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wannaeatramyeon · 5 months

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Lookism x Reader: Simps

G/N. Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jake Kim. Just stupid and silly.

Goo calls Gun a simp.

He says it mocking and derisive as if it is something to be ashamed of.

Maybe it is. Gun doesn't know what a simp is. Goo opens his mouth and most of the time only shit comes out. Gun isn't about to ask and neither does he care.

"Wrapped around Y/N's finger," Goo sneers and that, Gun understands.

Maybe that's true too. He still aims a punch at the blonde's head.

Leaning over Gun's shoulder, you peer at the search box and chuckle, "Simp? Why are you searching for simp?"

"I'm researching what it means."

"Huh." Your brows knit together, wondering how he came across the term, when this is the kind of person who likes to text in either simple emojis or full sentences and no inbetween, has no idea about pop culture references and terminologies, and you had to teach him what the eggplant emoji actually meant.

A lightbulb goes off.

A Cheshire cat smile creeps over your face, " Did Goo Kim call you a simp?"

Gun turns towards you, traces of annoyance on his face, "He did."

"Well, aren't you?"

He looks down at the definition of simp again, doesn't really understand why it's meant as an insult, when at the crux of it, for Gun, it's simply someone attentive and devoted to their partner.

Gun grumbles, but he supposes: Yes. For you, he is a simp.

Kenta and Ryuhei are Executives.

Part of the exclusive club of Senior Management at Workers yet they both wait patiently in line at the coffee bar as their assistants (and yours) fidgets behind them.

"They're worried," Kenta murmurs in his native tongue.

"Why?" Ryuhei glances over and indeed all three appear concerned.

"That you think they can't do their jobs."

"It's just a coffee." Ryuhei shrugs, "Anyone can get a coffee."

"Exactly," Kenta wonders if he's being deliberately obtuse. "And it's expected that assistants get the coffee. They think they're doing something wrong because you're here."

"I know how Y/N likes their coffee."

"So does their assistant."

"I know precisely how Y/N likes their coffee."

Kenta sees the beginnings of a sulk, Ryuhei's bottom lip starting to jut out and the furrow of his brows, and sighs.

Ryuhei is being deliberately obtuse. It's not even a particularly adventurous order. Even Kenta knows how you like your coffee, having unfortunately been dragged here by his friend enough times.

They both shuffle forwards.

"One large Americano. No sugar, no milk," Kenta demonstrates, rattling off your drink of choice to the barista.

It's difficult to get wrong.

Ryuhei gasps dramatically at Kenta stealing his thunder, and receives an eye roll in return. Who cares about who places the order? Ryuhei is going to be the one that hand delivers the coffee anyway, then hang around you all afternoon being a nuisance.

"You're such a simp." Kenta complains.

Any hint of indignation disappears, and a wide cheerful grin spreads over the blonde’s face.

"I know!"

For someone of Jake Kim's size, he can be surprisingly sleuthy.

He pokes his head into the room, where the majority of his inner circle sits, hears both his and your name being mentioned and his ears perk up.

Oh?

With quiet, measured movements, sneaks over to the table, and slides into the empty space between Jason and Jerry.

"-I can't believe he is such a simp!" Brad chuckles.

"He really is," Jason agrees.

Jake leans forward, "Who is?"

Lua rolls her eyes, "Jake!"

"Me?"

Hasn't this guy kept up with the conversation? "Yeah, obviously!" Lineman adds-

And then eyes widening in shock, recoils sharply. As does the rest of the table.

Jake?! When did?! How?! What?

An uncomfortable silence descends, festers, stretches taut-

Snaps, when Jake raises his eyebrows and asks the group, "I'm a simp, huh?"

Jerry, his ever loyal sword, speaks for the first time. "You are."

Jake considers it, thinks about himself, thinks about you and his eyes soften. He grins, toothy and lovestruck, "I am."

#you should absolutely be a simp for your partner 😌#lookism #lookism fic #lookism x reader #gun park #gun park x reader #ryuhei kuroda x reader #ryuhei kuroda #ryuhei #lookism ryuhei #ryuhei x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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discordantwritings · 2 months

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Taken Back (Crocodile x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, fem afab! Reader (reader is referred to as girl), degradation, oral sex, facefucking, clothed sex/ dry humping, idk what the nice tag for getting off on a shoe is

WC: 1.9k

Summary: Your old boss is out of prison and back in action. You know he doesn’t like loose ends so you make a play to kill him before he can kill you. Things turn out differently than you plan.

Notes: I am not sure if this is what the requester wanted but my mind went to places that I couldn’t stop and I hope they like it!

Tagging: @keiva1000

Sword griped tight you wait for the lackey pirates to pass as you sneak further into Karai Bari island. Sir Crocodile’s wanted poster weighs heavy in your pocket as you mentally run through your plan once again.

Get into his office. Kill him or die in the process. Finally be free one way or the other.

Shitty plan, but it’s the best you’ve got.

Ever since you heard the news that Crocodile had escaped from Impel Down you knew you had to do this. You knew he didn’t like loose ends. You knew him well, he was your old boss after all.

For years you had worked for Baroque Works, a special agent directly under Sir Crocodile’s rule. You would go so far to say you had a decent relationship with him, as decent a relationship as Crocodile could have. You appreciated his efficiency and ruthlessness and he appreciated your obedience and skill.

You were a spy, often away from Alabasta for months at a time, and you had been away when the Straw Hat Pirates had turned the country upside down. When you got back there was nothing left for you, so you had to rebuild your life. It wasn’t easy- but your skills were more than enough to keep you above water.

But then Crocodile broke out.

It was like a knife was hanging over your head held by only a fraying thread. In every dark alley you expect to see him or one of your old coworkers, every night you shove a chair underneath the doorknob so no one can sneak in. Living in fear wasn’t much of a life. So when you caught wind of your old boss’ new hideout you stole yourself a ship and started sailing.

Now you’re here, sneaking through carnival surplus and dodging the gaze of pirate clowns. You’re not sure how exactly Sir Crocodile got in business with Buggy the Clown but you can’t really spare that much thought to that right now. It’s just a fitting backdrop for your quickly declining mental state.

You navigate carefully according to the (thankfully sound) information you bartered for and avoid being spotted as you come up on the door to Sir Crocodile’s office. Instinctually you know it’s his- painted in that signature dark green he loves so much. Sword in one hand, short dagger in the other you seep your haki into the blades. Pitch black weapons ready, you shove open the door and prepare to attack.

Sir Crocodile looks exactly the same. You figured maybe prison would have done some damage to him, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. He was still the same broad, imposing, terrifying man.

A man who was standing in front of his desk facing the door. A man who knew you were coming.

You falter in the door way as he smirks at you. All the adrenaline you were running off of evaporates in an instant as you’re faced with the cruel fact you’d be outsmarted.

You really should have known better.

“It’s been a while.” Sir Crocodile says, absentmindedly polishing his golden hook with a cloth.

“It has.” Is the best response you can come up with.

“You were really thinking of killing me? I really thought you were smarter than that.” The slight disappointment in his voice hurts more than the fact he’s going to kill you.

“I didn’t want to wait around to be killed.” You turn the dagger over in your hand, fighting to keep your willpower strong enough to empower the blade.

“Fair enough.” You feel his eyes slide over your form and you fight not to shrink away. “But what makes you think I want you dead?”

“What?” That wasn’t a question you were ready for.

“I don’t think I stuttered.”

“No- I-“ Your stance shifted, letting your guard down slightly. “I’m a loose end. You don’t like loose ends.”

Silence hangs in the air as he seems to contemplate that answer. “That is true. But why did you never think I’d want you working for me again?”

…

Admittedly, that thought never crossed your mind. You were caught up in the countless ruthless slaughters you had seen at his hand and hook. Never did you think that you could come back, that there was room for you to come back.

And now you’ve probably destroyed that chance.

“I clearly had a lapse in judgement.”

“Clearly.” Sir Crocodile pushes himself off his desk and walks over to you and you drop your now useless blades to your side, willpower having run out long ago. “If it wasn’t me this whole gambit probably would have worked. It was good to know you still had all your connections and skills. And no one noticed you sneaking around.”

“You did teach me well.” You admit as he stalks over to you.

“That’s why I’m not going to kill you.” Crocodile is standing only a foot from you now, grey eyes bearing down on you. “I’m going to take you back.”

A confusing rush of emotions swirl in your head as you process the fact that you’re not actually going to die and actually just got your job back. “Thank you sir.”

“You will have to work very, very hard to make up for this though. You did think about killing me.” He saunters back over to his desk, taking a seat behind it.

“Of course.” Of course you would never expect things to just go back to the way they were.

“Double shifts, and of course every bit of information you gained while I was away.”

“I will compile all that information for you.”

“And I expect you to come up with some other ways to get back on my good side. You’ve always been creative.”

He wasn’t implying anything. But the crazy cocktail of emotions, adrenaline, and honestly the way your mind was always a bit in the gutter had you thinking about less conventional ways to get back on his good side. There had never been anything between you two but you can’t deny that you’ve thought about it- I mean who could blame you? He was strong, commanding, and incredibly handsome. And, while you didn’t want to get overly full of yourself, you swear you’d occasionally feel his gaze on you when you weren’t looking.

If you were wrong your head might go back on the chopping block but if you were right then you’d get back in his good graces pretty damn fast.

Worth a shot.

You walked over to his desk, one hand trailing on the dark wood as you walk behind it. “I was wondering, sir, if there was anything I could do for you right now?”

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, studying you before answering. “Depends. What are you thinking?”

Of course he was going to make you say it. You can see in his eyes that he knows what you’re implying. He’s playing with you.

You choose not to say anything else, simply letting your knees hit the ground in front of his slightly parted legs. You don’t move after that, choosing to fold your hands in your lap while you wait for him to give you an order.

“Oh well look at this. Seems you are smart.” He shifts in his seat, legs spreading wider. “C’mere.”

You shuffle closer to him, hands quickly finding his belt. You swear you hear him chuckle but you’re too preoccupied with the large bulge growing in his pants as you unzip them. Reaching under his boxers you pull out his half hard length and your mouth waters.

He’s thick- so much so that you know it’ll be a challenge to wrap your mouth around him. But that fact only spurs you on further as you nuzzle up to his base and press sloppy kisses against it. You feel him harden under you and you flatten your tongue and lick a long stripe up from his base to the tip.

“Stop teasing.” His fingers thread through your hair, gripping hard as he pushes your head closer in warning.

You don’t need to be told twice. Taking his tip into your mouth you swirl your tongue around it a few times before slowly taking him further into your mouth. Crocodile groans in appreciation as you sink down, his cock slipping down into your throat until your nose brushes against his pelvis.

“If I’d of known you were so good on your knees I would have hunted you down the second I got out.” His grip pulls you back ever so slightly just so he can shove you back down again. “We’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

It’s thrilling to let yourself be used like this, the drag of his cock in your throat foreign yet intoxicating. You’re already soaked, shifting unconsciously to try and get some friction to relieve the quickly growing ache. Of course Crocodile notices.

“Are you such a whore that you’re getting off on this?” Your eyes flick up and you see him grinning down at you. “Spread your legs.”

You’re confused but you do as he asks, knees going wide and holding onto his thighs for support. It isn’t until you feel the tip of his expensive shoe between your thighs that it all clicks. You grind down on the hard surface and moan around Crocodile’s cock.

“That’s it.” Crocodile mumbles appreciatively above you.

You let him continue to use you, filthy wet noises filling the room as spit drips down your chin and onto his lap. When he’s controlling your head it’s easy to focus your effort on grinding yourself against his shoe. It’s humiliating, degrading, disgusting, and you love it. Your head swims with lust, captured in the feeling of his cock throbbing in your throat.

You know he’s close when his grip tightens on your hair and his hips buck up every time he shoves your face down. If that wasn’t enough signs, his mouth gets looser, filthy words spilling out.

“Fuck you’re too good at this- tight little throat was made for my cock, huh? It’s like you were meant to take me-“ The pulling of your hair brings tears to your eyes, just on the verge of spilling over. “You’re going to swallow what I give you- take my fucking load-“

You feel his cum hit the back of your throat and you do your best to swallow as you’re still held down. You can only swallow so much before you feel him dripping out the side of your mouth and down your chin. Finally he pulls you off and you gasp for air, face still held up for Crocodile to see. His hook comes up to your face and collects the spit and cum on your chin. He presses the cold metal up to your mouth and you lick it up without a thought, earning a groan from Crocodile.

“Such a good girl.” You’re rewarded with him pressing his shoe up to your clit. “Be a good little whore and get off on my shoe.”

It doesn’t take long now that he’s helping, forced to look in his eyes as you moan and shudder, coming undone in a way you never thought you could. As you come down he lets you go and your head falls down to his lap, head light from your orgasm.

“You have certainly proven yourself.” You feel the hook lightly brush through your hair. “And now I’ll never let you go.”

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x reader #discordantwritings

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vxnuslogy · 2 months

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🍿lights, camera, action .ᐟ

chapter 1 — red suit

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“what the hell is going on?” was all you could say as you entered your co-star’s dressing room with a half empty coffee cup.

adam looked like he was on the verge of killing someone, sera was looking at him disapprovingly, emily looked so lost and confused, and lute was recording with her phone. they all looked over at you briefly but shifted their focus on adam when he ultimately decided to continue his little hissy fit.

“i am not doing that fucking interview with him!” to further emphasize his anger he threw a middle finger when alastor’s face came on the small tv screen in the dressing room. you only raised a bemused brow before setting your things down beside lute.

“soooo,” you stretch your legs and throw the girl beside you a smile, “what’s gotten your boss so out of sorts at 6 in the evening?” lute let out a chortle before readjusting the phone she held in her hands. “he doesn’t want to do the interview.” you wanted to ask more, but the shoe that was sent flying just over your head had you shutting up.

“this is where you come in, my dear friend.” a shiver went up your spine when a familiar arm swung around your shoulders. tufts of white hair loosely tied in a ponytail paired with blue eyes slotted himself in front of you. “and how exactly am i supposed to do about…” you awkwardly gesture your hands in adam’s direction who is now holding one of your props – a silver sword you’re supposed to use in the next episode – in his hands. flinging the thing around, threatening to put someone in a coma with the way he was using it.

the way azrail grinned at you made you slightly regret coming to this dressing room after multiple sos messages emily had sent you earlier.

“because you will be taking his spot in the interview!”

the color from your face was drained and the smile on your lips began to twitch, threatening to fall apart with how azrail had started to drag you up from your seat and in the direction of his hair and makeup artist.

“says who?!” you shout in protest, trying to pry your poor wrist away from your supposed bodyguard.

“says me!”

you’ll have to talk with your scriptwriter and convince them to allow you to throw azrail into hell.

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“we’re going live in 20… 19.. 18..”

you only sigh exasperatedly. arms crossed over your chest as you tried your best to beg sera and emily to get you out of this situation despite it being too late. in the blink of an eye, you had been seated in the chair right in front of azrail’s makeup artist, trying her best to put together a simple look for you while you had tried to claw at the man beside you.

now here you were, standing backstage with one of the managers offering you a smile as you shifted from one foot to another to quench the bubbling nervousness that began to form in the pit of your stomach. the backstage was a lot bigger than you expected, it had a full body mirror right where you were situated, so you took this chance to fully soak in what you were dressed in.

your hair was in its usual hairstyle but what stood out was the bright red shirt you wore that was a size bigger than you. the sleeves hang loosely in your arms but the black vest you wore over it somehow balanced it out. paired with some black slacks and shoes, and the gold accessories – your earrings, belt and bracelets adam was kind enough to lend you made the overall outfit very put together.

“going live in 10.. 9… 8..”

“are you ready?” the manager had asked you, pressing a finger to the in-ear she wore. taking a deep breath you nodded. “ready.”

“lights, camera, and action!”

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to say you were entertained was an understatement, you were wholly enjoying your time with the man clad in a somewhat matching red suit that sat beside you. with his hair styled to the side - a few loose curls escaping - and his dapper red suit truly made you realize how much the color red suited him.

alastor was just as charming as the media presented him. you were slightly worried about how your interactions would go, after all, you didn’t know him besides the times you’d see him on tv, and even in those times adam would never fail to situate himself in front of the tv screen and flip it off. but so far, you hadn’t felt the slightest bit awkward. you, him, and the host glided from one question to another, laughing here and there whenever he cracked a little joke or pun and you wouldn’t fail to add a quip of your own.

“but i must admit, it is quite a surprise.” the host said, his hands rubbing at his chin in curiosity. “i was informed that adam would be the one to attend this interview! oh but of course, i don’t mind you replacing him, [name].”

you only laugh, crossing your leg over the other as you make yourself comfortable on the sofa. pushing away the stray hair that fell over your face, you answer the man in an amused smile, “i didn’t expect to be sitting here myself! emy had sent a few messages saying she needed help with something. i didn’t think what she needed help with was finding adam a substitute.”

“and you were the candidate?”

“unfortunately.” you roll your eyes when you catch a glimpse of adam flipping you off backstage. azrail holding in his laugh and throwing you a thumbs-up. leaning over to grab the cup placed atop the coffee table, you stop mid-sip when you hear your co-star laugh lightly beside you. you raise a brow, a smile breaking from your features, “what? finding my demise funny?”

alastor chuckles along with the crowd. you’ve already lost count of how many times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight. clearing his throat, you set your cup down and slightly turned to him, “but of course not! what kind of gentleman would i be to laugh at a poor soul’s misery. especially if it was caused by someone like adam.”

you laugh at that comment. “but it would suit your character, actually,” you say. “should i feel nervous that the infamous radio demon is now sitting beside me?”

you couldn’t help the way your grin grew wider, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling too much, as his eyebrows raised in entertainment at your comment. alastor sighed dramatically, shaking his head back and forth with his fingers pressed into his forehead.

“fear not, my dear! i’m not as bad as some people may say.” his brown eyes were shaped like little crescents because of the smile on his face. “though i have to admit, not very many people stay as calm and cool-headed as you when they first interact with me.” somehow his smile grew wider, “you are certainly one of a kind.” he mutters to you when he picks up your hand and presses a soft peck on your knuckles.

“don’t listen to a fucking word he says!”

the two of you look at each other briefly before bursting out laughing, your hand still in his all the while. streams of curses, laughter, and lectures could be heard from backstage as you and alastor try to fight off the bubbling giggles from your throats.

“now, pray to tell,” you turn to alastor with an amused smile. “what did you do to adam to have him not turn up in this interview?”

alastor laughed, eyes crinkling intro crescents by sheer amusement.

“let’s just say,” he readjusted his tie and stared directly into your eyes as if challenging you to try and maintain eye contact. “this radio demon garnered more votes than the first man in the latest popularity poll.”

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“i have to say, the media has not done you any justice in regards to that ever appealing moxie of yours my dear.”

you turn around to be met with the devil your little group has been talking about. gone was the red blazer and vest he wore in the interview, now he was left wearing his white shirt with that black bow tie of his.

“speak of the devil, and he shall arrive.” he laughs at your remark. “missed me already?” you ask playfully, cocking your head to the side just to be extra as azrail laughed at you to which you replied with a slight stomp on the foot.

“oh fuck you that hurts.” the man glared at you, clutching his now sore foot while you just stuck out your tongue at him childishly. you only snapped out of your banter when you heard the man in front of you chuckle again.

“ah it seems like i’ve been caught red-handed.” he sighed dramatically, throwing up both his hands in mock defeat making you snicker. “would you ever be so kind as to lend this man a bit of your presence?”

“hmm, i don’t know.” you put your hand to your mouth to not make the grin creeping up to your face so obvious. “my hands are, well, currently full as of now.” turning to your co-stars waiting for you in the dressing room, you revel in the slight pout on the man’s lips. though by no means was it genuine - you know that it is all in playful jest but regardless you throw him a smile. “how about we chat some other time?” you suggest.

“delightful! i’ll see you soon then, dear!” without another word, alastor turned on his heel, waving exaggeratedly at you as you let out another laugh.

when you turn around the sight of emily and azrail grinning at you while adam sneers, you tilt your head in confusion. “what?” you ask. the first two only shrug their shoulders, seemingly speaking telepathically when their eyes met and their grins grew wider. “and you?” you turn to adam. “what’s gotten your dick up in a twist?”

“fuckin’ traitors, don’t rock!”

you just snickered as you made your way inside the dressing room, starting to take off the accessories and putting them back in adam’s little jewelry box.

“sooo,” a voice spoke from behind you. “a date with the radio demon, huh?”

you only sighed half-heartedly when azrail has once again draped his arm over your shoulders.

“it was a lot easier than i expected. and its not a date.”

you wanted to punch that teasing shit-eating grin on his face after that.

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baldurs-simp · 7 months

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Gortash fall in love with the most kind, caring, silly and bold Tav. A Tav he thinks is easy to manipulate, but ultimately, she manipulates him - in a certain way. An artificer Tav to add some more spice (?)

I love Gortash at the moment, so with pleasure!

Masterlist

A loud boom shakes the manor, unsettling the dust in the rafters, telling everyone exactly what happened without the need to investigate. Everyone already knows that their lord, Enter Gortash, will already be on his way to the source of the explosion before the dust even settles again.

You're still fanning the smoke away with your hand, coughing loudly as you try to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes from the smoke. "What in the hells have you done this time?"

You turn your head towards your laboratory door that has blown open from the blast, and you can faintly make out the figure od your lover, Gortash.

"Dabbling in black powder. I may have used a bit much this time," you mention, immediately turning to your notebook on the table to scribble something down, still muttering to yourself. "Perhaps half of the quantity next time. Or a quarter?"

"If you continue like this, you'll bring down the manor before the year is up," Gortash says, tentatively stepping into the room but still carrying himself with immense confidence. "I didn't allow you to stay here just to destroy my home with your...experiments, did I?"

But it's as if you don't hear his words. You're still mumbling to yourself, noting down things on parchment pieces in a chaotic way that Gortash can't understand how you know where anything is.

He calls your name, but you only hum a response, still now paying attention to him. He has to speak your language, so to say, if he wants your attention. "What exactly is it that you are working on?"

The question makes your whip around with a bright smile on your face, glee in your eyes as you beacon him closer. "It's a firearm," you say, turning your gaze to the mangled piece of metalwork on the table. "I've read about them. They're like a ship's cannon, but smaller so you can hold it in your hand. Like a crossbow or shortbow, but less big and without the clanky ammunition that gets stuck on everything. It'll be more convenient and deadly if I get it right. But I'm working on infusing them with some magical elements, too. Like a 'fire' firearm that shoots fire pellets, or an 'ice' firearm-"

"You're rambling, darling," he cuts you off, smirking at your when you bite your lip in embarrassment. "I thought our arrangement was that you work on the weapons we already have, improving my military defense. Not trying to invent some new nonsense."

"But I've done all that and more. It's hard to improve on something that's already great," you say, pouting at him as you fold your arms across your chest. "I'm bored with swords and arrows. Don't you want to be known for something new? Something that no one else has?"

Gortash sighs, dropping his head between his shoulders as he shakes it in defeat. He thought that he had you under his thumb, but every day, he feels that it is the other way around. And yet, he will still give you all that you ask.

You ask him to give you the entrie city for your experiments and he would.

"Very well. But you know I expect nothing but excellence for this," he says, waving his hand at whatever it is that lays on the table in a mangled mess.

You giggle in glee, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek as a thank you. "I know. And you know that I never let anything leave this room until I am completely satisfied with it."

He hums as you step away from him, picking up the contraption to inspect the damage as you right a chair that has been blown over. "Oh, I need more black powder."

"More? Do you have any idea how tedious it is to find? Not to mention how much it costs."

Your eyes meet his, hoping that he will do what you ask without you having to beg for it. But he doesn't budge.

Sighing, you slowly stand up with your head hanging low and your gaze on the floor. "Fine. I guess I'll just have to find someone else who will want to help me if you do not care about me. Clearly, you do not wish to see me thrive in my craft."

You make as if to start packing up your things, making sure not to make eye contact with Gortash. As you try to walk past him, he wraps an arm around your waist, swiping you closer to pin him to his body.

"You will do no such thing, little Artificer," he growls, staring down into your eyes, making sure that you do not look away. "You will leave of I say leave and if I say you will stay, then you will stay. Do you understand?"

"Oh, big, mean Gortash, giving orders to someone that could blow him up with a simple stumble," you say, smiling up at him as you playfully wrap your arms around his neck. "What exactly would you do to me should I defy your orders?"

"Terrible things."

His quick response tells you that he doesn't have a clue what exactly he would do if you went against his orders. It makes you smile and slowly pull out of his hold around you.

"Then, I should get back to work. And you should leave. I do not wish for you to get hurt in my workshop," you say, giving him a light shove towards your door as an instruction to leave.

"Will you be dining with me tonight?"

"If you leave now, then I shall, my love."

Gortash finds himself beaming at the pet name you have used for him and your acceptance for eating with him tonight again. He smiles to himself, not caring that he might be falling in love with you. For with you by his side, you two could be the most powerful couple in the land.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 gortash #enver gortash #enver gortash x reader #baldur's gate 3 #request #reqs open

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inoreuct · 7 months

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Since it’s spooky season, may I request a demon Sanji offering Zoro some food?

i was supposed to post this for friday the 13th, but it got way more dramatic than i planned… thank you for the ask!

Y’know, when Sanji became a demon, he hadn’t expected to have to deal with moss infestations.

He is aware that that sounds rather ridiculous and makes little to no sense. The long and short of it is, he got himself cursed. Dumb, yes, he’s aware of that too, but how was he supposed to have known that the rare herb garden he’d stepped into was guarded by a territorial (and rather unhinged, in his humble opinion) occultist?

But as far as curses go, this one really isn’t so bad. Sanji had just sort of… accepted it, after a while, and it certainly hadn’t hurt that the whole becoming a demon gig came with its own massive underworld castle filled with invisible servants. He shudders, peering into a mirror and brushing an invisible speck of dust from his horns. He could have been turned into a goat, or something. How the hell would he cook if he was a goat?

Back to the topic at hand, he has a visitor. A human, of all things! Wandering about the underworld! Sanji’s scrying bowl had offered him a view of short green hair and three swords hanging from a belt, and honestly? He doesn’t know what to make of it, and now the man is hovering in his entryway, poking at a 6th century vase that Sanji is fairly sure holds some Roman emperor’s dead body. He checks his reflection one last time, sucking at his teeth before he phases into shadow, hovering just outside the edges of the foyer. The flames of the candelabra flicker in an invisible wind and the man whip his head around, looking for a threat that isn’t there—

And Sanji coalesces right behind him. “Hello, little huma— Ack!” A sword swings for his neck in the space of a breath and he leans back on instinct, not putting much effort into it—

The tip nicks his throat and draws blood.

Sanji’s eyes go wide. Oh, this just got interesting.

Regular blades can’t hurt him. Can’t even touch him; they pass right through his form like he’s made of liquid shadow, but he feels this cut. The faint sting, the hot trickle over his tendons, the smell of his own blood thick in the air. He hadn’t even heard the sword unsheathe.

The man is backing away, eyes wild; Sanji huffs a laugh and melts into the shadow again, reappearing just in time for the man to bump into him with a loud swear. Sanji needs to stop calling him The Man. “What’s your name?”

The Man scowls as he holds his sword ready, and it pulls at the vertical scar over his left eye. “Like hell I’ll tell you. I’m not gonna let you use me for whatever— witchy shit you wanna do.”

Sanji raises an unimpressed brow. “First of all, I’m a demon, not a witch. And second, it doesn’t work like that. You need my name for spells and such.”

“Which is?”

“Now why would I tell you?” He grins, sharp and sweet like the song of a blade through the air. “You’ll know mine when I know yours, Marimo.”

“Marimo?” his visitor scoffs, and Sanji shrugs with a genial smile even as Marimo bristles. Better than The Man.

He turns around, gliding through the foyer more for the sake of having something to do than actually trying to go anywhere, and of course Marimo follows. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” he sighs, side-eyeing the man as he squints warily at a bust of some sort of cat with seven eyes.

“Nope.”

“What’s the deal, then? A human all the way down here? Hell isn’t exactly the most popular vacation spot, y’know.” Sanji pauses and gives a pointed look to the weapon that had drawn his blood. “And that is not a normal sword.”

Marimo’s eyebrows twitch, the only sign Sanji gets that he’s surprised. “Cursed blade,” the man grumbles, rubbing a thumb over the hilt. “And I’m looking for someone.”

“…In Hell.” Sanji’s skeptical.

“My best friend got himself kicked through a portal, alright?” Marimo protests, lip curling in irritation.

“Ha! Good luck with that,” Sanji huffs, walking again. “Nobody new’s been down here except—” Wait. He spins on his heel, and Marimo narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Dark hair, chatty as anything, about… yea high?” he asks, lifting his hand as an estimate, and he lurches back when Marimo leans all up in his face with his eyes like sharp granite.

“You know something.”

“One of my… acquaintances said something about it, yes.” Mihawk had mentioned a guy suddenly popping up. Monkey something-or-other. Loofah? He opens his mouth to speak right as he hears an odd growl, and Marimo pulls back with the tips of his ears turning red. A huff of a laugh slips out without Sanji’s permission. “Alright, come on,” he decides, creating a shadow door and waiting for the other man to follow. “Can’t find your friend on an empty stomach.”

They walk straight into the kitchen, and Sanji gets to work whipping up a plate of omurice. He was a chef before, and he still is one; he’ll feed anyone who’s hungry. He might not be human or alive (or is he? He still isn’t sure) anymore but he refuses to let go of the values that he’d lived and breathed by, no matter how… questionable his unexpected guest may be.

He is done in a matter of minutes. “Eat.” The plate scrapes as he slides it across the countertop with cutlery, but Marimo just glares. “What? Don’t like eggs?”

“Isn’t there some rule about getting trapped here if you eat?”

Sanji resists the urge to roll his eyes, because Hell’s bells, this man is stubborn. “Look, that’s all bullshit, alright? Eat, or I’ll make you. This is the only place around for leagues that has food you could possibly digest. Or would you rather go hunt for elephant scorpions?”

The man recoils. “The fuck are those?”

��You don’t wanna know.” He nudges the fork and spoon closer, crossing his arms with an expectant eyebrow.

Marimo raises one right back, but he hesitantly picks up the cutlery and digs in. “…So you eat human food,” he mutters after a while, and Sanji looks up from where he’s washing the dishes.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dunno,” the other man muses, taking another bite. The dim light of the wall sconces makes his three golden earrings gleam, highlighting the gnarly scar across his chest. “What with the whole demon thing.”

“Not all of us have a taste for mortal flesh,” Sanji sniffs, examining his cuticles coolly before getting back to scrubbing.

He’s feeling a little strange. Maybe it’s the human interaction after so long of being down here with just his invisible friends and other demons for company, but it’s making something hurt right behind his ribs, where his heart beats more slowly than it has any right to. He’d missed this. Cooking for someone else. Banter. Companionship.

He takes a shaky breath and plunges his hands into the water, grabbing a frying pan and scouring it viciously. No use reminiscing and chasing pipe dreams.

“Oi.”

Marimo’s voice catches his attention, and he rinses the sponge. “Hm?”

“How’s the—?” The man gestures vaguely to his neck, and Sanji’s fingers fly up to his throat to feel for the cut.

“Oh, that.” It’s already mostly healed, and he tilts his jaw to the side to show it. “S’fine. See?”

Marimo grunts, turning back to the last bites of his food. “Sorry.”

Sanji stills, something wild flaring hot in his ribcage before he mentally wrangles it into submission. He wouldn’t have expected an apology from anyone— much less this man. “It’s no big deal.”

“Still,” Marimo says gruffly, sliding the plate back over, the ceramic scraped clean. “And thanks.” He blinks for a second before nodding to the empty plate, as if it isn’t clear enough. “For the food.”

What the fuck. Sanji takes it, feeling like he’s in a bit of a daze. Marimo had seemed like a bit of a brute at first, with his scars and his close-cropped hair and his physique and the stupid shirt that was open halfway down his damn chest (Sanji, don’t look, it doesn’t matter how many muscles he has), not to mention the three swords. He’s bullheaded but obviously skilled, and— who the Hell is this guy?

“Who sent you,” Sanji breathes as he sets the plate down, something sinking in the pit of his gut. He readies one hand behind his back. There has to be a catch.

Marimo frowns. “Nobody sent me, I told you I’m looking for my—”

He lunges. His claws are around the man’s neck in less than a second, digging up into the soft part of his throat. Marimo’s Adam’s apple bobs against the pad of his thumb. “Who sent you,” he hisses again, and it comes out less steady than he likes.

Sanji doesn’t know why he’s affected. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. He has not fallen so far that the thought of this small bit of— of courtesy, of company, being a farce should feel like such a betrayal.

So why does it?

He tightens his grip, gaze boring into eyes that have gone granite-dark in the low light, and yet Marimo does not pull away. The man tips his chin up, allows the point of Sanji’s claw to dig just beneath his trachea. “Nobody sent me,” he repeats evenly, chest rising and falling with his breaths, and Sanji holds back a snarl. He has been alone for too long for some human to come waltzing in and fucking up his life with— whatever this is, only for him to get butthurt because it wasn’t real. It’s not even that big of a deal and he feels fucking ridiculous.

“If you’re lying—”

“I’m not.”

And it seems like he really isn’t. Marimo’s pulse is rock steady, his gaze unflinchingly neutral, tracking Sanji across the room even as the demon slowly pulls away.

“I’m sorry,” Sanji mutters, leaning back against the sink and pressing a hand over his eyes with a tired exhale. “I apologise, I— I lost myself.”

“S’okay,” Marimo says cautiously. His swords clatter against each other as he stands and pushes the stool in with his knee. “I should… get going.”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, Sanji shakes his head a little and smoothes his hands over the front of his blouse. He snaps his fingers, and a shadow door materialises in front of the other man. “This will take you to the acquaintance I was talking about, Mihawk. He’s your best bet at finding— What’s his name?”

“Luffy.”

“Luffy. Right.”

Marimo hesitates, and Sanji feels like something’s gotten caught in his throat.

“It gets lonely here, doesn’t it?” the other man asks abruptly, turning to face Sanji properly.

He swallows. “…Sometimes,” he concedes, keeping his tone light. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Marimo gives an aborted jerk of his head, like he hadn’t been able to decide whether to nod or not. “Luffy’s appetite is crazy. He’ll be hungry when I find him.”

Sanji can’t help but laugh. It seems to be becoming a recurring problem. “You asking if I’ll feed him?”

“Yeah. Because I think you’ll say yes.”

A smirk pulls at Sanji’s mouth, and he lets it lean sharp. “Do you have a death wish, planning to come back to a demon’s castle?”

“Maybe,” Zoro mutters, but he matches Sanji’s expression tooth for tooth. “But the food’s good, and the company’s… decent.”

Sanji really does roll his eyes this time. Unbelievable. “You’ve got some nerve, Marimo.”

“Zoro.”

Zoro. It echoes around in his skull, sets something sparking up under his skin. “Zoro,” he tries, cocking his head before he nods to the shadow door. “Get going, idiot. That isn’t going to stay open forever.”

Zoro takes a step backwards. “You haven’t told me your name.”

Sanji purses his lips to hide his chuckle. “Come back with Luffy, and maybe you’ll find out.”

The last thing he sees is the swordsman’s grin before the door dissolves, leaving him alone in his kitchen with a feeling in his chest that he hasn’t felt for ages. Fuck, this Zoro is trouble.

Sanji drags his hands over his face and groans, but he’s smiling.

All he does in this damn castle is laze around and cook for himself. If it means cooking for someone else, and decent company… Well, a little trouble couldn’t hurt.

#zosan #zosan au #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #zoro #one piece #ino’s ask box

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sprout-fics · 8 months

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Hi!! I saw that you were taking requests for Gaz and was wondering if we could get more headcanons with him in the Omegaverse or Witcher au? Whichever one you’re feeling! I really enjoy the way you write him and just love it whenever he appears in fanfics. For me he seems like the sweetest of the TF so whenever he comes on screen or appears in a fanfic his presence is super calming? I especially love the way you write him because you put so much effort into writing his character and making sure he’s portrayed well. Love your content and I hope you have a wonderful day✨!

I LOVE Witcher Gaz. I see him as such a knight in shining armor persona, like all the stories of medieval chivalry and honor. Have a quick drabble of a great story idea I had

For @glitterypirateduck's GazFest

The forest is quiet around you as you stand propped at an odd angle amongst the willows, Their long, hanging branches drape like a veil across your bare shoulders, dressed in nothing more than your chemise, exposed to the misty dawn as it rises over the glade. The bark presses harshly against your back, and even as you try to struggle your bindings don’t relent. The hunters who have left you here likely lurk nearby, hidden in the ferns as they await their prey. You can feel your heart race on the underside of your jaw, skin erupting in goosebumps as the chill of sunrise whispers across your flesh.

A sound, quiet, subtle, but one that makes your gaze snap up beyond the curtain of willow branches that hangs as a curtain to shield your form.

“Stay back!” You call desperately, and whatever creature has decided to investigate your strange situation pauses, seemingly concerned. Yet then it continues, and a shape slowly draws closer to the branches before lifting them up to reveal your hostage form.

Not a creature. A man.

You blink in surprise, not expecting to see another hunter this far out into the glade, where you’d been dragged against your will and then set as a prized bait for the thing the hunters seek. The man before you looks just as startled as you do, dark skin covered in dark leather armor, boots muddied, armed to the teeth with a bow, a blade, and a sword at his side. Armed far more than what a typical hunter would be, and you blink again as you realize exactly what he is.

A witcher.

A fearsome, deadly hunter that pursues prey of a different breed, things that would easily devour you and yet pose a meager threat to his strength. Terrifying superhumans designed to kill. Yet as you regard him you take in the softness of his brown eyes, his full, parted lips, and the expression of surprise but concern painted across his gaze.

“Are you alright?” He asks, voice accented in a tongue you recognize. His arm is still holding aloft the branches, allowing soft sunlight to stream through and alight your exposed form. It backlights him in heavenly yellow, and for a moment you think he looks like an angel.

“...You’re not a unicorn.” You breathe in your surprise, and his eyebrows raise in bemusement.

“...No, I’m not.” He replies, and makes to step inside your circle. The branches tickle his broad shoulders where his pauldrons sit. “Is that why you’re here?”

You nod eagerly, making a point to struggle in your bindings that prevent your escape. “They- the hunters. They heard there was a unicorn in this forest. They dragged me out here as bait and then left me.”

The man hums, takes a step towards you. He smells like cloves and the musky scent of pine. You tilt your head to look at him, slouched as you are.

He’s so close.

“Why you?” He asks as he glances around, likely looking for the other hunters, and you feel yourself warm under his question before you mutter your response.

“Sorry?”

“I’m a virgin.” You snap, embarrassed and irritated. It doesn’t seem to surprise him, and you wonder if he knew the answer from the start. Cheeky bastard. Yet he doesn’t comment, choosing instead to examine your bindings. When he draws his blade you gasp in fright, only for him to hold up his hands placatingly.

“Easy, I’m going to cut you free. Is that okay?” He breathes, and he’s so gentle that it makes something flutter in your chest like the slow flap of mourning dove wings. You nod, and one of his gloved hands braces you forward, just enough to bend you so he can reach your wrists, and then the rope at your waist. “There, isn’t that better?”

You nod, feeling your face warm under his stare, ignoring the little ounce of self-satisfaction in his gaze. Yet it morphs into worry as he catches your hand, examines the red ring of rope burns on your wrist.

“How long have you been out here?” He asks gently, eyes soft. Your wrist feels warm under his touch. You tell yourself it’s just your inflamed flesh.

“Since yesterday morning.” You confess quietly.

He looks angry at that, and you realize it’s only on your behalf. You hadn’t asked to be out here, had pleaded the entire journey with the men to not try and kill the creature they were after. It had been to no avail, and they had left you without water or food for a full day in their crazed quest to slay their prize.

“I can’t leave you here.” He mutters, as if to himself, and your heart leaps in your throat. “Can you walk?”

You take a tentative step forward, bare feet brushing the dewey grass. The unsteadiness in your legs flares suddenly, and you stumble forward into him.

“Careful, dove.” He murmurs, and you blink at the endearment, raising your head from where it’s rested, just above his heart, up into his face. He looks a little embarrassed he’s let it slip, and for a moment you want to tell him you don’t mind. Far from it.

Before you can say as much, however, this strange witcher bends to lift an arm under your legs, hauls you up into his arms with superhuman strength. You squeak in surprise, and feel the rumble of his chuckle vibrate in his chest.

He begins walking purposefully away from the glade, and if you listen you can hear the snoring sounds of the hunters dozing in the trees.

“...My name is Kyle.” The witcher holding you offers once you’re past the clearing. “If you’d like, you can call me Gaz.”

Gaz. It suits him, you think. It’s lovely.

“Thank you…Gaz.” You whisper softly, and hope he doesn’t notice when you lean into his warmth to ward off the chill of dawn. You offer your own name, and dart your eyes up to his face to see him smile.

“You know…I actually haven’t seen any unicorns in these woods.” He tells you after a few minutes of walking. You look up at him then curiously, eyes wide as you meet the endearing softness of his brown eyed stare.

“In fact, I think the loveliest creature I’ve seen in these woods is you.”

#gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x you #gaz x female reader #gazfest #gazfest drabbles

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namis-gf · 3 months

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HELLO NAMIS GIRLFRIEND 🫡🫡💥💥💥💥💥 would love to request some general mihawk x reader hcs !!!!!!! gn or masc reader if you please ^_^ love him and his bigass unblinking eyes . thanks in advance !!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡

hi hello anon!! this was rlly fun to work with, i think mihawk and a silly little creature is truly the dynamic ever.

summary: meet-cute turned meet-ugly on kuraigana island. collective hc thing about awkward!mihawk and a gn!reader who doesn’t know when to shut up to save their life.

word count: 580 words // 0.5k

cw: none!

with roronoa zoro returned to his captain, and perona’s soul floating far from her body as usual — dracule mihawk is perhaps a little lonely. while it's something he wouldn't admit, or truly let bother him in any way. but it is strange, the lack of noise and clatter around the castle. at first, he takes the opportunity to relax. read more books, lounge around, train every once and a while.

the routine is boring. he feels as though he may crawl right out of his skin. however, one morning, he discovers a surprise. on the way back to his makeshift training grounds, after feeding the many monkeys with swords, obviously — he finds an intruder.

and, well, maybe that isn't exactly the right word. you're young, have an androgynous air about yourself, and are currently hanging from one of the bear traps perona set up on a whim. he has to stifle a laugh, albeit small, since he'd warned her that roronoa would most likely fall victim.

but it isn't his ward, back from travelling already. he cuts you down from the tree, and offers a gloved hand. you get to your feet with a grin, looking him up and down.

"ha! i didn't actually think i'd find you here," you laugh, bending forward a little to catch your breath.

he only stares back, blinks once, and then twice.

"i just mean- uh, there are a lot of rumours, you know! when i was travelling around the neighbouring islands, they told me this place was haunted."

mihawk sighs. tourism, one of the most dreadful crimes of all. maybe even worse than piracy, or men with red hair who don't know when to stop talking. you remind him of one in particular, which doesn't help his already souring mood.

"i am not surprised," he says, tone measured, "many fear the unfamiliar. kuraigana is home to no phantoms, or vampires for that matter."

you can't help the smile that spreads unwillingly across your face. the barkeep at the last inn you'd slept in had indeed spoken of a vampire lord. "heard that one through the grapevine, huh?"

that stare is back on you again, and the moniker 'hawkeye' is starting to make way too much sense. "i beg your pardon?"

"don't worry about it," you snort, waving a hand in dismissal. "but i do have a favour to ask, you mind if i stay over for a bit?"

"..."

"listen, i have a good reason, okay?" you plead.

"and that is?"

"well, i may have taken something kind of important. from someone important. by accident, obviously, i'm totally not a pirate. i don't believe in piracy at all," you explain, gesturing to the ocean far behind you both. "and honestly, the guy seemed pretty mad, so i kinda just uh-"

"i get the feeling that if i let you continue on like this, we'll be here all day," mihawk says, before turning abruptly and heading back toward his original destination.

you run after him on a whim, expecting either rejection entirely or the cool steel of the sword he has strapped across his back. "hey, hey, wait up! i thought we were getting to know each other!"

"no time for that now," he replies, doesn't even turn to check you're following. "if what you say is true, i suppose leaving a poor mouse out to be eaten alive is unbecoming of a warlord."

"whatever you say, mr captain warlord sir."

"..."

"sorry, sorry! oi, watch it-"

FIN

happily ever after. he only kills u a little bit

#one piece #one piece x reader #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #requests #requests open #gn!reader #mihawk x gn!reader

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mentaly-british-biologist · 6 months

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How TF2 mercs enjoy pool days:

Ok, so this may be based on my own beliefs on what they would do during a pool day, but screw it. I want you to think of a scenario. All the mercenaries finally decide to go on a summer break to a nice hot area [Orlando, Cancun, whatever you like.] however, they didn't exactly read the website correctly, and instead of getting into a resort with a public pool, they end up getting a personal pool with their resort house. This will include Ms. Pauling because yes.

Scout:

-Immediately jumps into the pool, clothes and all.

-Says he played an 'Epic prank' on Medic by putting Ms Pauling's bikinis in his bag instead of his swimming trunks.

-Hits everyone with pool noodles for hours, apart from Spy. He can never find Spy.

-Planned a sick joke with Sniper to push Medic into the pool. [More on that later]

Soldier:

-Has to be stopped from covering himself in honey before jumping into the pool. [For the sake of that poor water filter]

-Also hits multiple people with a pool noodle and ends up sword fighting with Scout.

-Tries to take bites out of the pool noodles, as well as all the other foam items he can get his hands on.

-Refuses to take off helmet despite being halfway underwater.

Engineer:

-Stays on the sides, will occasionally jump in as long as his mechanical arm is wrapped up tight. [Water damage, yknow?]

-Adores how Pyro has so many different toys to play with by the pool, often watches over them as they play with them.

-Only one who takes photos

-Made a little beach themed watercooler near the hot tub to fill with alcohol and drinks.

Demoman:

-Ends up making personal drinks for everyone, a bartender at the hot tub.

-Absolutely destroys his skin by not wearing sunscreen, ends up walking away fried.

-Somehow sets fire to the water in the pool.

-Falls asleep in the pool at multiple points in time, sometimes face down. [Soldier flips him over, can't let him drown]

Heavy:

-Basically the lifeguard in all this chaos, wondering how the pool is simultaneously on fire and freezing. [It's Demoman and Sniper's fault]

-When he jumps in, it becomes a goddamn wave pool, and I'm talking about the ones that could drown people.

-He normally hangs out in the hot tub beside the pool, not normally going in unless it's important.

-Wants to chat to Medic, but he can never find him near the pool. Talks to Spy instead.

Sniper:

-Hangs around the deep end of the pool, hanging off the edges like spooder man.

-Never knows where Medic is during the morning and afternoons, so he decided to help Scout with a prank so he could figure out what's going on with him.

-Normally has a soft drink during the slow pool hours when everybody is relaxed.

-Threw ice into the pool when it lighted up. It did nothing.

-Like Soldier, still wears his hat despite being up to his neck in water.

Pyro:

-Refuses to even touch the water. The only time they jumped in is when the water was set alight. Loved every second of it.

-Has many water-safe unicorn toys and rubber ducks by the side of the pool to play with instead of actually going in the water.

-Keeps the mask on. Cmon, what did you expect?

-Can and will sit in the sun for the entire day if possible.

Spy:

-Stays cloaked whenever Scout comes around the pool with his pool noodle.

-When he does decide to get in the pool, the ashes of his cigarettes get in the water. Yuck.

-Wears only the finest of wool woven swimwear shorts. [That's a lie. They're silk too.]

-Found Medic one night. Drowning. Was a bit confused, but pulled him out anyway.

Medic:

-Physically does not know how to swim. Packed Ms. Pauling's bikinis instead of his own swim gear, so he didn't have to. Scout found out and pretended that it was his doing.

-Doesn't like the loud noises of the day, so usually comes out in the evening, dangling his legs into the water of the deep end.

-Comes out in full uniform like a weirdo. I'm talking about the lab coat, the white cardigan, the white shirt, the red rubber gloves, the baggy rouge/brown trousers, the black boots, all of it.

-Got pushed into the deep end by both Scout and Sniper. Started drowning, and eventually Spy found him and pulled him out.

Ms. Pauling:

-Sits by the side of the pool, usually with a martini or a cold drink.

-Got confused when she found her swimming costume inside Medic's suitcase.

-Usually dives into the pool with grace... with her glasses still on. Refuses to also take them off, due to the fact that she won't be able to see without them. [Excuses, excuses.]

-Will normally get a call from the Administrator. Everyone goes silent when this happens, due to the fact that they're supposed to be working.

Yeah, I think that turned out pretty well, but these are just headcannons. Agree if you want, but you don't have to.

#tf2 medic #team fortress two #tf2 #tf2 heavy #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 ms pauling #tf2 demoman

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axcel-lucci · 1 year

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FUCKING FINALLY!

Trafalgar Law x reader

Note: this is my brainrot so that means it may or may not be that good.

It was a very hot and bright day in the middle of the ocean, a great day to do laundry for the heart pirates

(Y/n) carried baskets of now clean but still wet blanks out on the deck to hang, and as she hung them and clipped them to the line so they won't fall, Law appears.

Though he looked quite distraught, which isn't that much new considering his sleep schedule and work.

"(Y/n)-ya..." He called and took big large strides just to get to her in a few steps

"Hmm...?" She hummed as she looked up at him

"I need your honest opinion" he said

"Alright" she smiled brightly as law nodded and started to hype himself up by breathing exercises and telling himself he could do it.

'do what, exactly?' she thought as she watched him, presumably, calming his poor heart.

"So here it goes." He huffed, "would you go out... With me?"

"Huh?" She was taken a back, not by the proposal, but by how he said it.

It was said in a quick manner, as if he blurts it out just to get that heavy feeling off.

"I-i meant what I said" he cursed himself when he stammered.

"No... That's not what I meant" she laughed softly, "what I mean was that... I was just taken a back by your sudden confession... I... Honestly didn't expect you to like me... And... Yes... I would LOVE to go out with you"

He seemed ecstatic, to say the least...

Like a kid when it's mother said "fine" to it wanting a new toy it wanted for months.

"Really?!" He mused happily; "you really would??"

She laughed and nodded

"Great...! Are you okay to have a breakfast date with me tomorrow? We're arriving at an island, so..."

"I think that would be lovely" she smiled as he grinned

"Great...! Meet you here tomorrow by... 7?"

She just nodded as he smiled once more and raced back inside.

It honestly made her laugh at how enthusiastic he is about it, too.

Next day...

(Y/n) decided to wear a yellow off shoulder dress designed with big and small sunflowers at the bottom as it stopped right by her knees, and also wore some flat shoes.

"Should I do my make up...?" She asked to herself before shrugging and just put on some lipgloss instead.

She soon found herself walking over to law once she spots him at the deck

He left his sword and hat by his room so that no one would draw attention to them,

"You look beautiful..." He muttered when he was checking her out

It made her smile softly, "thank you"

His eyes immediately snap to hers, clearly saying she wasn't supposed to hear that, it honestly made her chuckle softly.

"A-are you ready...?* He damned himself for being this nervous as she smiled tenderly.

"Yes... I am ready" she answered

Meanwhile, the crew were literally punching the air at how their plan had worked.

Mostly used Bepo to convince him to confess already and even got a date out of it.

"Fucking finally...!" Shachi groaned

But seriously, there's some sort of tension between them. Sexual or romantic.

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece

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hanniejji · 2 years

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i am kaedehara kazuha!

[ big brother!kazuha x little sibling!reader ]

summary: i am kaedehara kazuha! the mini one! yes, i am wearing onii-san's clothes!

note: xiao, loml, my beloved, forgive me for setting you aside :'< also had to stare at kazuha's outfit for this one AND FOUND OUT THAT THIS. MAN. IS NOT. WEARING. HIS HAORI. PROPERLY. idk but you but that's kinda muwah hot | m.list

words: 1123 | warnings: n/a

"thank you for letting us stay in until the storm passes."

the old woman waves him off, busying herself by preparing a pot of tea.

"do not fret, young man," her gentle smile flashed images of kazuha's mother in his mind, urging him to smile as well.

liyue's been plagued by numerous storms these past few days and finding shelter has been a difficult challenge. kazuha knew that caves are not enough of a shelter when it comes to the weather. that and he has to keep in mind that your health would deteriorate if he doesn't find any proper shelter to keep you warm and comfortable. not like sleeping in a stranger's house is any way comfortable. luckily, the two of you were close to qingce when the third storm hit, enough time for kazuha to find someone who was willing enough to let the two of you stay.

honestly, he has your cute face to thank for.

the old lady was hesitant when he approached her, which was understandable, considering that qingce is quite far from the harbor and many suspicious people always pass by the road. but all doubt was washed away when she saw you clinging on his back, wrapped in a red blanket that was tied to his back like a makeshift carrier.

you had raised your face when you heard him talking to someone, peaking over the cloth and looking around the place in wonder.

"onii-san, where are we?" your droppy eyes and tiny voice was enough to convince her.

it's been a day since she had taken in the two of you. apparently, she has a soft spot for children—what old person doesn't? kazuha thought. the way kazuha takes care of you reminded her of her own children when they were young. she handed kazuha a few change of clothes and allowed him to help her gather herbs and food, in awe when they returned to a clean house and your tiny figure sweeping around the kitchen. safe to say, she's very fond of the two of you.

the day after that, kazuha spent the morning helping around the hut in exchange for her kindness and is now hanging around the living room, helping her prepare the herbs for the tea.

he has yet to change back to his now clean clothes, distracted by the old lady's stories of her life and liyue's legends.

"i see," she had a soft smile on her face, listening to the reason why he had decided to leave inazuma with you. "i'm glad you chose what's best for the two of you. a nation with war building up inside is not a place for a child. it makes me wonder if vision bearers are blessed or burdened by the responsibility that the archons have given them."

kazuha must've expressed his genuine surprise on his face for she had chuckled, shaking her head.

"i am by no means disrespecting the archons. your story just made me question your achon's intentions when handing the visions, only to take them away by force."

this conversation was not what kazuha was expecting when he had decided to share a fraction of his and your life. so you cannot exactly blame him for being too invested in the conversation, not noticing you waddle out of the house to take your and his clothes from the hamper outside, waddling back to the room that the both of you were staying at.

at first, your only intention was to fold the clothes and set it aside so you can easily change back to them after the storm.

but then you saw his sword leaning on the wall. it's rare for kazuha to not bring his sword anywhere he is. perhaps it's the comforting atmosphere in this village and the harmless people living here. but nonetheless, your curious mind was once again running around the space.

the next thing you knew, you were bunching up the sleeves of kazuha's haori around your elbow.

"onii-san's clothes are too big for me," you pout, letting the sleeves down, the left sleeve being restricted by the sheathed sword in your hand. indeed, his haori is too big, as expected. half of the cloth and sleeves are resting on the floor, looking like a dress and drowning your tiny figure.

"maple? come out, granny made some tea for us."

"ah," your head snapped towards the door, almost dropping his sword, "coming!"

kazuha poured tea in his and your cup, making sure to only fill yours halfway and listening to the pitter patter of your feet against the wooden floors.

"oh my," the old lady gasped.

"hm?" kazuha looks back at the old lady in front of him, an eyebrow raised at her amused smile and the mirth in her eyes. he turns behind him to look at where she was staring.

his hand shook around the handle of the tea pot, setting it down with a little force.

"m-maple!?"

there you stood, clad in his black and maple patterned haori with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword that was strapped around your hips—he hoped you didn't hurt yourself while wearing that—the other on your hips.

"i am kaedehara kazuha!" you proudly exclaim, "a wanderer who roams the land! i am one with nature!" with a beaming smile that seems to cause kazuha's heart to burst into pieces, you crouched to jump as high as you can, mimicking the way he uses his skill whenever he fights against monsters. it was your favorite! sometimes, he would carry you and his vision would propel the both of you up high and you'd see the world at a higher perspective.

kazuha, despite his self-control, feels himself and his heart melt on the floor.

"my, your sibling is most adorable!"

you giggled, thanking the old lady for the compliment and skipping towards kazuha's weakened figure on the floor—not like you're aware of his inner screaming—raising your arms and turning around, the long sleeves flowing around you.

kazuha is one breeze away from tearing up.

"does it suit me, onii-san?"

"it does, little one," he tries to fix the haori around your arms, patting the wrinkles away, "it's way too big for you, but it doesn't make it look less good on you, maple."

"when i grow up, can i get a similar one?"

if kazuha wasn't already sitting on the floor, he would've fallen on his knees by now.

with a soft smile on his face, patting your head, he promises you.

"of course you can. we'll get you a similar one, one day."

he's already calculating the amount of money and the number of commissions he needs to do in his head.

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oddlydrawnpuppets · 1 year

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HEY YALL IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING YOU EARLIER BUT

The chapter is almost finished I SWEAR I’m SO SORRY it a been taking so long but yk Christmas happened then new years and I got super sick AND on top of that I work a full time job it’s just been so much. SO as an apology I wanted to give you guys a sneak-peek of what to expect from this chapterl!

Excerpt from Turning Shadows into shapes

Chapter 2, Embrace the Unknown

Tim made his way up the staircase and went to Damian’s room. He found that the brat had left his door open, and he peeked his head inside, looking for traps. Damian was at his desk, sharpening and carefully inspecting one of the many swords that he usually hung on his walls.

“What do you want, Drake? Surely you did not come to my room just to stand in the doorway.” Damian called out, still sharpening his blade.

“Are you busy right now? I wanted to ask a favor.”

“Does it look like I’m busy, Drake?” He cleaned and oiled the blade, cut his thumb purposefully and put it back in its scabbard before hanging it back on the wall.

“Um, yes?”

“Good to know your eyes are working. Now leave my room.” He grabbed another sword from the wall and unsheathed it, glaring at Tim.

“It’s important, there are unknown metas in Gotham, it could be trouble.” Tim called the brats bluff, keeping half of himself in Damian’s room. There’s no way he would stab him… again… right?

“Last chance Drake, I have not yet cleaned this blade, so I have no qualms with dirtying it. Leave.” He pointed the blade threateningly at Tim, unblinking. Okay so maybe he wasn’t bluffing. He needed to get Damian interested in this fast, or else this was going to be like when the brat first showed up all over again.

“You know, I thought one of them was one of your clones at first, he looked exactly like you.” That caught the brats attention. He lowered his blade slightly as Tim continued. “I think he’s somewhere around your age too, only reason I knew he definitely wasn’t you is because was he was smiling, oh and his eyes were blue.”

If Tim blinked, he wouldn’t have been able to see how quickly Damian sheathed his blade. Something he said had caught the demon brats attention, and he wasn’t going to question it as long as all his blood stayed on the inside.

“What do you want me to do Drake?” Tim took that as permission to enter the room, ignoring the glare that was still pointed in his direction.

“I’m directing a debrief on the situation, as I have the most information on the two of them. I haven’t been able to get any photos of their faces, though, and I know you’re an artist, so I was thinking you could maybe help me out?” The question hung in the air for what seemed like forever, Damian glaring at Tim, and Tim ready to book it if things go wrong.

“Your share of Alfred’s cookies. For a month.” That… wasn’t too unreasonable, especially for the brat. Something was up.

“That’s it?” The question was met with silence. Everyone would kill for Alfred’s cookies, including Tim, but if he could get Damian to actually work with him on something, maybe the cookies were worth it. “Deal.”

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monty-glasses-roxy · 3 months

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We lowkey talked about this before but I feel this deserves its own moment. So, Prototype Freddy, the headless guy, right?

What if Cassie and the others get him all fixed into a whole Freddy again (I like the idea that his repaired self mirrors Glamrock Freddy's like earring on the other ear and chest bolt facing the other way,) so he becomes their friends too.

And most of them at least, especially Roxy I think, not only welcome him with open arms but straight up treat him as 'their' Freddy AKA totally replacing Glamrock Freddy-- which only further isolates and excludes him when "choosing Gregory over them" already did that too.

I feel like that'd sting for Glamrock Freddy especially with Chica if they being longtime friends or family for being older mascots is a thing.

Also sting in a different way if Roxy and Prototype Freddy actually end up with a far better affinity than she and Glamrock Freddy ever did.

And to rub more salt, eventually Cassie finds Bonnie as well and they try to fix him as much as possible until it's st least enough for him to come online. Then when it's time to catch up with old friends or meet new ones, they have Prototype Freddy there instead of Glamrock Freddy.

I don't think Cassie would do any of this to purposely target Glamrock Freddy but I kinda feel like Roxy would be bitter enough to. After all he "chose that brat he calls a son Gregory and CONTINUES choosing him over them all despite everything he's done to them, so if that's the bed he chose to make then he's going to have to lie in it."

Oooooo this is fun

Imma start by thinking that if Roxy never liked Freddy before, then she probably wouldn't welcome a repaired Freddy into the group very quickly. That whole dynamic would be pretty interesting though, like Roxy could be getting between him and the others every chance she gets to try and make sure he doesn't hurt them again... It might be appreciated at first, I mean this guy looks almost exactly like him and talks with the same mannerisms as him, it's gotta be a bit difficult seeing him around again. Presuming everyone's fixed up, then yeah I can see Roxy going the over protective route until she's outright told to stop. Roxy's a security node/guard dog with nothing to guard anymore, and several very hurt friends to watch out for, she just fell naturally into this without even noticing :(

But that just makes the turnaround more fun, right? Despite everything, Prototype Freddy is a good guy! He could listen to her, try helping her out with whatever it is she's up to, find it funny when she starts a golf club sword fight with Monty, be nothing but protective of all of them, be so damn respectful of her boundaries she starts to feel bad for yelling at him about it... and gradually, she stops watching him like a hawk, waiting for an excuse to kick his shit in. At some point, these two are hanging out and getting along perfectly well it's crazy to her how similar he is to the old Freddy but so different in every way that matters. They're friends now! She wishes this Freddy was the Freddy they'd had from the very beginning! Things would have been so different with this guy and it pisses her off sometimes!

And oh god yeah it'd sting so fucking bad for the others, especially Chica and Monty that the old Freddy chose Gregory over them. He basically sacrificed them and for what? It's such a betrayal, and since they and Sunny and Moon were all friends with him, I can see at least a few of them forgetting this isn't the same Freddy every now and then. He says something they don't expect and they flinch as the truth hits them all over again... that's gotta hurt. Were they not worth anything to him? How could they do this to them?

That's fun...

But yeeessss bringing Bonnie back in a situation like this (though without the prototype Freddy) is something that I have happen in my Meteors AU and it's gold. How do you handle waking up after maybe a year has passed to discover your almost boyfriend set a rabid child on all your friends and family, then ditched them when they needed him the most? How is he supposed to take that? Denial? A desperate spiral into camera footage and questioning, searching for answers? For any kind of evidence that they all might be mistaken? That this was all just one big misunderstanding? His Freddy wouldn't do that... He wouldn't! He's sure of it!

And this Prototype isn't Freddy! Why is he here?! Did everyone just replace him?! This is some Fazbear Entertainment levels of bullshit!! His Freddy was worth more than that!! How could they do exactly what Fazbear would have done and just swap him out for a new one?! What's wrong with them?!

The pain is so good for this oh my god I love it

I like to think that once the reality of what Freddy did sinks in, Bonnie grows to hate him. It hurts to hate him, but he's so fucking betrayed by what he's done, how can he not hate him? He can't still love him! He can't! (He does) It's not fair!

And Freddy would be devastated by all of this holy shit. Seeing everyone with the Prototype, happier with the Prototype, and feeling like everyone moved on and replaced him. Even Bonnie. Heartbreaking.

And yeah you're so right. Cassie wouldn't have done any of this to target Freddy, but Roxy would have for sure. Maybe the idea that this would upset Freddy if he ever sees it is what convinces her to give Prototype Freddy a chance? A kind of "I'm going to pretend to be your friend on the off chance Freddy sees and feels like shit for it" turning into her genuinely valuing his company kind of thing. Maybe he kinda figured that's what her plan was originally and decided to just go along with it and let her do her thing, being genuinely surprised himself to end up friends with her? Lotta ways you can play that!

I love this Prototype Freddy is neat!!

#fnaf security breach #pop rox answers #behold!!! talking about the only version of freddy I actually think is cool!!!#Ruin Freddy is cool as fuck!!!#you go you funky lil headless monster!!!#all he needs now is a horse!!!#lmao anyway this is fun and I love this

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cheolsfae · 3 months

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Hey!! can you do a reading on enhypens niki type and soulmate? love your readings!!

Sure! This is going to be his ideal type. Soulmate

*Disclaimer: solely for fun! Please do not take this seriously. For entertainment purposes only!*

Past: knight of pentacles, 6 of wands

First thing that came to mind was slow burn. Someone who is successful. Someone who is willing to take things slowly and just build a good solid foundation as friends first! Just make something more grounding so it lasts a whole lot longer. He wants someone kind of playful. More youthful energy (I would hope so. He's young lmao).

Present: 3 of wands, page of pentacles

Again, slow moving progress through out this reading. He just kind of wants to wait it out before he makes any kind of offer to whoever. Just test the waters a bit with this whole friendship first. He is kind of stubborn about this. Like he wants it this specific way or nah, it's not going to work out. But my dude, not everything can go exactly the way you want it to. Just go with the flow of it! Enjoy it! He really just doesn't want to get swept up in the idea of someone. Which is understandable but I don't think he will if he uses good judgement and gets his friends advice.

Future: page of swords, the hanged man, 5 of wands

Kind of getting the vibe he wants someone who isn't constantly watching over him. Like someone who isn't going to be insecure and constantly worry if he's talking to anyone else. He may have experienced something like that before and it may have caused a whole lot of fight. But I also get the vibe he wants someone to worry about him but not overly so. Like oh hey they thought of me and were a little concerned about how I'm feeling. How sweet (Bare minimum btw). That type of thing. Maybe someone who can change how he views on life. He is pretty young, he doesn't really know a whole hell of a lot just yet.

Bottom of the deck: Ace of swords

He's trying to keep this energy of this is what I want this is the way of how it's going to be. He's got like a strong hold on this. If he doesn't let go of expectations it's going to lead him to someone or something that will lie or betray him. Like, it's going to just keep him up at night and cause all this anxiety. He needs to let things flow the way they are intended to go.

*Oracle deck was also used!

#—faes readings #enhypen #enhypen tarot #nishimura riki #enhypen niki #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #jake sim #kim seonwoo #park sunghoon #jay park #kpop tarot

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬… 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬! [Part 2]

↬ May 10th was Maid Day!! The residents get the perfect idea of letting Sebastian rest for a day while they take care of the chores in his stead… while dressed up as maids. Of course, they need a little guidance about what needs to be done, so naturally, they address Sebastian as their Goshujin-sama and ask for orders!

► Find Part 1 here! [Napoleon, Mozart, Leonardo, Isaac, Vincent, Theo]

Arthur as a maid: The Chatty Maid

This maid's mouth moves more than his hands! Arthur is past the stage of complaining how he prefers to see pretty girls in maid outfits and not a bunch of men, and has moved to the stage where he entertains himself with "bothering" them instead. Since Mozart can't do absolutely all the cleaning on his own, Arthur took the task of sweeping the floors... which is a great excuse to visit all other maids around the mansion and see what they're up to, especially Theo and Isaac. Needless to say, he's not exactly committed to his task...

Jean as a maid: The Ruthless Maid

Jean is a beautiful angel of death in his long monochrome maid dress. He uses his sword to remove spider webs without a problem. Though, taking out the trash is his true forte! Soon, however, the other maids start hearing some questionable noises, like furniture being moved around. It's not until they spot Comte's favorite armchair among others of his belongings thrown out through the front door that they realize exactly what Jean means when he says he's getting rid of the trash in the mansion.

Dazai as a maid: The Troublemaker Maid

This maid only makes more mess! Cleaning the windows is best fit for Dazai, as it serves as a punishment for the one who is at fault for getting fingerprints all over them...however, Dazai is all for the "work smarter, not harder" policy. Just as the others are about to blame the Ruthless Maid for the horrifying hounds of broken glass, it turns out that Dazai has begun de-windowing the windows. "No need for cleaning if there isn't anything to clean!" combined with a pinch of "You won't have to get up to open for me when I knock on your windows anymore!"

Shakespeare as a maid: The Dramatic Maid

This maid appears very hurt that they haven't invited him to celebrate maid day at the mansion - but worry not, he appears in his own maid dress( & hair gathered in a small ponytail) at the door nonetheless! Shakespeare enjoys the chaos happening around him, gathering ideas for his next play. He ends up being made to clean after the others, but it's fine by him. Contrary to expectations, he makes a pretty decent maid.

Comte as a maid: The Clumsy Maid

This maid has never held a broom in his whole life! Comte has a hard time with the roles swapped around, as he discovers the difficulties of taking care of the household as a servant and not as a master. He ends up knocking things off the shelves while dusting, breaking plates while doing the dishes, hanging the curtains upside down... even for a sensible centuries-old being like him, some things remain hard to tackle without experience. Has a lot of head-tilting moments as he's genuinely confused with how it keeps happening.

Bonus: Sebastian as a master: The Worrywart Master

This master is...just not cut out to be a master. With Sebas' natural sense of discipline and reasonable strictness, noone expects him to be such a wreck when put on the other side of things. Once all the maids are dispatched on their respective tasks, it all gets quiet, and he's left to ...sit on the large armchair, and, supposedly, rest? In just a couple of seconds he stands up, goes to the painting on the wall that he noticed is tilted a liiitle bit to the left, and fixes its position. He returns to the armchair. Then he stands up and fluffs up the pillows on the couch because someone didn't do their job, and it would just be quicker. Sebastian is so not used to staying idly that he simply doesn't know how to stay idly; what's more, he feels bad about letting his dearests masters push themselves so much (he's clueless about just HOW MUCH of a mess is happening, even if he has his suspicions). Once the day is over, relief is written all over his face... both master and servants start bowing and thanking each other, the maids for the hard work Sebastian does for them on the daily, now that they saw up close just how tough it is - and Sebastian, for the gesture they did for him but also for finally letting him take care of what he does best...

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Cursed {Werewolf!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Masturbation, mentions of religion, mentions of previous monster fucking, descriptions of encounters, pregnancy, lycanthropy

Comments: Finding a naked man on your doorstep is surprising. Even more surprising is what he tells you. He is the wolf that had taken you months ago under the full moon. And he is here to claim you and the thing that he says is in your womb.

A/N: Part of The Wolf Series

** This as also a part of @clydesducktape The Moon in May Writing Challenge Week 3 (May 15-21) : Cursed

DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT: This is a monster fucking fic. If you can’t handle the fact that non-con is a part of this, please roll on by.

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

“You are carrying my seed.”

You blink at him, barely able to comprehend his meaning. You’ve never met this man, obviously never had him between your thighs to have your womb filled with him. Unless….

He obviously sees the way your eyes change, the light dawning in them as you understand what exactly it is that he is telling you. Nodding slightly, he waits to see what your reaction is.

“I- you?” You shake your head, wondering if you are still dreaming. Unable to believe that he might be insuauting - he is insulating - that he is the beast that had taken you on the forest floor. You had ventured out, found the spot where it had happened when you had gone back to the lake to retrieve your shift and slippers.

The small portion of the forest floor isn’t significant in any noticeable way. There is a fallen log, covered in moss and mushrooms growing along the edges where the wood has started to rot and provide fertile soil for the fungus. There is nothing to scream that that is where the beast tackled you, captured its prey and shoved its cock inside you to rut into you like the animal that it was.

You remembered everything about it, while you were standing there, staring at where your fingers clawed at the moss, embedding it under your nails that took scrubbing your hair to finally get it out. The fear, the long moment of pain melding into the overwhelming sense of being full. Turning into your body enjoying the treatment. Being used.

It had shamed you, but you had laid back down on that spot, this time on your back and replayed that night in your head. Skirt rucked up over your waist and cunt exposed to the elements while you touched yourself. Imagining the beast taking you again, making you dizzy and weak as you cum around its giant cock again. Forced into pleasure.

Cumming harder than you have by any of your other methods. The scents of the forest, closing your eyes brought you back to the moment better than laying in your bed, trying to recall it. You had cried out loudly, disturbing whatever animals that had been around you and as you panted to catch your breath, you wondered if the beast had heard you.

Now he is standing in front of you. Much more human than you had last seen him. The long dark hair on his head and face hid most of his features, although you can tell he has a sharp nose. “You- you are….the beast?” You ask softly, frowning slightly.

“Si…yes.” He corrects himself, ducking his head once in acknowledgement of what you are asking.

“How?” It’s strange that you are not angry. Not screaming at him for the way he had taken you as the beast. Filling your belly with his seed and now cursed to bear his fruit. He frowns for a moment, halfway expected to have to defend himself against an attack. He knows there is an old sword hanging above the threshold of your cottage.

He had seen it that night that he had brought you back into your home. Ducking down so he did not slam his head against the frame, he had been eye level with the still sharp blade when he had left you laying in your bed, your cunt licked clean of his spend.

Now, as a human, his flaccid cock twitches slightly at the memory. Recalling how rich you had tasted on his tongue. Wondering if you would taste different now that his seed had taken root.

“Cursed.” He rasps out, swallowing again and trying to remember how to talk to another person. “I- was attacked by a creature, bitten.” He explains. “We- my companion and I killed it. And the next moon, I became the beast.”

Your eyes widen, absorbing what he is saying, wondering for a brief, horrifying moment if you would change into a beast like he is. He had been normal and then, after being attacked, changed into this creature. Cursed, as he put it.

“Is it just during the full moon?” You ask, needing to know more about him. You try not to look at his body, even though it’s hard not to notice that he is naked. His flaccid cock swings free and you feel your cheeks heat up when your eyes fall down to it.

This entire thing is crazy, insane. You would be stoned for being a heretic for the idea that this might even be possible. Witchcraft or the devil’s curse. Still, the burn of your body lingers in your mind. The howls that filled your ears when he pushed inside you and then when he flooded your womb with his seed. All of those things are the ones you think about rather than what the hunched over old priest in the village would think. He was only there a few months at a time, traveling around his area to make sure the souls of his flock were kept clean by the coin they paid the church.

“Yes.” His answer brings you back from your memories, the dark eyes watching you closely. He’s tense, wary. Watching you to see how you react to him. You wonder briefly if anyone in this world has been told this story.

“I’m sorry, I-” You turn, ready to go back inside your cottage and do what, you don’t know. You still don’t think this is real. You have to be dreaming. You must have seen this man somewhere on one of your village trips and are now imagining this interaction. There is no way this man is the-

“I took you on your stomach.” You freeze, heat curling in your gut at the raspy words. His rough voice sliding through your core and producing a burst of near pleasure. “Not far from here. On your knees, face pressed into the moss with my jaws around your neck while I mounted you.”

Your knees feel weak, making you grip the edge of the doorway, turning to face him again. His eyes are steady, still meeting yours as if he either were unashamed of his actions or that he knows that there is a dark part of you that wants to create it. Can he smell your cunt right now? Can he sense that you are dripping at the mere words?

Mounted you. That’s exactly what the beast did. He mounted you. Hips framing your ass, trapping you under him while that cock pounded into your body and made you moan and whimper, gasp and cry out. Filling every crevice inside you until you were stuffed with him and then pushed in some more. You had never had a lover take you in that kind of way before, normally just laying you down and spreading your legs to climb between them, but that was…animalistic.

“I-”

“You passed out when I started to lick you clean.” He growls slightly, fists curling at his sides and it brings your attention back down to his cock, noticing that it is slightly fuller than it was when he first sprang to his feet. Starting to swell either because it was morning or because his own words were causing that reaction. “Lick my seed from your cunt and clean up the mess I had made when you creamed all over my cock.”

Heat floods your face, a small gasp tearing from your lips as you remember how hard you came. Your entire body trembling and shuddering with pleasure while the beast kept hammering away into your cunt like he was possessed. Although now, you think that he might have been, if this man was the wolf that had fucked you senseless.

“Did you-” You shudder and continue on. “Did you- were you in- in control?” You are nearly breathless when you ask. Wanting to know if this was a man who just took what he wanted or if he was unable to control the creature that resided under his skin.

You believe him, your question proves that yourself. Unless he was watching as the creature mounted you in your forest, he had to be it. There is no other rational explanation and yet, this entire thing is irrational.

He, Pero, shifts his weight, shaking his head slightly and you see the way that he bites his lip under the long, wiry strands of his beard. Now he seems a bit more unsure of himself. Maybe because he was lying, or maybe because he was unsure if you would believe him. After a long moment, the silence stretching between you, he finally shakes his head.

“The beast, the wolf, he is in me - even if I am the wolf.” You think you understand his meaning. While he changes into the beast, it’s a creature that is apart from his own consciousness. “I smelled you, the beast did, and then he had to have you.”

You nod dumbly, unable to do much since your entire body is again flooded with warmth. It’s almost like you are just as hot as that night. Feeling the weight of your shift on your body even though it is paper thin. Not the heavy wool one you would wear in the winter, but the muslin on specifically made for warmer weather. Nearly see through and threadbare. The shift you had left on the rock that night.

“You are not scared of me?” He asks, titling his head and watching you, sharp eyes missing nothing and you wonder if he can sense your heart beating wildly in your chest. Or maybe heart it. You know you can hear the pounding in your ears.

“I was.” You admit, slightly breathless as you struggle to take in enough breath. Feeling like you had run that same path through the forest again. “When I was running, when you - the beast - threw me to the ground. I thought I was dead.”

It is on the tip of his tongue to tell you that he had been toying with you. That he had let you continue running far longer than you had to. He could have taken you right near the edge of the lake, but he had wanted the thrill of the hunt. He enjoyed the chase. But he doesn’t.

“But you are not attacking me now.” He has a point. He has given you plenty of time to grab your father’s sword and lunge at him. To thrust the blade into his belly and kill the cursed beast.

“It is already done.” You tell him, unable to admit that you liked what happened to you. That the animal who had taken you had opened your eyes to desires you had never dared to dream of before and now you thought of those jaws around your neck while it’s wet cock dragged against your ass as he desperately tried to position to thrust into your cunt.

He nods, looking down at your belly and there is a glint in his eyes. A flash of yellow in his orbs that has your pulse racing and your cunt clenching. The wolf. He looks back up at you, standing straighter and puffing out his bare chest slightly. “You are carrying.”

He had said that when he woke up. HIs words echoing in your head, ‘you are carrying my seed’. You wonder if he knows your fears that you had last night. Your hand drifts to your stomach. A life. A child. A monster?

Pero growls, another cunt clenching moment passes and he nods. “Sí, yes. El bebé.” He tells you, although you know what he means.

“Did- how do you know?” You demand, not even knowing for sure yourself. You had realized you had not bleed since that night, that the smoked boar had made you feel sick, but you had not really determined if you were pregnant yourself. Wouldn’t you know before anyone else?

There is a moment where he chuckles. A low, raspy rumble that makes you think that this is not a man who laughs often. Or at least he has not in a while. Perhaps he has been alone this entire time. He looks like he has. HIs hair is in good need of a trim and so is that beard, although he is cleaner than you expected a naked man to be.

“I can smell it.” He tells you, again those eyes flashing yellow. Possessive and possibly proud as he looks at you. Whether that was the beast or the man proud of his prowess, you don’t know. Perhaps a combination of the two. “You saved the meat, no?” He asks, knowing full well you had when he had observed you from the treeline days after each gift had been left on your doorstep.

As a man, he had known what had happened was wrong. But the beast, the wolf inside him knew nothing more than instinct. The mating of a female in season and breeding her properly, filling her with his pups. Checking on you, providing for you, was to soothe both of them. The beast demanded that his female eat, that you not have to hunt while you carried, sure that he had filled you that night.

He had watched you shamelessly, even if he had not come closer. As a human, he had been curious to learn about the human that the wolf had chosen. He would be spending more time with you than the beast inside him, only released once a full moon.

“I did.” You nod, a small thrill racing through you, the confirmation that the meat had come from him, absolutely amazes you. “I smoked all of it and my larder has never been fuller.”

His chest puffs out even more, pride filling him. He had provided for you, shown you that he could keep you and the pup from starving. At least that is what the wolf is practically growling in pleasure about. He nods, happy that you have saved it and obviously will eat well soon. Not that he won’t add to it. Now that he knows that you are carrying, he will bring you more. Except after he changes back, he will be the one to process it, to preserve it for you and babe. “Good.”

“Do you live nearby?” You wonder how far he had come, how far he traveled when he was in that form. Was he close or did he smell you from afar? What was the range of a werewolf during their monthly change? Was it only monthly? You have so many questions but you don’t want to overwhelm him all at once.

Again, he nods, making you curious to find out where he lives. What he wants from you. “In a cave near the river.” He tells you, making your eyes widen slightly. The river wasn’t too far away, even though your lake was closer. A small stream near your house was fed from the river, a branch off of it.

“You are sure that I am pregnant?” Again, it is insane, that this man is telling you that you are carrying his child. This man that you have not set eyes on ever and yet you have had him inside your body. Obviously not in this form.

“Yes.” Pero nods again and looks around the clearing where your cottage stands. “The wolf, he will not leave.” He tells you honestly. Deciding that he needs to be truthful with you. “He has claimed you. Bred you. Taken you as his.”

You swallow and your hand spreads wide over your stomach again, inhaling sharply at his declaration. The wolf claimed you. Bred you. Taken you as his own. Provided for you. You think about this, think about everything that has happened and wonder what will come.

“Is the baby cursed?” You ask, eyes widening at the thought of having a wolf growing inside you and clawing to get out. “Will it- will it be like you? Like the beast?”

Pero doesn’t have an answer to that. He doesn’t know for certain. He has never met another one of his kind since he has been bitten. The wolf he had killed had never turned back into a human, it had stayed in it’s monstrous form after he had dispatched it to hell. Taken on it’s curse through the wounds he had taken. He knows nothing about the wolf other than what he has learned.

That part of this makes him uneasy. The idea that he could pass this curse on to his child. That he would breed an army of werewolves from your womb. Because the wolf would not be satisfied with this happening just once. He already knows that. The pleasure that you are bred is too great for the beast inside him.

“I don’t know.” He tells you honestly, stepping closer to you, hand out and there is a question in his eyes. Wanting to make sure that you will let him get closer. “This curse came to me through a bite, so I don’t know.”

That scares you, that he doesn’t have answers for you. That he can’t give you a definitive answer to your questions. It’s apparently something that you will learn along with him. You have no doubt the beast will not let you be alone during this time. The wolf has already proven that it comes around every month to check on you, to watch over you. It was obviously protective. You nod, understanding that this is territory that is new for him. You’ve never seen a werewolf before that night, so you have no insight into it.

You let him closer, creeping slowly until his hand touches you. He touches you for the first time since that night three months ago. His large hand slowly covers your womb and there is a growl that comes out of his throat, the yellow in his eyes lingering for longer than a few seconds and the beast within senses his spawn. Cursed or not, it was his.

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