where were you? John narrowed his eyes and did his best to find you, which happened to be squatting near a motorcycle that was suffering from some serious curb rash, which you were attempting to fix.

It was a sight that was a complete 180 from the other day at the cocktail party. Compared to the long and elegant black dress, you were now in a crop top and some denim overalls, that looked like it had seen better days.

John had to admit, it was pretty cute. He was used to only flirting and going out with women who were refined, and classy. That's what you displayed the other night.

But after seeing those clips of you online, and seeing you here, he knew that was all a front.

You were feminine for sure, however, you obviously had a masculine energy to your personality. John wasn’t used to that, it was really refreshing.

Before John could, one of your workers had hurried over to you.

“You think I should go hybrid or classic?” One of your modification technicians asked, her name was Marie, and she had worked for you for the past 2 years. You looked up, checking out the pictures on her phone she showed you.

This was a difficult decision. Lashes make or break a woman. The choice of a lifetime really.

“Hybrid, you’ll serve cunt with hybrid for sure.” You answer, and the two of you laugh at the ridiculous statement you just said.

Your attention turned to John, who was about 20 feet behind Marie, who was also trying not to laugh.

“Serving cunt? Do I even want to know?”

That was the first thing John had said to you today. You bursted out laughing, trying your best to contain it. It didn’t work. Marie turned around, and her blue eyes widened at the mere sight of John.

He was intimidating by nature, tall, dark, and mysterious. Now add in his deadly reputation, he could make anyone’s skin crawl with just a glance.

“Holy fuck, you didn’t tell me that Wickathan was coming.” Marie blurted, immediately covering her mouth afterward. Your eyes bulged at her, that name was meant to be an inside joke between everyone in your crew.

Dammit, Marie.

“Oh my god, bitch!” You stage whispered, smacking Marie on her shoulder in disappointment.

Did John hear that right?

“Wickathan?” John repeated, stepping up towards you and your current project. The man was a force to be reckoned with, he towered over you, especially now that you weren’t wearing heels. “Did you come up with that yourself?” He asked. It suddenly became hot in the room, caused by his husky voice that was directed towards you.

You forgot that you had just been staring at him for the past ten seconds, with awkward silence swirling between the two of you. Oof.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought it was funny,” you admitted. “I bet the Boogeyman gets fucking old, huh?” you asked, using a mocking tone on the nickname.

John respected your bold attitude.

You could see the way John was looking at you, despite you being a mess from working on bikes all day. His brown eyes trailed up your body and he smiled at seeing you without anything fancy on. He could get used to this.

A woman of many talents? Sign him up.

I might not be a bachelor for long, I better be careful. John thought to himself, smiling down at you.

“Come on, squirt. Let’s have that drink.” John teased, and your face starts to pinken.

Squirt?! What the fuck? You think, stepping from behind the bike, arms crossed while glaring at the menace of a hitman.

“Hey hey, I’m no squirt. What the-"

John interjects by grabbing you by the waist, physically picking you up, and holding you up in the air. You shout at him, and he’s chuckling devilishly at the sight.

Jesus Christ, in front of everyone? I’m their boss! This looks terrible! You’re internally panicking.

“Hey!” You exclaim, attempting to wiggle out of his death grip.

“Oh yeah, you’re a total squirt.” John teased, setting you back down and ruffling your already disheveled head of hair. Your cheeks are beet red, and you grab his forearm and tug him behind you to your private office.

You were a crime boss for fucks sake, is John out of his mind?

John’s laughing at the sight of your much smaller frame guiding him by hand to your office, in fact, he was getting a little excited over it.

Excited would be the understatement of a lifetime.

The sight of your smaller feminine frame compared to his towering large body made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. John shut the door to her office behind him, listening to you sigh and grab two beers out of her fridge.

Interesting. Beer fridge in the office. Respect. John notes.

You handed him a beer but your eyes went straight to his face, on further inspection you noticed a healing black eye and a few new scrapes. Those weren’t there a few days ago. You furrow your eyebrows at him.

There was no way he finished a contract that quickly between seeing you then and now, right?

“Hey, what the hell happened to you?” You ask him, walking closer to him and grazing your dainty fingers over his new wounds. John felt a lump form in his throat.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, she’s so close to me again. Shit! Shit! He’s thinking to himself. John chuckled in an attempt to cover his flustered nature.

“Oh you know, just work. Typical Wednesday for me,” he tells you, he can barely think straight since you’re standing so close to him. You’re wearing that same perfume that you wore when you saw him last, however, it’s overcast by the smell of exhaust and rubber, probably from working in this warehouse all day. “Nothing crazy.”

You rolled your eyes at him and went to go sit on your couch.

“Uh-huh. Who was it this time?” you asked John as he sits fairly close to you on the sofa. Just close enough for his leg to graze your thigh.

John knew exactly what he was doing. A classic playboy tactic, but why did he get this feeling he didn’t want to just hit it and quit it?

John cracked the beer open and read the label. PBR? Unexpected, alright. He couldn’t be mad at that. He took a long sip. Fantastic.

“Ah, some guy that pissed some Cartel member off. The usual.” John sighed, playing back into the couch, stretching his left arm out and laying it on the sofa, coincidentally right behind where you were sitting.

Coincidentally.

This is when John noticed that your couch was purple and velvet. That was some taste you had there. He scanned the room, it was obvious that whoever had this office was a woman in her 20s.

So, you, clearly.

John was shocked that this incredibly feminine office belonged to a crime boss, but he has seen weirder things. But he did have to admit, the office was quite eclectic. Bohemian? What was the word for it? Well, it was something.

“So, how’s work for you? You guys seem awfully busy out there.” John commented as you opened your own beer, his eyes trailing down your body again.

Oh boy. You notice his chest puffing out ever so slightly, god, he was the real deal.

Don’t show weakness, he’s expecting you to fold! Absolutely fucking not! you reaffirm to yourself.

“Pretty good actually. We’re gonna have to do a plate swap on all of the bikes soon though.” You explained, your eyes never leaving his chiseled face.

Shit.

He’s fine as hell.

You stop yourself, you were talking about work. Details about work. Well, not the nitty gritty but, wait a minute.

“Oh? How do you go about that?” John asked, flashing one of those mischievous smirks that he was giving you the other night.

The worst part about it? It fucking worked. His stupid attractive face, those dumb strong hands, his fucking hair that was perfectly styled backward.

He knew it too.

The question he gave you threw you off though. He wants more details on how work is. You raise your eyebrows as your brain goes into panic mode, almost like it’s wired to sense danger or threats.

John can sense that your whole demeanor has changed, long gone was the spunky girl from a minute ago. You were a whole other creature now as you analyzed him, what did he want? Why was he asking questions about your work?

You set your beer down on a side table and sigh.

God dammit.

Whatever, hopefully this would work. Your legs stretch over him until suddenly you’re straddling his lap. John has to cover his mouth to prevent beer from spitting out of his lips, just from pure shock.

“H-hey!” John exclaimed, the feeling of your bottom on his lap and thighs was almost heavenly. Was this seriously happening right now?

You take your hands and wiggle them up his black long-sleeve shirt, in a frantic search for any sort of wires, recording devices, anything really.

But to John, he’s only seeing the attractive young woman feeling him up, her small hands grazing over his lean and muscular torso. They travel to his sides, and then up and down his back, unknowingly tracing over skin that’s covered in tattoos.

Your fingers are making John melt, plus, here you were, only inches from his face. He can’t stop looking at your lips as you’re determined to find anything that would be used to record a conversation.

You’ve lasted this long and built your empire because you were clever, ruthless, but more importantly, cautious.

And here you were, feeling up John fucking Wick to see if he was bugged or not. The most lethal man in the world is centimeters away from you, his hot exhales sticking to your face and neck like sweat.

John can feel his cock grow to the sensation of you straddling him and searching around his body.

John’s heart is pounding, you sigh and take your hands out from underneath his shirt.

Alright, hair it is.

So now, like the little shithead you are, you sit up slightly to dig your fingers through his head of long black locks. Of course, your chest is at eye level with his face, even almost touching it.

“Y/N, w-what are you doing?” John laughed nervously, he wasn’t sure why he was nervous, and his hands were already advancing to your thighs and hips.

What if I just fucked her right here and now on this couch? What I would do to make her scream my name, shit, I want her to ride my cock so bad that she aches for me the next day. John’s mind is screaming with this and other absolutely filthy images.

“Looking for a bug! You keep asking me questions about my job! That is such a federal ass thing to do…” you explain hastily. John’s heart drops. You don’t even notice his hands gripping hard on your hips until he slams you down onto his lap again, snapping you out of your persistent state.

All you can feel pressing up against you is his rock-hard dick.

Oh shit. I’m an idiot.

“You sure do know how to get a man worked up, you know that?” John hisses out. His hand latched onto your small neck, giving it a stern squeeze, you’re too in the moment to even try to move it. He flips you off of his lap, and stands up from the couch, readjusting his clothing and his long hair.

“I’m, uh, going to use the bathroom. Alright?” John asked, you nod, not even putting two and two together since you were so stunned by that move.

Fuck, he sure knows how to manhandle a girl, huh? You silently ask yourself as he quickly leaves the office.

John had to take a few deep breaths once he left the room and shut the door.

“Fuck,” he whispered, all of his instincts are going wild right now. John finds the nearest bathroom in this large warehouse, and locks the door behind him.

If he stayed in that room for another second, he would have absolutely ruined you. John knows damn well you’re no innocent angel, that doesn’t stop him from viewing you as one. As ruthless and dangerous of a woman as you are, he has made up this false sense of purity surrounding your very aura.

John wastes no time in unbuckling his belt and pants, grabbing his thick shaft out of his boxer briefs, and begins to tug. One of the hands that has brought wrath upon so many, now gripping his cock and attempting to relieve himself in a timely manner so he doesn’t raise Y/N's suspicions.

God, she’s way too young for you dude. You shouldn’t be doing this. I bet she’s so tight and wet, oh fuck. John’s mind is racing to the possibilities of what could happen in this bathroom if Y/N was in here with him.

He’s imagining grabbing you by your tiny throat and slamming you against this wall, ripping those overalls off, and throwing them on the floor. He’s so strong that he could lift her up by her thighs against the wall, spread her legs, and thrust right into her tight little cunt.

John’s breath is staggering as he tries to make his grunts and moans as subtle as possible while he pictures himself plowing into you. He’d be torn between being a generous lover or a selfish one.

On one hand, he’s starting to develop feelings for you, his heart flutters when he thinks of your laugh. The way your nose crunches whenever you smile, or the weird slang you use whenever you talk to him.

With all of his hookups after his wife, he never cared too much about making the other women feel good, but he would always succeed.

John was just that good in bed.

You were the exception.

In the very short time he’s had to get to know you, he was starting to catch feelings, and he’s scared of it.

So instead, he's thinking of devouring your pussy and making you cum over, and over again before using you as a hole.

The mere thought of it is enough for John’s knees to tremble as he climaxes, gripping the sink for dear life. He ejaculates into his own hand, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, and he met his own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

The mirror shows a half nude John, breathing rapidly, cock in hand, with beads of salty sweat trickling down his damp skin.

Post-nut clarity is hitting in 3, 2, ah. There it is.

John’s mortified at who he sees in front of him, and he cleans up as fast as he possibly can.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Am I this much of a perv? Holy shit! John’s internally screaming, zipping up his pants and clearing his throat.

The thought of doing any of those acts with a woman as young as you is, tempting, to say the least.

John closed his eyes and took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

He had a drink to finish with you, and he’s praying you didn’t notice how long he was gone.

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick imagine #keanu reeves #jw4 #jw #john wick x y/n

[submenarehotties]

“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝! „

submissive! toji fushiguro x dominant! female! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or anime)

cw’s + tw’s: nsfw, explicit language, minor spoilers of jjk manga, ons implied with gojo, you call toji puppy, bratty! toji, brat tamer! reader, nipple teasing/nipple clamps (m), pain kink, oral (f), face-sitting, p in v sex, slight overstimulation.

timeskip: “★ ★ ★”

summary: You have a new mission. As a sorcerer, you use anything in your power to defeat curses. But this is different, he’s human. Your mission is to defeat Toji Fushiguro. Mentally, physically—sexually. Your defense was that they didn’t say you had to kill him…

note: megumi knows that toji is his dad. not proof-read.

word count: 3.4K+

"I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Gojo replied, eyeing you as you trained against Maki.

“Sending her out with my father through?” Megumi muttered.

“What of it, Megumi-chan? She’ll be fine. Can you not just trust me this once?” Gojo replied with a smirk.

“How can you be so sure?” He asked Gojo. Megumi sure as hell didn’t trust Gojo even if he was his sensei.

Gojo only shyly smiled.

Of course, you were one to put cocky ‘dominant’ men in their place. So, of course, you put Gojo in his place. He wants to see Toji go through the same thing. Gojo knows you’ll do it. Cocky men piss you off.

Gojo should know. After all... He was one of them.

“Dammit! Get the hell off of me (y/n)!”

When Gojo and Megumi turned their heads to look at what had happened, they were shocked.

You were using Maki’s back as a pedal stool, your eyes locked on Megumi and Gojo. A cold shiver ran down both of their spines, because they knew, that you knew exactly what they were talking about.

You stood up and helped Maki stand. She glared at you.

“Sorry, you were so easy to beat - and I was bored.” You said casually, undoing your hand bandages, walking over to where your bags were.

“I want a rematch after your mission is complete!” Maki yelled at her.

“Yeah, sure.” You replied, turning around to give her a smile.

“I’ll win!” Maki snapped.

“Okay.” You sarcastically replied to her, turning back around.

“I’ll be back, Megumi,” Gojo said, ignoring Megumi’s protests, walking over to you.

Megumi couldn’t hear what was discussed, but it left Gojo flushed red and your face still neutrally flat. It was the fact that if you had said something sexual, you could say it with no emotion whatsoever. No smile - nothing.

That was what made you so dangerous. You could toy with someone and they wouldn’t know unless, you, yourself, let them know.

Anyone would say that you were scarier than Gojo. You were both equally intimidating. Gojo was more carefree than you were though.

‘That’s what makes him weak.’ was what you had said to Megumi.

You were cold-hearted. But - something sexual makes you a bit softer.

Still - you could make anyone your personal bitch.

★ ★ ★

“This the place?” You ask, getting out of the car.

“Yeah, its to be thought that Fushiguro has a target that he’s after at this exact moment.” Gojo replied.

“Good, makes things more fun.” You smile.

Gojo sighed, “He’s a sorcerer killer, (y/n), just be careful.”

”You know from experience, ‘jo?” You question with a smirk.

Gojo took off his blindfold to give you a glare, “I told you, I just want you to be careful.”

“I don’t even have to try, Gojo, he’ll fall for it so easily. A dominant man, you say? Very soon, he won’t be.”

“Try not to worry.” You finished.

Gojo looked at you for a second more, before placing his blindfold back on. You both said your goodbyes.

It was good Gojo came in a different car, after all you were taking home a guest after.

You smiled as you entered the building to hear sounds that you knew very well. Someone was enjoying themself to sex. It wasn’t supposed to be the woman moaning though.

You knew Toji well. Getting a woman pregnant then running away…? A true wuss. Poor Megumi.

You heard a blood curdling scream from the woman and you smiled. Dead. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to save her anyway. A shame.

You wondered how the men were killed.

You casually walked over to the room to see Toji cleaning the blood off of himself.

“You shouldn’t get the privilege to fuck a woman if you finish her off like that.” You said and Toji’s head snapped to yours.

“Did that dick Gojo send you after me, since he couldn’t do the job himself?” Toji says with a glare.

“What, you know me?” You fake surprise.

“You’re damn right I know you, (y/n), (l/n).” He says.

“Well, I’m honored to make you my bitch, Toji Fushiguro.” You reply with a hand to your chest.

“What?” Toji’s jaw practically drops.

You walked closer to him, “I’m sure you heard me.”

Toji chuckled, pointing his sword at you questioningly, “You wanna be fucked as well then?”

That made you laugh.

“Oh, no! Of course not, Toji, I’m going to fuck you.” You state.

“Now, I think I’d rather kill you.” Toji states, in an instant pinning you to the wall, his sword held at your throat - just as you had planned.

“Why are you hard then?” You question, lifting your leg between his legs to lightly hit his erection with it.

Toji’s guard drops for a second, giving you time to get rid of his weapon. It disappeared into thin air. You easily slipped through his grasp.

“Now, I’m wondering, where’s your cursed worm?” You change the subject.

“Do you think I fuck women with it on me? They would recognize me—why am I fucking telling you this?” Toji questions.

“It’s what makes me dangerous, I can make you answer any of my questions and my demands.”

“Why?” Toji demands.

“‘cause you want me, but I’m not yours. But, you can be mine.” You whisper in his ear, suddenly appearing behind Toji.

“A sorcerer and a sorcerer killer. Heh, that's actually funny.”

“So if you told me to fuck you, I’d do it?” Toji questioned.

“You’re easily aroused. So, yes.” You reply.

“What if I want to do what I want? Fuck you? Would you let me?” Toji whispered to you, his arms wandering all over your body.

“Of course not - puppy. You’d do what I demand. I don’t have to use any power.” You reply, running a finger lightly down Toji’s chest.

A pleased shudder ran through Toji’s entire body. It made him want more.

“Fuck it. Just do it.” Toji grumbled unhappily.

“Hm? What is it, puppy? Be more specific.” You hummed.

“Make me… Your personal bitch.” Toji whispered, as your hands continued to wander his tight chest.

“Ah, I see. Now, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? Say what you wish, and maybe I’ll comply. Sometimes it’ll work. Other times… Well, you’ll see.” You say.

You couldn’t lie, Toji was hot. His clothing attire was probably chosen for a reason. A tight black shirt, that now displayed his hard nipples that poked through the shirt. His baggy pants now showed something hard poking through his crotch.

“Now, here’s what you’re going to do for me. Then, you’ll get a reward. You must be good for me though. Which I know is hard for you.” You finish.

“Do I have to clean up?” Toji groaned.

You smile, “You pick things up well. Good. Yes, I want you to clean up the body.”

“I want you to meet me outside once you’re done.”

Toji let out a mix of a whine and a groan. But, nonetheless, he listened.

★ ★ ★

Toji walked outside, just as brooding as he was inside.

“What? Did fucking the corpse not help your hard dick?” You teased.

“I do not fuck corpses.” Toji stated with a glare.

You chuckled, “It was a joke. I certainly am not into necrophilia and if you were I would not let you live any longer. Now, get in the car.”

“Where are we going? I don’t exactly trust you yet.” Toji replied.

“Do you think I’ll bring you to Gojo? Please.” You laughed.

“I need to get laid, so I’m using you in exchange for you to stop killing people, you get to belong to me. It’s a great privilege, not just anyone gets it.” You continued.

“You have options, I know what I’d choose, Toji.” You finish.

Toji visibly gulped.

“I know you like to kill sorcerers as the sorcerer killer. But, to put it simply—you can’t. I’m stretching my job as a sorcerer enough already. So you’ll listen to me, or face the consequences.”

Toji already had some form of trust in you, he just had to have faith in you. You sighed and closed your eyes, waiting. You heard the car door open, and you smiled. You won.

You looked over to see Toji crossing his arms like a child. You rolled your eyes mentally.

You started the car, and began on your way to your house. You didn’t really give a fuck if anyone at all knew where you lived. They wouldn’t survive a fucking minute in your house.

You knew Toji would try to touch you. It was a given. He was desperate, Toji was fighting an erection for about 30 minutes.

You just didn’t expect this. You always had one hand on the wheel, and your other resting on the gear shift. Toji had grabbed your hand that was on the gear shift and placed it on his hard cock.

“Please.” Toji rasped, squeezing his hand around yours, placing a delicious pressure on his dick.

“Aw, how cute. Can’t wait any longer? Just from how cute you are, I may just fuck you in the back of my car.”

Toji groaned in response, trapping your hand on his cock.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, puppy?” You ask, your eyes trained on the road.

Toji managed to whine out a small ‘yes.’ which made you squeeze harder.

“Too bad, you have to wait.” You say, ripping your hand from him completely and placing your hand back on the gear shift.

Toji let out the most guttural moan you had heard from anyone. He whined in protest. He pouted like a child.

He was going to be a fun one to break.

“So impatient, we’re almost there.” You state, switching to a higher gear.

“So step on the fucking gas, woman.” Toji moaned out.

“Just for that, I think I’ll slow down.” You tease, tapping your fingers on the gear shift.

Toji groaned your name out in protest.

It was funny. A man you had just met about an hour ago was about to fucked by you. And so easily. All according to your plan. Gojo worried for nothing.

Gojo needed more trust in you, like Toji did. You had known Gojo for years, and he still worried about how you handled things.

After a few minutes of more whining from Toji, you both had arrived at your house.

Toji slammed your car door behind himself and you only chuckled. A man without manners? You should’ve known. You’d have to brand rules onto his body.

You casually walked to your door and unlocked it.

“Please, hurry.” Toji muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his erection against your ass.

“Trust me, Toji, I hear you.” You say, caressing his face from behind you.

You opened the door and Toji couldn’t wait anymore. He pushed you up against the wall, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. You pressed your forehead against the wall in silent anger. If you didn’t calm yourself, you could just kill him right now.

“m’ sorry,” Toji whispered into your hair, placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Hands off.” You command.

Toji could no longer control his own body. His arms were forced by his sides. Toji whined as he involuntarily stepped away from you.

“Did I not tell you that you wouldn’t get your way?” You state, walking up to Toji, you slap him.

“I just wanna touch you.” Toji rasped, biting his lower lip, his fists tightly closed.

His desire for you is only growing. Your power isn’t doing anything to his desire. He just wants you genuinely. You’re only holding him back physically.

“Please.” Toji whines.

“Let’s go.” You state, walking up the stairs and Toji followed behind you willingly.

You lead Toji into a guest bedroom. He surely did not get the pleasure of going into your room—yet.

You force Toji to take a shower first. There was no way you were fucking him with another woman’s juices on him.

You gave him clothes to put on even though you were going to take them off in a minute or two.

“Get on the bed.” You command.

Toji gets on the bed, and watches as you leave the room for a minute. You come back with clamps…? Nipple clamps.

“Take your shirt off, now.”

Toji gulped. He wouldn’t admit it to you at this specific moment, but he was nervous. He had never done things like this. BDSM? Never. Played with his nipples? Never.

Honestly, you didn’t give a shit if it was his first time or not, he deserved this punishment. Especially if Toji was getting the privilege of being inside your pussy.

Toji took off his shirt.

You squeezed the clamps and they opened and closed when you released pressure on them, they connected with a chain, so you could tug on the chain and it would tug the clamps on his nipples.

“It will hurt at first, and they will ache after.” You warn.

Toji took a deep breath, then nodded.

“I will help soothe the pain for you.” You say, placing the clamps both on at once.

Toji hissed and gripped your arms, his nails digging into your arm. Tiny crescents were left on your skin. You felt no pain.

“If you don’t let go of my arms, I won’t be able to help you, puppy, let go for me. Place them by your sides and don’t move them until I say.” You softly say.

Toji weakly nods, letting go of your arms, placing them by his sides. You eyed your work. Toji’s hair was ruffled, his cheeks lightly dusted pink, his fingers gripping the sheets.

It was time to mess him up more.

You dragged your fingernails down Toji’s stomach, raising goosebumps in their wake. Your fingers grasped his pants and you slid them off.

Through Toji’s boxers you could see pre-cum creating a wet spot on his boxers. Even though he was currently in pain - he was just as hard as before. You pulled his boxers off. Toji hissed as the cold air hit his cock.

You pressed his dick against your cheek, it twitched and glistened in your grip. Your eyes locked onto Toji’s. Toji couldn’t stand your stare. It was too intense. His face was redder now.

Toji’s dick oozed more pre-cum, you chuckled, tapping a finger to the slit of his dick, “You’re thinking about being inside me, hm?”

“Yes—oh yes.” Toji moaned.

“Should I give you what you want, puppy?” You say, running a lone finger down his cock.

“Please, mmh~”

You places kisses down his dick, watching as his hands fist the sheets tightly.

“‘wanna feel you. All of you.” Toji whines.

“I give you permission to touch me. Undress me.” You say.

Toji sits up and and surprises you by very gently undoing your shirt. This man was built like a beast, yet so gentle. Once he gets your shirt off completely, he takes his time to admire you, ignoring his own needs. Toji runs his fingers down your stomach. Toji then undoes your bra with a nervous gulp.

Toji eyes your tits with a curiosity. He reaches for them and cups them in his large hands. You watch him as his pupils dilate. He runs his fingers down your nipples and watch as they harden.

Toji glances up at you before latching his mouth onto your nipple, flicking his tongue across it. You hum, tangling your fingers in Toji’s hair. He watches your reaction as he grazes his teeth across your nipple, you gasp. Toji switches to the other nipple, giving it just as much as attention.

Toji seemed to be in such a daze, that you had to pull him away forcefully.

“I know you want to be buried in my cunt, but you have to finish undressing me first.” You tease.

Toji murmurs apologies and undoes your pants, pulling them off. Toji places kisses down your stomach, giving you butterflies. He places a kiss at your clothed entrance. He pulls your panties down with his mouth.

“Can I?” Toji pleads, and you nod.

“Sit on my face, please.” Toji raspily says.

You pull your panties off completely and sit on Toji’s face so you can see his face. Toji practically dives in like you’re his last meal. Toji had never done something like this, of course he had given oral, but someone sitting on his face would be a no from him. Your thighs were squeezing him in closer and he loved that feeling. He was being suffocated by your sweet scent.

Toji sucked on your clit and watched as you rode his face to an orgasm. It made him want to cum from seeing you cum. Toji thrusted his tongue inside you and you squeezed around his tongue tightly, making him groan. You tangle your fingers into his hair as you finally bring yourself to an orgasm.

Your moans were angelic. Music to his damn ears. He thought it was a shame it ended. Toji wanted to hear more.

You got up from his face and rubbed your clit hovering over his twitching dick, “Your permission to touch me is now gone again.”

“Oh, please, please—aghh!” Toji groaned both with pain and pleasure as you pulled on the chain that was connected to his nipple clamps.

You slowly lowered yourself onto Toji’s cock. Toji whined as you slapped his hands away from your thighs.

“Please let me touch you—mmph!” You kiss his voice away.

You suck on Toji’s tongue, making him twitch inside you. Toji’s gasping for air when you release from the kiss. Toji’s eyes are dazed again, as his hands find their way back to your thighs.

You slap Toji across the face and watch as his cheek turns red. His arms flinch and he places him by his sides again.

“Mmgh, I-I’m sorry! Fuck!” Toji whines, trying thrust up into your warm cunt.

“Such a whiny puppy. Don’t try and take control when I specifically told you not to touch me.” You state, riding him faster.

Toji was getting so fucking high off this feeling. Never in his life had he felt like this. He was louder than you were.

“Oh—sorry, ‘m sorry, sorry! Please, (y/n)~” Toji’s back arches off the bed, his fists clenched so unbearably tight.

“Let me fucking touch you!” Toji cries, as you pull on the chain connected to his nipples.

“Fine.” You say, finally complying with Toji.

Toji’s fingertips felt like fire on your skin. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs. Pulled on your nipples. Placed gentle shaky kisses on your body. Rubbed your clit ferociously.

You place hickeys down Toji’s body. Especially around his neck. Toji graciously accepted each one with a moan.

The slick of your fucking, made Toji’s eyes roll back. Toji came with that. You pulling on the clamps, you fucking him so good. You weren’t far behind. But, it’d be fun to see him suffer from sensitivity.

Toji squirmed as you continued riding him.

“Please!” Toji whined, gripping your thighs.

Toji did nothing to stop you, though you knew he probably could. This was your weakness - sex.

Toji whined and rasped how he wanted you to stop, but his hands kept guiding you up and down his cock. You came with a cry, Toji smiled peacefully, placing kisses all over your body as you squeezed his cock.

“Best orgasm ever.” You whispered blissfully.

Toji chuckled tiredly. You removed the nipple clamps and Toji groaned. You slowly got up off his dick. You went to warm up a washcloth to clean you both off and you needed to go to the bathroom. When you came back, Toji was fast asleep.

You smiled as you thought about what evil plans you should do to him next. You finished cleaning both yourself and him off, placing the washcloth off to the side table.

As if Toji had sensed you, Toji wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto the bed. He snuggled himself in your neck.

You knew he wasn’t asleep.

“You’re going to pay for that. Making me do all the work, when you know damn well you could’ve cleaned yourself off.” You mutter unhappily.

Toji smiled against your neck.

“Whatever you want, you own me now,” Toji whispered.

You sure were glad that you couldn’t get pregnant. That motherfucker would run to a different country if you were.

And you sure as hell wouldn’t let your pet run away without a punishment.

a/n: got a little carried away with this one at a wc of 3.4K. biggest fic yet. ya’ll liked the other toji one, so i made another one. yw. anyway, tired going to sleep.

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Untitled TCD!Cleo and Scar fic (2/5)

I remembered to post before class smile

this one got a bit personal ngl-

Once again the idea originally came from @/stiffyck and their silly little anons <3

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(CW: Internalized/implied ableism, past abandonment, panic attack)

Scar is afraid Cleo will leave it behind. They promise not to.

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Scar was sure it was losing its mind.

A subtle thing, gradually growing over the time he'd been alive - however long that's been, Scar had lost track forever ago. So when he woke up the next morning, another nightmare that left him in a cold sweat, and found itself in a real bedroom for once, he wondered if maybe he'd dreamt up the entire apocalypse. 

Which could have been believable (would have been preferable), except it couldn't recognize the sheets it was tucked under. And there was, of course, the oh-so lovely symphony of undead groans somewhere beyond the curtained window to its left. So with a grumble he shoved the blanket out of his lap, clenching its teeth when a bolt of pain shot through his legs as he flung them over the edge of the bed, an uncomfortable tingle settling in its lower back.

His entire body ached as it stood, groaning and leaning against the wall for support. When was the last time he took a day to rest? It had done its damage, however long it'd been, as he attempted to stumble forward before falling to the ground with a pained cry. The door to the bedroom was opened within seconds, and he nearly screeched when a zombie entered. Going on auto-pilot he reached for the spare pistol in one of his inventory pockets, falling back and training it on the monster.

"Wh- Hey, watch it trigger fingers. It's alright!" The zombie crouched down to be at its level, keeping their distance as he steadied his breathing, not breaking their line of sight. They held out their wrist, showing the same line of glowing pixel hearts that Scar knew he had on his own. "It's just me, okay? You remember me?"

The day before came back slowly, along with the mortifying reminder of the fact he'd somehow fallen asleep during their trek to his current base. He avoided her eyes as he nodded slowly, putting the weapon away and pushing itself up to a sitting position with only slight struggle. "Sorry for that. And for, uh- falling asleep..on you..." His voice became gradually quieter. God, how had he fallen asleep on a complete stranger?

But they only smiled, pushing themself back up and returning to the door. "No worries, I raided the cupboards while you were out. Found some..edible-ish?- Something that looked like food."

As they returned to wherever they'd previously been in the temporary safe house, panic bubbled in Scar's chest. No, dammit, not now- But of course it had to happen now, every small movement leaving him inhaling to avoid screaming out its pain. The zombie returned after a few moments of his struggling, blinking down at him in concern.

"You alright?"

He nodded. He couldn't get up. Goddammit.

"Well that was obviously a lie, nice try though." She extended a hand, pulling it to its feet and letting him lean against her. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, he nearly tripped over its own feet, grip involuntarily tightening against the zombie- player?- the person's shoulder. "Careful, trigger- Almost there, don't worry."

"'Trigger?'" Scar pouts as he's settled onto the floor, leaning against the kitchen island as it crossed its arms. "That better not stick."

"Stop trying to shoot me and maybe it won't."

"I wasn't- That's not fair!" 

"Says the kid that keeps trying to shoot me," Cleo says, smug as ever, as they offer him a bowl of..something. Some kind of soup, maybe? "I couldn't find any chairs that weren't blown to bits, so tonight we eat like peasants!"

"It's morning," Scar laughs, an unfamiliar, genuine sound that temporarily stuns him and- wow- when was the last time it did that? He brushed it off. "I do have a name, you know."

They hummed, pretending to ponder this new possibility he has offered them. "I don't believe I asked, actually."

Laughter came easier with them around, he quickly discovered. She took every chance she could to make him happy, working especially hard on those days where it was hard to get out of bed. Something about it was familiar, from the times when he wasn't alone, when maybe it did have a name and that name wasn't taken from the type of gun it wielded (or the type of gun that the new friend wielded, it supposed, considering she hadn't given it back to him. It wasn't mad about that, not at all). He'd nearly forgotten about then, about how that felt. 

But now it didn't matter. Scar wasn't alone anymore.

...

For how long, though?

Because there was a time where Scar wasn't alone, but it ended eventually. So for how long, how long until that happened again? It was a thought that haunted him during the return to its base, with not many resources gathered but a new companion accompanying him, one that kept the zombies at bay. A thought that grew into a looming dread every time she offered to go scavenging for it on those off days, the days it felt useless, dread that inched closer and closer to suffocating till they emerged past the front gate with a pack of new supplies for him to sort through and they hadn't chosen to leave him yet.

Scar wouldn't be useless to her, it decided. Then she wouldn't want to leave. He'd be helpful despite his problem, just like it was taught. 

"You sure you're feeling alright?" Cleo asked, catching Scar by its shoulder before it tripped over nothing again. 

Okay so maybe he wasn't fully recovered from that last pain episode, BUT-

"I'm fiiine, nothing to worry about!" It blinked a few times, trying to clear the wave of dizziness from his head, before turning to them with a grin. "Y'know, I think I'd be feeling much more fine if you-"

"I'm not giving the gun back."

"Dang it."

They rolled their eyes, amused as they gestured for him to take lead into the abandoned town they'd found. "You know the area better than me. Lead the way to goodies, Trigger."

And- It would have been fun, continuing their silly banter, maybe toss in a few lighthearted insults, a dumb nickname it'd been considering for her perhaps, except- 

Except Scar couldn't move.

What do you mean you can't move? No, no, dammit, not now- What's wrong, son? You need to run. Run. Run-

"Kid?"

He jolted into a step it wasn't prepared to take, gasping as it balanced itself last minute to prevent falling over. Scar looked back, and she had that same expression that.. "I-I'm good! I'm all good, I'm, uh- I'm great, actually! Let's- Yeah, l-let's-" It took a few more unstable steps to look around, trying to keep a smile on the entire time, and pointing in a random direction into the village. "Let's go this way! Yeah-"

Scar bolted before she could try to stop him. He wouldn't be useless this time. He wouldn't. He wouldn't. 

They ended up in some kind of run-down store, Cleo suggesting maybe it was a grocery store before the apocalypse hit. Scar couldn't be sure, it wasn't exactly old enough to remember what life was like before the apocalypse, and its parents didn't let him go out much after the incident, but she seemed interested in exploring and it refused to be the thing to hold them back. He wouldn't. Not this time.

Cleo took the lead this time, partly because there were a few zombies for them to scare off first, and partly because Scar didn't want them to see the increasingly obvious struggle it was having to get his legs to cooperate. So the zombie-player examined different cans and packaged goods amongst the shelves, whatever wasn't damaged or expired being tossed into the spare bag they'd borrowed from Scar for expeditions. They glanced back at him a few times, making a mental note to look for something when they were done checking the food.

"How, uh- How long is this gonna be?" Scar fidgeted as it asked, shifting his weight from one leg to the other with a wince. "Because it's getting to be late-"

"We left at dawn, we have plenty of time before nightfall-"

"Yes- Yeah, but if we take too long, then-"

"We'll be back home before your bedtime, Trig. Don't worry," She grinned, laughing at the not at all menacing glare she received. "Oh don't give me that look. We'll be back by noon."

He nods. "Uh-huh, yep, of course- And, um..and how long will that be?"

She gives it a look, and Scar realizes all too late that it had pushed this too far. "Why, is something wrong?"

And he's about to answer, to lie, until his knees give out as they turn into the next aisle and goddammit- Cleo is able to catch it before it hits the ground completely, their bag falling from their shoulder from the force, a few cans flying out and contents spilling onto the tiled floors. Scar grimaces at the sight of it, static filling its ears, and somewhere distantly he can hear the zombie asking if he was okay and he's not he's not okay please-

Get it together, Scar. You don't want them to leave you too, do you?

It pushed itself out of her grasp and into the shelves for support, inhaling sharply to hold in any noise the pain wanted him to let out. Then it smiled, wide and forced, and stood on its shaking knees. "I'm fine, I don't- I don't need to be babied, alright?" He tried to sound lighthearted, but it came out far more strained than he'd like to admit. "I..I'm fine."

Maybe that would've been more believable if it thought it were true.

There's a solemn look on Cleo's face, somewhere deep in thought, before they speak. "Stay right here, don't make any noise."

Don't make any noise.

But where are you going, mom? Scar could remember- innocent, naive little Scar could remember replying as he's placed down in the closet, a duffel bag of food and bottled waters beside him.

We're going to find safety, love. She hushed, pressing a kiss to his forehead with the last remaining love her heart had to offer in this wasteland. We'll find somewhere safe to stay, and then we're going to come back for you, remember? 

But..but why can't I come? He tries to reach out, to catch the edge of her tattered skirt as she stands. His father is somewhere behind her, nursing the infected bite he'd gotten from saving his son- saving him, but he can't see him from the closet floor. Momma, why can't I-

Because you'll only slow us down. She replies, cold and tearful, and waves his hands away from her. It'll only be a few nights, then we'll come right back. Be a brave boy for momma, okay? Brave, quiet boy.

The door shuts behind her, and he can hear the latch being shut, locking him in there, and-

Something touches its arm, and it gasps like it'd been trapped beneath the surface of the ocean all this time.

"Just keep breathing, kid- There you go, keep breathing," It..It was Cleo. She didn't leave. She didn't leave him. "Slowly, Trigger. In, and out. In, and-"

He gasped again, softer this time, and buried its head further into its knees - not entirely sure how he'd gotten into this position, sitting on the floor with Cleo crouched in front of it. "I'm- I'm so-sorry-" He croaked out, only broken up a few times by his struggling to catch his breath. "I'm sorry-"

"You have nothing to be sorry for," They whispered, continuing to rub soothing circles into its back. "You hear me? You've done nothing wrong, you're okay."

"But-" Stop stuttering, you sound ridiculous. "But if I don't fix it I'm gonna- going to slow you down, and then you'll want to- to leave, and-"

"Who told you that?"

Silence.

"Who told you I would leave you, Trigger?"

She waited, but even after its breathing steadied into a numbness in its chest and he was no longer shaking she didn't get an answer. Cleo wasn't blind - she knew the answer already, why it was afraid she'd leave him. She was wrong before, he hadn't been alone its whole life. The thought made her sick.

They reached for the object they had left to retrieve out of the pharmacy section, temporarily abandoned beside the bag they'd haphazardly tossed onto the ground when they had returned to the sight of the kid having a panic attack, and placed it between them. Scar peeked past his arms at the sound of metal lightly clanging against the floor, staring down at the thing curiously. 

"...what is that?" 

"It's a cane," Cleo answered, nudging it toward him. "Might not be the best answer to your situation, but it's better than nothing for now."

"You-" It hesitated, letting his legs drop slightly to get a better look at the cane. "..you found this for me?"

She nodded, a soft smile. "I'm not going anywhere, kid."

It's back to silence as Cleo helps him stand, showing it how to hold onto the cane and shift his weight so it wasn't so straining on its weaker side. She offers her arm when he stumbles a few times, and hesitantly it loops its free arm around hers, finding balance much easier that way.

They explore the store a bit longer, mostly to help Scar get used to walking with its cane, and the return to base is filled with stories of a friend like him back in the place Cleo called home. It laughs along as she describes him and his crazy antics, listens in awe as she tries to bring descriptions of this wonderland of a theme park he'd been creating to life with nothing but words, finds itself wondering what that would be like - not having to worry about death looming every corner, to be able to have fun and..and it's not alone.

He smiles, genuinely. He's not alone.

#beebo's journal #Untitled TCD!Cleo fic #the crafting dead #tcd scar #gtws tcd #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #cw internalized ableism #cw panic attack #cw past abandonment #cw abandonment #funfact I based Scar's pain on mine because I'm projecting 👍 #also very heavily based em on me and my dad near the end smile

[sanjisblackasswife]

Zoro and His Feelings with You (NSFW/FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader , because she calls Zoro “nigga”…like once…twice WC: 1.3K

CW: (un)Established Relationships, Soft Zoro, Implied Virginity Loss, Light Smut all together, Fluff, Zoro is shy about his feelings, Reader is described to have curly hair

@roronoaswifey Happy Birthday!✨(its still 9pm over here :(()

“I’m not even that dirty.”

“GET IN THE TUB!”

You’re never sure why Zoro always had this hate of putting some water on his body but you knew once you both started hanging out more he would either bathe with you or sleep somewhere else. As stubborn as he can be he did at least agree to two baths a week. The second only being if he needed it.

And after today he needed it.

“You smell like blood, sweats, and tears you are not sleeping with me.”

“It’s not even th—“

“Sleep outside I don’t give a damn.”

“OH MY GOSH FINE!”

Ever since you and the bafoon became more closer in your situationship, Zoro deemed more clingy to you.

He always found himself around you, taking your hand to go somewhere, and even caught himself staring at you a few times. It was so awkward on his behalf.

Eventually you caught on to it. That he liked you more than a crewmate, but dammit he made it hard to talk to him about it. He was never great at expressing romantic feelings expect through his flustered cheeks when you tease him.

“I don’t need a -“

“Shut up you smell like 40 cans of bounce that ass—“

“WHAT?!”

You move his face forward as he sits comfortably between your thighs in the hot water, he actually acted like a child, pouting while you washed his hair.

“You’re such a baby..” You said, rubbing harshly into his scalp, your acrylic nails scratching him just right he began to sink further into your touch. You heard him mumble a little with his head now laid softly on your breast.

“‘M not.”

“Are too.”

“AM NOT!”

“Raise yo voice at me again, nigga.”

The bickering between you both continued. It was always like that between you both, one moment you’re cursing at him about how horrible his diet is, the next you’re debating about which alcoholic drink is the best.

But you loved it.

It felt, natural for you both to feel so comfortable, especially since you’ve been more than that a few months ago.

Which is why this was bothersome.

Because here you are: now facing him on his lap, naked in the water as he scrubs your chest, surprisingly no sexual intent behind it, just casual conversation as he touches your body. Washing your bare torso and cracking jokes.

“….I think if you just started working out with me I—oi—.”

He looked at your face, it was an unread look behind it, Zoro’s rasped voice helps you look at him with a crooked smile,

“You alright?"

You knew by saying yes you'd be just wasting his time and yours denying because he always managed to see through your bullshit. How could you hide the look though? You always happen to catch yourself thinking about Zoro and you when you're with or not with him.

"Aye--" His hands emersed from the water to hook his finger under your chin to look at him. His sudden boldness! You gasped, taking a second to look at his features, pretty skin, shining from the water, his beautiful dark grey eyes, the subtle indentations on the corner of his lips that form dimples when he laughs with you, his natural wet wavy hair attaching to his forehead.

And those lips,

those damned lips you--

missed.

So much, you missed so much from that night.

He was so surprisingly soft. The way he held you close, the way how though he was embarrassed he couldn't stop his body from moving on its own, the way he didn't leave a mark of your body unkissed.

He was so..

special.

And you missed it.

"Common, speak to m--mph!"

You couldn't help yourself. You had to kiss him, there was no way he didn't want to be kissed if he was that close.

It may have been wrong, but then why did it feel so good? Why are his palms cupping your cheeks? Why is he breathing harshly but not letting go? Why did you feel Zoro deepen the kiss?

"I--" You both stuttered, Zoro's face couldn't get any redder.

"I'm so sorry." You spoke softly at him, his eyes as wide as can be, pupils small, and chewing at his lip.

It was so awkward between you both you wanted to rush out the tub, but instead--

"Fuck---" Zoro hummed into your mouth. You couldn't stop yourself not tonight, you felt his hands ghost over your spine to arch into him, your slit grazing against his hardening cock on his abdomen. Fuck, you missed the feeling of him.

If only you knew how much he missed the feeling of you too.

"w-w-wait wait. Zo-!" You moaned as his fingers tugged at your scalp, and the other down to your ass to give a tight squeeze to lift you a little on his muscular thigh while he nibbled lightly at your damp neck, pushing away your ginger curls. The room somehow felt hotter and steamier and though you didn't want it to end,--

"Z-zo....are w-we...ah-!"

"Are we what...?" He pulled back a little to look up at you, breathing out of his mouth.

You paused again, but Zoro wasn't having it, so he gave your butt a small swat underwater, "Are we what?”

"...Are we....together Zo...Like...in a relationship ..."

You nearly had the made choke on air. He laid back on the tub trynna straighten up, but failed horribly.

"You ask that now?"

"Yes now you ass. I just..."

"...I just haven't stopped thinking about that night we had together,...and how we got close, but....never done it again and most importantly....never...um..."

"...talked about us...I know." He looked to the left for a moment, wiped his flustered face and looked back at you, "....I have thought.....you know...about us too...and....I don't know I thought it can go unsaid that you'd be my woman now or something."

"....excuse you, you didn't even take me out on a date--"

"Those times we left the Merry together--"

"No nigga that wasn't a date that was us doing errands....but...you um....you....you said I'm yo woman?"

"Lord..."

"Nah say it.."

Zoro scoffed, you both were now aware of each other's intention with moving forward in your relationship, but just for good measure you have to tease a bit, so you looked down to his brown blushing tip and rub your thumb on it earing a hiss from

your man.

"Common." You coo'ed in his ear now grabbing the base of his cock to slowly stroke up and down. "Say it."

"Ffffffuck--y---"

"ah ah that's not nice....say...it." You applied more pressure to squeezing him, his hand gripped at your forearm, gritting his teeth. "Move your fucking hand, Zo. And say it or I stop."

"...you're my...fucking woman...pleasedontstop."

He sounded so pretty, his chest rising, you were satisfied with his answer enough to kiss him again stroking his cock, and now tugging his hair, his uncoordinated hand went from one breast to rub and pull on to the other as you slid your tongue his mouth.

Back like nothing left, the room got hot again, you began to grind on his thigh for more simulation for your clit, whining out his name brought a chill to his spine, he needed to hear more.

He took advantage knowing your sensitive areas from last time. His lips latch on to your breast and suckle.

“You! Ah! Fucker..” a choked out moan mixed with a giggle fall through your lips with him.

He was such a cocky bastard despite his red cheeks, his middle finger slightly circling your clit to push out the orgasm you been aching for, but

He stops. Admiring the angry pouty fucked out face you have from your stolen orgasm he pecks your bottom lip and suggests to finish in your room

Since you're his woman now.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #TimikosZoro #black reader #one piece x female reader #one piece smut #Zoro #Zoro smut #zoro x black reader #Zoro x female reader #zoro x y/n #zoro imagine #zoro fluff #one piece zoro #ronoroa zoro

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,624 Words

Summary: Jigsaw is not happy the twins are alive. He does something about that to someone he

Warnings: Kidnapping, Eye Trauma, Trauma, Injury, Torture (mentioned), Caps, Cursing, Death (mentioned only), Permanent Injury, Partial Amnesia/Suppressed Memories, Assault (mentioned only, implied/referenced), Vomiting (non-graphic), Abuse (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

This Is Your New Home: Chapter 2

KC blew out a sigh from his vents. His fire had gone out again. Wonderful. The damned rain had made everything far too wet to keep it lit for long. KC moved and grabbed the lighter and drier wood, sitting the old wood that hadn’t been fully burned yet to the pile of wool to dry and be reused if he could.

Upon tossing in the lit firestarter, which was cotton and old newspaper doused with lighter fluid, the flame burst back up again. Thankfully, the rain had died down now. But, the second he lit the flame again, he saw a person vaguely like Sun. Perhaps Sun had gotten a new model?

“Ah, you visit me again?” KC asked Sun.

“Aw, you think I’m your Sun?” A different voice sprouted up. This wasn’t Sun, it sounded…off. He looked up to see it was a broken and ruined model frame of yes, Sun, but also Moon. Who in the hell was this?

“Who are you? How do you know Sun?” KC asked.

“Oh, you’ll find out.” The person told him. KC expected him to sit, explain he was a dimensional traveler Sun and Moon had saved from a horrible situation as he’d heard they’d done recently.

But the animatronic did no such thing. KC only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and blacked out. KC woke up strapped to a table, what was this?

“Oh, you woke up! Wonderful! Amazing! My name is Jigsaw and your name is Paradox!” The same bot that had been there before he blacked out cooed at him. ‘Paradox’? Like hell was his name Paradox. His chosen name was Crescent, though he had yet to tell it to anyone but his children.

“Where am I?” KC growled.

“Oh, just getting one procedure done.” Jigsaw told him.

“I do not require a procedure!” KC snapped.

“Oh but you dooooo. You require one big procedure. You’re not functioning properly.” Jigsaw giggled and KC growled feeling pain.

“Don’t touch me!” KC snapped at him.

“Awww, you’re not behaving either.” Jigsaw cooed like he was simply a child, which only festered his rage.

“Let me out!” KC snapped.

“I have one little requirement to let you out.” Jigsaw chuckled.

“What!?” KC snapped.

“Beg.” Jigsaw simply said and KC gave a scream feeling his optic ripped from its socket.

KC powered on, oh thank god, he powered on. He couldn’t navigate, why couldn’t he navigate? Where was he? He felt his face and felt his optic sockets empty and ruined wires hanging from them. Right, he was ruined.

He felt cold flooring under him but it was rather soft. He felt the divots of the padding, the daycare? The padded daycare floor. He had passed out sometime after he had his spine broken in half and finally begging to be released. He’d given into that sociopath, dammit!

KC felt the floor and tried to find something familiar, where was he in the daycare? Not the ball pit, nor the garden-like area of the floor. He felt the security desk to his left.

He had been left on his brothers’ doorstep like trash. He was pathetic. A pathetic father, a pathetic brother, a pathetic existence. He used the security desk as a guide and pulled a chair to his liking, using it to hit the objects on the desk itself.

It created a successful toppling effect on the desk and, thankfully, one of the objects toppled had managed to hit the keyboard as he’d wanted and turned on the emergency alert system.

“WHO IS THAT!?” Moon yelled down.

“Me! KC!” KC called back.

“Why the emergency alert?” Moon called closer-by. He was using his fly wire down maybe? But Moon was in the daycare with him.

“Do you know someone named Jigsaw?” KC asked.

“Yes, why?” Moon’s voice got frustrated.

“He hasssszzzz aaaa…he haaaaa-hasssss a message.” His voice box began fizzling from the mixture of battery acid and bleach. Great.

“What!?” Moon asked closer.

“I kn-kn-know you hhhhhhave themmmmm.” KC growled silently as his voice box finally fizzled out.

“Oh my fucking god!” Moon exclaimed rounding the desk and KC took a few breaths. He couldn’t explain further, this couldn’t get worse.

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck did he do to you!?” Moon roared, dropping down near him and getting him up into his arms, something rather easy for him given KC was smaller than him still in this body. He patted his throat to motion for his voice box being damaged.

“Fuck, I gotta fix you.” Moon growled with rage, pure unadulterated rage. He didn’t think he’d ever heard this Moon so angry.

“That demented fucker stole our little brother and tortured him.” He heard Moon tell someone. Sun maybe? Sun was the only other sibling he was younger than. Lunar was younger than him, Earth was hunter too. And his children…weren’t around.

KC blacked out again from the agony that was his spine prior to Jigsaw snapping it in two. He woke up still blind, he supposed Jigsaw had been telling the truth that he’d disable the feature in him permanently to sight.

He felt around and realized he was in Moon’s bed. With the lack of plushies or cats or excessive pillows, it had to be Moon’s bed of all his siblings.

“You’re awake. Thank fuck.” He heard Moon sigh with relief.

“We had been looking for you for a month, KC. You lost GPS signal a month ago.” Moon told him as he helped him sit up. Moon had thankfully fixed his spine, though the pressure of sitting on the new one hurt and ached.

“It’s been a month?” KC asked softly, holding and squeezing Moon’s hand at the pain in his back.

“You don’t remember?” Moon asked.

KC was about to respond but then it seemed like the dam broke. Yes, it had been a month. His mind had suppressed memories of what had happened to him. He suddenly remembered his pelvis being broken, ribs, knee joints, ankles, hips, all of which had happened before his spine was snapped.

Horror struck him. He’d forgotten? He felt nauseous and lurched forward. Moon’s hands on him quickly left and he had a trash can thrust into his hands just before he threw up, throat burning with bile he choked up.

He remembered why his memory was suppressed from the month. Jigsaw’s favorite method of torture toward him. It made him feel sick and dirty despite being in a repaired and likely spotless body, it even felt like a new body but it still felt dirty and exposed. But he still felt dirty enough he wanted to scratch off his casing.

“You don’t have to say why you threw up, I know. You must’ve suppressed your memories because of it.” Moon told him softly and he nodded in response. “KC, it’s not your fault.” Moon told him and he took in a shuddering breath to his engines, listening.

“You didn’t ask for this. You couldn’t have. What Jigsaw did to you isn’t your fault. You’re not anything he told you you are, you didn’t deserve this, you are not a mistake.” KC sniffled a little at Moon’s words.

“I…Thank you.” KC simply agreed. It wasn’t his fault, he’d only trusted Jigsaw thinking he was a traveler sent by Moon.

“I have something that could perk you up a little. It’s not like, therapy or anything, but it might make you a little happier. Or cry. Probably cry.” Moon rambled mostly to himself.

“What is it?” KC asked.

“Let me lead you? I’ll bet you’re still not used to walking around blind.” Moon asked.

“I’m not. You can.” KC agreed and Moon gently helped him to his feet, setting the trash bin back where it was likely to be cleaned later. Moon led him what he thought was the main balcony room, given he got led through a tunnel.

“Zodiac, Horoscope, this is KC. The one I told you about.” Moon introduced. “KC, this is Zodiac and Horoscope. Your sons.” KC looked toward Moon with disbelief. Moon made him two kids?

“Dad!” KC’s new but still unseeing eyes went wide. That was Blood Moon’s voice. Moon remade Blood Moon? KC suddenly got hugged by a smaller bot, a foot shorter than him. And it felt so nice to be hugged by who he assumed was his Blood Moon.

“That one’s Zodiac, the other is Horoscope.”

“Dad?” Harvest Moon’s voice. Horoscope. His name was Horoscope now. KC felt tears building up.

“You remade them?” KC asked, voice nearly breaking with his tears as Horoscope came to hug him as well with his twin.

“I didn’t. Jigsaw made them. It’s hard to say, but he made them, abused them, and then sent them here for me to kill. But I couldn’t do it. They’re my nephews and they didn’t deserve me to kill them when they were beaten and abused. I couldn’t do that. Lunar helped rename them. So the older twin is Zodiac and the younger is Horoscope.” Moon proudly told him.

KC immediately descended into tears, hugging his twins close, his babies.

“Oh, and this one. Solar, he can’t see you, say something.” Moon told someone.

“Parade me around like a show dog, why don’t you?” ‘Solar’ scoffed. Eclipse! His oldest son’s voice.

“Go hug your damn dad!” Moon seemingly pushed Solar because Solar ended up stumbling into KC’s arms. He had his three sons.

Not the originals, he couldn’t have them back, they existed in his memories now. But he had these three, these wonderful new sons and he choked back a sob as he hugged them as close as he possibly could, fearing they’d disappear if he didn’t.

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