#there is something so intimate about being comforted by someone's smell alone

[911-on-abc]

I never thought I would say this before, but werewolf buddie AUs mean everything to me

#not really a fan of A/B/O bc I don't really like the inherent themes of biological essentialism that come with the trope #and werewolf AUs often have an alpha/omega dynamic involved in it #BUT #I do love the idea of having a pack and *forming* a pack #and Eddie and Buck's bond existing at this primal level #also 'scenting' as a concept is just so delicious to me #there is something so intimate about being comforted by someone's smell alone #mmm #plus I think Christopher as a little wolf pup would be sooo cute #my post

[pascallftv]

Headlines (Pedro Pascal x Reader)

summary: you and pedro had been close friends since the movie you shot together wrapped nearly a year ago. you decided to have game night with some friends at your apartment, but pedro stays behind after everyone’s left. a little too much wine and pent up feelings lead to the moment you’ve been fantasizing about for months.

wc: 3.4k

warnings: SMUT! 18+ age gap, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

MY MASTERLIST

You waved goodbye to the last two of your friends, closing the door behind them with a sigh of relief. Your social battery was running low after nearly 6 hours of card games, and probably an entire bottle of wine. You were sobering up, but you still felt a nice buzz. You closed your eyes and put a hand over your forehead, inhaling a deep breath.

“You okay?”

You turned towards the couch, your heart race picking up. You had totally forgotten that you had one straggler left: Pedro. But, you didn’t mind. You cherished alone time with him, which was something you hadn’t had recently. Both of your schedules were booked tight between press and various photo shoots to promote your latest projects. It had already almost been a year since the film you met on wrapped. On set, you and Pedro hit it off immediately. You both had the same goofy sense of humor, and fed off each other’s energy. You admired Pedro’s kind heart, and he admired yours.

You kept in touch after the film wrapped, texting and calling nearly every day, and meeting for coffee or lunch whenever you could. The only issue was you were in your mid twenties while Pedro was nearly fifty. Your innocent friendship didn’t translate well in news articles. It was impossible to have a platonic relationship with a male counterpart without it being misconstrued as an intimate relationship in the headlines. Deep down, the headlines enthralled you. You were sure Pedro didn’t feel the same way, but there was something about the fine lines by his eyes when he laughed at your jokes and the way he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you through doors made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, but you knew you couldn’t act on them. There was no way Pedro would feel the same, let alone date someone who was half his age. Yet here he was, alone with you in your apartment in the middle of the night, both of you tipsy.

“Yeah, just tired.” You responded, sending him a reassuring smile, walking towards his spot on the couch.

He was slouched back in the couch, his legs spread comfortably in front of him. His arm was draped across the back of the couch, his other hand propped on his thigh holding a glass of wine.

“Come here.” He said, patting the cushion next to him. You wasted no time sitting down next to him, the musky smell of his cologne engulfing your senses. He returned his arm to the back of the couch, placing it behind you head. You were sitting close enough to where his knee was barely touching yours, his body heat radiating through his tight jeans onto your bare skin.

“I haven’t had you alone like this in weeks. I miss this.” Pedro said, his big brown eyes staring down into yours. You know his words were innocent, but your mind went elsewhere. Your lower belly was taught with nerves. Why were you so nervous? You’ve never felt so on edge around Pedro.

“I’ve missed this too.” You muttered, your eyes glancing down at his lips subconsciously. You couldn’t help yourself.

“Is something bothering you? You seem nervous.” Pedro furrowed his eyebrows. He brought his arm down to cradle your shoulders, rubbing soft circles into your shoulder with his thumb. His touch littered your skin with goosebumps, and you felt heat beginning to grow between your thighs.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.”

Pedro didn’t believe you. He could sense how tense your body was. Your fists were curled up in your lap, and you were avoiding eye contact. It worried him. Had he done something to make you uncomfortable? The thought sent a pang through his chest. He cared about you so deeply, the last thing he wanted was to see you so on edge around him. He couldn’t help but wonder if the news headlines were affecting your friendship.

“Is it the headlines? You know those journalists are full of shit. They’ll makeup whatever they can to get clicks.” Pedro said, angling his body towards you. You glanced up at him, shaking your head.

“No, it’s not that.” You said, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“If you’re worried about people thinking we’re together, we can keep our distance. I understand.” Pedro said quietly, his hand leaving your shoulder. Your stomach dropped at the loss of touch.

“Distance is the last thing I want, Pedro. It’s just..” You began, averting your eyes to your hands in your lap. You didn’t know what to say. Your feelings for him were bubbling up and you wanted to tell him everything so badly, but you didn’t have the courage. There was no way he would feel the same, and you couldn’t risk losing his friendship.

“Just what?” Pedro questioned, taking a sip of his wine before setting his glass on the coffee table. “I’m not ashamed of you. I don’t care what anyone in the media has to say about us. At the end of the day, our friendship is more important than some fucking random journalist’s clickbait.”

Your eyes returned to his. His doe eyes were soft and full of care. You loved his eyes so fucking much. You took a deep breath. You suddenly built up the courage.

“I’m not ashamed of you either. I’d be lying if I said I’m not scared of the headlines. They scare the fuck out of me. I know we’re just friends, but what if the rumors start affecting your gigs? I couldn’t let that happen to you.” You began. “I saw a headline the other day claiming that we’re hooking up and that you’re old enough to be my father. Does that not concern you?”

Pedro furrowed his eyebrows once again and stared down at your face that was full of concern. In all honesty, he had seen all the headlines, but they excited him. He was to the age now where he didn’t give a fuck about headlines. No matter who he associates himself with, he’ll face backlash of some sort. Why veer from the people who make him the happiest? You had made him the happiest he had been in years. You were young, but you were so incredibly wise, caring, kind, and unbelievably funny. He wanted more than anything to take it to the next level with you, but he was so much older than you. You were not only an amazing person, but you were gorgeous; you could pull anyone you wanted, so he felt intimidated. Why would you choose him over someone closer to your age?

“I couldn’t give a fuck less about those headlines. Would it really be that embarrassing if those headlines were true?” Pedro said, his hand finding its way back to your shoulder. Your heart felt like it was going to pound through your chest. Did you hear him correctly?

You were speechless. You gawked up at him with parted lips. You didn’t know how to respond. Of course you wouldn’t be embarrassed, you’d actually be quite content if those rumors were true.

“If I’m being completely honest with you, I wish they were true.” Pedro voice filled your silence. Your stomach was doing backflips. His hand moved from your shoulder to your jaw, his fingers tracing along your chin, his eyes admiring every detail of your face. Your body began to give into his, your torso angling towards his subconsciously.

“Can I kiss you?” Pedro whispered, his hand burrowing into the hair at the back of your head.

You’d forgotten how to speak, so you nodded vigorously instead. That’s all Pedro needed.

His lips crashed into yours, his other hand gripping your waist, pulling your body into his. Your lips moved in sync, not too soft, but not too harsh, just needy enough. You’d been fantasizing this moment since the moment you met Pedro all those months ago. Your hands migrated to the back of Pedro’s neck, then to his chest. God, he felt so fucking good in your hands.

In one quick motion, Pedro lifted you into his lap, deepening the kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, grazing along your teeth and tongue. You felt high off his scent mixed with the sheer passion behind his touch. Any sense of doubt of his feelings for you were long gone. Your hips grinded down into his lap, your center meeting his already hardening erection. It ignited a fire deep in your abdomen, and you let out a breathy moan at the sensation. Pedro pulled away from your kiss for a moment.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He breathed out, his hands running down the length of your back to your backside. He firmly gripped the flesh of your ass through your thin shorts and brought your hips down harder into his. He tilted his head back against the couch with a moan. His erection met your clit through your shorts, making you suck in a fast breath.

“Fuck, I need you to touch me.” You muttered, pressing your forehead to his. You were both breathing heavy, your lips ghosting each other.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” Pedro said lowly, his hands spreading your ass through your shorts. His hips bucked up into yours, your head flying back in arousal.

“Touch me.” You began, grabbing his dominant hand. “Here.”

You brought his hand down to the front of your shorts, making him cup your heat. You were throbbing so intensely that it hurt. You weren’t wearing panties, and you were sure you were going to soak through your thin, cotton shorts soon. Pedro wasted no time in pushing your shorts to the side, his fingers brushing along your core. You were completely soaked, his fingers becoming slick with arousal.

“Jesus christ, you’re fucking soaked.” Pedro grunted, his fingertip brushing your clit. You jolted from the sensation, your hands gripping his shoulders to keep yourself steady. You were so fucking desperate for his touch. Your face fell into the crevice of his neck, the smell of his cologne became more intense.

Pedro placed his lips to the side of your neck, peppering soft kisses to your sweet skin. He reached his free hand into your hair while his occupied hand slowly ran a finger through your drenched folds. He breathed heavily, his lips ghosting over your ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.” He whispered, pushing a finger inside of you. You whimpered, pushing down onto his finger, craving more. Your hands wound up in his hair, pulling at the strands at the base of his neck. His tilted his head back, staring up into your lustful gaze. He added another finger, and your mouth formed an “o” shape, with a quiet moan escaping your lips.

You pressed your lips back to his. Your kiss was full of desperation. You had never felt so fucking turned on in your life, and you just wanted him as close to you as possible. You pressed your chest firmly against his, and grinded down against his fingers. His hand left your hair, and lowered to your chest. He took one of your clothed breasts into his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. His fingers suddenly left your entrance, making you sigh at the lack of contact. He grabbed the bottom of your shirt, and lifted it upwards. You raised your arms, helping him take the shirt off of you. He wasted no time in unclasping your bra, tossing it mindlessly onto the floor somewhere. Your nipples were rock hard, your piercings on display. Pedro’s eyes lowered to your nipples, a moan leaning his lips at the sight of your piercings.

“Holy fuck.” He groaned, taking your breasts into his hands, lowering his mouth down to one of your nipples. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh while he played with the piercing between his fingertips on your other nipple.

While he was occupied with your tits, you raised your hips slightly to pull down your shorts. You needed bare contact immediately. Pedro lifted you off his lap and onto the cushion beside him, and stood up from the couch. He began unbuttoning his jeans. As good as those jeans looked on him, you needed them off. You were surprised to see he was also sporting no underwear. You bit your lip as he slid the jeans down his legs, his erection breaking free. He was so fucking thick, pre-cum dripping from his tip. He pressed a hand to your chest, laying you down into the back of the couch, your feet on the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the floor next to your other disregarded clothing.

Pedro knelt down between your legs, prying your thighs open with his hands. He wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs, lowering his face towards your heat. His eyes flickered from yours down to your folds. You were glistening with arousal. He lowered his mouth to your inner thigh, peppering it with kisses. He was taking his sweet time, teasing every ounce of desperation out of you. You whimpered impatiently. You gasped when you felt his hot breath hovering over your heat. He flicked his tongue once through your folds, getting a taste of you.

“Pedro, please. Touch me.” You begged, running your hand through his chocolate curls.

Pedro’s lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue flicking quickly against it. You moaned and threw your hand back into the couch, your hand tugging the roots of his hair. Pedro worked your clit with his tongue while he brought his fingers back to your opening, slipping two inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing out in relief. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling up inside of you, hitting your g spot perfectly.

“Fuck, Pedro.” You whined, struggling to keeps your thighs apart. Pedro squeezed the flesh of your thigh with his free hand, moaning into your core from the grip you had on his hair. The vibrations from his moan sent you into a frenzy. Your lower abdomen was filled with fire. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, which you probably would’ve been embarrassed of if you weren’t so blindsided by pleasure.

Pedro inserted a third finger into you, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your moans. You were never this vocal, but you couldn’t control it. You were so overwhelmed with sensations. Pedro grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from your mouth. Pedro’s mouth left your clit, flicking it with his tongue one last time before pulling away.

“I want to hear you.” He said, pinning you hand to your side. Your chest heaved, you were out of breath.

“Fuck me, please. I need you closer.” You whimpered, reaching down to his cock, wrapping a hand around his shaft. He groaned at how soft your hand felt against him as you began to stroke his tip. As good as your hand felt wrapped around him, he needed to be inside of you.

Pedro lifted you up into his arms, carrying you away from the couch and into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. Your head fell back into your pillow as you watched him crawl up between your legs. He ran a hand up to your chest, squeezing your breast while his other hand guided his cock to ghost over your folds. You were throbbing again, your hips bucking up towards his cock. He bent down and kissed you passionately. He took your bottom lip between his teeth for a split second before pulling away.

“Ready, baby?” He said softly, pushing his tip between your folds, barely pressing your entrance.

“Yes.” You breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again.

“I want you to watch.” Pedro pulled away, lowering his gaze to where he was teasing your entrance with his cock. Your stare followed his. He slowly began to push into you, your eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure. He was stretching you so fucking perfectly. He pushed halfway into you before stopping for a moment, tracing his hand down the length of your torso before landing his thumb at your clit, working in soft circles. Your legs trembled, clenching around his hips and he pushed into you fully. You felt so fucking full.

He started to move, thrusting into you in rhythmic strokes, his fingers still working your clit. You were already approaching your orgasm. Your head felt cloudy with pleasure, your entire body completely overcome. Your eyes rolled back into you head as he picked up the pace, fucking you hard and fast. Your first orgasm hit you like a train, your vision going white. Your walls clenched around him, coating his cock with your cum. Before you had time to recover, Pedro flipped you over onto your knees, slamming into you from behind.

“Fuck!” You gasped, fisting the sheets for leverage while Pedro relentlessly fucked into you. His hand came down in a smack against your ass, then grabbed your cheeks and spread them apart, getting a full view of him sliding in and out of you. He brought his thumb down to your tightest hole, slowly ghosting the rim of it.

“You feel so fucking good.” Pedro moaned, his thumb pressing against your asshole, but not penetrating it. His other hand ran up your spine, grabbing your shoulder as leverage to pound harder into you. You were seeing stars and he filled you up completely, hitting the deepest part of you over and over.

“Can you cum for me again, baby?” Pedro whimpered, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “I’m so fucking close, but I need you to cum with me.”

“I’m close.” You whined, you hand reaching back to hold his against the flesh of your ass cheek. Your touch was enough to send Pedro into overdrive. With the last of his energy, he began slamming into you as hard and fast as he could, his fingers lowering to your clit, rubbing fast circles. You couldn’t handle it. You bit down on your free hand, uncontrollably whimpering into your skin. You’ve never felt this much pleasure in your life and you thought you could pass out.

Your second orgasm hit harder than the first. You threw your head back, letting out a loud moan, tears filling your eyes. Your walls clenched hard around Pedro’s cock, sending him closer to his orgasm. You came hard, your toes curling at the overwhelming pleasure. Your limbs felt numb, and you swore you forgot how to think. Pedro gripped your hips hard, his strokes slowing down as his orgasm grew closer. He slid out of you and flipped you over again onto your back.

“I want to see your pretty face when I cum.” He moaned, sliding back inside of you. You grabbed his face with tired arms and brought his head down so you could kiss him. One of your hands dropped to his throat, gently squeezing the sides of it. Pedro whined, a hand flying to your breast to squeeze.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Pedro whimpered, his sweaty forehead meeting yours.

He quickly pulled out of you as his orgasm hit. He came in thick ropes over your abdomen as he stroked himself, milking every last drop. He gave you a quick, breathless kiss, and stared down at his cum that littered your belly.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over you.” He whispered, pressing soft kisses all over you neck and collarbones. You ran you hands along his sweaty back, digging your fingertips into his hot skin and he panted into your neck. He left your neck to lower down to be eye level with your belly, and began licking up his mess. He gave your tits a gentle squeeze as he worked his tongue over your soft skin, cleaning up any remaining cum.

When he was finished, he peppered kisses back up your torso until his lips met your again for a sloppy, yet passionate kiss. He laid beside you, his fingers tracing up and down your belly, occasionally ghosting over your nipples. God, he loved those piercings.

“Looks like the journalists aren’t completely full of shit now.” Pedro grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled up at him with a giggle. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, giving him a kiss there.

“I think we might need to go another round just to make sure.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #tlou fanfiction #the mandalorian #din djarin #joel miller #javier pena narcos #javier pena #pedro x reader

[bonny-kookoo]

Can we get a drabble of someone older, of yn and jungkook waking up for the first time in jk house 🥺 perhaps in jk pov because it was his first like after years of divorce 😭 and like as per he said “my bed never witness me with others” 😆😆

Of course! Went a bit overboard pls I love them-

-> Masterlist

He's stretching his limbs a little, like usual after waking up, yawning just to notice that this time, he's not alone in bed.

He feels a lot better being back at home and not in hospital- even though it's empty here, it's still a place of safety and comfort to him. And right now, it feels even more as such- as you still sleep soundly next to him in his large bed, filling it up with warmth and a sense of serene company.

It's not at all the first time he wakes up next to a woman. But somehow, this is entirely new.

You're turned towards him even while not conscious, one of your hands touching his body, even though it's just resting on his lower stomach beneath the covers. Nothing intimate happened last night before you went to bed- mostly because you were too worried about his physical condition to let him initiate anything, but even so, it feels like it did.

Because he remembers, back in the day, Evelyn would only sleep so close to him in bed after sex- her afterglow clouding her mind, making her most likely believe she loved him.

He knows she didn't. She only loved what he was bringing to the table.

But you don't care about that. You care about him as a person, and it's evident in how you slowly wake up, barely so, mind probably slipping out of your deep stage of sleep to get ready to become conscious in a few minutes. Eyes fluttering beneath your lids, head so close your forehead is resting against his shoulder, arm laid over his body. Even one of your legs is entangled with his, feet nowhere near as cold as they were when you'd slipped under the blankets last night.

You're so peaceful like this. There's not a hint of worry on your face.

His face is flinching a bit as he gets reminded of his injuries, while attempting to turn over a bit to hold you- he wants to just forget everything else and bathe in whatever this moment is. But it's somewhat shattered by his phone vibrating and ringing outside in the kitchen- waking you up, eyes slowly opening to look at him.

"Oh.." you mumble, noticing what the sound is, before you turn onto your back to stretch fully, making him both a bit jealous of your ability to do so compared to him, and also feel disappointed that this is now the start to a new day, reality pulling you both back in. "Should I.. uh.." you speak mostly to yourself, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "..I'll get it for you-" you start, but he shakes his head, instead ignores his painful muscles as he pulls you in, almost on top of him. "Jungkook?"

"No, leave it." He denies, voice raspy and low in tone as it's the first words he speaks. "Stay." He says, taking in a deep breath, smell of both your shampoo and his bodywash filling his mind.

A mixture of both of you combined, creating something new.

Even his own shower products smell oddly different on your skin, and he can't say he's upset about it. If you ever moved in with him, would you decorate the place? Want new furniture, or change the layout of things? He hates when people mess with his stuff, but somehow, he wants you to do just that in here. Give it a distinctive touch of yours, offer him a reminder that he's not alone anymore even if you’re not here.

"Do you want breakfast?" You wonder sleepily, looking at him with eyes barely open.

"Hmhm." He hums affirmative. There's no use in running away from reality after all.

"There was a cat here." You giggle, out of context, but still making him smile. "In my dream." You explain further, yawning, his hand on your back gently running over the skin beneath your shirt. He likes this. No bra straps hindering his traveling hand, your words without filter as your standard amount of fear don't withhold any of your thoughts for now.

"A cat?" He asks, and you nod.

"It was.. brown. And fluffy." You say, resting your face on his bare chest. "It kept jumping on the kitchen counter. And you kept telling it off for it." You laugh. "But it just jumped back on, every time."

"Well, cats are quite stubborn." He tells you, watching the light outside from the sun occasionally change due to the could passing, curtains hiding you both away from the world. "I'm more of.. a dog person."

"Me too." You nod. "But there's a breed of cat that's kind of.. like dogs. Really affectionate. And they meow a lot." You say, stretching your legs for a second. "But they have really long fur. And it's white."

"They must feel very soft though." He chuckles. You nod.

"Yeah.." you admit. "But I'd have to get one of these.. these rollers with the sticky tape. To get all the fur off of your suits and shirts." You giggle. "..Or you might become a walking pet-allergy detector in your office..." you mumble, and he gets the joke-

But he also has to think for a moment.

You, in his bedroom, folding his clothes for him as he prepares for a business trip. You, making sure he doesn't forget anything the day after, kissing him goodbye at the door as you wait for him to return back. You, coming home from your own place of work while he's already home, cooking dinner.

All of the things he's never had.

"Your watch stopped." You notice, tapping on the glass top of it. He'd forgotten to take it off last night, and you're right- the delicate pieces are attempting to move, but the battery seems to be giving up.

"Because of you." He mumbles, leaning over you just a little, body still too sore. "You stop time for me." He smiles, and you giggle, accepting his kiss however before you escape into the bathroom to get ready for the day. And while you might think he was joking, he quite honestly wasn't.

Because time truly appears to become meaningless when he's with you.

He can't help but laugh a little faintly into his hands over his face, for how ridiculous this all feels. Like a crush back when he was still in school, he's excited but also panicking about what to do. He should have this all under control. This isn't his first relationship. And yet, all of this feels new, foreign, unknown.

But also truly exciting.

The anticipation for what might be filling his veins, and fueling his eagerness to show you that what you dream about doesn't have to just stay in your head. You want a cat? He'll get two so they're not lonely, no matter if they shed way too much for his expensive taste in suits and attire in general. You want a dog? Absolutely no issue. He'll get you anything you want, but this time, in your case, he's not doing it to keep you close, to make sure you don't leave-

But because you deserve it. And he doesn't just want to treat you right-

He wants to treat you the best anyone can.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #bts jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic

[creedslove]

SHOWER BLISS 🫧

Post Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel comes home after patrol on a winter day and he's so cold he can't warm up even under water, so he asks you to join him in the shower.

(this could be read as a second part of SLEEP BLISS 💤 or as a stand alone, it's up to you)

Warnings: fluff, like a lot of fluff, sexual tension and mentions of masturbation but no smut at all, a little bit of angst as Joel has low self-esteem, age gap, Joel being probably out of character but idc I want him to be happy

A/N: I will write all the cute/fluff Joel Miller scenarios that come to my mind and this is a threat!!!

1.6k words

Winters in Jackson were hard and your heart tightened every time you had to see Joel leave the comfort and warmth of your shared house to go patrolling.

Your relationship was complicated, you were too distant to be together but also too intimate to not be together.

You weren't a couple. You didn't kiss and you didn't have sex, not because you didn't want to, quite the opposite, you did, you ached even for it. But Joel held himself back. You both started as travel partners and you ended up sharing a house in Jackson.

Despite the fact you got along and you cared for each other, he never wanted to mix up things. Not only was he painfully older, he also had a paralyzing fear of losing you. But there was only one thing worse than losing you to him:

You falling in love with him.

That was definitely off limits, Joel would never accept that, he was a horrible person and he knew you deserved better, it was unfair you got stuck with an old, cold-hearted, violent murderer like him. Not when you were young, bright and full of life and deserved someone who could love you. Someone who didn't have such baggage like he did.

And yet you held him at night, your hands stroked his back when he woke up from a nightmare, your soft words were nothing but sweet to him. You were too good to Joel, more than he ever deserved and even if he knew you should find something better than him, he allowed himself to be selfish and have you by his side.

You opened the door to him, welcoming him inside, brushing off the snow on his shoulders.

"Joel, you must be freezing!" You said as you watched him get rid of his jacket and his pair of gloves.

His face was red from the exposure to the freezing wind and he looked down at you, your sweet warm eyes flooding with relief to see him return safe and sound from patrol.

You hung his coat and gave him some space so he could make himself comfortable. Joel was attracted to the kitchen as the smell of food was so tempting to him. Last he'd eaten was a sloppy sandwich before patrol he made himself while you were still asleep, as he didn't want to bother you about having to get up and prepare him something.

You saw how he eyed the pan you left on the stove and smiled big.

"I made you some carrot potato soup" you said with your big smile and got him a bowl, immediately pouring a lot in it and handing it to him.

Joel loved that. Ever since you made it for the first time it became one of his favorite dishes, you'd told him it was not a big deal and anyone could make it, but he knew it had nothing to do with the ingredients nor the seasoning, it had to do with the fact you made it for him.

Since then, you always made sure to have a warm bowl of it waiting for him during winter days.

"Thanks darlin', it's really good" he mumbled after the first spoon. He groaned in pleasure and felt how he began warming up slowly.

Joel wasn't a man of many words, especially when he was hungry.

You could tell his hands were burned from the cold and again you couldn't help but feel that pit in your stomach once more. It wasn't fair Joel had to freeze his off outside while he already worked so hard during the week, but there was not a way you could tell him, you were afraid he would bark at you for being silly, or overprotective or even clingy so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Joel was more vulnerable when it was around sleeping time, but when he was wide awake, he was… well… Joel.

You thought of what you could do to help him warm up and thought of suggesting a nap, but when you were about to go say it, he finished his soup and looked at you.

"I'm gonna shower now" he got up and thanked you for the food before leaving. You quickly washed the dishes, hating any kind of mess in your kitchen.

It was a shame you didn't have a bathtub, you could've run a bath for him, though the image of Joel in a scented bubble bath was enough to make you giggle.

Of course you wouldn't complain about using the tub yourself. If you had one, you'd definitely enjoy his patrol time to sink into that relaxing water and just stay there, clearing your mind and not worrying about anything.

You would also use that time to bring yourself some pleasure, it was a need you couldn't control, now that you didn't sleep alone anymore, you didn't have a lot of time to do it, and because you didn't sleep alone anymore your need was going through the roof, as every touch Joel's left on your skin, was enough to set your core on fire.

You could spend the rest of your afternoon in those fantasies if it weren't from Joel's voice coming from the bathroom. He called your name and you snapped awake from your daydream.

You rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the towel you were sure he'd forgotten and was asking you for a new one. However, his towel was right there when you got inside.

You turned to towards the shower and you saw Joel's face peeking through the curtain.

"I…uh" he blushed and looked down, looking into your eyes again as his big brown ones were soft and carried a level of shyness and shame.

The combination of those eyes and his wet hair made him look like a stray puppy caught in the rain. It was amusing to see how Joel could carry so much violence and darkness within and at the same time look like the fluffiest guy on earth.

"What is it Joel?" You tried controlling your breath, not wanting him to notice how accelerated it got from the situation.

Joel naked, less than a meter from you, and the only thing between you two was a painfully thin shower curtain.

"I'm still cold… I was wondering if you'd like to shower with me"

You laughed and looked at him, surprised to see him joke about that, but when he stared at you completely seriously, your smile died.

He wasn't joking.

You held yourself as best as you could not to squeal and bit your lips.

"It's not like that, Y/N… it's like when we sleep, darlin.." he explained feeling mortified and was about to ask you to leave.

Maybe he was crossing the line and didn't think things through, which made him feel pathetic and stupid, besides, you wouldn't waste your time getting in the shower with an old guy like him, that was just dumb.

He could've spent the rest of the afternoon in a self loathing rant, but when he saw you'd stripped down to your bra and panties, he stared at you in shock.

He didn't actually believe you'd do it but there you were, two small pieces of clothes away from being naked.

"I'll turn around so you'll be more comfortable, sweetheart" you rolled your eyes at how gentle he was, you wanted to see his face as you got naked for him, maybe he would finally understand how much you longed for his touch. But he already had his back to you.

You quickly got rid of your remaining clothes and stepped under shower with you.

You placed your hand on his stomach, and felt his bigger one on top of it. He was indeed very cold and you were hit by a sudden need to help him, keep him warm and make everything alright for him.

"It's okay, you can turn around again Joel… remember, it's nothing we haven't seen before when we were bathing in the lake" you reminded him and heard a chuckle. But it was a lie, you did bathe naked once in the lake, but you were at a reasonable distance and deep enough into water to cover your bodies, but you didn't care, and neither did Joel.

He kept his gaze into yours, looking into your eyes and fighting the urge of staring down at your perfect body.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest at the same time he rested his head on top of yours.

He sighed deeply, your body felt so great against his he felt like breaking the promise he made himself of not touching you.

Joel finally began warming up, at the same time your hands stroked his back so gently. You'd grabbed soap and rubbed on him, feeling the different shapes of scars he gathered around the years and loving each one of them.

He grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some onto his hand.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart" he asked in his deep voice and massaged your scalp taking his time and watching the bubbles forming and the delicious familiar smell spread through the bathroom.

He just loved how good your hair smelled and how well you took care of it, but he wanted to take care of it for you, to show you he cared about you, even if you already knew, he just wanted you to be sure.

When he was done rinsing your hair, he found your eyes looking up at his, maybe you waited for a kiss, a hand sliding down your body or something like that, but he couldn't do this, he'd do more harm than good.

Instead, you gave him one of those smiles that made him weak at the knees and he was sure once more you were so much better than he could ever deserve.

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A/N: I just want Joel to be happy 😭

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Care For You

König |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: König takes care of you after finding out you've had a stressful day at work.

Pairing: König X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Dom König, Sub Reader, Established Relationship, Communication, Size Difference, König With Size Kink, Overstimulation, Talk About Breeding, Consensual, Praising, Accidental CreamPie, Rough Penetration, Fingering, Begging, Talk About Squirting, Sex In Kitchen, Sex On Table, Squirting Encouragement, Missionary, Oral |F| Receiving, DoggyStyle.

Author's Note: Continuation of 'Another Round?'

I had a different plot and script but decided it wasn't strong enough to be part two. I kindof set the bar very high with part one.🤧

Ah! part one got 1k notes! That's my first post to ever get that much attention. Thank youuu😭💕

Thank you all for 229 followers♡

I don't know how I feel about this one so please let me know in the comments.

PT 1 Here:

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You unlocked the door to your shared house and was met with the smell of food being cooked followed with König singing a song that has been stuck in his head for the past week. You sat your purse down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. König was making eggs for himself considering that was the only thing he knew how to make on his own without burning down the house.

You watched him for a breif moment as he tried the stove nob off and scraped the eggs out of the pan and onto a plate before making your presence known.

"Hey... Uhm, you know I could have made you something when I came back. I'm off earlier than usual today." You said walking up to him to place a kiss on his cheek. Holding his waist for a second before letting go.

"Yeah but I couldn't wait... how was work?" He asked begining to clean up the mess he made while cooking.

You sat down and sighed heavily, kicking your feet up onto the next chair and kicked your heels off. Rolling your eyes thinking about the events that took place ealier today. "It was fucking awful... that blonde chick I told you about last week really likes to bust my non existent balls... I would pay to see her get fired." You stated with a crisp tone of annoyance.

"What did she do this time?" He asked grabbing your foot and begining to message it while pulling up another chair. He had a delicate hold while pressing his thumbs into the center of your foot, revealing the sore feeling in them that was caused by your shoes.

"The usual... I don't want to talk about it though, just thinking about it pisses me off so I'd rather not say." You scoffed. While watching him give you a massage

"But other than that how did your day go?" You asked. He shrugged not having much to say. He has a job but it's a work from home one since he likes to avoid social interaction at any cost. Other than working, he doesn't do much.

He usually takes care of all of the domestic things around the house to give you a break. He's comfortable with this dynamic you two have created because it makes you happy. Your happiness is the only thing that truly matters to him at the end of the day..."

"I see you cleaned up... it feels better in here, thank you... I would have done it but you know- duty calls..." You said with a nervous laugh.

A/N: (I guess you could say it's- call of duty.)

"You don't have to thank me, I live here too... what boyfriend would I be if I made you do all the house work..."

God he looked so sexy in your apron was. It didn't fit him as well as it should have, but he still wears it because of two things. It smells like you, and he likes to pretend like he's a professional chef with a reality TV show when he's alone.

He was so domestic for someone his size. You found it cripplingly attractive. Just thinking about him washing dishes drives you nuts. You'd always watch him as he scattered around the house cleaning any and everything. His hips would sway while he vacuumed. A strong grip on the handle as his forearm veins flexed while he yanked it back to clean a persistent pile of junk off the carpet.

König pulled your chair close to him since you were staring at him. "Do I have something on my face?" He asked lifting a brow.

"Nope... you have a nice face?" You said not thinking about how weird that response would be. 'You have a nice face..' Who the hell says something like that?

You sighed to yourself and looked away from him. He let go of your left foot and messaged your right foot. "Thank you... I haven't shaved yet and thought I looked like a bear or something..." He shrugged.

Ugh he's so cute. He valued your opinion over anything. He wanted to be perfect for you, he'd change everything about himself if you asked him to. Which you would never do for the record, you already felt that he was perfect.

"Don't worry about that... I don't mind a bit of stubble... besides- it feels good against me when you-"

You stopped yourself from interrupting this wholesome interaction with your lewd nonsense. But it's not your fault, he's the one who keeps staring down at you with his eyes big and clueless. You wanted to top him so badly one day. But knowing how strong he is, there's no way he'd let you.

You then leaned in and kissed him without thinking. His soft lips soothed your attitude making you forget about the things you were even mad at prior.

You melted into his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck. He groaned into your mouth and picked you up from the chair pushing objects out of the way for you to have as much space necessary so he could lay you down.

What a dream. Coming home from a stressful day of work and having a boyfriend to manhandle you and toss you anywhere he pleased

"König what're you doing... I just got home, I have papers to fill out..." You said watching him pull your pencil skirt off of your hips. You had on thin black tights to cover as much skin as possible when at work. He turned you over on your stomach and held your ass in his hands.

"Sorry... but you know how much I love your uniform... and now that we've had sex... I can't stop thinking about how sexy it makes you look." He lustfuly said while kissing your neck, his large hands ripping them off of your body. You looked back at him clearly annoyed. "König! I'm going to have to buy new ones..." You said giving him attitude.

"Oops." He shrugged off your words and harshly slapped your ass with both hands. Watching it jiggle with a subtle red mark on your pretty skin.

You wore black lace underwear. He glanced up at you, teasing the waistband as if he was going to take them off. "What's this? Wearing something so scandalous at work... care to explain?" He asked yanking them upwards to hug your clit making you moan in the process.

"Ahh~ I just wanted to feel confident today... that's all, really." You said hoping he'd believe you.

"If you wanted to feel confident... you could have let me creampie you before you left so you'd have to rush out of here with my come still inside you...". He said caressing your face and dragging his thumb on your bottom lip. Imagining how pretty you'd look with his cock prying your lips apart for you to suck on him.

"What's gotten into you today? You usually aren't like this..."

"Dunno... guess I'm just proud of myself for making you come." He said nonchalantly.

König then slowly broke apart the buttons to your blouse revealing your spaghetti strap undershirt and matching lace black bra.

"Wow... not only you wore the panties, you also wore the bra to match... seems like you wanted me to fuck you when you got home hm? Either way I'm still going to fulfil that... only if you'll allow me..."

With your chest now exposed it gave him the perfect space to kiss you all over and pull your shirt off of your body. He threw it somewhere and unclipped your bra. You held your bra onto your body not wanting to expose yourself so quickly.

"K-König~ I swear you're like a dog in heat ever since that night, I haven't been drinking enough water lately... I won't be able to squirt how you've been wanting me to..." You said attempting to push him off of you.

He groaned and pinned your hands to the table. Leaning down to pull your bra off with his teeth and throw it. His tongue then dragging across your breasts daring to touch your nipples.

His dominant behavior was arousing to say the least. You felt like an animal in the woods being attacked by a rabid wolf who was hungry for nothing but meat. The way he dragged his teeth across your skin slightly biting into it but not too much. He was testing the waters even though you deep down wanted him to mark you all over like you belonged to him.

He ignored your body language and yanked your hips closer to his. He grunted taking your apron off and tossing it somewhere in the room. He didn't have a shirt on. Only grey sweatpants that lowly hugged his hips.

He's such a slut for walking around the house like that. Who raised him.

"I guess I am in heat... but it's really not my fault, you're so unbelievably sexy... please I need you so badly... I know you want me as much as I want you- well probably not... I need you more than the will to get out of bed in the morning..."

"Mmm... I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I feel like you're still inside sometimes when I'm alone." You said placing a hand on your stomach whimpering at the emptiness. "Oh yeah? You want me inside your stomach? That desperate feeling is driving you crazy isn't it... I could put something else in there too so you wouldn't feel lonely for- about... nine months?" He said with a smirk.

"Just seeing you makes me hard... can I please fuck you... I can't stand the tight feeling in my pants..." He softly whimpered trying not to beg. You bit your lip and held his face for him to look at you.

You didn't answer as he began to lightly play with your clothed clit. You let out a gentle moan while covering your chest due to the cold air.

"Awe please... let me see you... let your man see every inch of your body... I wanna suck on those sweet little nipples of yours... can I?"

You nodded biting your lip and giving into your sexual urges. Your hips bucking onto him wanting to feel more than just his hands.

He then took your left nipple in his mouth, kissing it with the tip of his tongue before using the wet pink tissue to flick it back and forth. He swallowed it while and grazed his teeth on it, looking up at you while applying more pressure to your clit.

"Ahmmm~ that feels good..." You whimpered holding your right breasts for him while your other hand held his head.

"Thank you for telling me... I've been thinking about you all day... how bad I want to stuff you full of my come... you're so gorgeous... I love you... I need you..."

He groaned and pulled his sweats halfway down his thighs, spreading your legs apart and pinning them to the table. He then slid your panties to the side and aligned himself with your entrance before sliding himself into you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back.

König thrusted steadily but with force. You tightened around him causing your walls to become more slicker and softer to penetrate. He groaned and put your legs on his shoulders placing his hands on the table and staring at your body as you moved along with his thrusts. His mind was foggy with lust.

Hips moving faster than he could speak. He couldn't muster up any words, he was more focused on fucking you. Making your vaginal muscles tighten and clench on him, obeying each forcful thrust taking him in with wet sounds. You held onto the table with your right hand and covered your mouth with the other. Eyebrows furrowing as his pubic hair brushed against your clit with every time he'd thrust forward.

"Hhnngghhh... more... work was driving me over the edge today-" You screamed as he thrusted into your g-spot before missing the area altogether.

You whimpered wanting him to correct his thrusts but was too flustered to speak.

He slapped your thighs and held your face, giving you another slap but on your cheeks. Then continuing to snatch up your jaw. "Yeah? You've had a stressful day... I know- agh... that's why I'm doing this for you, just relax around me... I'll take excellent care of you." He mocked your whimpers and squeezed your breasts. You put your hand on his stomach to stop him momentarily.

He groaned and stopped thrusting glancing down at you. "What is it? Am I going too fast or hard?" He asked showing concern for your pleasure.

"No... you found my spot but changed it before I could tell you..." You responded softly with lust filled eyes.

"I'm sorry... I'll try and find it again, tell me when it feels good alright? I'm so sorry..." He said before kissing your forehead.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. He then placed his hands on the table you laid on and changed his footing. He groaned beginning to steadily thrust upwards into you. You moaned as it did feel good, but that still wasn't it.

"Deeper? Ughh please... it felt so good for literally a second..." You whimpered in frustration.

"Alright... don't get upset... you know I'll find it for you... give me a second okay? You love me?" He asked showering your face with kisses.

"Yes... I do~ I really love you..." You nodded as he sloppily kissed your lips with a light hold on your neck.

You wanted him to squeeze tighter but had to keep composure. One thing at a time.

König then pulled your lower half off of the table. Some of your body weight was resting in his hands. He then began to thrust hard into you, you felt more deeper now that your pelvis felt like you were standing up. "How's that?" He asked hoping he did it right.

"Y-yeahh~ t-th-there... just- a bit... mghhnn~ harder..." You managed to speak instead of choking on your words.

He moaned feeling your juices drip down his shaft and collect on his balls. You definitely gotten wetter due to him penetrating you differently. You whimpered wanting to touch him but was too focused on not falling off the table.

"Yes yes ahhhmmghh König fuck me harder... I don't want to think about anything but being fucked by your fat cock~♡" You lustfuly said while rolling your eyes back.

"Yes... anything for you... you're so wet now... I can feel it all over me... does that feel good?" He asked staring into your eyes.

You nodded used your elbows to keep you up for support. Your arms were tired at this point. But you didn't want to change positions because of it.

"I'm gonna come already... fuck... I can't..." He whimpered rutting his hips into you.

"Ughhhh just remember to- ahhh p-pull out... I haven't gotten back on birth control..."

He rolled his eyes not wanting to listen to you. He wanted to come inside you for the first time but because of your fear for having children. You wouldn't ever allow him to breed you.

Sure the act of a creampie would sound absolutely amazing. Especially if it's from him, but you weren't ready to put your life on hold for a family.

And also due to his above average height. It would be hell on earth to carry such a heavy and most likely tall child.

You could tell König these things but he wouldn't understand. He's not the one who has to carry the baby, and he's also not the one who has to deliver it.

"Ughh I don't want to come yet... shit- I need your pretty clit in my mouth... are you going to allow me to do that?" He groaned pulling out and tapping his tip on your clit. You were given a moment to get yourself together. You could feel your juices dripping down your lips. You nodded quickly to him while bucking your pelvis onto his shaft. Making him moan and drip pre-cum.

He then got on his knees and grabbed your breasts, playing with them while wrapping his tongue around your clit, groaning with every sloppy lick he made with his tongue. Your back arched as you whimpered grinding your lips on his mouth.

He could feel his erection settling which may or may not have been a good thing. Hearing you moan kept it standing for a breif moment but he really just wanted to fuck you. But due to him wanting to enjoy this moment. He chose your orgasm over his. The more be could make you moan while still being able to preform, the better.

König kissed your clit and teased your entrance with his index and middle fingers.

He lightly chuckled hearing you whimper his name while he slid his fingers inside sometimes using his thumb to rub your clit, then sucking it. "Ugh just look at what you did... my fingers are soaked..." He said watching the clear juices drip down his digits. You looked down at him and covered your mouth feeling embarrassed by his interest in the subject.

"König~ sthoopp~ you're embarrassing me..." You whimpered until he stood up and held your face, gently slapping it and curling his fingers while rubbing your clit again.

"I know... you're face is so hot... it's okay... I'm just appreciating everything there is to appreciate... the way you get so wet for me... your pretty moans... your sweet little clit that twitches everytime I kiss it... I love it all..." He said into your ear, watching you squirm under his touch and moan clearly.

"Uhhh~ K-König~ Am I being good for you?" You asked hoping he'd understand what you meant.

"Hm? Oh I get it- you want me to praise you right?" He asked lifting a brow. You nodded suppressing your moans as he curled his fingers in a more consistent pattern, now penetrating his fingers into the spot he reached earlier.

You moaned more looser and held onto his forearm with your right hand. Hips rutting into the air and mouth open forming the 'o' shape. "Right there! Yes! Don't stop- please don't stop~"

"Awe, I'm not going to don't worry... and Y/n of course you're being such a good girl for me... you keep squirming under me to stop yourself from coming aren't you? You don't have to hold yourself back... I want you to come on my fingers..."

"B-but I'll- m-make a mess... you spent all day cleaning up... You whined still trying not to let all of your composure go.

He pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, sucking everything off of them and holding your thighs teasing your clit with his tip again to get himself hard as his previous erection wasn't fully gone. "I'll clean it up when we're done... you're so sweet for being considerate... now tell me this, do you want me to stop playing games and give you this huge throbbing cock already?"

You didn't asnwer at first so clearly you needed some encouragement. He then held his inches in his right hand and penetrated you with just the tip. Your moans became louder as your arms fwailed around. You hoped he'd but it all inside but soon was left disappointed when you heard him groaning in pleasure, you looked at him to see that he was using his hand to pleasure himself while barley inside you.

He couldn't be serious. Right? Did he expect you to get off by his tip alone? You whimpered and tried to move your hips to be penetrated by him more, only to receive a slap on the thigh along with a rough squeeze.

"Don't misbehave now or I'll have to get rough with you... I can see that disappointment in your eye... just asnwer my question and then I'll stop joking around and take your precious orgasm seriously."

"Ughh... what was it? I wasn't listening... mmm." You loudly whimpered kicking your legs in frustration.

"Shame on you for not listening... I asked you if you wanted my cock already so you could come... but considering recent events, I don't think you deserve it... I'll just take this out... and try another time." He said lazily pulling out, now mentally annoyed with his actions.

He got on his knees again and scooped your legs up into his arms, you whimpered trying to get out of his hold but couldnt. You knew what he was going to do.

Fuck you couldn't handle being overstimulated again like last time. Your legs were so weak by the time he was finished with you. You knew you wouldn't be able to walk after this, he has such a fascination with making you come by using his tongue.

"Awe you're getting worried aren't you... how cute... you don't want my tongue do you?" He asked. You shook your head and nodded. You couldn't decide on a clear answer, you also didn't want to speak up and say it because the only thing you'd manage to say would be a whimper or moan.

He smirked lightly swishing his tongue side to side. You held the table with your hands throwing your head back slightly whimpering for him to stop.

"You're squirming... tell me what you're thinkin' about... I want to know if I'm satisfying you." He asked before taking your whole clit in his mouth and sucking profusely and tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you still.

"Mhmm mm... such a pretty little clit... mnghmm I can't get enough of it..." He moaned into you humming to send vibrations throughout your spine. You shook your head whimpering and arching your back.

You had no choice but to put your legs onto his shoulders, he held your thighs closely to his head wanting you to squeeze him with your thighs. His eyes never left yours, even if you tried to break eye contact he'd nibble on your clit to get your attention again.

You'd then whimper in pain and try to open your thighs, but he was stronger than you. By like a lot. He held your hands with his making it impossible for you to stop him. His tongue pulled back the small hood and began to thrust in an upward motion. He'd play with your clit like a cat to a mouse by flicking it in all directions, using the slippery underside of his tongue to make it more wet then give a long lick and proceed to suck it making sure to not stop until you moaned.

He looked away briefly to watch your stomach cave into itself. He could tell you were going to come soon. He's only been doing this so much to take notes of how your body reacted to him. When he's too busy staring into your eyes when in missionary, it doesn't give him much room to notice the small details that lead to you coming.

"You taste immaculate... I could stay like this until my jaw falls off... mmmghmm~"

You were going to speak but forgotten how to. You cried out literal nonsense and squeezed his hands, with that simple action his eyes were back on your face. You whimpered feeling the temperature in your body rise. "Mhmm... you're so close aren't you? I won't leave you alone until you come."

"Köniiiigg~ sthoopp... it's too good... you're gonna make me... ahhffmm~"

"Mhm? What was that? Come? Squirt? Cry? Tell me all the details so I know how to take care of you after... I love you so much... no matter what you do I will love you forever..."

"I- I don't know- fu-fuck- I can't even think..." You chocked on your words and bit into your lip, eyes glazing with tears as you watched him.

"You're so come drunk you don't know what to do with yourself... I'm glad that I have such an affect on you Y/n... you feel amazing around my fingers." He praised lightly kissing your clit inbetween statements.

"Hmm~ you make me feel so good when you kiss my clit..."

"Good... can you come on my tongue? I promise I'll fuck you in any way you want me to... weather it be slow, fast, rough, deep... you name it my beautiful girl..."

"I'll try~♡ hooghoddd..."

He held your hip with his left hand and continued to stare at you. You moaned rocking your hips back and forth feeling his fingers deeper inside. He played with your breasts and pinched your nipples to further bring noises out of you. You screamed his name and covered your face.

"I know... I know... you're so worked up... you don't know what to do with yourself... come for me, you can do it. You're such a good girl for me Y/n." He said egging you on before lapping his tongue on your clit still fingering you.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth opening wide without anything coming out of it. You nodded at his encouragement letting him know you were indeed close. He harshly slapped your thighs then squeezed them tightly to sooth the sting. "Mhmm come on my fucking face... good girls come on my face, you're a good girl right?" He said using a cocky tone.

"Yes yes yhesss! I'm a good girl... I'm a good girl... aghhh König I'm close..."

"I know... awe please come on my face, I'm so fucking hard for you... You mean the world to me... you're even better than a good girl... I love you so much I don't fucking deserve a goddess like you... come for me please~♡"

You looked down at him and held his head, pushing it further inbetween your legs to shut him up. You were so god damn close that it annoyed you, you needed to come. You couldn't think about anything else. His tongue felt smooth like silk, he was a master at what he did. With more words of encouragement you ended up locking your legs around his head keeping him in place. He held your hips allowing you to use him like a toy.

Your vaginal muscles clamping on nothing, all the tension focused on your clit. Sucking, blowing, licking, nibbling. You threw your head back as it felt like an explosion of fireworks in your brain had went off. You found yourself rutting your hips on his mouth and moaning at the top of your lungs.

"König! AHHH YEESSSSS FINALLYYYY~♡" The sound of your voice made it seem like you were crying tears of joy. He let go of your clit with an obnoxious slurping sound and blew a gentle breeze of air on it.

Your legs shaking and giving out at the same time. He watched you in awe as you grabbed yourself not knowing how to deal with the amount of dopamine being produced. "Awe wow... look at you so undone for me... that's it, keep moaning... you're almost coming down aren't you?" He said gently rubbing your clit in a side to side motion.

"Stop stop stop stop! It's too fucking much I've had enough... please!" You begged uncontrollably feeling tears gushing out of your eyes.

He stopped touching you and pulled you close to him, tossing your arms around his neck. "Shh shhh... I know... calm down... you're so overwhelmed..." He said holding your face staring into your dazed eyes.

"Mm, you're my pretty girl... I love you so much..."

You let out a whimper feeling yourself let out a heavily watered down stream of liquid from your urethra. You moaned shaking your head to not focus on how embrassed you were by the whole process. "I'm sorry..." You managed to choke out.

"Awe don't be... take a moment to rest for me okay? And would you look at that... you can squirt... I knew I'd be able to make you do it." He said caressing your face and showering your lips with kisses.

You nodded and kissed him back, tasting yourself from earlier. "Thank you so much... thank you... thank you..."

You couldn't think about anything. Your mind was blank and all you could do was thank him. He took your words with pride and laid you back down on the table, you didn't let him go. You were vulnerable and didn't want him to leave your side. You buried your face into his neck locking your legs around him tighter.

"Stay here... I'm ready for more if you are... I want you to fuck me until I cry..."

"Oh? As you wish... you don't need to do anything... I just want to use your body to come..." He said before laying kisses on your chest.

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The two of you had quickly got naked while still in the kitchen. König towered over you leaning down to kiss your neck with his cock thrusting inbetween your thighs for friction to keep him hard. You were looking up at him holding his face and making out with him, his strong hands caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

"You're perfect... are you okay? Do you want to continue or do you need more time? Or we can just stop if you want." He said caressing your face and speaking softly to you.

"I'm okay... thank you for asking, you can do anything to me, I'm ready for you... just feeling your cock inbetween my thighs like this is making me lose my mind..."

"Same here... I know it might feel like I'm saying the same things over and over but I really mean it... there aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe what you are to me."

"Yeah? Well for starters... let's say that I'm yours..." You said softly while allowing him to push you down onto the table, he held onto your hips with a low desperate groan. "Say that again... tell me how much you want me... beg for me so I can feel confident enough to fuck you senseless..."

You looked back at him, pulling him down to you so could sloppily kiss him. He slid inside you with ease, being careful to not get carried away too quickly. You moaned into his mouth and broke the kiss, holding his jaw to keep his eyes on you.

"My body belongs to you, you're the only man I'll let fuck me... you can have me any day at any hour... I'm nothing but a brain dead fuck toy for you..."

"Hmm? Yeah... you're mine... you have no idea how jealous I get when I'm in public with you... you always have to leave the house looking so fucking gorgeous... every man just has to stare at you... I fucking hate it."

You moaned as he began to kiss your neck and bite into your skin. You melted like butter under the sun holding his hand keeping it on your body. His thrusts started slow and deep to focus on speaking to you. Your walls clenched around him, hips moving back and forth to engulf his size.

"So tight... just like that Y/n... look at you trying to take control and use me for a change... I'm afraid I can't let you do that though... last time I checked fucktoys don't have a mind of their own." He growled in your ear and slapped your ass.

"I'm sorry... you're just taking so long... my desire to be fucked is burning... please can you fuck me already König~" You asked with innocent eyes lovingly gazing up at him.

"When you look at me like that how can I say no... you're so amazing... all mine... you're my good fucking girl..."

With those lustful words he proceeded to lift your left leg up and pin it on the table, spreading your legs apart made it easier for him to stuff more of himself inside. With you being pinned down to the table it's not like you could get free from his hold. You reached out and held onto the surface you laid on, whimpering as his thrusts became more consistent laced with desperation.

He cursed under his breath and slapped your ass hard. Disregarding if you may or may not like it. "Fucking bitch... mm... so tight and wet... you're such a broken in slut aren't you, you take me in so deep now..."

"You look so pretty when being fucked from behind... your ass is moving so much..." He grunted slapping it harder than before.

"Ahh~♡ choke me... please..." You asked moaning more comfortably. "How? I don't want you to pass out..."

"Squeeze the sides of my neck rather than onto my throat... I'll still be able to breath but not easily... feeling the pressure build up my head is what really turns me on..." You explained before König pulled you by your hair for you to lean upwards.

He was hesitant in fulfilling your request not sure if he'd do it right. But he wanted to make you happy and decided to trust your words. Alright how did you say to do it again? Hands on both sides of neck... that should be good.

You moaned pulling him inside deeper. Your walls reacting positively and hugging every vein in his shaft, squeezing on him ever so often. Forcing pre-cum out of him.

"Like this? Is that right? You're body seems to think so..." He moaned slightly in disbelief, wow you felt way better than before. You sounded like heaven itself aswel.

"Mhmm... just like that... ughhh your hands~ they make the perfect necklace König~♡" You praised throwing your head back and letting your self control leave your body altogether. Now making you act and sound more slutty.

"Oh my god... you keep clamping down on me... you must really like this... fuck, I'm gonna go faster now... is that okay?" He asked hearing you whimper while nodding as a response.

König began to breathe heavier and thrust harder. His balls slapping against your sensitive clit, making it twitch with every ounce of contact. He threw his head back holding your neck tighter then releasing after making you light headed intentionally.

You put your hands on his wrists, eyes rolling back and whoreish smile plastered on your face. "So deeep~ It's in my stomach~♡"

"Shut the fuck up... fuck toys don't talk." He sternly spoke before pinning you head to the table, using both hands to hold you down and thrusted harder. Heavily breathing and groaning.

A knot built up in your stomach making the pleasure become overwhelming. You whimpered focusing on the feeling of him inside you. Repeatedly clenching and pulling him in deeper. "Fuck I love you... thank you~ I can't control myself when I'm inside you..." He leaned down to you and spoke into your ear. His hand sliding under your hips so he could rub your clit.

Your mouth opened wide, drool collecting on your tongue and dripping onto the table. Your eyes rolled back as you focused on both points of pleasure. His fingers were wet as they rubbed against you.

"Say you love me... ughh f-fuck... I'm close Y/n..."

"Mmm~♡ I love you... you make me feel good... don't stop rubbing my clit, I'm gonna come soon..."

König groaned pulling you off of the table and turning you over onto your back so that the two of you were in missionary again.

You whimpered at the loss of contact around your throat. He then slapped your face gently and held your jaw. "I love you~ nghhh... I love you so much... fuck I'm gonna come~"

you pulled his face into your chest while moaning and allowing him to suck your nipples. His thumb applying pressure to your clit, teeth biting your nipples and tongue licking them.

His hips were thrusting on their own at this moment. Your legs locking around him and body jolting in pleasure. You moaned again and arched your back.

"Please don't stop choking me... I'm so close that it hurts..." You lustfuly said while receiving hard thrusts to your cervix. He groaned letting your nipples go and put your legs on his shoulders and leaning down to you, wrapping his left hand around your throat tightly squeezing. Listening to your thankful whimpers while your nails dug into his skin. He kissed your lips once until you held his face sloppily keeping your lips on his nearly sucking your face off.

"Mmmuahh~ I love how deep you take me... fucking slutty bitch..." He groaned pulling your bottom lip in his teeth.

"I love how good you fuck me... I think I'm going to squirt again-" You managed to speak as his hand momentarily got loose. "Oh fuck... don't be shy... come on I want you to squirt... I can't believe I was able to get you to do that... you were so cute while coming just because of my fingers..."

"Yeah? Tell me how pretty I am... ughhh I want to come all over your fat cock..."

He then yanked your body off of the table, you panicked and held onto him tightly. Arms wrapped around his neck as you melted into him. His hips thrusting upwards reaching your spot from earlier. You whimpered loudly and threw your head back moaning and letting your whole body relax.

"That's it... give me another... squirt on me... you're so sexy when you do." He said holding your ass in his hand and wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you in his arms.

"I love youuu~ K-König!~" You screamed at the top of your lungs. Mind being blinded by your lust and clenching around him.

He groaned burying his face into your neck to cover up his submissive moans. His hand slapping your ass until it had a large red mark into it. "I'M COMING... FUCK I'M COMING... Take every fucking drop you slut!"

He forced you down onto the table again and slammed his hips into you. You moaned arching your back and rolling your eyes back into your skull. Your nipples tingling with pleasure as your walls relaxed for the last time, flooding your urethra with clear watered down liquids. König pulled out of you and rubbed his tip on your lips, gliding it up and down watching you release all over him. Your vagina clamping down on nothing, whimpers slowly getting quieter.

Your hands pressed onto his chest as you watched him moan your name and pump his hand up and down his shaft. "Ughhhh you're so perfect for me... I need you in my life forever..."

The two of you came down from your highs. He then laid on you, allowing you to hug him and kiss his cheek. You sighed heavily in relief. He kissed your lips and lightly held your neck in his hand. Turning your head to the side so he could pepper kisses all over you. You then felt something drip out of you and onto the table. You looked down seeing his erection going down while his tip was dripping with come. "König..." You said trying to gain your composure.

"Yeah? Give me a minute... if you want to go again..." He panted in response.

"Did you come inside me? Fuck... I think you did..." You said.

He then got off of you and spread your legs. He watched his come drip down you, your vagina clenching and releasing, forcing his thick load out of you. "Looks like I did... sorry about that... You felt too good for me to waste it..."

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svt + helping you through a break up // gn!reader

S.Coups ❧ Find him right after it happens. Your feet will carry you to his apartment without you thinking about it. You're both surprised when he opens the door. His first Instinct is to protect. What happened? Who hurt you? He’s ready to run out and fight. Nobody makes his people sad, angry, comfortable - whatever you’re feeling - without consequence. Then again, as much as he would like to solve the situation and make it better, he can’t. So he stays with you. He brings you water and something to eat. He instructs you to breathe, teaching you the breathing exercise he often does. He offers you his hoodie that smells like him - in case you want to steal it. Again. He hopes you will, it always made you so smug and happy. He’s in full damage control mode. He only gets out the most basic information out of you - did they at least treat you decently? Did you fight? There’s so many variables that he settles for matching your energy in the end. He makes you stay at his. He doesn’t want you to be alone. Through the day he lists all the reasons why he likes you, why his members like you. He won't allow someone stupid enough not to appreciate you to bring you down. Even if the breakup was a peaceful one, he wants to make sure you know to take your time. Get used to it and don’t rush, feelings are fickle things and it may just hit you hard later. He watches over you, asks his friends what to do when he’s lost. It’s a pretty big change, but Cheol helps you navigate through the worst of it.

Jeonghan ❧ Find him when it happens before it actually happens. When the bad days start to outnumber the good ones, when you start to have doubts and your heart aches. Jeonghan respects you. He knows this is a sensitive issue and that you need his support so he makes sure you don't see when he clenches his jaw and grits his teeth. Sometimes because your partner is an asshole, sometimes because you're so stupid it's driving him crazy, and sometimes because he knows. He has a knack for being right and being able to look at the bigger picture. He realizes where things are headed before you do but he doesn't mention anything, lets you figure it out on your own. He’d love to be wrong, but he seldom is. Who's feelings changed first? You don't know. When you realize things can’t be fixed, he rubs your back as you cry it out. He squeezes your shoulder and gives you a tight smile whenever you come over, sigh and tell him the latest updates. He doesn’t suggest for you to just do it already, knows you must be already feeling stretched too thin and exhausted. Though he provides his opinion when you ask for it. There’s a gentleness in his voice that doesn’t set off an outburst. He reminds you your feelings are valid when you realize you’re over it before it’s even official. He reminds you not to feel guilty. When the breakup happens, he waits for you with open arms. It’s been over for a long time for you. Even if you feel a sense of freedom, there are some nasty feelings plaquing your mind. He helps to chase them away.

Joshua ❧ Find him when you don’t know what to do. Change is hard and confusing. More so when something that felt so fundamental, something so intimate, is the subject of it. Joshua knows what happened when you show up, shoulders drooped and hands flailing as you try to explain without breaking down. He invites you in with a sympathetic smile. He sits you down on his couch and asks whether you feel tired. He brings you a blanket and lets you sleep because sometimes that’s the only thing that helps take the edge off. He’ll guide you so even if you let go for a bit, bouncing back will be easier. He makes you a cup of tea and forces the cup into your hands once it's not too hot. He sits close to you but doesn't initiate any physical contact without your request or permission. He listens intently if you want to talk, asking questions at the right time so that he understands better, and to be honest - it helps you put things into perspective as well. If you don't want to talk, he puts on your comfort show and reminds you where to find the shower, where you can find some clothes to borrow, and informs you that you will be staying the night - unless you want to be alone. And even then only if you promise to always answer his texts and calls. He takes control. He monitors you and reacts to your changing mood with endless patience. He keeps his voice calm and not too loud. He reassures you he’s right here if you need anything. It's easy to trust him if he never broke his promise.

Jun ❧ Find him when you need to be distracted. He won’t treat you any different. It's unsettling at first but most wonderful after getting used to it. Your life’s still there; it's not like everything changed. Call Jun and ask him if he's free, and find yourself at an arcade, a mall, a coffee shop... He jokes around you like he's always done. He doesn’t once ask or mention your ex like the relationship never happened. He pays attention, he always does, but it's different now. He doesn't comment on it if you suddenly space out. He hands you a tissue when you break down unexpectedly and shields you with his body so the passersby can’t see you. He doesn't comment on it once you calm down, he only asks ready? like you were just tying your shoe. It’s reassuring in its own way and after being grilled by your friends, your family, and living and dealing with the aftermath of the breakup, it feels great to just be yourself. He makes you the center of his attention and it's so obvious he doesn't care about anything but you when you speak. He's not holding back on the bickering and teasing. When you're playing games he pokes your side to make you jump and lose focus - and lose. It's the best day you’ve had in a while and you’re smiling. He hugs you and coos at you as you smile through tears when he walks you home. He offers to stay over, tells you to imagine you’re just kids again having a sleepover with your best friend. You eat too many snacks and stay up ridiculously late but you finally feel like yourself for a while.

Hoshi ❧ Find him when you need cheering up. He wants to cry with you - he does - but you’re sad and neither of you wants that. That person isn't worth it. So he dries your tears and he makes it his mission to make you happy again. He knows his sparkling eyes, his tiger claws so gingerly bent into a horanghae, nor his cute act will be enough but he won’t give up. Not on you, never. He knows there's security in familiarity so he takes you to your spots. The one cafe where he once spilled both your drinks on you. He takes a photo of you right there; dry and holding the same drinks. You complain about the weird looks the barista kept throwing your way. He's ready to fight them if they ruined your day, he'll have you know. It won't be necessary, though, because you say so and you smile. He gets nostalgic, reminiscing about the good ol’ times you’ve had and sharing episodes about the members. It's impossible not to smile. He gives you space to talk but he understands you might not want to - and it's fine! He can talk enough for both of you. He links your arms together on the street. He just wants to show support, doesn't want to lose you when the streets get crowded. But it works. He drags you with him and he sees you smile back every time he turns to you. How could you not? He takes pictures of you two together to replace certain other pictures - the only reference to your ex that he sheepishly makes. He’s glad to see the progress. He tears up when in the last pic the smile reaches your eyes.

Wonwoo ❧ Find him when you can’t be alone. Curl in the corner of his sofa, he’ll throw a blanket over you, tuck you in and bring you tea. He’ll give you the tv remote and let you watch anything you want if that’s what you want to do, but he’s fine with you just scrolling on your phone or watching something on your own. He’ll read closeby, within arm’s reach. He’ll let you sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulder if that will make you feel safe. He’ll listen to you or he’ll try to fill the silence with his voice. He’s not that good at it but he’ll try. You trusted him enough to come to him, explained in a meek voice that you just can’t be alone and he was the first person to come to mind. He won’t let you down. Checking up on you from the corner of his eye once in a while, he hopes this is enough. That it’s enough for him to just exist in the same space, both of you doing your own thing. He’s happy like that. Comfortable. You always said you felt the same, is it still true? When you ask him if he wants to go for a walk, he agrees. He wonders whether the air of his home feels too suffocating for you. But as you walk, he sees you swing your arms, your shoulders relaxed. You seem so much better than when you came by, tense and anxious. You turn your head and thank him. He doesn’t feel like he did much, but to you he feels like a safe harbor.

Woozi ❧ Find him when you need someone to understand. He insists he's not good at these things. Feelings are hard, so when you come to him particularly vulnerable and emotional, he's out of his depth. He knows you need support, though, and you need it now. He does the only thing he can think of - the only thing he's somewhat confident might work: he takes you to his studio. Once there, he lets you sit in his chair because he knows that alone will make you crack a teasing remark and smile, if only for a second. He asks for your preference - are you angry? Sad? Numb? He's got playlists worthy stash of wips that he can show you. When instrumentals are not enough, he sings for you. You've never seen him more nervous. It’s endearing, and you appreciate that he makes himself as vulnerable as you feel. You wonder about the songs he’s made. He's got the feelings down close enough. Just a liiiittle bit more and it's gonna be perfect. You tell him and he jumps at a chance because you’re finally talking and he wants to help. You go over the lyrics and as you do, you get more in touch with yourself. You're not the most eloquent when it comes to expressing how you feel but Jihoon is naturally gifted in the area and he honed his skills to near perfection. With each line he creates based on your feelings, you cry because that’s it. He’s too awkward to do more than pat your back. You might still be a mess, but you feel comforted knowing someone gets it.

The8 ❧ Find him when you’re ready to process things. Nothing's ever easy and you're hurting. He hates it and as much as he's a good listener, he wants to help; to solve the problem and have you back. He gives you your favorite cup and brews tea to go with the heaviness of the situation. He has you meditate with him before you say a word and he needs it as much as you do. Because he's your friend. And friends sometimes need some tough love. The breakup left some things unresolved, things you keep thinking about that you can't imagine talking about with your ex so he tries to help. If something seems like your fault, though, he'll tell you. He feels bad about it, tries to be gentle. Being the one in the wrong hurts and it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth but you can take responsibility. He talks with you for hours, going through the pieces left behind that linger in your mind. He keeps moving closer as the hour gets late and your speech gets more fragmented and you need to take pauses. You need this but it brings back all the memories. He's not affectionate all that often but maybe that's why the hug he gives you feels so comforting. He lets you lean on him as you served the tea in your cup and tell him the things that really hurt or that just stick to you so you carry them around without having anywhere to put them down. He listens and shares his opinions without forcing them upon you like some of your other friends. When you wake up on his couch the next day, it feels like you really started a new chapter.

Mingyu ❧ Find him when you need a shoulder to cry on. He's heard the wobbliness of your voice, the unspoken announcement. He doesn't ask when you arrive at his place. He's got it all ready. Every pillow he owns is piled on his couch, he has blankets, fairylights. The table holds all kinds of drinks and snacks and he tells you where to find ice cream if you want to go the stereotypical route. His effort is enough to make you break down and he's almost carrying you to the couch, holding you and patting your hair. He's fighting tears himself because he can't stand seeing you in so much pain. He'll sit next to you and rub your back or he’ll lie down with you and hold you if you’d prefer. He lets you lead, lets you guide him through what's allowed and desired and what's not. He lets you do the talking, get it all out, cry until you have no tears left. He's got a dozen tissue boxes ready, and when you apologize for ruining his shirt, he grins. It's the shirt he usually wears while cooking. It's meant to get dirty - it doesn't matter if it's batter or snot. He feels proud when you smile. Once it's all out of your system, he takes his role as your emotional support even more seriously. You talk about whatever comes to mind and you're free to use him as a teddy bear if that's what you need. He puts on a romcom and you laugh at how stupid it is. You cry again when the leads get a happy ending but he's there to hold you and cry with you. Only so you don't feel ashamed afterwards, of course.

DK ❧ Find him when you need to forget. You beg him to help, to go out with you, but he won’t. He absolutely won’t because that’s not a good idea and it’s definitely not safe. And safe is what he needs you to be so instead he invites you over. It’s a hard sell but he succeeds eventually, if only because of your fondness for him. And he’s prepared. He has the karaoke ready. He has the worst movies known to mankind all set up so you can channel your emotions at something. He has drinks that only seem alcoholic but illusion is good enough. He won’t have you clouding your judgment and emotions more. It hurts enough to see you so lost and overwhelmed. And the illusion is enough. Seokmin will pretend to be drunk with you. He’ll scream his heart out singing with you, he’ll yell and throw popcorn at the screen at every stupid, nonsensical thing that happens. More than that though, he’ll challenge you to an infinite game of monopoly because it turns out that thing is impossible to finish when it’s just between the two of you but it’s fine because you’re so focused on beating his ass that it’s very obviously the only thing on your mind. And he’s glad. He gets too into it too and it’s chaos. A lovely chaos. You end up sleeping over and you’re sulking because you didn’t win. (Neither did he.) As you say your good nights, though, you hug him and hold him for a few seconds. It’s nice to feel normal again. It’s an illusion, like the drunken high, but it’s enough. This is what you want to get back. And you’ll fight for it like you fought in monopoly.

Seungkwan ❧ Find him when you need a safety net. He's there to catch you. You've seen each other at your best and at your worst. He'd never judge you but he'll also step in and be honest if he needs to. He's just there. The first few days after it happened he’s calling you if you don't answer his text within an hour. Tell him you just can't be alone and he'll be at your door with food and drinks and the latest gossip to take your mind off things. You'll let him in on the drama happening between your friends too. He tucks you in when you get tired. If there are unpleasant calls to be made, he offers to hold your hand through them. It seems childish but it works. You feel better with him by your side. At least someone seems to have your back. At the same time, don't try anything as stupid as calling your ex on his watch. It doesn't matter if you miss them and don't care about your pride or if you've agreed to stay friends and you just want to talk. He stresses the importance of taking your time to deal with it and letting things settle. You might fight because of it but you know he's right. He doesn't leave. He knows he's also a handful when emotions get the best of him. He knows the ups and downs. He laughs when you laugh and cries when you cry. You talk shit about your exes and swear and promise to never betray each other. It's a process, getting over it. It reminds you too much of actually moving. You pack and unpack things - and Seungkwan’s always there to help.

Vernon ❧ Find him when you’re angry. When anger burns inside your veins and threatens to burn you whole. Vernon doesn't quite know how to deal with it and he's awkward with feelings. He hates seeing you this out of control but if he knows one thing, it’s that feelings shouldn't be repressed. Especially not ones as destructive as anger. He won’t have anything happening to you. When it’s not enough to let you rant and pace around his apartment, he'll take you to one of those rage rooms. Maybe he’ll smash a thing or two but for the most part he'll hype you up. You're a raging wildfire and he's the gasoline. He’ll scream with you, he'll howl when you smash the already broken pieces into dust. He'll agree with your angry vents. He'll feed into your anger so you can get it all out and then some. Your body can only spend so much energy, though. When you can no longer swing the bat in your hands, you leave and he takes you straight for some food. Diets be damned - you're both getting exactly what you crave. He takes you home before your mood can do a nosedive straight into a bottomless pit of despair. He stays, awkwardly patting your back as you cry. That's life - you win some, you lose some, but you'll be happy again. He doesn't leave until he's sure you'll be okay, be it the same day or the next. It must’ve been exhausting but he waves you off when you try to apologize. That’s what friends are for - things are gonna be fine. You believe it when he’s the one saying it.

Dino ❧ Find him when you need an older brother. Chan is always there for you and the second you show up at his doorstep and your facade crumbless once the we broke up leaves your lips, he's pulling you into a tight hug and into his home. He doesn't pry unless you wanna share but he cracks jokes at your now-ex’s expense. He rants about the things he's never liked about them. He's ready to be fiercely protective should they appear and ask about you. He insists on it even if you tell him time and time again it's not that dramatic. It's cute, though, and some part of you appreciates it. The whole ordeal feels kind of uprooting so you’re grateful when he reminds you that his home is yours too. There's so many things to solve. It's scary. Chan is painfully aware of this and promises to help as much as he can. He can be there when it’s time to pick up things, even if the only thing he can do is to stay in the car as a support should anything happen. If you want, he’ll go through each of your concerns and listen to your worried ramblings before talking to you calmly, offering his perspective not clouded by emotions even if it's anything but. He’ll curse your ex with every second breath if humor’s what's gonna help, or he'll just silently keep his hand on your knee or an arm around your shoulders. His friends are yours, you can always be surrounded by people. You’re not alone. He’ll always be there for you. He loves you, and he protects the people he loves.

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[mncxbe]

Heyy

I hope you’re doing well

I had a request if it’s alright, I wanted a sweet small something where they love reader and kinda enjoy grabbing their neck (not suffocating), hugging and praising, it doesn’t have to be specially these things but I’m just trying to illustrate the relationship for fukuzawa x reader and mori x reader

And if you can’t it’s alright! I understand <3

Hello dear! I'm doing great thank you and I'm glad you requested this♡I kept it as sfw as possible but I got a little silly with Mori (cuz he's Mori). Anyway, I hope you like it.

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𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 / 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: romance/ fluff

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none♡

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

He's a busy man. Although he loves his work, he often comes home late and he rarely has free days.

On those occasions however he wants to spend as much time with you as possible.

He's kinda touch starved so he always snuggles up next to you or touches you in one way on another.

He gives the best hugs. Warm and comforting. If you're shorter than him he will surely rest his chin or cheek on top of your head.

He likes it when you lay on his chest.

Fukuzawa loves praising you; both in bed and in day to day life. You're always his good girl, his precious, his darling and he's genuinely proud of you when you accomplish something.

The kitched was filled with the smell of pancake batter. It was you boyfriend's free day and you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed but before you could finish cooking the panckes you heard footstept behing you.

"Good morning my love" he spoke in a sleepy voice. Fukuzawa walked behind you, his arms snking around your waist as his head rested on the crook of your neck. "What are you making?"

"I was planning to surpise you with some pancakes, darling"

He chuckled, planting feathery kisses on your neck "Thank you, my love. You're always so good to me. I'm so grateful for you"

You slightly shivered when his lips made contact with your skin, his hands caressing your hips. Your reaction didn't go unnoticed, a wide smile making its way up to his lips.

"I see someone is quite excited today." he teased

You only scoffed in response, removing his hands from your waist "I'm trying to cook something here. How about you go back to bed and rest? I'll join you soon, love."

"I'd rather help you here, darling. But I promise I'll behave."

When the food was done you both returned to bed along with your cat. After eating, you placed the plates on the nightstand. Fukuzawa pulled you into a tight hug.

"I know you planned some things for today, but can we stay like this a bit longer? I missed you" he asked.

Your hand went to his hair, gently playing with his locks "Of course love, anything you want"

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊

Just like Fukuzawa, Mori works late hours so most of the time you're asleep when he gets home.

Unless you have a date planned

He enjoys grabbing your neck and wrists. It's a very intimate gesture for him and also a way of checking your pulse

He's such a tease, no matter what.

I feel like he would only praise you to get you riled up. He expects you to know how proud he is of you.

He is so touchy. He loves feeling the way you shivering under his touch and the warmth of your skin.

Mori is such a hugger. Prefers normal hugs like face to face but when cuddling he's almost always ths big spoon.

Taking baths together, fancy, candlelit dinners, late night talks and dancing are a must in your relationship.

I feel like he likes being degraded. Such a sassy sub/ switch.

You were angrily scraping the remains of your dinner off the plate. It was your anniversary and your boyfriend was supposed to come home at 8 for dinner; but it was now 11:30 and you were still alone. You understood that he was a busy man, but his frequent absences were starting to piss you off.

Eventually, you heard the familiar beep of your door lock.

"Honey, I'm home" said a familiar voice.

You remained silent, not bothering to answer him.

Mori knew you were going to be upset. He made his way to you, resting his arm on the counter next to the sink. You still refused to look at him, rubbing the sponge on the plate.

"I'm sorry I was late again. The meeting we had lasted longer than I expected. But I'm here now. May I have my dinner?"

"Food's in the fridge. I already ate" you replied coldly.

He chuckled, tilting his head to the side to get a better view of your face. "I wasn't talking about that type of dinner." he replied in a honeyed voice.

Your cheeks turned at dark shade of pink when you heard his words. Mori went behind you, his calloused hand gently grabbing your neck, making you look at him over your shoulder.

"Come on, my darling. Let me make it up to you." he purred. He could feel your pulse going wild.

To his surprise, one of your soapy hands made its way to his face, smearing his skin with white bubbles. He quickly let go of you, taking a few steps backwards.

"And that's for being late" you said, finally turning to face him.

Mori chuckled, wiping the bubbles off his face with his sleeve. "Well I deserved that."

You walked to him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Your head was rested on his chest, his arms firmly locked around your waist.

"Promise I won't be late again, love. And I hope you know that I love spending time with you."

"I know, dear." you replied "I just wish we could do more things together, you know?"

"You know what, I'll take tomorrow off. Afterall it's our anniversary."

You beamed at his words. He leaned in, his lips lingering above your "Now that my love is happy, why don't we go to bed? We can watch a movie or something."

The hint of mischief in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Of coursed, you didn't actually watch any movie, but you got to spend some quality time with your lover♡

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fluff #mori x reader #president fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons

[avinwrites]

Frederick Kreiburg x reader HC's

|| I played as Frederick for the first time not too long ago and I have fallen in love with his playstyle, I kinda want to main him now ||

Starting with his love language, Frederick is a private person. He never really feels safe and comfortable around others, and it takes a lot for him to open up. For this, I see him feeling loved when one spends quality time with him. It would take a lot, in the beginning, just to be able to spend any time with him. He frequently practices piano, so that would be a good start. All it takes is time and effort to get really close to him, but the return is worth it. 

-He doesn’t really know how to show his love in any other way but if you ask to spend time with him, he’ll always accept

-He’s never touchy, in fact, you will explicitly have to ask him to hold your hand or hug you because he just won’t

-It’s not that he’s particularly uncomfortable with it, he just isn’t used to physical affection of any kind

-so it’s best to take your time

-He’ll always be glad to play the piano for you; he’s passionate about his craft

-That will probably be how most of your time is spent with him for a long while after you first meet

-In a place where he is comfortable, and you, with patience, will help him eventually open up

-He’s had a rough life, and in some ways, he’s happy with his life now, even in the dire situation you all are in

-Just because he’s not ridiculed here, his psychasthenia isn’t as horrible as it has been, he believes things are looking up for him

-He’ll find himself thinking about you more often when you’re away

-He can recognize his feelings and what they mean, and what it means when he thinks of you

-He just never thought he’d be able to experience it

-So, excuse him if he goes about it the wrong way

-He’s the type to blush and stumble over his words, fidgeting and unable to completely stand still when he’s talking about a certain subject matter

-the subject: he would like to court you

-That being, the long and formal process of getting to know someone, spending time together, doing thoughtful things for each other

-Like the gentleman he is

-It would be a long process though, but you’ll spend a lot of time with him

-getting to know each other so wholly and intimately

-And eventually things would evolve from there

-It would be no secret to anyone that you were seeing each other

-Most of your days are spent in close proximity to him

-He claims that being around you is calming, just like how music clears his head

-Your voice has it’s own special melody that makes the world feel still and bearable

-Even if you’re the most chaotic person in existence, he thinks you can do no wrong and being around you changes his world for the better

-Aside from music, Frederick really likes nature. 

-He will often ask to accompany you through strolls through the greenhouse

-Anything that has a distinct, flowery scent, he will stop to smell

-His favorite is Wisteria

-He loves the smell and how it spills over and grows so sporadically, yet is still so beautiful

-If he ever goes to the greenhouse alone to clear his head, he will always bring you back a clipping, usually Wisteria, but if there is something else that happens to catch his eye, he’ll show it off to you

-When in matches, he prefers to stay far from anyone else and decode

-But if you hint at all that you need help, he’ll be right there

-Most of the time, he’s targeted first though

-So he’s very appreciative when you help him out

-When you decode together, he’ll hum what he hears out loud so you don’t have to put up with only the sounds of the cipher machines

-If you lean against him or get close to him, he’ll freeze up and probably miss a few ‘calibrations’ but will not complain

-After a short while, he’ll close whatever distance is between you and maybe hold your hand

-that's really inefficient though, but he doesn’t care

#identity v x reader #idv #idv x reader #identity v #idv frederick #frederick kreiburg #identity v frederick #idv composer #idv frederick x reader #idv composer x reader #frederick kreiburg x reader

[psychedelic-ink]

Congratulations on 4.5k! that's amazing and very well deserved! I would love a drabble with "I can't pretend anymore" with Dieter, because, ya know, pretends for a living and all that - all-the-way-down-here

thank you so much, love 💜 I really loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐬

**gif by the amazing @pedrorascal ♡♡

pairing: dieter bravo x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort-ish, fluff, romance, friends to lovers

word count: 936

summary: Dieter enjoys his life, but he would enjoy it so much more if you were a part of it.

warnings: alcohol consumption, established friendship

𝑺𝑰𝑳'𝑺 4.5𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 (open)

Dieter enjoys the fun he has. He’s not going to lie and act like he’s above it all. He enjoys the chaos that pursues unrelated to him, likes the bodies moving and crowding one another as loud music blares from the speakers. He feels two arms snake up his shoulders and around his neck. Looking down he spots manicured, pastel purple nails. A pleasurable tingle rolls up his spine when those same nails gently bite into his chest. 

“Come join us, Dieter,” Lyra whispers into his ear. “I have a friend with me, I’ve been telling them all about you,” 

His cock twitches at the thought and he’s about to get up, that is until he spots you. You’re mingling, your clothes more than modest compared to the rest but you still seem you belong. You smile and laugh and he recognizes the person across from you as being a model. Someone he never talked to before but recognized from magazine covers. He looks up to Lyra who’s looking down at him with expectant eyes. 

“Sorry but I spot a friend. Maybe next time,” 

“Your friend can join,” she purrs. 

Dieter slowly rises from the couch, he touches the underside of Lyra’s chin and forces her gaze up with a smile. “Next time, sweetheart. Promise.” 

She sighs and smiles before moving away. 

Now that Lyra is out of the way, Dieter makes his way to you. You meet his gaze when he’s halfway there, your eyebrows lifting with surprise. He notices a smile tugging at your lips and he finds himself starting to smile as well. 

“Dieter!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “How are you?” 

His hand moves to your waist on instinct, slightly moving lower when you don’t release him. He buries his face in your neck and takes a whiff of your smell; strawberries. 

You introduce him to your model friend, and he learns that her name is Jessica. A polite, albeit slightly forced, conversation proceeds. Dieter finds himself growing impatient, yet what for he’s not sure. Your one arm slides to his waist, holding him close. He’s surprised at how comforting it is. You’re one of those rare people who doesn’t want him to change or ask for anything more of him. 

And that fact alone makes him feel shitty for wanting more from you. 

It’s not hard acting like he doesn’t crave something more intimate, but it is tiring. It feels as if he’s working around the clock, the acting never stops. 

You must’ve noticed his recline from the conversation because you squeeze his hip, drawing his attention back to you. 

“Do you want to get some fresh air?” you ask, your gaze slightly clouded from the alcohol but still worried. When he nods, you turn to Jessica with an apologetic smile. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” 

Jessica nods and waves them off, already starting to speak with someone else before the two are even out of the door. 

The cool night air chills his warm skin. Dieter closes his eyes briefly, focusing on the way the wind caresses his skin. It feels nice. 

“Wanna go get something to eat?” you say, crossing your arm with his. “I’m starving. That party had nothing to eat,” 

“There were chips—” 

“Yeah, chips ain’t enough to soak up all I drank tonight.” you rub your stomach, kicking the pavement. “I feel sick,” 

“Why did you drink so much anyway?” 

“I don’t know,” you say with a small shrug. “I guess I was feeling a bit tense lately. I thought that if I got a bit loose I would feel better, but my calculations were wrong,” 

Dieter lets out a low chuckle, “Don’t worry. We’ll get some food in you and you’ll be good as new.” 

Silence follows, the only noise being your shoes hitting the pavement. Dieter thinks how nice it would be to just lean in and kiss you. He bets he could taste the gin still coating your tongue. 

He’s torn away from his thoughts when you tighten your arm around his. 

“Tell me how you’ve been feeling. You didn’t look so good in there,” 

“I—” he honestly has no idea how to reply to that. He shakes his head. “I don’t know,” 

“Come on, you can tell me anything,” 

“I can’t pretend anymore.” 

You suddenly stop and give him a confused glance, you tilt your head, which he finds incredibly endearing. “What do you mean?” 

“I just— Look, I really enjoy what we have, but I just can’t pretend I don’t want something more. You make me feel good about myself. You make me want to be a better version of myself and every time I see you my heart feels like it might combust.” 

A gust of wind blows. You’re staring at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. His heart aches at the sight, maybe he misread everything from start to finish, it wouldn’t be the first time. 

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, stealing his arm back. “I just really couldn’t hold it back anymore. It was getting exhausting.” 

He attempts to move away but before you can he feels your fingers pressing into the hallows of his cheeks, you pull him close, your lips finding his under the yellow glow of the street lamps. You kiss him hungrily, and just as he suspected he testes the gin on your tongue. 

You’re the one to break the kiss, panting and lips kiss-swollen. He’s about to dive back in before you press your palm into his chest. 

“Food first,” 

He grins from ear to ear, “Of course.” 

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x female reader #4.5k baby #dieter bravo x gn!reader #the bubble dieter #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble x reader #the bubble fic #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[wrr000]

＂ｓａｙ　ｙｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｈｅａｖｅｎ＂

- Heimdall oneshot, this is actually a really short and cut scene from fanfic about my oc and him, but I wanted to show you guys a little bit of this idea, ik it's stupid, I wrote this for comfort

TO PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED SOMETHING: don't worry, I'm working on it!

Summary: gender neutral reader, there is a party in Odin's place, reader is REALLY awkward, reading mind is kinda an intimate and emotional moment (pls don't cringe)

Warning: Heimdall insulting reader, really short

Enjoy!

You walked in. You turned red as the heat from the hall hit you. There was a smell of alcohol and roasted meat in the air. People were drinking and laughing, sitting at tables full of food. Your friends were here, God of Thunder and his family and even Odin himself.

But you didn't care.

Your eyes were searching for one person.

The most beautiful Aesir.

From table to table, from one figure to another, you finally got him. He was leaning against the wall, alone, drinking someting from wood mug. He just watched the others having fun. As always. You knew he wasn't into parties.

Your face become more red and heart was beating faster. You were nervous.

You wanted to watch him for a moment longer. Tall, slender and relaxed. His golded brains shimmering in the light with his slight movements. And those amazing purple eyes.

Oh shit, he spotted you.

You nervously began to wrinkle your dress. New dress, especially for him. Because yes, you had a crush on Heimdall. At first, everyone was telling you to stay away from this asshole. And you tried. You didn't even had to try actually, he pushes you away the moment he opens his mouth. But when one day to manage to have a normal conversation (hard to say it was "normal", but normal for Heimdall) with him - you changed. Your feelings had change.

But you knew you never had a chance. He was a God - and you don't. Besides, he probably despised you, so why did you even try? And yet you... Tried. Impress him. Make him think that you're pretty. You came to that party for him. To spend time with your lover.

In and out. You took a deep breath. In and out. Breath, remember to breath.

You started to walk towards him with a little gentle smile. He knew that. Well, he knew everything, why you are here and what's up with that dress ("It was a stupid idea", you cursed yourself in mind). But you needed to overcome your growing feeling of embarrassement.

And there you were. Standing right in front of him, unable to speak. You started to panic. What's gotten into you today? "Say something", you thought, trying to collect words in your head and form a sentence.

"Struggling much with basic activity? I didn't know you couldn't even speak properly", Heimdall said, taking a sip from his mug.

"Well, yes, I mean no!", you finally spoke, "You aren't a big fan of events like this, hm?", stupid! Why are you asking this??? You talked about it before! Even without it you knew, everyone was talking about how unpopular at parties he was.

"Stop asking question when you already knows an asnwer. Be less stupid, please", he set his empty mug aside, "I know you wanna say something better, you've got your mind on me, after all".

You cursed yourself for being so messy and bashful around him?! You were an adult! You could fight, but not talk to other being? What was happening to you? And stop thinking so much!

"I'm just playing, sunshine. No need to be so nervous", a smirk appeared on his face.

You wanted to react somehow, but he suddenly take a few steps towards you, cutting the distance between you two. He was just about to step into your personal space. You slightly lift up your head to look at his face. You gulped.

"This dress isn't the best, but since you humilite yourself for me I won't embarrass you this time", well damn, you really should think less in his presence. Or maybe think more about why you love someone like him, yeah, it's worth thinking.

He took your hand. You were shaking, but still smilling at him, a bit less than before. You needed to play it cool and don't competely panic. Your back got hot and knees a little weak. You thought you are gonna faint. It was harder to breath in every second.

Heimdall was holding your hand, looking with those hypnotazing eyes right at you. And you could just stare and let him read your mind. That you find him interesting, smart, handsome and don't as bad as everyone said. His cheeks turned almost invisible red.

It felt like a heart-to-heart talk even you nor him said a word. And it was good feeling. You started to think. Maybe you had a chance? Maybe.. He likes you back? You didn't want to even think about it before. You tried to shut this idea down, but in that moment... He felt so close at hand. So close.

"You are so brainless", a laugh escaped his thin, red lips.

And, again to your suprise, he bowed slightly before you had a chance to react.

"But will you dance with me?", you gasped, didn't know what to say. Is it happening, really? Maybe you are dead?, "No, you're not dead. It's happening and you better say 'yes' to me, dummy, I won't ask again".

"I- W.. With pleasure", you finally spoke, still in shock, but very happy.

You couldn't stop smiling, hot-red faced. It was so unreal. You couldn't believe. After having eye on him for quite time - he's asking you to dance. It's must be either dream or Valhalla.

You allowed him to led you to the center of the hall. Everyone was staring.

But you didn't saw them anymore.

Your eyes were locked at Heimdall and only him.

When you were about to start dancing, he pulled you to him, grabbing your wrist. You could feel his warm body pressed against yours. Your both hands gently rested at his shoulders.

Then he whispered into your ear:

"The night is still young, sunshine and I really don't like your dress".

#gow #gow ragnarok #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow x reader #gow heimdall #gow ragnarok x reader #heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow heimdall x reader

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Nisei (3x09)

For years Penny tried to ignore the flashes. It seemed like out of nowhere, she’d be blinded by a bright, white light she couldn’t blink away. Sometimes during intimacy with her husband, his loving face would be momentarily replaced by a familiar stranger looming over her, causing her to cry and pull away. Other times, all she could hear was the whirring sound of a drill.

These flashes would only last a moment, and for years she told herself it was probably just a side effect of the stress her unexplained disappearances caused. A drug habit, fugue state, an affair, everyone had their theories about where she was when she went missing. All Penny knew was that, cumulatively, there were nine months of her life that she didn’t get to live.

But then something happened, and she couldn’t ignore the flashes anymore. Penny had been to the gynecologist plenty of times in her life, but this time she was filled with a sense of impending dread. It was a perfect storm of triggers, being so exposed, her legs spread in the stirrups, the smell of anesthetic, the sharp snap of plastic gloves, the cold metal-

They were strapping her down to the table, injecting her with something that made her vision blur. Her stomach felt like it was going to burst. She could feel the metal rod impaling her.

The next thing she knew, she was in the corner of the room screaming while her OBGYN looked on in horror.

After that, she recognized the flashes for what they were: memories.

* * *

After joining the MUFON group, Penny learned there were some memories all the women in the group shared — the light, the men, the pain. 

But, usually, everyone remembered something that was unique to their experience. Lottie remembered one of her doctors sardonically humming America the Beautiful as he arranged the drill bit. Betsy remembered hearing an Asian language being spoken above her. Quite a few women fervently remembered someone smoking a cigarette.

For Penny, she remembered comforting a young woman with auburn hair. But, just like all the memories, it came back in vague bits, vignettes that were difficult to discern. 

Someone screaming, “Stop! Get away from me!”

The distant sounds of beeping getting faster.

A sense of empathetic dread.

A trembling, red-headed woman who reminded Penny of her sister.

The warmth of holding someone in her arms.

Bright blue eyes filled with tears.

Today, she finally got to put a name with a face.

Dana Scully.

* * *

There was something surreal about knowing the ins and outs of a stranger’s body language.

Dana’s tendency to blink back emotions, the anxious swipe of her tongue across her lips, her need to shield her vulnerability by hiding her face in her hands — Penny knew it all. She had been at Dana’s side during some of the darkest times of their lives, yet she had to resist the urge to pull her into her arms like she’d done a thousand times before. The younger woman didn’t remember her.

Even though Penny found comfort in knowing these other women knew what she’d gone through, she understood why it could make someone uncomfortable. The intimate violations they’d all endured were dehumanizing, cruel, and seemingly senseless. Dana seemed to be a private person, having a room full of people she didn’t recognize talk about her trauma so openly seemed to be too much.

She said she wasn’t ready to discuss her experience, and Penny respected that. Trying to figure out what words felt accurate to the violation was a personal experience for everyone. 

Penny wishes she could take away her pain. The first time is always the worst, and this woman thinks they’re going to kill her. She doesn’t realize they aren’t that merciful. She isn’t sure why they keep allowing her to approach the young woman, let alone hold her for so long, but she isn’t going to question it. Physical touch that didn’t come with pain was rare here.

* * *

There were women just like them all over the globe, women who came together after their abduction experiences to offer support to each other. The people in their day-to-day lives might not have been willing to listen to them, but according to Betsy, some of the women from the European chapters of MUFON said they had caught the attention of people who hadn’t been abducted. There was even a woman who was interested in their stories, who cared enough to document their experiences and accompany the women to their doctor’s appointments.

Getting other people to listen was the first step to being taken seriously, to finding out who was behind this.

There weren’t many of them in Allentown, but they had each other. It was the strength of these women that got her through those experiences, and it was the strength of these women that would help her embark on this dark path they were all destined to walk.

Penny’s hand covers the back of Dana’s neck where an adhesive bandage covers the mark that will tie them together forever.

Dana doesn’t say much anymore, but when she does, it’s usually the same reassurance to herself.

“He’ll find me.”

“My partner, he-uh,” Dana stammered, turning away from the window when Betsy struggled to climb down from the MRI machine, clearly exhausted from the new rounds of tests she was forced to undergo. “He’s waiting for me.”

“I know this is hard, Dana,” Penny whispered, clasping the woman’s hands in her own for the first time in over a year. “But I hope you know you’re not alone.”

Dana offered a small smile and squeezed Penny’s hand before stepping out of the room.

“Do you think we’ll be seeing her again?” Lottie asked from beside her.

“We’re going to get out of here,” the red-headed woman whispers against Penny’s temple, wiping away tears Penny didn’t realize had fallen. “You can’t give up hope.”

With a smile, Penny nodded. “Yes."

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Ao3

@gaycrouton

#all eyes lead to the truth #mulder #scully #msr #x files #fanfic #x files fanfic #season three #penny northern #mufon #the x files #s3 #niesi #3x09

[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 40 - Long days & even longer nights

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

Masterlist

Chapter 40 - Long days & even longer nights

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The days slipped easily by, with Lysa back to making her daily deliveries to the residents of Nevarro.

Din had so far held off on going off-planet and taking up any work, making excuses about not needing the credits, and wanting to give Grogu a rest from long journeys in the N-1. When in reality, the real reason for his reluctance to leave had more to do with Lysa, and the sinfully enjoyable nights they spent together once the shutters were down and Grogu was fast asleep.

But it wasn’t only the sex that was keeping Din here like a magnet. But the fact that his small cabin was almost constantly filled with the sweet smell of baked goods. That now Lysa’s possessions littered his home, mingled with his. And that, when he saw her each morning after she woke, and each evening after she got home, her smile alone seemed to brighten Din’s life. Like the warm sun breaking through the clouds on a stormy day.

He felt happier than he had in a long, long time. And Grogu seemed to be happier too. Enjoying the company of someone far more emotionally open that Din could ever be. Lysa trying to involve Grogu in all she could, despite her long hours out there on her speeder.

Din could tell that she was often exhausted, but she still put on a smile, giggled with Grogu, bantered with Din. Until finally bed time would come, and Din and Lysa would dance around going to the Sleeper. Both knowing they wanted the intimacy of the shutters closed, bodies pressed together, sweat beading along collarbones and hot moans escaping swollen and much-kissed lips. But still, they flirted and played it as cool as they could during the daylight hours. Mainly due to Din’s helmet, barely allowing them the capacity to be intimate in anything more than a few lingering touches and looks.

Din was infatuated. Knowing now that this was not a passing fancy, or just sex.

To him it felt like so much more.

Din’s feelings for Lysa mounting with every day that passed.

And this evening was no different.

Lysa, having finished her deliveries slightly early, had told Din that she was making dinner. And had proceeded to cook a delicious meal of Ronto meat, fresh vegetables and flatbread.

Just seeing her behind the counter, cooking away. A long pale belted tunic dress covering her slender figure. Blonde hair tied up neatly, and an absent-minded smile gracing her lips. Din had felt an ache in his heart he had never felt with another, as long as he had lived.

It had been a quick meal for Din, irritated with the inconvenience of going outside to eat in private. Wanting nothing more than to enjoy a meal with Lysa and Grogu in person.

But the Creed still called his name. And in spite of his indiscretion when it came to removing his helmet in the dark, when Lysa was still not able to see his face. He knew that removing it in front of her during a meal would be an insult to his very religion. Something he was not happy to do without a very good reason.

He had thought on his reasoning for removing his helmet at night with the shutters down. Knowing that it broke every rule he had fought so hard to abide by his entire life. But meeting Lysa- it was as though his priorities had changed. His need for her, overriding Mandalorian rule.

He burned for her. Every fibre of his being set alight by her touch, her kiss, her smile.

Sometimes he caught himself worrying what would have happened if their paths had never crossed.

What if Lysa had been trapped by Crix for the rest of her days, coming home to violence and abuse for the entirety of her life?

But each time, he shook himself, reminding himself that she was here. Safe. With him.

And Din knew he would never do anything to hurt her. To mark her skin like Crix Val’shif had.

To him it was as though Lysa was heaven-sent. Far too good for a rough old Mandalorian like him. But he would enjoy it while she chose to remain close to him.

His heart hers. Despite him still not being able to muster up the courage to tell her that yet.

It was that reason that he knew one day he would likely lose her to another, who could give her so much more than Din ever could. Someone who could press his lips to hers at any time. Someone who didn’t have to worry about keeping on a beskar helmet and keeping to the code.

Now it was late, and Din had just put Grogu to bed. The small child, fighting off sleep for at least the last hour.

Emerging from the now-closed Sleeper, the tall Mandalorian approached Lysa who was stood behind the large kitchen sink, doing the last of the washing up.

She quirked an eyebrow up at him as he approached.

“You gonna help me with these dishes?” she asked with a smirk, placing a rinsed dish onto the side.

But Din, a grin dancing over his lips, gave a shrug. “Y’know….I’ve had kind of a long day,” he muttered in a sarcastic tone, knowing full-well he was goading Lysa into a reaction.

And at once he saw her give a playful scowl, the irony of his grumble not lost on her.

“You're on drying duty, Djarin,” she shot back at him, tossing him a dishtowel, which he caught easily, letting out a low chuckle.

He moved around the counter to come to stand beside her, leaning easily against the worktop next to the sink, facing her as she passed him a clean cup, ready to dry.

Din gazed over, marvelling at her.

The way that smirk lingered over her perfect pink lips.

The way her eyes looked tired, but happy.

And the way that familiar frown-line sat deep between her brows, despite their being no frown over her face at all. 

If he was put on the spot, Din would have to to admit that that single frown line was his favourite thing about her. But then again, he could have listed a million things he could claim were his favourite thing about the beautiful woman stood before him.

Lysa glanced up at him now.

“So how about Corellia?” she asked.

The question was part of an ongoing conversation between the pair about what planets Din had and hadn’t travelled to. The consensus was that there were very few habitable places Din had never been to, especially within the Outer Rm.

He gave an easy shrug.

“I’ve probably been to Corellia more times than Coruscant,” he commented in an easy voice, causing Lysa to frown with interest, “-easier to park,” he explained.

Lysa nodded, smiling down at the soapy water before her.

“Ok how about Drall,” she said, handing him a clean dish.

She threw Din a look, waiting for his reply, scowling as he slowly tilted his beakar-covered head.

“Oh come on!” she said aghast. “I’ve never met anyone who’s been to Drall!”

But Din could only let out a low chuckle.

“Just the once to deliver a….package,” he muttered.

“Ooh that sounds ominous,” she replied, throwing him a teasing look.

But Din let out a sigh.

“Let’s just say I didn’t associate myself with the best people back then,” he said in a husky tone, placing the now-dried dish onto a stack on a nearby shelf.

He turned back to see Lysa give a shake of her head, smirking.

“I’m really not one to judge,” she said conversationally. “When I was a teenager I made my parents life a living hell-“

But Lysa stopped suddenly, mid-sentence, giving a hard swallow, her smile faltering for a split second. As though remembering a far off memory, long-since passed.

But a second or two later the moment was gone, and Lysa’s soft smile reappeared reassuringly.

“Dishes are all done,” she commented, changing the subject and pulling the plug out of the basin and draining it of its sudsy water. Before wiping her wet hands on a spare dishcloth.

Din’s eyes roved across her beautiful face as she looked away.

He could sense now there was something she was holding back, his mind suddenly flitting back to something Crix had said that night that he had come here, seeking revenge.

Your poor parents…they didn’t even see it coming.

But Din brushed these thoughts aside as quickly as they had come. 

Lysa had openly told him about her parents dying in a fire in their bakery.  

And so why would Din ever trust the words of the man who had caused Lysa so much pain and torment?

Surely if there was anything else he needed to know, Lysa would tell him. 

Wouldn’t she?

But Din’s thoughts on this subject were quickly diminished at the sight of Lysa folding the dishcloth neatly onto the side, before reaching up and unpinning her long blonde hair, letting it fall loose, cascading down her back like a waterfall of pure sunlight.

His heart constricted inside his chest at the mere sight of her.

After their conversation earlier this week, Din was set on taking Lysa off-planet the moment he could get his hands on a larger ship, fit for passengers. Wanting so much to give her everything she had ever dreamed.

He knew that for so many years she had been trapped by Crix Val’shif. 

And so now, Din wanted just to show her the stars she so desperately yearned for. Not because he wanted to prove that he was a better man than that thug. But to show Lysa that she truly deserved to be cared for. That she deserved to be loved.

Din felt a lump appear in his throat which he swallowed back. Watching as she turned to him and took his hand in hers gently, gazing up at him gently.

“Tonight…” she said in a soft tone, her beautiful green eyes searching his. “...can we just-”

She trailed off, her expression reserved for a moment, before she smiled.

“I’m just exhausted,” she explained. “The days this week have felt really long!”

Din gave an understanding nod.

He could see how much being out in the hot sun all day on her landspeeder was taking its toll on her. Especially after the pair of them had been spending their nights wrapped up in one another for hours on end, leaving very little time for deep sleep.

“I get it, you need rest,” he uttered in a low voice, grasping her shoulder with his other free hand and spinning her around. Turning her in the direction of his Sleeper.

“Wait! I want to use the Refresher first,” she said with a laugh, peeling herself from his grasp, and ducking away from him and heading over to the door at the far end of the living space.

Din, gave a chuckle and watched her go before heading into the Sleeper room, the door sliding open before him.

Easing himself down onto the edge of the bed, he pulled off his boots before removing each piece of beskar one by one.

Several minutes later, he found himself in just his long tunic, unbuttoning it a little from his neck, with his helmet still firmly in place as it had been for the last week until the shutters were firmly down.

He watched through the door, as Lysa entered the living room once more, before walking over to the Sleeper towards Din.

She had stripped down to her thin white slip that was tied loosely at the top of her breasts. Looking just like she had almost a week ago, when Din had first undressed her here in this room for the first time.

It felt as though a lifetime had passed them by since then, with Din now knowing how to navigate every single curve of her body so well, his tongue craving the taste of her skin every moment he was apart from her.

She had changed his life.

Finally feeling whole. Like that missing piece of his puzzle had been found, fitting into his life as though she had always meant to be there.

Lysa smiled at him now as she entered the room, clambering onto the bed beside Din and shifting up it carefully.

“Want me to-” she said in a kind voice, nodding at the button just below the viewport shutters.

“Thanks,” replied Din, as she quickly plunged the room into darkness.

A moment later his helmet was off and his unbuttoned tunic, pants and gloves now a crumpled pile on the floor, as he moved up the bed sliding under the covers beside her.

He reached for her and pulled her close, his lips finding hers in the dark. 

But tonight, unlike the other nights this past week, this kiss was not spurred on by pure arousal. But instead by something else. 

Something far more meaningful, that Din so wished he had the courage to tell her now.

But instead, he felt his lips finally leave hers, with Lysa tucking her head beneath his chin and almost instantly falling to sleep beside him.

And it didn't take long for Din to follow her into that dreamworld. Holding her close to him…

…never wanting to let go.

……………………………………….

Sorry this chapter was definitely all filler no killer. But more coming as soon as I can. Hope some of you are enjoying it so far.

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tags/warnings: a/b/o, omega trafficking, omega!reader, post-trafficked!reader, complex discourse on mating vs marriage, breakup then makeup, angst with a happy ending, mention of erectile dysfunction, eventual smut, dubcon elements, pseudo-infidelity

song: Careless Whisper // masterlist

Part I - Part II - ao3

The evening was dark and cold— the perfect backdrop for the warm glow of crystal chandeliers and the heat of a crowd flushed with drink. The air smelled sweetly of gardenias and mingling alpha, beta, and omega scents, marking the party as large but intimate as the guests mixed with one another, touching and kissing cheeks. Champagne and hors d'oeuvres were plentiful; as Shoto partook, the high-ceiling of the venue made his head spin with the dizzying luxury of the place. Being a wealthy son of a wealthy son, Shoto had been taught to appreciate such grandeur for what it was— but even so, the beauty around him faded, wilting in comparison to the beauty at his side. 

(Y/N). His wife. 

"You flatter me," he heard her saying, smiling kindly at a woman who had given her a back-handed compliment on her dress. "I hadn't thought that deeply on it, but I suppose I could have gone with something a bit more flashy for the occasion. I only thought of the time and effort it would take to make the gown, so I decided on something simple."

That, Shoto knew, was patently false. (Y/N) had thought a great deal about what she was to wear this evening and had even gone so far as to have the dress made to her exact measurements by the Todoroki family seamstress. It was a plain, simple garment with no embroidery or embellishments, stately blue in color and soft velvet in texture; its length brushed the floor, and with it, (Y/N) wore no jewelry save the simple sapphire earrings Shoto had gifted her on their anniversary and the tiny silver chain that had survived with her through the most difficult times of her life. 

It needs to be plain, she'd told him as he zipped her up in it for the first time. I don't want them to look at me and see my dress. I want to make them see me. 

As for Shoto, it was hard for him to look at (Y/N) and see anything else.

When you meet someone at the lowest point in their life, it is often that you will catch a glimpse of the most true version of them that exists. When Shoto had met his wife, she had been beaten so badly that she could barely see, and her body was littered with hundreds of scars from forced bond marks. She had been in the very pits of hell, denied proper food, water, and hygiene— and, when Shoto first saw her, her teeth were stained red with alpha blood, the sinewy strips of a man's throat between her unforgiving incisors. 

When he'd found her, she'd been a trafficked omega, what society would deem to be a person utterly destroyed— but even from that first moment, Shoto looked at her and saw a queen. He could never have stayed away from her if he'd tried; he had been half in love the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and he’d fallen the rest of the way when she spat the mangled throat from her teeth and said, 'I got the bastard,' before slumping to the ground, exhausted from the fight she'd had only moments before. 

Now, as she navigated the social intricacies of the gala with quiet grace, Shoto couldn't help but see that same woman. 

He loved his wife very much. 

"I'm tired, Shoto," she murmured, turning her bright eyes up to him once they were alone for the moment. She was so beautiful in the soft golden light that she took his breath away. "My head is starting to hurt."

Normally, Shoto's alpha instincts would have urged him to soothe her, whispering sweet, comforting words into her nape as they made their excuses. That had been the way of it for a very long time; once (Y/N) had been rescued, she’d found that often, intimately-mingling scents without ventilation were difficult for her to handle. It was something to do with increased sensitivity from so many forced bonds and the overstimulation of crowds, and in the event that Shoto was near (he always was), he would always help her navigate the crowd and find a safe place for her to breathe, allowing her body to rest. His instincts as well as his own innermost desires drove him to do it, the alpha in him calling to the omega in her.

Now, though, his body was at war with itself. Because of (Y/N)'s many, many previous bonds, the doctors had not recommended that they try to form a bond with Shoto's mating bite— which was fine, really. His mother and father had been a bonded pair, after all, and if nothing else, they were proof that mating bonds do not a happy marriage make. The problem was that (Y/N) had not claimed him with her own bite, the trauma of her own experiences too painful to allow it, and now Shoto had a new scar from an unfamiliar set of teeth. 

At (Y/N)'s need, his body felt…

Nothing. 

It had not been his intention for this to happen. Far from it— Shoto was utterly devoted to (Y/N). He had been over the moon to simply be in her life during her recovery, and then when they started dating, he had never imagined that he could feel so fulfilled by another person. She was his completion, his beginning and his end. It was by honest accident that this had happened— a truly catastrophic accident. 

"We'll leave soon," he told her, kissing her forehead. "Will you dance one more dance with me, darling?"

(Y/N)'s smile was weakened, but no less brave. 

"Of course," she replied, squeezing his hand. "Lead the way."

As Shoto led (Y/N) to the dancefloor, he marveled at how much of his life was wrapped up in her. After her rescue, (Y/N) had vowed never to be helpless ever again; as soon as she was well enough to walk, she'd immediately started looking for employment fit for her razor-sharp wit and had asked Shoto to train her to fight. By the time a few months had gone by, (Y/N) had started a brilliant career with the bureaucratic side of Endeavor's hero agency and could throw a punch like a convict; in a year's time, she followed Shoto as he opened his own agency, moving heaven and earth to keep everything afloat until the agency got its feet up under it. 

Looking at her there in her velvet gown, her scars on full display for the world, Shoto was reminded that anything he had, he had because of her. They didn't even sign a prenup before they got married— the way he saw it, everything he owned was rightfully hers anyway. 

"You seem distracted," (Y/N) said, her skin soft and warm beneath his hands as they swayed together. "Is everything okay?"

No. Nothing was okay, and Shoto refused to lie to her any more than he had to. 

"I am distracted," he replied, moving his thumb against the curve of her waist. "I want to forget everything that isn't this dance, be present in the moment, but—"

But I can't be, knowing that this is the last dance we'll share. 

(Y/N), so kind and understanding, smoothed her hand over his shoulder with an easy smile. 

"I get it," she told him. "Don't worry about it. You're doing just fine."

Shoto bit the inside of his cheek, fighting tears. 

If only he had listened when (Y/N) asked him to take a break from setting up yet another branch office for the agency. If only he had planned that surprise vacation he'd wanted to take (Y/N) on. If only, if only that secretary's heat hadn't been a week early, if only he could have seen her coming, if only there could have something between her stupid fucking teeth and his neck right there in the middle of the office—

But it was too late for that. In a freak biological anomaly, that poor omega secretary had felt a mating compulsion, and it destroyed both their lives just like that. Biological soulmates, the doctor had called them when they discovered the bond couldn't be undone. A perfect physical match.

The thought alone made Shoto feel sick to his stomach. 

"Baby," said (Y/N), stopping their movement altogether. Her eyes— so bright, like starlight— were somehow both soft and piercing. "What's wrong?"

It was time. Shoto couldn't hide it from her any longer. 

"Come outside with me," he said instead of answering. "This will be easier when your nose is clear."

(Y/N) didn't argue, but Shoto felt her anxiety spike like a physical ache. 

Soon, they were outside, and the chill of the evening was made biting by the wind. On instinct, Shoto made to tuck (Y/N) into his warmer side, but hesitated just before touching her. He'd lost that right. He didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as her. 

(Y/N) noticed the aborted motion. She turned to him, her eyes full of pain, and said,

"Shoto, you're frightening me."

"I'm sorry," he told her, and he meant it. "I'm just— I'm so, so sorry."

Her brows crinkled in confusion.

"For what?"

He told her everything. He told her every last detail from what had happened to what was currently happening— the omega's misery at the perceived rejection of her alpha and subsequent heat sickness, his own issues with his biology, everything. (Y/N) listened in perfect silence, her face never once moving, even when tears began to flow down her cheeks. Each wet line that fell from her eyes was like the lash of a whip against his heart, but Shoto withheld nothing. 

Total honesty was the very least he could give her. 

"I understand if you want a divorce," he said, though the very idea of it made him want to walk into traffic. "Anything you want, you can have."

For a long moment, (Y/N) did not speak. When she finally did, what she said felt like iodine poured in a puncture wound. 

"I don't want anything from you. Do what you think is best for everyone, Shoto, but leave me my career. It's the only thing I have that is truly mine."

Great God— how could she think he would do otherwise? 

"Of course." The words felt like they had been squeezed from him— it was like his throat was a tube of almost-empty toothpaste that had been crushed. He wanted to say more, but he choked on whatever he could possibly have said, his own body rejecting the grief he felt. 

(Y/N), as perceptive as ever, noticed immediately. Her nose wrinkled, doubtless registering the scent change beneath his fading topical blockers, and she looked as though she might be sick.

"I'm going to Momo's tonight," she said. "I don't think I can be at home."

At home. Her home. Their home. 

"Now, or ever?" he asked quietly, averting his gaze with shame.

"I'm not sure," she replied, her voice breaking. "I'll get someone to get my things—"

"No."

(Y/N) flinched at the harshness of his tone, but Shoto could bear it no longer. 

"Our house is your home," he said, struggling to keep the emotion out of his voice. "Even if you no longer want it, it's yours. It's always been yours. I'll— I'll move my things as soon as it can be arranged, if that will make you more comfortable."

(Y/N) shrugged. She turned her face from him, hiding her tears.

"Do whatever you like, Shoto. It doesn't make a difference to me."

This was bad, really bad. For years, they had worked together to develop (Y/N)'s sense of preference, to help her become reaccustomed to having agency in her own life; during the years she'd been trafficked, she had been conditioned to put aside every feeling, every preference of her own, and they had fought like hell to get her to a place where making choices and not submitting to another's preference was easy, normal. Now, in a single instant, she gave it up once more, withdrawing from Shoto in curdled complacency. 

"I'll call a cab," he said, passing her the keys to his car. "Will you—"

He caught himself. He had nearly asked (Y/N) to call him when she got to Momo's. 

“Don’t worry,” she told him, as though that were even physically possible, as though he were the one in need of comfort. “I’ll be okay. I’ve survived worse.”

That… wasn’t the point.

“Go to your mate,” she continued, though her body began to tremble. “I’m sure she needs you now more than I do.”

Shoto wanted to die. Instead, he just stood there, staring at (Y/N) as though it was the last time he would ever see her.

“Go,” she pleaded, shivering, shaking. “Please, Shoto. I’m— I’m not strong enough. I can’t do it.”

His gut roiled and rioted, but he forced himself to turn from her. One foot in front of the other, he managed to tear himself away; apology after apology clogged his throat, but he choked them all down, strangling himself on their acrid taste. (Y/N) had asked him to go, so he would go. He would do anything for her, even if it killed him. 

I’m sorry, he thought as the wind stung the tears on his cheeks. I’m so, so sorry.

***

Healing came once more for (Y/N) in slow and stumbling steps, but it did eventually come.

She never returned home after that evening. It was easier to excise herself from Shoto that way, to move out and move on without a single backward glance. After all, (Y/N) had the means and the money to buy new things— and why would she want all of her old things when they would just smell like broken memories? No, it was much better this way with her new apartment and her new life. She had started out with far less the first time, and if she had done it once, she could do it again. 

Of course, there were some things that remained the same. Her career, of course, was still her own despite being part of Shoto’s agency; to avoid being in the way, (Y/N) had relocated to a branch office outside of town, but her everyday tasks were still the same as they had always been. She kept her head down and worked hard, pouring blood, sweat, and tears into the success of the company, and she was rewarded with an exceptionally fulfilling work life and dear friends that she might not have otherwise met. (Y/N) had even learned to enjoy the commute out of the city in the early hours of the morning and late hours of the evening, using the time to relax and reflect on the blessings of being far, far away from her husband and his mate.

Surprisingly, the Todoroki family’s presence and friendship was another aspect of (Y/N)’s life that had not changed. They had been more than understanding throughout the whole ordeal, and they had given her comfort as well as space when she needed it. Her in-laws visited often for both business and pleasure, often dropping by to discuss potential mergers, business plans, and new additions to the family, and despite the pain that surfaced in their eyes when they thought (Y/N) wasn’t looking, she enjoyed their company greatly. Natsuo was of particular comfort, always regaling her with some new and horrible tale from the ER, his stories ranging from penises caught in M&M tubes to reattaching a thumb that had been blown off by some idiot holding lit pyrotechnics— it was nice, she thought, to still have family even when she had no longer had any right to them.

“He’s unhappy, you know,” Natsuo had told her privately one evening after they’d shared a dinner together with Fuyumi and Touya. “I’m sorry if it brings you pain, but I thought you had a right to know.”

He’d reached out and squeezed her hand, and (Y/N) had smiled at him as though his words hadn’t been like a blow to the gut. Even after six months of radio silence, the wound Shoto had left was still so raw that even so light a touch made her queasy.

“Touya also went to jail earlier this week,” he’d said in an effort to change the subject, raising his voice slightly so that his brother could hear him over the clanking of dishes. “Isn’t that right, Touya-nii?”

“Shut up, snitch!” Touya had growled from the kitchen. “It was for a good cause!”

The good cause in question was cold-cocking a reporter that was trying to ask some very leading questions about the split between (Y/N) and Shoto. There were some implications made about (Y/N)’s past, some commentary on her scars, and Touya, who had already been to prison, thank you very much, had done everyone a favor and punched the bastard right in his ‘ugly, gap-toothed face.’

Touya was not a very nice person, but (Y/N) loved him all the same for his kind heart.

And so life went on. Of course, there were moments of bone-deep agony, times when (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t die from the ache for Shoto— but those times passed, and in the aftermath, (Y/N) reminded herself that she would rather have this trouble than a thousand others. She was fortunate indeed that a broken heart was the most of her burdens. Things could always be much, much worse. 

It was with thoughts of this nature that (Y/N) made the trek from the parking lot of her apartment complex to her penthouse. The July heat still lingered in the moisture of the evening, clinging to the cloth of her starched work shirt, but she decided to take the stairs anyway, still uncomfortable with small, confined spaces like elevators even after these last few years. Besides, stretching her legs after a day of sitting at the office would probably be good for her.

Better get all the fresh air and exercise I can, she thought as she began climbing. My heat should start in a few hours, and once it starts, I’ll be trapped inside for a week.

Her good mood soured somewhat. This would be her first heat without Shoto since the beginning of their marriage— she would be lucky if she didn’t end up calling him in the haze of her heat, asking for an alpha that was no longer hers. Maybe she should hide her phone from herself. Yes, that would do, she thought as she fiddled with her key. She’d hide it from herself, and then—

(Y/N) froze. 

A strange scent filled her nose. It stank like alpha inside her home, and once she opened her door further, she saw that her apartment was thoroughly trashed. Fear lanced through her, and her heart pounded in her chest— in a thrill of sheer panic, she reached for her phone and used her speed dial, careless of who would be on the other end of the line. 

It rang once, twice. (Y/N) backed away from the threshold of her apartment, fear clutching tightly inside her breast. As she did so, she bumped into something solid, and before she could scream, pain blossomed in the back of her head, and she knew no more. Her last thought before her consciousness faded to black was of Shoto, and of how confused he would be that she would call him now, just before her heat.

She hoped he wouldn’t make any assumptions.

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Beast 4 Beast

Summary: As his attempted death, the former boss of the Port Mafia wakes up in a familiar shipping container. Unable to leave, or to know where he is being shipped, Dazai is forced to reckon with his captor.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Dazai Attempt, Dazai Reference(You Know What I’m Saying), Attempted Murder, Manipulation, Weird Fucked Up Love, Stalking, Genuine Affection, Critical Levels of Dazai Apologism

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He woke up in a terrible position. Without opening his eyes, which he knew would instantly tell his captors he was alive and awake, Dazai could feel just how terrible it was. He could smell metal, maybe even rust. He could taste something tangy on his tongue, which meant he’d been fed all manner of drugs when he was out. And he could hear dense metal grinding on dense metal, a specific sound he only heard by the ports.

For a moment, he was also tempted to say he was in his shipping container. That the last four or so years of his life had all truly been a bad dream. Traumatizing Atsushi, ruining his own life, Oda refusing to give him that recognition he so craved, all of it had only been an illusion of his own diseased mind.

Readying himself for torture, Dazai opened his eyes to the truth.

Which was that he was in his shipping container. Alone and completely secure.

He flung off his blanket, a cheap cotton one he was intimately familiar with, and began searching for explanations. His vision shook as he checked his desk - with its secret drawer still full of his hidden thoughts - and then his fan, which still was the same make and model.

This was his container.

“Think,” he demanded of himself even as his ears started to ring. But his brain would not heed his orders, instead it devoted itself to panicking, to shutting down his ability to do anything but run.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be dead. His brain repeated over and over that he was supposed to be dead. How could a dead man be running around his old room?

Dazai made for the pod doors and pressed on them slowly. But even when he was shoving with all his might, socked feet sliding against the smooth metal floor, he could not open the green metal lid of his coffin. Pressure built in his lungs as he looked around, searching for an opening he knew was not there.

‘What about the metal cutter saw?’ His brain asked, momentarily helpful before showing him every possible consequence of not finding the saw. He could see himself scratching at the metal until his fingernails chipped off as he opened the drawer he kept the industrial tool in. But there was no heavy weight resisting him as he opened the drawer and - of course - no saw. He slammed it closed as his hopes and mind started to burn up.

Dazai began feverishly opening everything he could. Food, water, and various out things tumbled out but not the saw.

Out of desperation, he opened the saw drawer again and there was something in there now: a single white envelope. He immediately rationed that it must be from his captors - he had captors, someone was not willing to let him die in such a painful and humiliating way, he was saved and safe. Dazai took a deep gulp of air - a raw and undignified one as his brain started to cool down. Then he sat with the envelope and opened it.

“Dear Osamu Dazai,

It was not easy to get my hands on you!!!!!!!!! Wow! You are one slippery bastard!!!

No, no that’s too mean - too facetious. Let me start over, keep your eyes on me (the letter) for now.

It didn’t take me 20 minutes of reading over your internal documents to realize you were going to kill youself. We’ll start there. Even though the idea is preposterous as it is stupid and misguided, I knew there was absolutely no point in trying to save you before you could kiss death’s lips.

You are so stupid in that way.

Did you read that correctly?

Yes you, whom I’ve trapped in your own container for your own good, are one of the stupidest men on this here Planet Earth.

That is why I had to trap you! There is no reasoning with a stupid and emotional animal like yourself - one who earnestly believes their death should be the thing to bring peace. Perhaps someone less familiar(read: obsessed) might see the coded training logs you kept for the White Reaper and think “A sign he was training to create a monster.” But I know, I know, you were trying to train a hero.

Your handwriting gets slightly sloppier: sharper lines to indicate increasing frustration. And you started leaving annotations in the margins in dark pencil marks. If anyone could guess where the margins even started. So I know you were feeling rushed. Because you were going to kill yourself and you needed Atsushi to be ready. Or perhaps broken enough - I couldn’t decipher everything, you still have secrets, you can breathe, Osamu.

There’s more. Of course. But I wanted to prove how easy you were to figure out. To prove I was, at the very least, a competent and worthy stalker for you. And in the glimpses of you I saw, when you got in and out of the mafia’s long black cars, I could see the bags under your eyes.

I had to buy one of those cameras that can see all the way to the moon.

You have very pretty eyes. The moon’s ugly up close.

I am taking you home with me. There’ll be no more Osamu Dazai in Japan for he is dead and his corpse is currently being buried. Chuuya Nakahara is taking off his hat at the sight of Osamu Dazai, dead and being lowered into the ground - believing a “great evil” has been put to rest.

But Osamu Dazai in the Great US of A is only beginning.

Now, now, don’t moan. You’ll come to like our dirty, filthy nature and enjoy our…well, you’ll find something to love, I’m sure. Even if it’s just me.

Right, back to the start of the letter, whoever you saw by the original’s side, it was me. I am the shadow that has been haunting your every move. And I must have done an amazing job to sneak behind you as often as I did. Perhaps you were letting me? Yes, we’ll both agree(you and this letter) that I (the letter’s author) was only allowed to stalk and obsess over you as much as I did. You really are such a generous man; it’s hard to believe more people don’t like you.

But I’ve teased you enough. And you must have been terrified to wake up where you did. So I will explain:

Right now, you(and I) are on a transatlantic journey to my home country, the United States. You are being kept in here partly as a prisoner, partly as my honored guest. You will remain in there until we arrive. Your basic needs are taken care of, you might even see my gentle feminine mind has remembered a bathroom for you, and you should want for nothing over the course of our journey.

In your left desk drawer there is a small whistle. If anything terribly urgent comes up, if you hurt yourself or need assistance, if you get dangerously bored - please whistle. A sailor will come to help you. Please use the whistle as soon as you’re awake and I will come and speak with you within the hour. Please do not save the whistle as the sailors have been trained to ignore you the very first time you do - for that whistle is for me.

The Prisoner in Your Heart,

Annaka Anderfels

Dazai nearly threw up. He felt it creep up his throat while reading the letter. Even though he now knew he was in not danger, what disgusted him was the flowery language, the intensely familiar way the author wrote to him, and the fact he’d managed to fall so low as to let this kidnapping happen to him.

Without hesitation, he found and blew the whistle.

When she did not immediately fling the doors open, he began tidying up the room he’d just destroyed. Dazai took great care to make everything look as undisturbed as possible. He’d just folded the sheets back and sat on his bed when a knock came.

“You may come in.” It came out in a hoarse, grinding way like he had stones for vocal cords. He regretted speaking at all instantly.

While he looked around for water, a feminine voice answered: “Oh, no can do, mister!” A slot no bigger than a jails slid open and he briefly saw her. “The door is welded shut.”

His heart leapt into his throat. “What?”

“I had the door welded shut! I knew you could have eventually figured out how to get to any lock so I just let heat and God’s given materials do the work for me. Much cheaper than bribing one of the sailors to watch over you!”

Dazai let the shiver of disgust roll over him. “You thought a lot about this, didn’t you?”

The sound of ship’s motor filled the air as the vessel carved through the ocean. Other shipping crates ground together as he waited for her to respond. But she was quiet. For a moment, he even thought she’d left when she did speak again.

Her tone was softer now and her voice more soothing to listen to. He crept towards the opening to hear her better as she said, “I know you must be upset, Osamu. I know you don’t like people messing up your plans. And I’m sure you’re mad to suddenly be caged by a crazy lady. But I couldn’t stand by and watch you kill yourself. I love you too much.”

“You must know a lot about me then,” He hissed sarcastically.

He heard her sigh. “You got me there. I don’t know much about you and the stuff I could confirm screams you are a force of nature, a darkness! I have trapped a little god in a shipping container.”

“Could you be more melodramatic?”

“Yes. Why? Do you want me to?”

A cool, violent smile flickered over his lips. Humorous. He could be funny too. “Yes, I want you to prove your love to me-”

“Anything!” She cried, dramatically throwing herself against the door. “I’ll do anything.”

“Get me a barnacle from the bottom of this boat.”

“...Is that seriously what you want? Will you let me talk to you a little more if I do?”

He was practically giggling now; Dazai was so delighted this trick was working. “Yes, but it needs to be from the very bottom. I’ll know everything.”

“...Okay, Osamu. I will return tomorrow with a barnacle from the bottom of this boat.”

She knocked on the opening slot to show him where it was and that he could open it himself. Then he could hear her climbing down the shipping crates to the deck below. Dazai rushed to get a glimpse of the soon to be corpse but saw no one.

In no way did he expect this woman to be able to accomplish such a feat. She would need scuba gear and would be lucky if she drowned instead of being sucked into the blade’s propellers. Perhaps she’d sacrifice one of the crew for him and regret it so deeply that she would kill him to make up for it. In either case, he was reassured death was still coming to take him away from this hellish, impossible world so he could not ruin it.

Once it was clear he was alone and unreachable by danger or otherwise, he started searching for a way to kill himself. The saw was gone, his rations were in loose floppy ziploc bags not nearly big enough to suffocate him, and he realized there was nowhere to hang a noose after destroying his sheets to make rope.

He sat down on the bed defeated. To add to the feeling, Dazai quickly found himself falling asleep. Though he wanted to stay awake and think of more ways he could finish his plans, sleep kidnapped him just as easily as Annaka had and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

He woke up to his opening being slid open and a knock at the door.

Through watery, tired eyes, he glanced over in time to see a rock come flying in. It bounced against the bottom before scittering to a stop.

Once he found the strength to accept there was no god - for a merciful one would have answered his prayers to kill him - Dazai got out of bed to play with whatever his new toy was.

He realized, as he got closer to it, that it was a barnacle.

“I cut my fingers trying to peel it off.” Hands were shoved into the slot for him to inspect. Even from a few feet away, he could see all the healing red slashes across her palms and fingers. “But I got one! See!”

He flung the barnacle back out as hard as he possibly could.

The same voice sighed deeply. “You see, when I was underwater last night, getting dragged along by the boat, I thought to myself, ‘He’s just going to throw it back out or use it to cut open his own throat’. So I suppose I must commend you for choosing the former. It’s very reassuring.”

Before he could start insulting her, she began stuffing a bundle of cloth through the slot. It bunched up and got stuck quickly, to the point she had to begin punching it in. Dazai had to show mercy and began tugging from his side. Finally it gave, exploding over him in soft, fluffy blueness.

Dazai let the sheets settle over his head and blind him to everything but the sound of her voice.

“I saw you tore your sheets. I can’t believe you thought you could out think me on the thought of your suicide. There’s nothing to hurt yourself with, nothing. Please don’t destroy anything else - we’re both lucky I thought you would do that and brought extra sheets for you.”

He, again, tried to destroy the stupid girl on the other side of the wall and was, again, interrupted by her. She prattled on, “Don’t forget you said you’d talk a little more with me if I got you the barnacle! You practically promised!”

Dazai tried to change his ability to one that killed people by thinking of their names but every time he thought ‘Annaka’ he was rewarded with more of her speech.

“Oh!” She cried, finally silent for more than a second. After twelve seconds exactly, a plate was pushed and balanced on his opening slot. “You must be starved! I gave you some snacks but I-D-K if you ate them.”

He decided it wasn’t worth praying this maniac's food tasted good and took the plate with silent acceptance. It looked fine. Orange pasta, too much butter, and a plastic spoon to eat with. His devil waited patiently, blissfully silently, for him to eat a few bites.

Dazai liked it.

It was fine. He ate the entire plate but would not actively seek seconds. The devil accepted the empty plate with a cry of glee.

“Oh gosh! No complaint or anything! You’re so darling, Dazai! I’m even tempted to leave you be for the night-“

He shoved the plate back out. A second later, a bang followed light twinkling noises as the pieces bounced away. The voice sighed. “Oh Osamu. No need to hurt the plate.”

This time he was silent. He would bore her to death and then he would starve. Dazai winced internally - that was not how he would prefer it.

“You’re quiet. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

He tried not to even breathe. Dazai tried to be so still as she tapped on the container like a fish tank. Like he was a pet to be bothered. This was hell, death by a thousand insults. Every one of her noises was a lashing on his mind. She made a wet kissy noise that triggered a sudden burst of flaming pride that he could not contain.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh thank goodness!” She cried, jumping for joy and shaking the containers ever so slightly. He stored the knowledge away. “I was so so worried. These first couple of days are the hardest.”

“Why do you keep talking?”

“To stop your brain from working. I think something in me is like…a Dazai EMP. A DMP, perhaps…..”

His chest squeezed like someone punched him.

“Is what I wish I could say! Hahaha!” She fell back against the container. “Now, what do you want to talk about?”

Dazai grabbed his pillow, pulling it to his mouth and taking deep controlled breaths.

Then he had an idea.

Working as quietly as possible as Annaka prattled on, he gathered some of the scraps from the day before and tied them together again. He roped them around the ends of his bed poles until they were taunted against the mattress. Then he slid a pillow under the tense sheet rope. His soul was sobbing in relief as he laid down and took his last deep breath before slipping his head under the pillow.

“Oh, Osamu,” The voice said, in the same way it had over the shattered plate. He briefly heard her running away, feet pounding on the metal before his pillow muffled all sound. It was like trying to breathe through a sheep.

Dazai was ashamed to say he struggled a bit. But he accepted it quickly. The darkness was easy and quiet. He hated how sticky this method felt, his own dying breaths onto top of him. He swallowed painfully, reaching for the rope to tighten it just in case. Instead, he nearly lost the tip of his fingers as a sharp snip was heard. The tension disappeared; the pillow was knocked from his face.

Breathing felt like restarting reality. He genuinely could not believe it. He grabbed the pillow and flung it to the side of the container in fury. There was absolutely no way to relieve the way he wanted to explode. He wanted to melt through the steel he was so hot with rage.

This was a highly personal form of torture.

Only the devil himself could have peered so deeply into Dazai’s heart and come up with this method of eternal punishment. Here he was trapped in his past, confined to the only place he had felt safe in his youth. Even the other him had spent several safe months in this shipping container. Now he was trapped by it, stuck in it’s safe womb and sealed there to live. That was his biggest issue. Dazai did not want to live. He needed to die for several reasons: the dead man switches he’d placed to help Atsushi, confined protection of Yokohama from that Russian Devil, and continued insurance and a golden haired sacrifice to ensure Oda’s health.

Now he was alive and safe. A pole clattered to the ground outside and his head whipped toward the slot. He was prepared to face Annaka with all the anger and dignity he could summon.

Yet crumbled at the sight of her tears.

“Are you okay? Are you? Are you okay?”

She stuck her hand in the slot like an idiot. It was a perfect chance to break her fingers-

“Please! Just say something-“

“I’m fine!” He grabbed her fingers, crushing them. Yet all the muscles were tight in his shoulder - there was no way to break her hand like this. Dazai squeezed all his frustration into it though until it slipped away, sweaty from it’s owner’s desperation.

Annaka’s eyes appeared again, red and filled with tears. “Good.”

She slammed the window closed on her side. Dazai hear the containers dull echoing thud as she stomped away. Exhausted from his own part in the production, Dazai laid on the bed. Staring up at the roof, he tried to ignore a quick living, beating heart.

For the moment, he could not admit to himself that was hers to control too.

#mouse mumbles #cotton ships #it’s gonna land in the Dazai tag anyways I’m sorry Bsd fandom #dying lovers #this is fanfiction #dark fanfiction but just fanfiction

[flosalatus]

Alright fuckers strap up in its sinday HC time at last.

First and foremost, let's get biology out of the way. I write my Vash as trans. Be that normal human trans and he was born female or Plant Trans™ where it's more of an intersex/NB situation(will elaborate later if i remember).

Essentially, and forgive me for the crude tldr: he identifies as male but physically has the plantussy.

AND WHEN I SAY PLANTUSSY I MEAN FULL ALIEN JUNK WE'RE NOT COWARDS IN THIS HOUSE-

Okay now more into actual headcanons:

Plantussy. Personal HC is it's very much a fleshy flower, a little like if you imagined a fusion of orchids and a sundew. One day I will find a friend brave enough to draw my vision but for now you'll have to trust me and use some imagination.

It's very soft, arguable softer than skin, almost silky in texture

Produces a slick-like subtance, semi thick and a little tacky. Very sweet smelling and tasing. A mild aphrodisiac.

Clit/Stamen and petals can move independantly and will tend to cling to his partner if he's feeling really good.

Looks pretty much like normal human genitals when 'dormant' and the petals grow and unfurl with arousal

All about the Acts of Service. Not really a top or bottom(yet). His biology and trauma make him pretty scared of intimacy, at least directed to himself. He's all for pleasuring his partner but the second you try to get his clothes off he hesitates or backs away entirely because of bad reactions to the plantussy in the past. Hes actually super insecure about it.

Falls apart for worship and praise. Encourage him, tell him hes going a good job, tell him how pretty he looks.

Has a mating cycle/spring heat. Essentially a peroid of time where his biology wants to reproduce and makes him a lot more needy and horny. His libido becomes a hair trigger.

During heat the petals will tend to cling and wrap around a partner to keep them inside and breed properly.

Bitey. And he has fangs so he's gunna leave a mark no matter what. If you assure him it's okay he likes to nip just enough to draw tiny specks of blood. Also likes getting bitten/marked up. There's something soothing to him about his body being bruised in a way he can control.

Plant Markings and Feathers, especially when he cums, he lights up like a fucking glowstick, might even get full wings manifesting if you give him the good fucc.

He can and will also short out the electricity when he orgasms sometimes.

Very whimpery, lots of high ptiched punched out noises. Very easily gets sex-drunk/falls into subspace

Handsy. When he's comfortable with someone and particularly eager he cannot keep his hands to himself. He'll be tracing patterns into your skin and fiddling with your clothes(if you have them on still). He likes playing with bra straps and waistbands specifically.

Secretly a tease, likes to play coy and shy if he knows it winds his partner up in a good way, tends to drag things out a lot.

MY GOD WHEN YOU GET HIM TO RELAX BEING INTIMATE WITH YOU HE'S A BRAT THOUGH. He's such a little shit, all of the above gets dialed to 11. He will tug insistnatly at your belt to let you know he wants some, or snap your bra strap if you're alone. He'll bite at your ear just enough to sting if he wants attention and plant himself in your lap completely unprompted. Especially in heat season. I'm almost positive my brain has more but that's all I have from the top of my head for now. Come fuck him to find out more---

#ʚ HC #𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 (Sin) #𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 - 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 (Muse)

[king-and-his-consorts]

(for all three of them) L = Location (favorite places to do the do) M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Still accepting _____

L = Location: The aquarium room.

This is his single favorite place to get intimate with his partner. Whether they're actually having sex, being sensual, or he's just teasing his partner, this is the room. he room is very quiet. He likes to have the lights in the room off with just the light from the aquarium itself illuminating the room.

This keeps Luffy from having sensory issues while trying to be intimate. Also, the constant movement of the fish provides enough visual stimulation to keeps him from growing bored or agitated from being under-stimulated mentally. Meaning his focus can stick to his partner.

Odds are that even if he and his partner are alone in the room for non-intimate reasons, Luffy will have a tendency of suddenly pinning his partner against something and nuzzling. Since Luffy is uncomfortable kissing most days, it's usually replaced by nuzzling or biting his partner's throat if he wants to start something.

M = Motivation: God only knows.

Trying to get Luffy aroused is like playing roulette. There's no rhyme or reason to when he's going to want to have some flavor of sexual encounter. The desire will just hit him randomly. He'll be doing something completely unrelated, like fishing, and suddenly have an intense desire to touch his partner sexually.

When it comes to Luffy there's two different kinds of motivation. The more common is that he wants to see his partner relax and come apart from pleasure. Seeing them blissed out will feels him with emotional pleasure. There's a high chance that Luffy won't even get aroused while touching his partner or using toys on them. He's a bit of an emotional vampire, feeding off their good feelings to feel his own.

The rarer form of motivation is that he is actually horny. Most of the time he doesn't even realize that's what's happening. He'll just grow increasingly irritable and start pressing his face up against his partner while they're going about daily tasks. The fastest way to figure out that he wants to fuck is that he'll grab his partner's hips and massage them.

L = Location: The crow's nest.

The crow's nest is his domain. It's comfortable, it's quiet, and there's a very low possibility of someone bursting in to bother him and his partner. Because of its height, it's fairly far away from people. This means that both he and his partner don't have to be quite so careful about how much noise they make. He wants to be able to hear his lover have a good time.

Plus, the crow's nest is built to be sturdy. Most of Zoro's partner are going to be physically strong so that he doesn't have to hold himself back during sex. But with two such strong people, surfaces tend to break or gent dented. The crow's nest can take a lot of damage without getting destroyed so Zoro doesn't have to be as careful, which helps him relax.

M = Motivation: Combat is the simplest answer.

Zoro is a simple man with very simple needs. He loves to fight physically. The clash of steel and the smell of blood in the air are going to make his blood sing the quickest. The longer that a fight is, more in the mood to fuck he'll be.

If it's a short battle, it'll leave Zoro feeling frisky and grabby. Often times, he'll seek out his partner and get handsy with them. But if it's a long battle, it will set him on the prowl for his partner. It'll take all his self-control to not simple tackle his lover upon seeing them and rut into them right there. He might still pin his lover to the wall and at least kiss them hard, slipping his leg between theirs.

L = Location: The lawn deck.

Sanji's a hot mess when it comes to sex. If he's being honest, he enjoys fucking just about anywhere on the ship. Except the kitchen, he will never initiate in the kitchen. His head gets too wrapped up in the sanity issues of such an intimate act in such a sacred place. It'll just take him out of the mood almost immediately.

But his favorite place to have sex is also the most risky: the lawn deck. And while he may be a bit of a exhibitionist, it's more about the romanticness of the lawn deck. To him, there is nothing more romantic than laying below the stars and listening to the ocean while having slow sex with his partner. He wants his time with his lover to be sweet, sensual, and full of love.

M = Motivation: Hah! It's more of a question what doesn't set him off!

Sanji has an annoyingly high libido. It's so hyperactive that even he's frustrated with it. He gets aroused extremely easily. A sensual outfit, a flirty look, getting brushed up against, sensual words or an innuendo, hugs from his partner, kisses, fighting, being shoved, having his tie pulled, etc.

He tends to get an erection several times throughout the day and it leaves him frustrated. Sometimes even exhausted. He has things he needs to do, dammit!

#citrus fights scurvy | not work safe #the sea's been calling | inbox answer #from whims of freedom || luffy (muse) headcanons #broken pieces and dawning hope | sanji (muse) headcanon #along a lost path | zoro (muse) headcanon