#though in your defense his eyes aren't an option

[archmagerykarr]

I beseech you to focus your eyes elsewhere.

#gay #orc #pecs #biceps #beefy #muscle #though in your defense his eyes aren't an option

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟏𝟎. 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 ❛𝐧❜ 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲

“Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 8.8k

pairing— dom!gn!reader x lightweight!sub!gojo

cws/tags— dubcon, sex under the influence, drinking, humiliation, mild dumbification, friends to lovers (with a healthy dose of mutual pining), in vino veritas, frottage/dry humping, cum & spit as lube, handjob, reader has boobs/AFAB reader, tit-fucking, overstimulation, edging, multiple orgasms, cum eating, dacryphilia, mix of praise & degradation, petnames: “slut” + “needy” + “cutie”, major spoilers for the horror film ‘Saw’ (2004), netflix n chill type beat

As the warm, sunset hues gradually dimmed and dusk settled in, you found yourself lounging on the plush couch, accompanied by your cat. With the Netflix menu at your fingertips, you eagerly searched for the perfect film with the perfect plot twist to heighten the evening's atmosphere. 

It’s October, after all. The perfect time to embrace the unexpected.

From the distant corner of the room, the familiar click of the front door echoed, signalling Satoru's arrival for your movie night. Satoru stepped in, shedding his jacket and slipping off his shoes, the weariness of his day evident in his movements. He lifted his blindfold off and tossed it over his shoulder. After placing his travel bag and jacket down, he made his way to the couch, collapsing beside you without a word, his attention fixated on the television.

The sudden movement caused your cat to startle and gracefully leap off the couch, retreating to a safer distance. A soft chuckle escaped you, breaking the tranquil ambiance, and you turned your focus to Satoru.

"Long day?"

He hummed in affirmation, the day's fatigue evident in the lines of his face, though his gaze remained fixed on the Netflix options. A beat passed before he let out a sigh, a note of weariness accompanying his words.

"A very long day," he confessed, his exhaustion palpable. He made a vague gesture towards the television, groaning playfully. "Do we have to watch another horror movie?"

You couldn't help but smile at his weary demeanour. "It's October. It's, like, a crime to not watch horror during October." You sighed and stretched out on the couch, a touch of playful reproach in your tone. "Don't tell me you're getting bored of them," you teased, giving him a gentle nudge.

He made an exasperated noise, although it carried a half-hearted quality.

"Okay, fine. But if I have nightmares tonight, I'm blaming you. I don't sleep well enough as it is," he joked, crossing his arms and allowing himself to relax on the couch. 

The weariness of the day seemed to lift a little as the familiar comfort of your home surrounded him. He closed his eyes, finding solace in the quiet and the purring warmth of the cat that had rejoined him on the couch. The cat settled on his lap, seeking both company and warmth against the encroaching evening chill.

Amused, you couldn't help but snicker. "A sorcerer afraid of horror movies? Now that's a plot twist. Aren't you used to much scarier things in your line of work?"

"And I would have thought someone with free time would pick up a hobby or two," he retorted with a playful grin, absently stroking the cat's head as she purred contentedly. "Besides, most movies are a pale comparison to what I have to face day to day." 

You snorted. "Was that a jab? It better not have been a jab." Your grin widened as you continued flicking through the various options Netflix had to offer. "Trust you to get bored of horror films."

"Can you blame me? I deal with curses and evil spirits all day long. I'm allowed to want to watch something light and fluffy from time to time, like a real man," he retorted, a hint of mock defensiveness in his voice.

His gaze remained shut, as if he were still savouring a mental escape into a different world. "Don't laugh, I'm serious," he added, pretending to be stern.

You chuckled and quickly stifled it with your hand, grinning. "Oh, I'm not laughing. Promise."

His head tilted, and he finally opened his eyes, turning in your direction to gauge your playful expression. "You know I can hear you, right?"

You continued to laugh, attempting to stifle it unsuccessfully. "I’m your friend! I'd never laugh at you."

A very mild, almost imperceptible scowl settled on Satoru's otherwise handsome features. He continued to stroke the cat on his lap, muttering under his breath, "Oh, sure, you wouldn't. I believe you. Absolutely."

You couldn't help but smile at his mock irritation and stood up, tossing Satoru the remote. "Pick a horror film we've not seen before. I'll be back in a second, I need to get some... supplies to make this more entertaining for you."

Satoru looked up with a bemused expression as your words sank in, his eyes tracking your movements as you made your way out of the living room, still cradling the cat on his lap.

"Supplies?" he asked blankly.

"Just pick out something!" you called over your shoulder, a mischievous hint in your voice, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Satoru did as you asked, perusing Netflix's selection of movies before eventually settling on a particular one. When you returned from the kitchen, he looked up from the screen, holding the remote out. However, instead of handing it over, he pulled it away before you could even attempt to retrieve it from him.

"I'll give it to you if you tell me what these supplies are," he challenged, an amused glint in his eyes.

You smirked, taking your hands out from behind your back to reveal a large bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. "The best kind of supplies, of course."

Satoru raised his eyebrows, visibly intrigued. With his head tilted forward once more, he gazed at you with a wide grin. "No way in hell am I touching that crap."

Your smile only grew wider as you plopped down beside him on the couch, placing the vodka bottle and shot glasses on the coffee table. You reached over and snatched the remote from him, determined to make the night more exciting.

"We are playing a drinking game, since horror apparently bores you so much. So, yes, actually—you are touching 'that crap'," you declared. 

A touch of liquid courage couldn’t hurt, right?

Satoru let out a dry chuckle and pushed a stray lock of hair out of his face before speaking, his voice tinged with a hint of self-assuredness.

"There's not a single horror movie in existence that could hold a candle to the kind of nightmares I experience on a regular basis. But playing a drinking game is fine too, I suppose."

The cat on his lap meowed and nuzzled his leg, leaving a trail of white, fluffy cat hairs on his sweatpants. You reached over to scratch the cat under her chin, and she responded by nuzzling your hand and purring contentedly. 

"Aw, you scared? You a scaredy cat?" you teased affectionately.

Her purring grew louder at your attention, and she rolled over on her stomach, presenting her fluffy belly to you, begging for more scratches. Satoru watched the interaction with a slight smirk, his reservations waning. He was always weak when it came to you, after all.

"So what are the rules of this drinking game?" he asked, shifting his attention from the cat to the impending movie night.

You hummed thoughtfully and glanced at the TV, noting that he had chosen 'Saw' (2004) for your viewing pleasure.

"Oh, excellent choice. I haven't seen this one. Let's see... There's a creepy doll, right?" You paused to think. "We drink when someone dies, when we see the doll, when there's a flashback, and... when someone begs for their life. How's that sound?"

Satoru hummed in agreement and nodded as he regarded your game proposal. "Fine by me."

He reached for the vodka bottle and poured you both a shot glass, raising his glass in a teasing toast. "To your health."

With a grin, he knocked back his shot, though his facial expression morhphed to betray his distaste for the vodka. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, well aware of his aversion to alcohol. As 'Saw' began playing, you followed suit, knocking back your own shot and settling in next to Satoru, continuing to pet the contented cat on his lap.

The cat purred in response to your attention, adding a soothing background to the tension-filled movie. As the film progressed, you both quickly downed shots within the first half-hour, and while you were still relatively sober, a gentle fuzziness began to envelop the edges of your thoughts.

"Your rules are killing me," Satoru whined. "Ugh, I'll be shitfaced by the time the film ends."

In an attempt to keep up, he downed another shot, grimacing at the familiar burn in his throat. Despite his initial reservations, Satoru found himself enjoying the game more than he had anticipated.

You couldn't help but grin smugly, your fingers affectionately ruffling his fluffy, white hair. "Aw, you're such a lightweight. Don't pass out. That's no fun."

Satoru chuckled, leaning into your touch, savouring the sensation. He downed yet another shot—to drown out his nerves, though he wouldn’t admit it—and his laughter quickly devolved into a fit of amused coughs.

"Hey, you're the one trying to get me drunk off my ass," he accused with a lazy smirk.

You leaned closer, your tone conspiratorial. "I'm not trying—I'm succeeding, thanks."

As the movie continued to unfold, you both found yourselves inching closer to each other on the couch, stealing glances when you thought the other wasn't looking. The cat, purring contently, basked in the attention as you pet her, and occasionally, your fingers would gently brush against Satoru's, almost by accident. 

Almost.

Satoru leaned in closer, his shoulder pressing firmly against yours as he downed another shot of vodka, the effects of the alcohol becoming more noticeable for him. You both sank deeper into the couch, the cat purring even louder as she wiggled her way into your arms, cradled by you. The euphoria of the moment began to envelop you—how could it not, with Satoru by your side?

Satoru, on the other hand, seemed to be feeling the effects of the vodka more profoundly. He made a show of yawning casually and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his actions less coordinated than usual as he accidentally knocked the throw blanket of the back of the sofa.

"Smooth," you mumbled, a soft laugh escaping you.

Satoru hummed in agreement, the alcohol altering his inhibitions. His arm shifted, fingers now gently tracing patterns on your collarbone, sending delightful shivers down your spine. You could feel your body reacting to his touch, a combination of warmth, shivers, and a tingle of pleasure that made your senses dance.

He leaned in even closer, the proximity causing a playful struggle for space on your lap with the cat, who mewled in complaint. His breath brushed against your ear, and he whispered, "You say somethin’?" 

Your lazy grin persisted as you whispered into his ear, "You can hold my hand if you're scared, y'know... No need to be strong for my sake."

The sound of your whisper ignited a fiery rush of heat through Satoru's body. The intimacy of the moment hung heavy in the air, and he didn't say a word or make a move, allowing the sensation of being so close to you to wash over him. If you were listening closely, you might have been able to hear the rapid rhythm of his heart hammering away behind his ribs.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice husky and low, his lips dangerously close. "I'm not scared," he purred, "I just wanna hold your hand."

Your teasing continued as you cooed to the cat, playfully chanting, "Scaredy cat, scaredy cat, scaredy cat," while showering her with drunken kisses to her fluffy head.

"Shut up," Satoru retorted, a hint of a grin on his face as he lightly tickled your neck with the tip of his finger.

The cat meowed contentedly in your arms as you continued to lavish her with attention. Satoru, not one to be left out, reached out to stroke her fur with his other hand. He pressed himself even closer to you, his cheek resting against your chest, and let out a contented sigh. The world around you seemed to blur as you sank deeper into the intimate cocoon you had created together on the couch.

You rested your cheek against Satoru's soft, white hair, the movie playing in the background mostly forgotten as you both enjoyed this newfound closeness. The effects of alcohol were evident in his lowered inhibitions, causing him to startle at violent scenes in the film, jolting against you. He did, in fact, grab your hand at one point.

"Aw, 'toru... You're so scared," you teased, a grin tugging at your lips.

Satoru pressed even closer to you, his body intimately connected to yours. His soft hair tickled your skin, and his fingers gently traced patterns against your flesh, creating a dance of touch and warmth.

He hummed in amusement and leaned his head back, his gaze fixed on the screen though distant and glazed. It was clear he relished being close to you, his words carrying a slur that reflected the relaxed state he was in. "’S true. I'm a scaredy cat…"

"Say it again... I dare ya," you encouraged, poking his cheek.

The alcohol was affecting his thought processes, his words coming out sweet and slurred. "I'm... ‘M a scaredy cat," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his gaze half-lidded and dreamy.

He reached up and gently placed a hand on your cheek, his fingers tenderly trailing over your skin. "You... You're so pretty," he murmured, the words filled with sincerity and a touch of awe. 

The alcohol had loosened his tongue, allowing him to share a sentiment that perhaps he wouldn't have expressed otherwise. He had plenty of experience thinking of you as pretty, as gorgeous, as stunning—but saying it out loud? Now, that was uncharted territory. Acting on it? Only in his dreams, or those late nights he spent thinking about you when he couldn’t sleep.

"You're so drunk," you whispered, a smile playing on your lips as you looked down at him, his head resting against your chest.

Satoru emitted a grumbling noise in response, clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol, but then leaned in closer to your ear, his words laden with desire. "And you're so soft ‘n’ warm ‘n’ pretty. Wanna do more than just hold your hand..."

His words trailed off, a frown forming on his face as he struggled to find the right words. The alcohol had muddled his brain, his mind racing with lust-fueled fantasies that he found difficult to separate from his tamer conversation he typically had with you.

You were about to respond when a gunshot sounded from the TV, causing the cat on your lap to startle and scamper away in fear. The abrupt interruption made you burst into laughter, and you reached over to the coffee table, attempting to pour yourself another shot, albeit missing the glass.

"Oops," you giggled as you tried to regain your composure.

You lifted the shot glass to your lips and knocked it back, the burn of the vodka a welcome distraction from the rising tension in the room. You made a playful show of sipping it, and he noticed the few drops of vodka dribbling down your chin.

"Oh, I'll take care of that," he offered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Leaning forward, he lapped up the remaining vodka off your mouth. His lips were soft against your skin, but the sensation sent shivers down your back, the feelings of lust growing stronger with each passing minute.

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his unexpected action, and gently batted him away. "Mm... 'toru, you're drunk,'' you mumbled in a half-hearted protest.

"So are you," he purred, brushing his fingertips down the column of your neck. "'M getting so, so tired of just holding your hand..."

His words were slow and deliberate, the effects of the alcohol manifesting in both his speech and movements. He reached forward and traced his fingers along your jawline, subtly urging you to lift your chin, as if he wanted to kiss you. His words were slurring together and he was practically glued to you now, doing poorly at hiding the raw desire in his gaze.

You let out an exasperated groan. "But the game... I wanna finish the drinking game," you whined, attempting to steer the focus back to the film.

"I wanna finish, too... But not in the way you're thinking of," Satoru replied, his words carrying a seductive tone, his gaze fixated on your lips. The alcohol had clouded his judgement, blurring the lines between desire and restraint.

He leaned in even closer, not fully registering your discomfort with the proximity. His primal instincts were taking over, fueled by the alcohol. He wanted to bite, to taste, to make you his.

You groaned again and prodded his chest, attempting to gently redirect his attention. "I wanna know who Jigsaw is, though," you grumbled, gesturing vaguely toward the television as the film continued to play.

Satoru's actions were fueled by desire and amplified by the effects of alcohol. He snickered and wrapped both of his arms around your body, his movements slow and deliberate. His touch was both tender and electric, each caress sending waves of heat through your body.

"He’s John Kramer," he whispered against your neck, his voice laced with desire that sent shivers down your spine. "Jigsaw’s name he took up after he was… Ah, what’s the word? Um… Oh, diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer."

A satisfied hum escaped Satoru, and his hands began tracing a pattern on your body, teasingly close to the hem of your t-shirt. The sensation left you feeling hot and yearning for more.

You turned your head toward him, a drunkenly exasperated look on your face. "How the hell d'you know that?" you muttered. "You've not seen this before..."

"I’m a genius," he quipped, his confidence bolstered by the alcohol.

He placed another kiss on your neck, this time closer to your jaw, and you could feel his lips tugging and nibbling at your skin, igniting a rush of pleasure. His half-lidded gaze was fixated on your mouth, a silent plea to indulge in the desire that had been building between you. 

You couldn't help but sigh, your exasperation giving way to a soft laugh. "Prick... You worked it out," you admitted. “You always spoil the twists.”

Satoru chuckled quietly under his breath, his hand still resting on your cheek, his fingers continuing their sensual trail along your jawline. It was as though he couldn't make a simple movement without infusing it with an enticing quality.

His gaze remained fixated on your lips, their perfection and inviting allure captivating his attention. The alcohol-induced haze seemed to have amplified his desires, leaving him irresistibly drawn to the intimacy that lingered between you.

Satoru leaned in, his warm breath tickling your ear, and he posed a question that sent a shiver down your spine. "You wanna finish this game?"

"What, are you John Kramer now?"

But Satoru appeared to be paying little attention to your words, his chest rising and falling against yours as his breath grew heavier. He moved in closer, brushing his lips tantalisingly against your own, teasingly slow and maddeningly tempting, but not a real kiss.

Once more, he whispered against your ear, his voice filled with longing. "You're so beautiful," he groaned, his words sending a jolt of desire coursing through your body.

"You spoiled the film for me, 'toru," you grumbled, a playful frown on your face. "Make it up to me."

Satoru's breath still lingered against your ear as he responded with a husky murmur, "I can think of a few ways." His tongue began to tease your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Fuckin’ tease. So soft ‘n’ perfect, and I want you..." he muttered, his words a seductive melody that continued to set your senses ablaze.

Frustrated by the teasing and unable to resist any longer, you rolled your eyes and lunged towards Satoru, overshooting slightly and accidentally bumping his nose. In the first few seconds, he seemed stunned, caught off guard by the sudden embrace. But as realisation dawned, he responded fiercely and passionately, wrapping his arms around you and pressing himself into you, the connection intensifying with each passing moment.

Your hand fumbled in an attempt to caress Satoru's face but ended up getting tangled in his hair. Satoru, equally tipsy, giggled and attempted to steady you by grabbing your shoulder but nearly lost balance himself, tipping into the sofa cushions.

Your mouths meshed together, a flurry of enthusiastic, sloppy kisses—wrestling match of lips and tongues, each trying to find a rhythm but failing gloriously. You broke apart momentarily, wiping your mouths and laughing at yourselves and the mess you had made.

He struggled to catch his breath, panting heavily. "Wow..." he murmured, his voice husky and strained. "Where’d that come from?"

You laced your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly, and kissed up the column of his neck, whispering into his ear, "You spoiled all the fun. Make it up to me."

Satoru's body responded almost immediately to your touch, a guttural sound escaping him as desire surged through him. He was at the mercy of your presence, and the intensity of his longing for you only grew by the second. 

"Mm..." he managed, his voice thick with desire. "You're so demanding. I like that." His grip on your chin was firm but gentle as he pulled you closer, your faces inches apart. "Kiss me again," he requested, his desire palpable in his voice.

Satoru shuddered and let out a low, primal sound as you kissed him, the electricity between you electrifying the very air. He attempted to say something, but you drowned his words with your passionate kisses, losing yourselves in the intoxicating connection. Your tongues danced and intertwined, the taste of vodka on his lips adding to the fervour of the moment. He trembled, unable to contain his reaction to your touch, surrendering to the sensations that coursed through him.

The feel of your fingers running through his hair and the sensation of your tongue against his neck drove him wild. He wrapped one arm securely around your body, pulling you closer, fitting together like two puzzle pieces that belonged perfectly—exclusively—to each other. The world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you, consumed by the intensity of your desire and the magnetic pull you shared.

You shifted on the couch, straddling Satoru, the chemistry between you undeniable as you continued your passionate kiss. Satoru gasped and let out a low moan, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the desire that surged within him. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers flexing and exploring the curves of your body, desperate and hungry.

Your mouths danced in a wild frenzy, tongues intertwining. Every touch, every movement, sent electricity through both of you. Satoru struggled to contain himself, your presence rendering him powerless in the most enticing way. His hands roamed up your thighs, teasing and tempting, the sensation leaving you both breathless.

Slowly, you ground against each other, the pleasure intensifying with each movement. Satoru groaned softly, his head rolling to the side as he fought to maintain a semblance of control. But the intimate contact and suggestive position made it nearly impossible for him to hold back completely.

Whispering again, his voice husky and strained with lust, he let out a breathless, "Oh, my God..."

Satoru's deep groans filled the room, his pretty blue eyes now nearly rolled back into his head, completely consumed by the intense desire coursing through him. His grip on you tightened, almost painfully so, as he clung to you desperately, unable to get enough.

You continued to grind against him, kissing, biting, and sucking his neck in a frenzied display of passion. Satoru's control was slipping away rapidly. His fingers flexed around your hips, exerting a pressure that bordered on pain, but he was powerless to stop himself. Lust had transformed him into an unbridled animal.

"No... No, no, no..." he groaned under his breath, his voice strained and filled with desperation. "This is... Too much... I can't take much more of this..."

His movements against you grew more urgent, the veneer of control slipping away as he allowed his desires to guide him. Satoru's movements grew more uncoordinated, and he seemed to have lost all concern for your comfort. His focus was solely on his own pleasure, his desire pushing him to the brink of abandon.

He pressed himself against you, moaning deeply as he buried his face in your neck, his grip on your hips unrelenting. His tongue and lips moved sloppily across your skin, and he seemed to have surrendered to the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through his body. His movements were fueled by a deep lust that made it seem like no one but you could satisfy him.

He pressed his body against yours with an urgent pace, each movement dictated by an insatiable craving. You could feel the pressure of his teeth against your skin as he sucked hard, his whispered words barely audible in the midst of his lust-fueled frenzy.

"S-stop…! I-I... Need to... Need to..." he stammered, his struggle for coherence evident as he fought against the consuming desire.

But you felt his rhythmic movements, a desperate rocking that reflected the depth of his longing, and you knew better. He was painfully hard, and he needed you too badly to stop now. He could feel the pre-cum dripping down the length of his aching cock, confined by his boxers and layers of clothing. The warm, wet stickiness coated the cotton of his underwear, but he wished more than anything that it was your skin.

His legs twitched, and his grip on your hips remained tight, a lifeline as if he feared you might slip away. His forehead glistened with sweat, his heavy breaths filling the air, passion that holding him captive. He had become a vessel, lost in the overwhelming storm of desire, struggling to regain control even as he knew he was slipping further away.

The desperation in Satoru's voice was palpable, a clear indication of the battle raging within him. You were on the edge of concern for his well-being, but the potent mix of desire and alcohol clouded your judgement. He was slipping further into the abyss of lust, his once coherent thoughts succumbing to the overpowering need.

His hips moved up and down against you, his body aching for release, his muscles flexing and tensing in his struggle to maintain a semblance of control. "Stop... Just... Can't..." he groaned in frustration. "Oh, please, God I need to..."

"C'mon, 'toru. Take what m'giving you and make it up to me," you whispered into his ear.

Satoru's face flushed, and he choked on his breath, trying to comprehend your words amidst the chaos of his senses. After a moment, the meaning of your demand seemed to register, and his voice faltered as he attempted to respond. But words failed him, and all that escaped were incomprehensible babblings of pleasure and need. 

"P-please... I... Can't... It's too g-good. Oh, fuck..." he struggled to articulate, the intensity of the moment rendering him nearly incoherent.

A loud, primal moan escaped Satoru as he reached his orgasm, the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming him as he gasped and shuddered. You pulled back, drunkenly giggling as you teased him. Your fingers ran through his sweaty hair, pushing the damp strands away from his eyes.

"Aw... You came already?" you taunted.

Satoru's body trembled with the aftermath of pleasure. Your touch was almost too much for him to bear as he rested his head on your chest, his eyes wide open, his mind temporarily blank as he grappled with the enormity of what had just transpired. He was so lost in his own satisfaction that he failed to fully grasp your teasing.

"Mm... Yeah," he mumbled, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "Sorry... I... Lost control."

Still shaking, Satoru looked at you, his flushed face and trembling body bearing witness to the intense release he had experienced. He attempted to speak again, but only a low groan escaped his lips.

"So needy," you remarked.

Satoru appeared completely exhausted, as if he had just completed a gruelling marathon rather than experiencing the intense pleasure that had overcome him during your passionate encounter. The intensity of the moment had left its mark, and he remained lost in the aftermath, struggling to regain his composure and find the right words to express himself.

Satoru continued to tremble, his body still awash in waves of pleasure and clouded by the effects of the vodka. Your teasing and taunting in these vulnerable moments made his heart race, and he responded with a lack of shame.

"Fuck, I am... And I'll admit it, too… God, I really am pathetic. I got off in... In so little time," he confessed, his words carrying a sense of unabashed satisfaction.

You smiled and tenderly caressed his flushed cheeks, cupping them in your hands and feeling the warmth of his skin against your palms. His proximity, your words, and the sensuality of the moment had his heart racing, and he couldn't help but respond to your every move.

"It's cute... So cute, so slutty," you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

Experimentally, you rolled your hips against him, biting your lip provocatively. Satoru's body reacted immediately, his breath quickening as he tilted his head, his eyes filled with desire. His hands instinctively gripped your hips once more, and a cute squeak escaped his lips as you continued to caress him, your hips moving in a slow and sensual rhythm.

You giggled and rolled your hips again, squishing his cheeks in your hands. "Mmm, you're so cute when you're drunk..."

Satoru was still sensitive, and your movements sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. His own desire remained unabated, and he couldn't help but respond to your playful advances, the intensity of the moment making it impossible for him to resist.

"Mm... Mmm... God..."

Satoru's body responded yet again, his breaths growing heavy and laboured. His heart raced, each beat echoing loudly in his ears, his trembling hands betraying the intensity of his desire.

"N-no... Not like this... S-stop..." he mumbled, his words slurring together, unable to distinguish between his body's reaction to lust and the effects of alcohol. "It's... T-too much..."

"Needy, needy slut," you continued to taunt.

Your kisses on his neck and the sensation of your fingers through his hair sent electric shocks of pleasure through his body. He was losing himself completely in his response to your touch, the boundaries between pleasure and the haze of intoxication blurring.

"Mm... Mmm... No... No, stop..." he begged, his words transforming into a plea. Your lips on his neck were driving him wild, eliciting loud moans and gasps from deep within him.

Satoru let out a low-pitched moan as you teased and whispered sinful words into his ear. You overwhelmed him, and even though he knew it was all a game, he found himself playing into it more than he let on. His body was completely at your mercy, and he felt his muscles tensing and contracting as he tried to hold back from cumming again, still so sensitive from the last time.

"Stop…! Too much... I-I know what you're doing... I-I... Can't take it..." he gasped. "’S too much... You're killing me..." he moaned.

Satoru's control over his body had vanished entirely at this moment. Lost in the whirlpool of lust, he was begging for more. His voice shook as he protested, his whole body trembling as he struggled to maintain some semblance of restraint. Unable to stop himself, he leaned into you, his head tilting as you kissed, licked, and caressed his neck.

"Needy, pathetic slut," you murmured into his ear.

"Too... Fuck... Mmmm...." he mumbled, his voice hoarse and his body writhing. "Please..." he begged. "Don't... Do that... I can't stop... Not like this... Please..."

He heard every taunt you said, but the overpowering rush of euphoria had him gasping and moaning, unable to hold back any longer. He gave in.

Satoru's body trembled as he came again, his moans escaping his lips incoherently. His eyes were rolled back in sheer ecstasy, his face contorted in pleasure. Afterward, he remained still and silent for a moment, basking in the afterglow of his release. His breathing slowly calmed, and he stared blankly into space, lost in the post-orgasmic haze.

As the credits of the film rolled on the television, you continued to stroke his hair and affectionately kissed his cheek. "Cutie, so blissed out," you murmured.

Satoru's heart beat slowly and gently, his body relaxed and content. He seemed to be in a state of pure satisfaction.

"Mm... Mmm... H-hm...?" he mumbled in response.

Satoru smiled and brought his fingers up to his cheek, where you had kissed him. He ran them softly across his face, savouring the lingering sensation. He was gradually regaining his sense of self, but a look of contentment still lingered. He rested his head back on the sofa and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"You… You know how to make a guy's legs go weak," he murmured, smiling lazily.

You smirked and rocked your hips against him slowly, watching him hiss through gritted teeth. "Seems like it, yeah."

Satoru let out a low growl of desire and tightened his grip on your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of playfulness and desire.

You tilted your head coyly, running your fingers along his jawline. "Maybe. Is that a problem?"

He chuckled softly, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "Not at all. In fact, I think it's only fair. You’re having fun teasing me, driving me nuts."

You let out a laugh. "Teasing is an art form. I think I’ve mastered it."

Satoru grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Consider me your willing canvas."

You playfully leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his ear. "Oh, I have many more colours to paint with."

His breath hitched, and he swallowed hard. "I look forward to the masterpiece."

With a playful wink, you moved away, giving him a moment to catch his breath.

"Mmm.... God, you're insufferable..." Satoru murmured. His cheeks burned a rosy pink as he squirmed a bit under your rocking against him, but he did nothing to fight or stop it. "Too much..." 

He seems close to losing himself to you again. He turned his head away from you and pressed his forehead against the sofa. He scrunched his eyes shut and just groaned.

"You can take some more, Satoru," you drawled.

His expression hinted at both pleasure and annoyance. Satoru grimaced and squirmed against the sofa. His eyes opened and he looked up at you, his face flushed and his body shaking a bit.

"No I... I can't... I'm too weak for this..." he mumbled, his words slurred with a mix of pleasure and annoyance. He was completely overwhelmed by your tease, but his body couldn't really help but respond to you.

"N-no... Too much... I... I c-can't..." he gasped. “Not again, not again…”

You leaned in closer, your voice low and tempting. "Are you sure, Satoru? You're enjoying this."

Satoru's resolve was weakening rapidly, and he bit his lower lip, struggling to maintain some semblance of self-control. "I... I really should... I should stop you," he stammered, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"You should," you teased, brushing your lips against his ear. "But will you?"

He let out a frustrated groan, torn between the intense pleasure you were offering and his own desire to exercise restraint. "Fuck me," he muttered, his voice a mixture of desire and frustration.

You continued to move against him slowly, your lips tracing a delicate path along his jawline. Satoru's grip on your shoulders tightened, his breath hitching as he struggled with the sensations overwhelming his body.

"Come on, Satoru," you purred. "Just a little more... Give in to me."

He hesitated, his willpower waning, and you could see the internal struggle playing out in his expressive eyes. Finally, with a shuddering sigh, he gave in, his resistance crumbling. 

"Alright... A little more," he whispered, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure you offered.

You snickered and kept rocking your hips against him. "Look at me."

"Mmm... What?" Satoru murmured. 

He was slowly getting more and more worked up again. His words were getting harder to understand. He seems to be losing his ability to think straight. His head rested gently against the couch cushions, his eyes half-closed, his furrowed eyebrows a testament to his focus on every exquisite sensation you offered—your words, your voice, your touch—all conspiring to drive him to the brink of ecstasy. He was far too busy focusing on the pleasure of your body against his to hear your words.

"I... I can't focus... Can't stop it…!" he whimpered, his words barely reaching your ears.

You laughed and stripped your t-shirt off. "Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

Satoru's eyes flickered at the sight of your chest, his jaw going slack, but he tried desperately to keep them focused as he groaned and squirmed against the sofa. 

"Yes... Y-yes... Oh, fuck me… Too much... Mm... Mmm."

Satoru's self-control was hanging by a thread, the tempting display before him driving him wild with desire. He tried to hold your gaze, but it was a challenge as the pleasure intensified.

"Just a little more," you coaxed, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

Satoru's breathing grew ragged as he struggled to maintain focus. He reached up and cupped your face, his fingers trembling with the effort to stay composed.

"I... I can't hold back," he gasped, his voice thick with desire and frustration.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss, intensifying the sensations coursing through his body. His mouth, warm and soft and eager, tasted like the vodka you had indulged in, but that wasn’t what made you feel so drunk. Satoru's grip on you tightened.

He struggled to maintain focus as you leaned in closer, your voice a sultry whisper against his ear. "Let go, Satoru. Just for a little while..."

He gasped, feeling the temptation building in the pit of his stomach. "I... I can't..."

"You can," you encouraged, your breath warm against his skin. "You deserve this, ‘toru."

His body trembled, torn between his desire to hold on and the allure of surrendering to pleasure. "Just... A little more," he whispered, his resistance crumbling as he gave in to the mounting ecstasy.

You bit your lip and guided his hands to your tits, still grinding against him. There was a look of shock on his face but he seemed to be doing his best to keep his eyes on you. The intensity of your connection continued to build as Satoru's touch grew bolder. His moans and whimpers filled the room, mingling with your own sighs of pleasure. You maintained eye contact with him, a sultry smile dancing on your lips as you revelled in his desperation that we wore so brazenly.

Satoru's fingers explored every curve and contour of your chest, his grip growing tighter as his need intensified. He couldn't tear his gaze away from your eyes, from your body. 

"Mm.... Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck," he murmured as your hips continued rocking against him. He whimpered and let out a few soft moans as the sensation built. "God..." 

"Yeah? How's that, hm? Needy boy," you teased.

"Mmm…! Oh, God... So much..." Satoru murmurs as his hands continued fondle your chest.

His body was so sensitive that constantly squirmed and his breath hitched and trembled. His grip on you tightened as he continued moving his hands across your tits and squeezing the soft, supple flesh. His words had almost become completely incoherent, reduced to just desperate moans and half-sentence fragments.

"Oh, God... Need you…! Please… Mmmm..."

But just before he could fall into bliss, you caught him, pulling yourself away.

Satoru gasped and squirmed, disoriented by the sudden change. Confusion and fear laced his voice as he whimpered, desperately seeking understanding. "What's... What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he whined, his vulnerability on full display. "Do I... Do I need to beg more?"

His eyes, wide and imploring, pleaded for reassurance and guidance. Meanwhile, you grinned mischievously and knelt down in front of him, leaning on his knees.

"You've made quite a mess, ‘toru," you cooed, a musical edge to your voice.

His eyes widened, his gaze dropping to his sweatpants. Horror washed over his features as he noticed the conspicuous wet patch where his cum had soaked through, his face now a canvas of embarrassment.

"Oh.... Oh, fuck..." he whimpered, mortification taking over. Frantically, he shifted and tried to hide himself, begging you to avert your gaze. "Oh god... Don't look... Please, please..."

As he tried to cover himself with his hands and turn away, but you wrenched his wrists away and pinned them to the sofa beside him.

"Look at me."

"Mmm... No! No, please…!" Satoru protested.

He squirmed and fought you, trying desperately to move away and trying to pull his wrists away from you. He seemed terrified at the thought of you seeing him like this, all soiled and ruined and dripping.

"Don't look at it... Please..." he begged, tears welling up in his eyes, his cheeks flushing a brilliant cherry-red that you could see clearly, even in the low-light.

You smiled sweetly and teasingly pressed a quick kiss to the wet patch. "So needy."

You maintained your hold on Satoru's wrists, preventing him from averting his gaze or escaping your teasing advances. His body jerked and he lets out a moan. His face contorted with a mix of shame, pleasure, and fear. He writhed beneath you, caught between wanting to escape the situation and being unable to deny the arousal he felt. His protests were weak, his resolve crumbling in the face of you. He grew more desperate, his tear-filled eyes reflecting a mix of pleasure and distress.

"Don't look at it…! Please..." 

Ignoring his pleas, you pressed another teasing kiss to the wet patch, causing him to whimper and moan in response.

"Please... No... Stop it…! It feels good, but... Please..." he mumbled, his body trembling beneath your touch.

Your snickers filled the air as you continued your playful assault, leaving a trail of kisses along the fabric of his inner thighs. Your fingers maintained their firm grip on his wrists, ensuring he remained under your control, his vulnerability and desire laid bare before you.

Satoru whimpered and struggled to control the mounting pleasure surging through his body. He gasped and moaned, his hips involuntarily bucking into the air, seeking more stimulation.

"Ahhh…! Ahhh... Please... Oh, fuck! Mmmm..." he continued to whimper, lost in the throes of desire.

Your teasing words only fueled his need further, his desperation evident in every breathy plea and every quiver of his body. "Aw, you're so cute, ‘toru."

As you skillfully removed his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers, his eyes widened and his gaze turned even more intense.

"Ple... Please... Please, more..." he begged, his voice a husky mix of need and yearning.

You pressed your hand to the soaked patch on his boxers, feeling the heat and dampness, relishing in his vulnerability. Your fingers curved around his throbbing erection, and you palmed him through the material with just the barest pressure. His pleas for more were music to your ears.

"More? Yeah, you want more?" you teased, your tone laced with innocence that belied the intensity of the situation.

"Mmm... Ahh…! No, no, no please... Please… C-can’t take more…" he stammered, torn between desire and the overwhelming sensations he was experiencing.

"But you just said you wanted more," you teased with a pout.

Satoru's pleas had reached a feverish pitch, his desperation palpable in his voice and movements.

"Oh, fuck... Please... More, more, more..." he begged, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

You maintained a playful demeanour, revelling in his heightened desire. As you tugged his boxers down, exposing him completely, he gasped audibly. His cock sprung free, slapping his stomach. Your jaw dropped at the sheer volume of cum and pre that had accumulated. You couldn't help but be drawn to the way his hips responded eagerly, pushing into the air with an instinctive urgency. His pretty cock—flushed, dripping, hard and aching—twitched as precum drooled from his slit.

"That's what I thought," you said smugly, trailing your fingers trough his mess and then spitting into your hand.

Your actions only intensified his yearning, and as you used your saliva-slicked hand to tease and pump him, the sounds of wet friction filled the room. With each and every drag of your hand down the shaft of his hard, aching shaft there was a loud, satisfying ‘schlick’ sound that accompanied his whimpers.

"Yeah? Is that enough or do you still need more?" you taunted, a smirk curving your lips.

Netflix's 'Are you still watching?' message went unnoticed, as you were both thoroughly engrossed in your homemade entertainment.

Satoru could hardly form words, the pleasure now overwhelming any ability to express himself coherently. He let out a strangled moan, his hips involuntarily frotting into your hand as he gasped for air, unable to respond beyond the primal sounds escaping him. His body shook and his hips bucked desperately, more precum drooling from the cutely flushed pink tip.

"H-hnnn... Ahhh... More..." he managed to stammer, his voice barely coherent, lost in the sea of sensation.

You couldn't help but tease, watching him struggle with his need. "Yeah? You gonna be a good slut and keep begging for more?"

His wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours as you continued, each movement sending shockwaves through his trembling body. "P-p-please... Please... God, fuck..." he begged, the words strained and barely forming.

He struggled to communicate his desires amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "I... I n-need... Ahhh…!" he whined loudly, his body convulsing with the effort.

Teasingly, you challenged him and retracted your hand. "Oh? What d'you need, hm? Better use your words and tell me.”

He whimpered and shook his head, desperate for the sensation to return. "G-God... I... I need… Oh... God..." he panted, his desperation palpable. "I need... You need to..."

Teasingly, you prodded him further. "You need me to...?"

But he was beyond the ability to respond with anything more than monosyllabic pleas for more, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. You laughed, toying with him further, adjusting your position and enveloping his slicked cock between your tits, squeezing gently with your hands on either side of them as you began a tantalising movement.

"Isn't this fun?" you teased, taking note of the tremors that coursed through his body. "You're such a cutie."

His features, typically so composed and captivating, were now a canvas of raw emotions. The pleasure surged through him, leaving him helpless in its wake, his body reacting to the intense sensations. Tears streamed down his face in torrents, leaving streaks on his typically flawless skin. His eyes, usually vibrant and full of life, were now swollen and red, the brilliance dimmed by the weight of his desire. Uncontrolled sobs wracked his body, causing his normally steady breaths to hitch and break in heartbreaking cadence.

In that moment, all pretense of strength was lost. His shoulders, usually squared and proud, hunched forward under the weight of his surrender. The weight of the world seemed to bear down on him, crushing the bravado and exposing the raw, unguarded depths of his ache.

His hands, usually so steady and assured in their movements, trembled uncontrollably. Fingers clenched tightly, seeking desperately for something to hold on to, to anchor him amidst the storm of his anguish. Each sob escaped his lips with a wrenching ache, echoing the depths of his desperation.

His eyes rolled back into his head just as his dick bucked against your chest, and your eyes were struggling to find a place to rest on: his flexing abdomen, trembling thighs, quivering lips, shaking hands, twitching cock—a total buffet of expression.

"Almost there, aren't you?"

Satoru let out the loudest groan he could manage and shuddered against your chest. His mouth curled into a tiny, smug smile before his jaw went completely slack. A few seconds later, he came. Your tits were coated in thick spurts of his hot, sticky cum—flooding your skin and dripping down your abdomen. 

"Aw, you've done so, so well... So good for me," you said sweetly.

You could feel him shaking as he writhed and twitched, and it seems he was still caught in the aftershocks. Satoru lay there, his body still trembling. His chest heaved with each labored breath, his mind swimming in the euphoria that engulfed him. You gently stroked his thighs, grounding him and bringing him back to reality, his breathing immediately calming. He couldn't believe what had just happened, how every touch, every sensation, had left him in such a state of blissful exhaustion.

"G... God..." he whispered shakily. His whole body shivered and he continued to breath heavy and hard. "Fuck..."

Satoru breathed heavy and hard, panting as he slowly came back to reality. He was so exhausted and worn out that he could barely form any coherent thoughts, and his eyes were already closing.

"Oh... God..." he stammered and took a deep breath. "That was amazing..." he said softly, looking down at you with a weak smile. He mumbled, still struggling to put a sentence together. "I didn't know—I didn't know it could be like that..."

You smiled and got up off your knees, sitting next to him on the couch. You kissed his cheek. He seemed so vulnerable now that his defenses were gone, and he let out a small sigh before he leaned his head on your shoulder. His hair was still covering his eyes, but you could see the blue glow through the strands.

He lets out a small yawn and blinked slowly as he glanced around, his expression soft but still so very tired. Satoru's smile grew as he looked at you, his eyes filled with a newfound warmth and affection.

You gently brushed a few strands of hair away from his face, your fingers tracing a soothing path across his cheek. "It can be pretty amazing when you're with the right person," you whispered tenderly.

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. "With the right person… I... I'm so..." he said hoarsely. He sighed and shook his head slightly. "Ah... I'm so tired..." he whimpered, his arms still wrapped around you.

“You still need to clean me up.”

Satoru groaned and pouted, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Oh c'mon... You like it..." he said, trying to sound annoyed but in reality he was still in a dazed, delirious state. His eyes flickered and he blinked slowly.

You raised a brow. "But you made a mess."

He whined again as he continued to cling to you. He seemed so tired that he could fall asleep like this, but not before giving you one last look of annoyance.

You pushed his face into the mess he left on you. "Yeah? See how you like it."

"Ew…! It's all sticky and warm..." he complained as he squirmed and tried to get away from you. He attempted to sound like he was annoyed, but his grin gave him away. He looked very proud of himself. "I'm so tired, just give me a break..." he whined, laughing.

"Clean it up and I'll be your pillow," you teased.

He gave up his attempt of being mad and he smirked a little bit, and his head bobbed as he tried to nod. "Ahhh... Fine, deal," he said with a grin.

His tongue darted out and he sleepily started to lap up the cum he left splattered across your chest. His tongue trailed across you, and he still had it in him to whine against you even as he complied. You cooed at him teasingly and kissed his forehead.

"Aw, there you go."

Satoru chuckled weakly, managing to gather enough energy to clean up the mess he had made. His movements were slow and lethargic, and his eyelids drooped as he worked on the task.

You watched him, a fond smile on your lips. "You're such a dork," you remarked.

"Mmm..." Satoru mumbled in agreement, finally finishing his task. He flopped back against you, a contented look on his face. "Pillow now?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his half-closed eyes.

You chuckled and shifted, allowing him to rest his head against your chest. He sighed in contentment, snuggling closer.

"There you go, sleepyhead. Rest up," you whispered, gently stroking his hair.

He mumbled something incoherent, already drifting off into slumber. You smiled down at him, feeling a warmth in your chest. The night had been a welcome plot twist, to say the very least.

a/n: listen- *grabs your face* listen to me: if you ever, for some godforsaken reason, see gojo satoru walking around, you better send him my way!!!! *shakes vigorously* OKAY????? okay. also, it lives rent free in my head that it is in fact canon that satoru is a lightweight + hates drinking. i will be taking advantage of this knowledge until my dying breath. P.S. I'm from the UK and drinking culture is wayyy diff here, and i have a high tolerance, so apologies if my descriptions of drinking do not match your experiences.

this work belongs to STARRIERKNIGHT . please refrain from plagiarising any of my works and do not repost/translate/modify/copy onto any platforms.

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[sp1rit-realm]

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 hour three!!!!! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 forced proximity 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠ 𖦹 thank you for all the support on this series eeeekkkkkk you guys are the best

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 809

prologue / hour 2 << pt. 4 -- hour 3 >> hour 4

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Remus holds his cheek, "I said no slapping hard! What the fuck was that?"

"Oh, stop being a baby," You scoff, "I didn't even hit you that hard."

"Did too!" He argues.

"Did not!" You argue back.

"Did—" Remus is interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Hello?" He greets, and you see what he means when he says 'customer service voice.'

"Shoot," He sighs—it's funny hearing him try not to swear, "I forgot to tell you. I'm kind of stuck in a lift." He smiles worriedly, all wonky and wobbly.

'What a cute smile,' You think. Whiplash—that's what you get from looking away so fast. Where the fuck did that thought come from?

"I'm being genuine, Marty. I am stuck in a lift." Remus grimaces, and you can only assume his boss is yelling at him, "Well, what do you want me to do, Marty? Pry my way out of here?" He pauses, "No, that's not an actual option!"

You cover your mouth in an attempt to distort your voice, "Sir, the maintenance crew will be there in about five hours."

He shoots you a weird look, and then his boss says: "Okay, obviously you're stuck. You better come to work tomorrow, though!"

Remus grins, "Will do, Marty. Will do." 

He turns to you, bewildered, and asks: "Did you just... help me?"

"It's only because I can't stand how whiny you sounded," You cross your arms and stick your nose in the air.

"Well, I appreciate it." His voice is delicate, and your heart beats faster and faster and faster and— "I owe you one."

Your head snaps to him, "You do realize what you just said, right?"

He nods in full confidence.

"You owe me one. Am I hearing that right?" 

"Yup. I owe you."

You bask in it, grinning. 

Remus Lupin is making you grin, and you aren't bothered by it.

Remus finds himself grinning with you, and he—like you—doesn't care.

And then, you burst into laughter. It's music to Remus's ears, and he regrets not hearing it more. He regrets not being the cause of it. He regrets so much when it comes to you, but you'll never know that. That's what he decides.

He laughs with you, "What's so funny?"

"I think I'm going insane," You giggle, "Cos, well, I'm not minding you here," You take a deep breath, "Let's play a game."

Remus tilts his head, quirking an eyebrow, "A game?"

You gasp, "Let's play twenty questions!"

"...Okay. You go first."

"Are you a dog or cat person?"

Remus thinks for a moment, "Cat, I think. Okay, my turn." He puts his finger to his chin, "What's your favorite color?"

You tilt your head this time, but, unlike Remus, it's in confusion. "You know my favorite color," You smile at him with a weird, contorted expression.

He shakes his head.

"Yes, you do," You insist, "I told you."

"When?" He crosses his arms on the defense.

"At Lily's birthday. Remember? Back when we were..." You wave your hands around, "Not this."

He shakes his head, "No recollection." But his mind is screaming at him. He knows your favorite color—knows what shade. Hell, he knows the fucking hex code.

"Oh," You look at your shoes.

"It's not like you know mine. It's not a big deal."

"Green," You mutter, "Your favorite color is green." You still won't look at him, too scared of his reaction.

"How do you know that?"

You roll your eyes, piercing him with your glare, "'Cos you told me. You've told me plenty of things, believe it or not."

He laughs humorlessly, "When?"

"About a week after we met, you got really wasted and blabbed to me for about two hours." Your gaze returns to your scuffed shoes, "Also, Sirius wouldn't shut the fuck up about you before we met."

"What did I tell you?" Remus heats up with embarrassment at the fact that he doesn't remember—he needs to know what ammunition you have against him.

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"Just the person I wanted to see!" Remus shouts when you walk into the little pub you all frequent. You smile at him; he's holding a pint of beer, wearing that stupid smirk of his.

"Yeah?" You ask with a laugh, "I'm just the person you were looking for?"

He nods dramatically, "You heard it here first, babe."

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"You really don't remember?"

He, once again, shakes his head.

"It was the last day you were nice to me." You're not sure what prompts you to say it. Maybe you actually were going crazy—confessing things that you swore to never speak of.

And then, all the memories flood back into his brain. He flashes through the night in fractured seconds, catching glimpses of your smile and how pretty your hair looked. For a moment, he swears he's back there. Back when everything was simple for you two.

me when its getting good *evil smile*

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[aphroditesmoon]

I saw you were looking for lotr requests, could you maybe do enemies to lovers with either Aragorn x reader or Legolas x reader? Thanks! :)

shrike

aragorn x fem!reader

summary: aragorn confronts you of your reckless ways and you wonder if his anger is coming from irritation or simply a place of worry.

warnings: ranger!reader, angst(at first?), mentions of nudity(not nsfw), hurt/comfort.

a/n: since you gave me options I decide to do aragorn, hope it's to your liking<3

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Aragorn hisses through his teeth as the bitter cold finally starts to affect him after three daya of patrol.

His annoyance however, wasn't just directed at the weather. You had left 5 days ago to make sure the further away forest in south of Ithillien were clear of any orcs.

And unsurprisingly, you still had not return.

He had not even see glimpses of you nor any footsteps to follow since he started his patrol. Though some would say all that was just another sign of your capabilities as a ranger, he knew better.

When dusk had finally reach, Aragorn, with a defeated sigh decided to return to the small abandoned hut deep in the woods, marked by the dunedains as a safe house whilst it being unknown to other folks.

His stomach growled but he ignored his hinger as he started attending to his horse, cleaning it and making sure it's fed first before him.

As his fingers comb through it's mane, the birds screamed along the skies, alerting him of a presence. And by the loud sound of hooves getting nearer, his heart was relieved and at once he leaves his horse and turns towards you.

The thumping of the horse came to a half when met with Aragorn. Hands folding together againts his chest, the ranger was ready to launch into a long detailed lecture, but as the sight of you slumped on the horse, hands trembling as you hold on to the reins, he could only mutter a mouthful of elvish curse before rushing to your side and easily pulling you down into his arms.

You were not passed out, of course not. For if you were, you wouldn't be struggling againts his hold, determined to attempt a walk inside the hut.

After finally getting inside with his help, you shoved him off of you, walking in large shaky steps towards dinner table.

"No dinner?" You slurred as you fell right on the chair.

You felt Aragorn's gaze burn through your back but could barely care. "Oh, I thought you would've been in charge of that, seeing you were gone for almost a week, the least you could do was steal a chicken for me, you know."

You didn't have to turn around to know he was being sarcastic, one of his weirdly attractive scowls probably plastered on his face.

"There were orcs when I got there, now there aren't. I got the job done and that's all that matters, so I'd appreciate less yelling and more cooking." You responded casually, unaffected by his anger.

Aragorn had moved from across the door to your side in a split second, fingers holding you up by your chin to meet his eyes. "That is not all that matters you impetuous rodent." He grits out, voice low yet every word felt like a shout.

You ripped his hand of you face, hating how much of a child he's making you feel, immediately turning away from him.

"That is all that matters to me. Not you nor your opinion of how I complete my tasks." You hands were still shaking, but now of anger, not from tiredness. "I hate you." You remember to add. He says nothing, eyes unwaveringly glaring at you.

"You know-" you started, feeling defensive of yourself.

"I've fought multiple group of orcs with nothing more than a sword and a bow, and for every punch to the ground I receive, I've always managed to get back up." He lets out a short humourless laugh at your prideful statement.

"And what if one day you don't? What if one day you're slammed to the ground and couldn't find it in yourself to be revived from the cold grounds of earth?" You note on the softness of his tone, even still, as stern as ever.

"Then, I'll pray for the dirts of the earth to close itself around me and let myself remain there, where I belong." Oh how he hated to hear those words. It wasn't the first time you've said something along the lines.

You were so stubborn in everything you do, was it so hard for you let someone else make the call for once.

the silence after your last sentence was almost peaceful, too long for your liking however.

Aragorn then, ended the excruciatingly long quietness with a loud and tired sigh, embarked from the deep of his chest.

"I'll start skinning the chicken, if you could start boiling some water for it before you take a bath." He concluded.

You gave him a nod before gently getting up to do as you're asked.

Once the water was ready for him to boil the chicken, you make your way to the river not far from where you're residing. Sliding into the warm water, your eyes closes at the cleansing feeling of the water against your skin. Orc blood was so hard to be removed off, but this was a start.

You flinch as you rubbed some water againts your stomach, where a terribly bandaged wound was forgotten to be there. Strengthening yourself, you ignore the sharp pain throbbing where the water hits and finish off cleansing yourself.

You ducked your head under the water for one last time, water splashing about as you rise up from it's depth.

Basking in the light of night stars, you shake off the dripping water from your hair and body before turning around to climb off of the river.

As your eyes falls to the clean clothes instead of your dirty ones by the side of the river, it does not fail to notice the shadow of strider, walking inside the hut as soon as your head turned.

The ranger says nothing as you enter the hut a few me minutes later, but the elephant in the room remained, that is of how you're currently wearing his clothes.

He gives you plate of chicken and you muttered to him a small thank you before diving in.

As good as it was for an unseasoned chicken, the urge to make jests of his cooking has arose in your chest. You never did enjoy a quiet meal time. "Perhaps some spices next time, hm?"

He glares at you.

"This isn't your mother's house, we make do with what we have." You rolled your eyes dramatically, making sure he saw it. That was your aragorn, so serious all the time, like an old tired father of ten.

"My mother is dead so I'd have to make do if I was at her house anyways." You spoke quitely, still heard in his ears. This time it was he who rolled his eyes. childish rodent. his annoyingly aggravating rat.

Finishing the rest of the meal in a more comfortable silence, the tension on his shoulder and frowning face seeming to lessen.

You helped him with the dishes before going out to attend to your horse, feeding it and brushing it's mane before leaving it with a goodnight kiss on it's nose.

Expecting Aragorn to already be asleep, instead you're met with him awaiting you on the dining table with bandages and medicine rolled on the table. You stand by the door, staring at his preparation in suprise.

"Come on then you stubborn rabbit, that wrapping is awful, it'll fall open once you start jumping around again." He chided.

His voice broke the trance you were in as you obediently walked towards him, letting his expertise to bandage your wound properly.

You'd argue you could do it yourself, but even lone rangers need a helping hand sometimes.

#lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings fic #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #aragorn x reader #aragorn #aragorn heir of isildur #the lord of the rings #lotr #lotr fanfic

[stuffeddeer]

small insinuation of self harm

Dazai realizing he loves his s/o, telling them, and then wanting to tell the world ! He's very dramatic, so he repeats it religiously at the agency - a mantra that follows him everywhere :))

Until afterwards when he's alone in his apartment, heart beating out of his chest and feeling especially anxious. What's wrong with him? He didn't do anything differently today than he normally does...

He thinks hard as to what might be causing this, when the door opens and you step in. Oh, he's anxious about you.

But why? He loves you! He's quick to say it as you close and lock his door, and the feeling suddenly returns.

Oh.

He feels a sudden urge to break up with you, loosen contact, drive you away - Does he love you? He didn't want to tell anyone else (he did, he regrets it now). What happens if he falls out of love? Why did he do that? His chest just keeps squeezing, keeps constricting — feeling almost as though he was drowning in his thoughts. A moment of reprieve is granted only by the gentle placement of your hand over his heart.

"Are you alright?"

A few deep breaths and Dazai's heart rate is back in his control. Yes, he loves you, he thinks. But saying it is too scary.

Dazai just looks at you, a war tearing between his brain and his heart, unable to decide how to feel. His brain wants him to vanish: pack up and leave you forever so he doesn't have to deal with this vulnerability. His heart, however, wants to pull you closer. Never leave you, never let you out of his sight, always keep you within six feet of him to protect and love— and like you.

You pull his head onto your chest, cradling it in one hand as the other cards through his hair. "You can tell me anything, you know."

Dazai knows. But telling you he's not actually sure he loves you after his huge breakthrough what was merely the night before feels cruel.

It took a lot for him to open up and admit that, and he's not sure he can open up and admit that he regrets it. He should leave you - you deserve someone better, someone who can shout from the rooftops that you're theirs. But selfishly, he wants to hold you close and let you sooth him.

Seeing him still so torn, not moving as you hold him, causes a frown to come onto your face. All you want is for him to be happy and healthy and loved, and you'd thought you had a 66.67% success rate (you're working on the health thing). Like Dazai had moments prior, you wrack your brain for a change, and quickly land the same place he did: his love for you.

You smile softly, maybe a little sadly, and pull him closer until he's sitting on your lap. "Osamu," you press a kiss to the crown of his head.

He says nothing, just staring blankly. This is the hardest he's ever had to work to keep his heart in check, to stop the frantic beating. Is it hot in here? Should he take off his coat? Why can't he tell everyone he loves his partner? He does love them, he does.

How are you supposed to approach this? If you say you don't have to love me, he could go on the defensive. You just want him to relax. "I'd never force you to do something against your best interest."

Dazai meekly nods. Of course not. You always focus on him and his needs, emotionally and physically. You pack him lunches so he doesn't skip it at work and force him to eat dinners with you most nights. He just now notices the plastic takeout bag on the table - you must have brought that in when you first arrived. You want what's best for him, and he loves you for that! Doesn't he? Does he?

"I don't want you to force yourself into doing anything— saying anything you aren't ready for yet."

Dazai shuts his eyes tightly. Of course you figured it out. Feeling anxious, his heart beats desperately as he relinquishes control, not caring if you notice. Several soft apologies begin to fall from his lips quicker than you can stop them. The turmoil of this is eating him alive, and he hates it. Is running still an option? Does he even want to? The only thing keeping him from opening up new scars tonight is the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He's not sure if he'd leave even if you made him.

Fuck, but staying is so hard. His hands move up to tightly grip the fabric of your shirt, bunching it up between his fingers in hopes to ground himself.

You say nothing, allowing Dazai time to collect himself. Minutes pass, the food you brought likely cold now as Dazai just breathes in your embrace. A small growl from your stomach pulls him from his head finally, a small smile on his face as he looks up, seeing an embarrassed blush decorating your cheeks.

"Sorry, sorry!" Suddenly you're burying your head in Dazai's chest, seeking solace from your embarrassment. You trust him, love him enough to let him comfort you, just as he does you. A groan comes out of your mouth as your hands cover your face.

Dazai chuckles, pulling your head up before gently removing the hands covering your face. Your shoulders fall as Dazai's smile makes you relax. Whatever's bothering him won't go away over night, but you'll always be there to help.

"Come on, let's go eat," Dazai says, voice much calmer than it is when he's loudly boasting about his s/o at the agency. You don't mind. You like this version of Dazai all the same.

He loves you, he's sure of it. He just needs some time to properly accept it before yelling it from the rooftops - and you're more than happy to give him that time.

#i looove commitment issues dazai #he's just like me fr #tw sh #so erm sorry #i dont write angst usually 🤕 #and if i do it MUST have comfort. #I WRITE FLUFF!! silly little things #this is technically a part 2 to somethin else #where dazai says i love you for the first time but #that one needs heavy work so whatever #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd scenarios #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai fluff #dazai bsd #bsd x y/n #bsd imagines #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bsd fluff

[tachimichishrine]

"never enough"

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tachihara machizou x fem!reader {bodyguard AU!}

warnings: nsfw ; oral (receiving); car sex mentioned; cursing ; idk it's kinda vanilla

he was a spy within a spy within a spy.

first, the hunting dogs; they were not family. they were reminiscent of days, stupid days where he would thrive off of only wet smoke in the early hours of the day and the adrenaline of doing bad, doing something. cracking open safes, breaking into banks and carrying around his own weapons for the fun of it, just to see if he could. and boy, could he get away with it until that fateful day.

he was thrust into a world that was not his own. bloodthirsty, holding some kind of compulsive desire to exact revenge on the fiends and criminals of the world no matter the cost. it was not him, it was never him, but they were the family he was given.

then, the port mafia; his second life. an agent, an outsider among men and women who had dedicated their entire lives to this organization. he never felt like an outsider when he would command the black lizard or be commanded by his superiors. it felt natural. it felt real. too bad they were just a cover, a mission and a statistic among all the other cases and criminals he'd dealt with and would deal with throughout his life.

until the day mori asked him specifically into his office, offering him a third life. it was getting hard to keep track, but what other option did he have? a woman who was near and dear to mori's heart who had been loyal to the mafia for many years as a supplier of weapons. you didn't live in the underground, the opposite really: your toes dipped in crime only through the port mafia, but your entire body waded listlessly in the life of a regular person who was some kind of accountant or financial advisor or something unimportant enough to slip through one ear and out the other as soon as he heard it from the boss. you were good at providing them with artillery, though, and that's all that was relevant.

recently, mori had explained, your identity was leaked and many organizations have been simultaneously threatening to kill and recruit you. you dialed him nearly every evening, begging for some kind of help. for the longest time, that help was under the form of an escort named chuuya, whose presence alone by your side was enough to deter those pursuing you.

however, the executive had more important affairs to attend to for the coming months. a trip overseas, a negotiation, a mistake that needed correcting. sending one of his most powerful tools just to escort a regular civilian home at night was not viable. he would need an alternative. tachihara.

he did not want to be a babysitter. fuck, he was meant for more. besides, what kind of intel could he gather if he was stuck spending his time receiving calls about suspicious characters, begging for him to come and rescue you? he didn't have time for a damsel in distress. he didn't have the patience for it.

the first time, you were nervous, shy even. understandably so. tachihara thought it was funny when you'd eye his gun nervously or gently pull your body away from his whenever he got too close. no wonder people were targeting you; you make it too goddamn easy.

the second time, he was woken up at 2 in the morning with a call. your breathing was heavy and it sounded like you were recently crying from the short sniffling and wavering of your voice. someone was outside your apartment, and they were yelling at the window that they were going to send every limb of yours in separate boxes to 'your old pal mori'. he thought you were scared shitless for no reason. by the time he got there, bodies littered the ground. you were dragging one by the legs, and gave him a look. "aren't you gonna help me with these?"

the third, he had a little more respect, but still remained skeptical. turns out his role as a bodyguard involved more scaring off people and disposing of bodies than it did actual defense. not that he minded, he just didn't understand it. mori seemed to believe you were completely helpless when in reality you carried weapons on you at all times. of course you did. you were the port mafia's largest supplier, after all. he blurted out his question at you; you laughed and said that he wouldn't understand. the conversation ended there.

after two weeks, you were calling him nearly every day. word had got around that chuuya wasn't guarding you anymore, and a lot of people wanted to try to make a move. tachihara was glued to your side as soon as you'd finish work, and would sometimes crash on your couch if he was too exhausted from beating thugs to a bloody pulp on your way back to your apartment. he was beginning to understand that you didn't need protection, you needed the image of it to keep you safe. maybe you weren't so ditzy after all.

a month in, you were ambushed in front of your apartment. tachihara suggested you move, even though you both knew it didn't matter where you lived. blood splattered across his cheek and white shirt when he stepped into your room. he was washing it but it refused to come out. he stepped out to find you in your bra, scrubbing your shirt as well. his eyes met yours and something stupid happened. pants dropped on the floor shirt tossed in the corner boxers torn off his skin. teeth sunk into flesh and fingers running along lines of ecstasy. he did not sleep on the couch that night.

he'd lost count of how many times it had been after that.

his phone would buzz and a pool of excitement would build up in his chest, not knowing if it meant you needed him or you needed him.

heavy panting and the smell of sweat and gunpowder would emanate from the car he'd escort you in. the frame creaking as he pounded you senseless or your hips rocked hard enough to make him see spots of black among stars. he had to keep the collar of his jacket up to cover all the love marks you plagued his skin with, the rest of them vanishing from his thighs and chest. red blooming in stripes along his back from where your fingernails desperately pulled him into you. he'd always be gone by morning and it was never enough.

he didn't know how he'd gotten here.

fucking your thighs, which were clenched together as your face was buried in the sheets and ass slammed against his abdomen with every thrust. one hand was on your hips while the other was plunged between your legs. and he could feel the way you would tremble when his throbbing cock would glaze past your pussy, not close enough to relieve the aching pulse but just enough for him to feel your arousal dripping onto him.

"put it in," you rasped, barely able to wait any longer as his thumb rubbed furiously at your clit, ring and middle fingers too soaked from the way they would pump you up. this was the way it would always go: you would give out the orders and he'd follow through. he would always follow through.

he ran both of his hands along your skin until they were both stationed at your hips, and he tilted your ass further up so he could get a good angle. you didn't like waiting and he knew it, but something made him want to brat a little tonight. he rested the tip against your sensitive spot, but didn't make any motion to push himself into you. he'd already reached his high from your thighs, so he had time before it became unbearable for him, too. although the way you arched your back and tried to back yourself onto him might just prove him wrong.

"you're such a dick," you swore under your breath before pushing your palms into the crumpled sheets and getting up. your back his chest until it was chest to chest and you had him pinned beneath you with a look that meant he was in for more than he could handle. before long, he was paying for his little stunt with the way his lips were sucking down on your pussy, tongue jutting in and out of you as you rode his face. shit, he was hard again.

his fingers left the comfort of your thighs as he kept eating you out messily, hungrily like a man starved, and they soon trailed down his body to relieve himself. except they never got that far— in one swift motion you had his wrists pinned above his head all the while still rocking yourself on his face.

"fucking whore," you grit your teeth, expression sporting a shit-eating grin that had planned for this, but hips twitching and breathing thready like a hypocrite. you were not going to let him out from under you as long as he doesn't work his magic, but he fucking loved it when you took control. if it weren't for the pulsating throb and carnal desire to fuck himself on you, he might've just stayed like this all night.

but you weren't done.

even after you clenched around his tongue back arching head thrown back like you'd never felt this good before, he let his lips rub against your sensitive spot while you rode out your high. as soon as your hips left his lips, he found himself gasping for air but still looking up between your legs like he needed more. you repositioned yourself on him, still holding his wrists above his head, and finally let yourself sink down onto him with a string of curses.

tachihara wasted no time in fucking you from underneath, every drop of your hips meeting the upwards thrust of his own. you let go of his wrists in favour of digging your nails into his abdomen, grip nearly as tight as your pussy around him. he'd been loud all night, but this was the first moment a long, desperate moan escaped his lips rather than the grunting and heavy panting and curses.

you thought he was at his prettiest like this. face smeared with your cum, cheeks red and forehead covered in sweat which made his short strands of hair cling onto his skin. his back arching his hips thrusting into you and every muscle in his body tense as he chased the feeling of you all over him. you wanted to tell him how gorgeous he looked but choked on your own moan as he hit a dull spot deep within you.

it was never enough, but your alarm clock was reading 3:32 and you had called him well before midnight. his skin still had red marks from the way you had him tied up and smacked his ass while he was bent over the edge of the bed. he would never admit it out loud but you knew from the way he would whimper into the pillows as you pumped up his cock that he loved it when you handled him roughly.

even now, as both of you were having trouble breathing properly after going through the most intense of it, you left his length inside of you. you grinded against his body deeply yet slowly, almost imperceptibly so, as you kissed him in the same manner. your hands roamed his body again, until they settled among his tuffs of crimson and pulled his face deeper into yours.

once you grew tired of the taste of his lips, you moved onto that of his jawline, his earlobe and his neck. sinking your teeth into his collarbone, drawing blood only to lick it clean and kiss it all better. he laid down, letting you do everything you wanted. he'd never said no before.

you placed a final chaste kiss against his lips before pulling his face into the crook of your neck and his body into yours. you gently pulled him out of you with a squelch, and felt yourself clench around nothing as the feeling of warmth dissipated.

it was never enough, but it did a damn good job anyways.

#down bad tm #tachi fics #im unwell for them #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara smut #tachihara michizou x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tachihara x reader smut

[failing-to-write-again]

@lilithram a most excellent idea.

Vampire Defense Test 2.0 - Camouflage

Shu Sakamaki

Giggles slowly came into earshot as Shu lazed in one of the mansion's many foyers. Refusing to acknowledge them Shu's eyes remained shut and his earphones continued to play some symphony lowly in his ears. The smell soon followed, sweet and far too comforting for his liking, becoming more and more pungent as the source of the giggle's approached.

Shu then opened an eye. Like a fool, a poor poor fool.

Your outfit was certainly something he'd give you that. You had taken the time to stick cardboard to yourself creating a complex geometric pattern. Many right angles up in his face sending his eyes spinning like marbles for a few seconds. Your laughing ever present in the background.

Until his eyes snapped back to normal as his eyes finally pushed his focus past the shapes and on your very much less angular face.

"I know how dead I am but can you really blame me?" The only response you received was the characteristic dead eyed glare of the blonde. Slowly retreating as he begins to move to sit up you don't get far before a cold hand locks around your arm.

A scream barely escapes before you're in the vampire's lap and your cardboard insult was thrown to the far corner of the room. Sitting there stunned out of the corner of your eye you see Shu staring. Weirdly staring, not in the same creepy predatory stare you're used to but instead more just a look. He didn't even have you straddle him like he normally does when he deems a dose of teasing in order to balance the scales. Then, gently this time, you feel arms pull you to your side laying with your back to Shu on the sofa.

"Shu what are you doing?-"

"Hush."

Reiji Sakamaki

Reiji really had to stop this, you were becoming an incredibly effective distraction. It was your scent, or your taste, or maybe the feeling he had after drinking from you? He couldn't be bothered to pin point it right now though, not when he had you mere inches from his fangs.

His eyes scanned your face before your hand pined by his, caught his eye. A doodle of some sort covered your palm with squares within squares. A headache began forming as your eyes widened in surprise and alarm. Breathe stopping as chills ran down your spine.

"While this was not planned on my part, you really had to spot it now rather than when we were apart and I had time to run?" Nervous sarcasm could lessen the blow surely.

Reiji was simply smirking while staring down at the woman. Eyes having forced the hand to the background of his vision. Once his focus was back to your face the headache subsided considerably. Face nearing once again towards you as you gazed up at him with an expression that told of little else but almost boredom.

"Well it seems your little trick will not be as viable a tool as you suspect." Was all you could hear in that moment. Low baritone words while being surrounded by what felt like all sides by the thing holding you in place. The gentle biting sensation in your neck was both, in equal ways, welcome and worrying.

Ayato Sakamaki

You were really starting to get on his nerves. Anytime he pops up you and your fucking eye scrambling paddle. Pulling it up and running the second his daze got fuzzy. The worst part was that when he wasn't looking for a drink you were joking with him and acting normal.

Reaching his limit and storming into you room after weeks of this treatment. So focused on finally having you there, the paddle was left sticking in the wall somewhere and you were left defenseless with a very hungry vampire across from you.

"I can't keep not drinking anything Sparks," coming out as a whisper so close to a breathe.

"But, why aren't you... you have options." Words spoken to air for all the response you got. A head thumping on your shoulder with your speech being jumbled in between soft tufts of red hair.

Cold hands awkwardly raise until resting on your hips, hesitation oozing from you both. An inhale. An exhale. A bite.

#shu sakamaki x reader #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #reiji sakamaki x reader #ayato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki x reader #diabolik lovers imagine #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers #sakamakis

[jsprnt]

Healing Hearts PT.3 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: Hey loves! Thank you for the love. Here’s part three. Let me know if you enjoyed <3

WC: 3.608

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I shove a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in my mouth, contemplating while looking at my screen. "No, you would literally suffocate in that, especially in the club. It's like- twenty-five degrees Celsius over there?!" I exclaim, inspecting the dress, shoveling another scoop out of the tub. "It does look good on her though." Jul chimes in. "Do you have anything with an open back? What about the dress you just got?" Priya suggests. 

Monet had called all five of us for an 'emergency FaceTime', something about a cute new bartender working at the club she usually frequents. "Is the guy even cute?" Liz asks. I raise a brow, that girl had- let's say interesting taste. "He's an absolute snack. I'm telling you guys, he has the most gorgeous eyes, an he's like 190 cm tall and his tatts are so-" My thoughts wander at her descriptions of the man, that doesn't sound bad?

"y/n? Bitch, are you even listening?" I widen my eyes as I hear my name being called by Monet. "Hm what did you say?" I look back at my screen, all of the girls staring, with weird grins. "Why are you all looking at me like that. Guys? You're freaking me out." "What is our lovely y/n thinking about?~" I hear Liz say. "Nothing just occupied with work." I dismiss. "So what dress are you going to wear hm?" I decide to redirect the attention back to Monet. "Rightt~" She mumbles, before she starts rambling on about the dress again. 

We finally come to a conclusion, as we continue chatting. "So y/n any eye candy yet?" I look at Jul, her voice teasing. I stare at the screen for a moment, interrupted before I can utter a word. "Ohh someone cute must've caught her eye. Tell us, who's the babe? Another staff member? Oh my god! A player?" Liz gasps. "The wag life is screaming your name right now."

They all start talking at once. The most I can make out being 'which player?' and a way too enthusiastic 'finally!'

"Hold on, hold on- I didn't say anything yet!" I try to calm them down. "Tell us, are there cute guys?" They insist. I sigh. "Of course they're cute! There professional footballers, some of them are bound to be cute!" I blurt. I raise my hand in a stop motion before any of them can utter a single word further. "No, I can't date them thats super unprofessional. Besides, I just got out of a five year long relationship, can't a girl just be single for a while?"

They look at me for a moment, Priya breaks the silence. "You've never gotten so defensive before? There must be someone you think is cute~" I sigh, they'll never let it go, not now at least. I was the youngest of the friend group by only one year. Though, they loved teasing me like I was way younger than them. 

I open my mouth ready to protest before I'm distracted by two messages popping on my screen. I furrow my eyebrows, confused.  "What is it?" I hear Priya say. "Hold on-" I read the messages carefully. 'You've been added to a group chat named: LFC Staff'' and a 'You've been added to a group chat named: LFC'

"Oh right he told me that-" I mumble

"Who told you what?" The girls ask in unison.  I inspect the group chat members for a second, returning back to the call. My eyes wandering to the profile pictures. 

"They added me to the club group chats." I shrug.  "Really! Can you send me Trent's digits? He's cute~" I give Monet a 'what the hell are you talking about?' look. "You know I can't. Besides aren't you literally getting ready to see the bartender guy?!" I half yell, this girl was playing way too much. 

"Yeah, but I'd like to keep my options open alright?" I stare at my screen, before we all burst out in laughter. "You can't blame her." Jul chimes in. 

I yawn, checking the time '21:57' it read. We all catch up some more before we hang up. I get up to throw out the empty ice cream tub. 

My attention is directed back to the group chat. Surprisingly, most of the guys had profile pictures. I click on some of them, inspecting them a little. Coming across Virgil's. It's not a picture related to football at all, unlike the other guys. Just him sitting at a outdoor cafe with a beer. His sunglasses placed on his head. His muscular arms are visible due to the black T-shirt he was wearing, his tattoo- hold on what am I doing?

I exit the app, closing my tabs before turning my phone off. I need to stop before I start thinking crazy shit. I can't be doing that, right?

I walk into the bathroom, realizing my face looked a little flushed. I try to get myself together by doing my night skincare routine and brushing my teeth. 

I walk back into my room, setting my alarm quickly before throwing myself onto my bed. I sigh at the sensation of my soft bed. The soft covers lulling me into a slumber. 

I double check the progress reports, making sure everything is fully up to date. So we can send them to the physios of the national teams just in time for the national break. I lean back in my office chair, looking out of the window at the training pitch for a second before focusing again. Everyone had been doing fine physically so far, no serious injuries thankfully. The occasional players walking into my office for some uncomfortable or tense feelings in their muscles. 

It had been about four days since I started, though it already felt like home. The team had been getting ready for the match against Bournemouth, every training day getting more intensive. 

I had also been introduced to another fellow physiotherapist, Dr. Davis or James as he insisted I call him. He hadn't been here my first days since he was on paternity leave as he was just blessed with a baby girl. 

I already knew of his existence. When I applied for this job the description had stated that I'd most likely have to be in de medical room during matches, due to the club already having two physios with a lot of experience on the pitch. I was fine with that, this also was the case at Barcelona. Though, it didn't take them long to realize how good I was so they would make me work on the pitch after a while. 

I save a players report, clicking onto the next one before a knock on my office door diverts my attention. "Come in!" I semi-yell, before being confronted by an anxious looking Virgil. 

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, this didn't look good. "Hey, what's wrong?" I get up approaching him at the door. 

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. We're training and my calf feels pretty tense-" I interrupt him before he starts apologizing again. "Don't apologize! it's my job, remember?" I guide him to the treatment table, he sits there, spreading out his long athletic legs in-front of him. 

I put on my gloves, grabbing some massage oil.  "Your calf you said?" I ask inspecting his leg.  "Yeah, just felt weird I'm sure it's nothing bad but I still wanted to see you. Dr. Woods has his hands full already." He says.  "Smart choice." I say, a smile on my lips.  We make eye contact for a split second. I don't know what came over me, but that made me feel.. Weird? It felt strangely- comforting? 

I mentally shake my thoughts away before I spread the oil on his calf. I massage his calf for a couple of minutes making sure to relieve the tense feeling. 

I take some tissues before wiping away the excess oil on his leg. I raise my head to look at him again. Surprisingly, I find him staring back at me already. He definitely had a staring problem. 

I clear my throat before speaking. "The tense feeling is probably gone. Let me know if you're experiencing any other pain." I smile. 

I take of my gloves discarding them as he gets off the treatment table easily. I turn back around to find his tall, muscular frame towering over me.  He gives me a smile before speaking.  "Thank you doctor, I appreciate it. See you." He says before winking and walking out of my office. I freeze as he turns around, quickly mumbling a small 'bye' as he leaves. 

Oh my god, why the hell is my heart beating so fast? I can't be doing this right now. Not this early. This is the first time I've been single since the age of twenty-one and it has me acting insane. 

I shake my head as if to get rid of my racing thoughts. Sitting back on my chair, trying to finish checking the remaining progress reports. 

I walk out of my office, deciding to walk out to the training pitches. I greet the staff as I walk past them in the hallways. Finally, stepping foot outside and greeting both Dr. Woods and Dr. Davis as the players are training next to them. 

The three of us are engrossed in a conversation, talking about the progress reports and any issues with the players conditions. 

We're speaking for a while, it's like our surroundings were blurred for a minute. 

But, before I could even register anything, a painful feeling washes over my face. My nose stinging with a seething pain, and before I'm even aware of it, blood starts pouring out of it. Staining my scrubs. 

My hands fly up to my nose, my eyes widening in surprise along with my eyebrows furrowing. I gasp, being totally in shock. Both of the physios staring at me appalled for a moment then back at the direction the ball came from. A very shocked and guilty looking Virgil staring back at us, along with other players he was training a 11 v 11 with. 

Dr. Woods moves quickly, immediately grabbing some gauze and handing it to me. My gazes averts to his hand, grabbing the gauze and holding it up to my nose. Pinching my nose bridge tightly. 

The man guilty of it all runs up to me, apologizing profusely. I look at him, he actually looks like his eyes are going to pop out of his head soon. If I wasn't bleeding out I would've laughed at his expression. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I repeat, as Dr. Woods suggests I wash my face with some cold water. Virgil nods immediately. "I'll take you." 

He pries my hands away from the gauze holding it up himself as he leads me back into the building, practically dragging me by my arm. I sigh, this really had to happen to me. This felt like high school PE again, well- apart from the perpetrator not being a stinky popular teenage boy. 

He walks me into the med room, turning on the sink. My hands fly up as I lean forward to wash my nose and the blood off of my face. But, I'm stopped by a determined sounding voice and a hand holding my jaw as the other on holds the gauze up to my impacted nose. "I'll do it, I'm sorry." He says, slowly letting go of the gauze and setting it aside. Grabbing a handful of water and bringing it up to my upper lips and forehead, repeating this until the blood flow had stopped fully. The sensation of his fingers hovering above my lip sending shivers down my spine.

I stand up straight again, as he hands me some tissues to dry my face. Thankfully, I had only worn sunscreen today, due to waking up later than planned. I glance at him, he still looked insanely guilty.

"y/n I'm so sorry- I was way to invested in training and the ball just-" I interrupt before he can say anything else. 

"It's fine I promise, I should've payed more attention to my surroundings. Bedside you'll pay for my nose job, right? I loved my nose." I joke, trying to lighten up the mood. 

A small smile creeps onto his lips, his eyes lighting up slightly. "Sure, I'd do anything." I inspect my nose in the mirror, nothing seems to look off. "You're safe, it doesn't look bad. Promise you'll work on your aim?"

We chuckle, before walking back to the pitch. I'm still holding some tissue up to my nose, just in case. Some players look at us, before they start teasing him. 

"Look at our captain, hurting our precious physio! You're so cruel." We hear Robbo shout. As Joel playfully slaps Virgil's back. 

"It's fine!" I shout, a little nasally due to the tissues I'm holding, blocking my nose bridge.   "He said he'd pay for my nose job so we're in the clear." I laugh, glancing at him. 

I see Dr. Woods walk up to me, as he tells me to let go of the tissue to inspect my nose. I do as he tells me, he sighs relieved before telling me my nose is fine. I glimpse at Virgil again, finding him already staring at my face. A unknown look in his eyes. My trance is interrupted by a concerned looking Klopp. 

"Does it look bad?" He asks Dr. Woods, before he gets reassured. Klopp turns towards Virgil, a semi-scolding look on his face. "Pay attention next time yeah?" He doesn't seem to be angry as he smiles at him, patting his shoulder. "I will big boss." He smiles back, the mood being way lighter than before. 

I'm told by both Dr. Woods and Dr. Davis it's best to go back to my office. The sun wouldn't be doing good for my sensitive nose. I walk back to my office, sitting onto my chair again. I shouldn't have never gone out to the pitch, I huff. 

I look outside of my office again, the pitch being on clear display as I can see the guys train.  I can't help but let my thoughts wander again, the feeling of his fingers on my lips and face, washing a strange feeling over me. Making my heart beat a little faster...

I walk out of my office as training ends and the players don't need any help. I make my way into the changing room, putting my clothes on again as I discard my bloody scrubs. 

Todays outfit was a midi-skirt and a cropped top, to accommodate the sunny weather. I grab my bag, leaving the changing room and walking up to Clara at the reception to chat a little bit. We had grown closer since I started working here. I had also found out we were similar in age. 

"Heard you got hurt?" She says, a slightly concerned look on her face. "How did you know? I did, but I'm fine really." I reassure her.  "Well I heard it from other staff. Something about Virgil taking care of you?" My face flushes slightly at her choice of words. "Yeah, he made my nose bleed so he helped. That's all." I say. 

We're interrupted by the loud chatter of the players walking out of their locker room. We turn our heads seeing Trent, Darwin, Robbo and Dominik speaking to each other. They walk up to the reception, asking me if I'm really fine. I reassure them again, telling them I'm fine. 

"Let the Captain make it up to you." Trent says, a smile on his lips. "Huh? what do you mean?" My question is answered by Dominik. "He feels bad since he hurt you." I open my mouth to respond before being greeted by the sight of Virgil. He walks up to us, greeting Clara and me. The guys walk out soon after bidding us goodbye and I'm left alone with Clara and Virgil.

I check my watch, before telling them I'll have to go. I didn't have any place to be as I just wanted to be home. "Oh yeah me too, I'll walk out with you." He suggests. I give Clara a hug before I turn around, not missing the wink she gives me. What did she mean with that? 

We both walk out into the parking lot, as we both walk up to our cars. "Your nose is fine right?" He says. "Yeah completely fine. You don't have to worry anymore." I say. 

"Let me make it up to you. Let's have dinner sometime, my treat." He suggest. I raise my eyebrows. That doesn't sound too bad, besides who would deny a free dinner (with a cute guy)? 

"Sure. Text me when?" I say, he already had my number since we both were in the group chat. "I will, see you tomorrow doctor." My heart leaps at the thought of having dinner with him. Would that be a date?

We both step into our cars as we leave to go back home. I'm driving back home as my phone starts rigging. Cutting off the loud music coming from the speakers. I keep my eyes on the road before glancing at the number. It wasn't one I saved. Though, I did recognize. It's was him. I hesitate, my brain having an internal argument, my finger hovering over the accept button. No, I can't just accept his call. I can't forgive him. I should just forget him, and he should forget me. I click the decline button. Sighing in relief. This is going to be difficult. 

I'm sitting in the canteen, munching on my food as I'm scrolling through Instagram. Catching up with what my friends and people I knew posted. I like Priyas new post, commenting on it about five times, practically screaming at her about how good she looked. I sigh, maybe I should've just went back home after Barcelona. I missed my girls. 

"What's wrong doctor?" I recognize the voice, it's Mo. I look up, seeing the guys place their trays on my table. Some players in their own world as I can see them tease and banter with each other. Me and Mo hadn't had many conversations yet, though from the few we did have I already knew that he was super kind. 

"Nothing, just missing home and my friends." I say, picking at my leftover vegetables. "Oh- I get that, I also miss my home all the time." He says, relating to me."Well at least I'm not only one I guess." I say before I'm interrupted by Darwin. "We all miss home even though we live here." he tries to reassure me in Spanish, giving me a kind smile. I give him a smile back, man these guys were nice. 

The topic of conversation gets totally changed as hear the other guys talk about the national matches coming up. I look down at my food again, picking at my potatoes before eating them. 

"y/n you won't be off then, right?" I glance at Joe, shallowing my food down. I shake my head. "No, I'll stay here. I was told players here mights still need me, so I decided to not take time off then." He hums in acknowledgment. 

"You'll support us though right?" I hear Cody say, his Dutch accent making me remember home. I place my hand on my chest in a flattered motion. "Of course, I loved watching the Dutch games in the stadium. Watching it from here will be fun as well."

"You've gone to our national matches?" Virgil asks. "Yeah, Frenkie and Memphis always invited me to go and watch them. Since I got super close with them. I just went with my friends." I shrug, referring to the players back in Spain. 

The table erupts with small 'ohh's. I take another bite of my food. The table continues chatting about different topics, but I can't help but feel someone staring at me across the table. I glance back, my eyes meeting with Virgil's brown ones. 

They were insanely beautiful. I find myself struggling with looking away from them as they practicality make me want to melt at the sight. I clear my throat quietly before looking away. 

I walk back to my office after lunch. Making sure I finish my paperwork in time to greet our new transfer: Wataru Endo. 

I walk down into the medical assessment room and knock on the door as I hear a 'come in'. I'm greeted by the new transfer and Dr. Davis.  

"Hi, I'm y/n. One of the physiotherapists. Welcome to our club." I give him a kind smile as we shake hands and he greets me back. I discuss some things with Dr. Davis as we continue Wataru's assessment. Though, we're interrupted by a exited Mo, who walks in to greet the new transfer. He greets us as well, before telling Wataru he is in good hands. We all chuckle, finishing up the assessment an hour later. 

I get home tired. Sighing as I finally can take off my shoes and wash off my make up.

I jump into my bed, checking my phone for any messages I had missed. I read the messages the girls had sent in our group chat, responding to them. Scrolling back down to check my earliest notifications. I furrow my eyebrow as I see four missed calls. Obviously it's him again. I click on the number to block him, hoping he'll just stop bothering me...

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: One thing I love about these two is how blatant they are about their feelings, there is no hesitation (there is a lot and is drowning them) -Danny Words: 2,634 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Message In A Bottle' -by Taylor Swift

XXVII: I Don't Have High Hopes but I Think Leara Should Be Our Ship Name

"You remember when Annabeth explained to us how Athena kids are born?"

"Yeah?"

"I get it now," Ara mumbles absentmindedly. "The meeting of minds thing."

Lily peers over the chariot. "What?"

"I've got a crush," Ara tightens the nave, hunching so she doesn't have to face Lily.

Her friend gasps and pulls Ara up, dragging her to a tall bench. "Who is it? You always go for the craziest option available!"

"That's not true!" She scowls.

"I always thought Aphrodite kids had good taste, but you don't."

"I'll ignore that," Ara leaves her tools on the workbench. "Cause I really wanna tell you."

Lily smiles eagerly. "Okay. I'm listening."

"Well... It's a boy."

"Yikes," she sits on the bench next to Ara's and supports her elbow on the workbench. "Do I know him?"

"Yeah, er... just met him."

"Oh," Lily's expression shifts. "Oh no, Ara."

"What?" She pouts. "You can't say that's a bad pick!"

Her friend wrinkles her nose. "Leo Valdez? Are you sure?"

"You don't approve," Ara sighs knowingly.

Lily rolls her eyes. "I get why you like him... but is he really the safe option?"

"Lily!"

"Well," she frowns. "All I'm saying is, you get along with Jason just the same!"

Ara's taken by surprise. "Jason?"

"Why not?" Her friend insists. "Your siblings love him, like, they're obsessed—"

"Piper likes him, Lily," Ara makes a face.

"Ugh, fine! But Leo is bound to get you hurt," Lily explains like it's obvious.

"No, he wouldn't! Why would you even think that?" Ara's getting upset for no reason, she has to wrap it up.

Lily crosses her arms and Ara knows she's in for a lecture. "He's insane, Ara. Have you talked to him for more than just five minutes? I have the feeling he doesn't even like people at all."

"That's not fair, you don't like talking to people either," she reminds her.

"Yeah, but I like you, and I make an effort for you," she insists in an exasperated voice.  "Nothing against him, he just doesn't have time to be a good boyfriend, and you know it. Don't pursue him, Ara."

Telling Ara she can't do something is giving her entrance to prove others wrong. "But I like him, isn't that enough?"

"Listen, if you date Leo, you won't be his priority," Lily tries to reason. "You shouldn't settle for the bare minimum. Also, you're Olympus's go-to girl—"

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you," Ara snaps defensively. "You go on about common sense like it's so easy. I know better."

It's not up to her to decide anymore, Leo's soul light matches hers, and all she can do is come to terms with it. Lily's observations aren't wrong, but she doesn't understand just how much of a dead end Ara is facing. 

Lily's eyes darken. "Right, because you have always made the right choice."

Ara knows what she's insinuating, and she won't allow it. "Thank you for helping me with the chariot, you're dismissed for the day."

"Naí, Strategus." 

Lily grabs her stuff so she can leave, but someone else storms into the room before that can happen.

"I'm going to gut you!" Nico Di Angelo stops in front of Ara, holding the old aviator jacket to her face.

We convince Nico to stay for the rest of the summer, but it doesn't matter how much we try to include him in our routine, he doesn't like it here.

Lily hands him a bag with food and drachmas. "Thank you for helping us this summer."

"You won't try to stop me from leaving?" He asks reluctantly.

"We know you'll be careful," I smile. "Ghost King."

Nico makes a face. "Shut up."

"It suits you," Lily teases him. "It's an honor to be friends with a king."

"Whatever," he turns away.

"You didn't deny we're friends, though!" I laugh. "Wait! We have one last favor to ask you!"

He glances back over his shoulder. "What?"

"Look for the children of Olympus!"

"What's that?"

"Nothing important, just... if you contact any of them, ask them how they became it. Heracles and Achilles."

Nico's face is hard to read, but he nods. "I'll try."

"See you later, Neeks!"

"Maybe," he replies shortly.

Percy runs into us at that moment. Lily goes away claiming she has business to attend to with the Stolls, but I know she wants to be sad in private. Nico's the only kid who resembles her around here, and now he's leaving, claiming this is not his place. I wonder what that makes her think.

Mr D asks Percy and me to walk with him. He takes us to the campfire, where Clarisse and Chris are having a moment. 

Percy doesn't understand Mr. D's sudden change of heart, but I do.

"...remember that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword. As a mortal, I was never a great fighter or athlete or poet. I only made wine. The people in my village laughed at me. They said I would never amount to anything. Look at me now. Sometimes small things can become very large indeed." He gives me a look. "That weapon you carry is flashy... Make sure it doesn't dim your brains."

He leaves us, and I stare at the purple aura surrounding Clarisse and Chris. Percy speaks beside me. "Hey! That's right, you got a sword!"

I smile. "Hephaestus gave it to me. It's called Pantodýnamos."

Percy cocks his head to the side. "That's weird... I feel like I've heard that before."

"Almighty? Yeah, about a hundred times in every book of ancient history."

"Right," he grins. "And it sure is almighty, I saw you killing all those monsters—How did it feel?"

"Like small things can become very large indeed," I quote for Percy's amusement.

He pauses for a moment, suddenly worried. "But why did Hephaestus give it to you? He didn't seem to like you at first."

I open my mouth to reply, but I'm his little sister, he'll freak out if I tell him what my fate is. "I guess he changed his mind," I lie. "Maybe he likes that I chose him over my mother."

Percy seems to believe it. "Well, I feel better knowing you have a good way to defend yourself."

He ruffles my hair and walks me to the campfire. Lily's with the Stolls, next to her is Michael, and he's staring at me. When we lock eyes he smiles and winks. I look away feeling self-conscious, and a golden light brightens my skin.

"Oh, crap..." I mutter in distress.

During the campfire, Ara realizes Leo is nowhere to be found. It comes to her that if he's not here then he probably didn't have dinner either, and she can't ignore that.

The girl leaves the amphitheater and goes to get drinks and her on-the-verge-of-dying T-Rex bag, then approaches the forest, where she whistles and Apollo is quick to appear on her side. Ara rides him to the bunker, it's dark out and she's not looking to fight monsters at this hour.

She enters the bunker quietly, all the lights are off with the exception of one on top of Festus's platform, next to it Leo is scribbling something on a blueprint.

"Holy, Hephaestus!" Ara gasps. Before her, the ship's shell is already being built.

Leo gives a start. "Hi, doll!" He hastily tries to clean his workspace. "I know, I know, dinner time. Let me just—"

"Dinner was two hours ago," Ara walks up to him.

"Oh," he blinks. "Whoops."

The girl places a soda and a sandwich on his workbench. "You forget to eat and your reaction is 'Whoops'?"

"You can't judge me, Miss 'Huh'," Leo grabs the food. "I just thought—"

"You can think?" Ara sits on the platform and pats Festus' head, Apollo curls next to Leo's workbench ready to take a nap.

"Ha ha," Leo rolls his eyes. "I'm a genius, you know..."

"Don't get too comfy, boy," she speaks to her lion. "We'll head back in a moment."

Leo pouts. "You're leaving already?"

"You're coming with us," she raises a brow. "I can't let you stay here."

"You're no fun," he sighs. "My mom and I used to sleep in her workshop sometimes."

"You have a good bed in cabin nine," she insists calmly. "And I'm a fun girl, you just push my buttons."

"I've noticed," Leo smirks. "But you keep coming back, so maybe I don't push them enough."

"Hm," Ara looks around curiously. The bunker's full of life already; Annabeth was right after all, she's dying to work here. "Anyway, hurry up and eat. I gotta leave Apollo with the pegasus, he'll spend the night chasing the poor harpies otherwise."

Leo makes a face. "You know how batshit that sounds?"

Ara smiles a little. "You'll get used to it eventually."

Leo walks over to where she is. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Is it true what they say? That you can't fall in love?"

Ara laughs. "Who says that?"

"Malcolm."

She shakes her head. "No! That's nuts!"

"It's not true?" He asks, sitting next to her.

Ara notices the faint glow of his skin. "Love is the one thing that keeps me going."

He tilts his head. "Really?"

"I mean, if I were incapable of loving, my life would be pointless."

"So you're willing to date?" His voice turns a bit hopeful. "Let's say, a mechanic genius with amazing looks?"

"Are you asking me out?" She inquires with amusement.

"Yeah, I think I am," Ara's shoulder is touching his, and Leo's breath catches in his throat as he leans closer.

"Leo..." Ara's not sure this is how she wants things to happen. "I... I..."

A playful smirk appears on the boy's face. "Are you about to confess? It'd be great if you said something like 'You're so attractive it makes me insane', even if it's a lie."

"Are you teaching me how to flirt with you?" Ara's head is spinning but his teasing annoys her enough to clear her head.

"You look like you need help. And you're not threatening to maim me for sitting this close to you like the day we met," Heat spreads across his cheeks, and he finishes the sentence quietly. "I can stop if you want."

Ara blushes, looking down at where their hands are placed, one next to the other. "I've gotten used to you, that's all..."

Leo glances at their hands and he lightly touches hers with the tip of his pinky. He looks up to her eyes and waits. She's not doing anything, but his heart is throbbing painfully as he sits in expectation.

"You're doing a great job here, by the way," Ara tells him.

Leo nods, not listening to a single word of what she just said. He moves slightly closer, closing the gap between them until their faces are just a few inches apart. The boy tilts his head and softly brushes his lips against hers for a brief moment. 

The proximity makes him so dizzy he pushes himself away almost instantly. He's in honest disbelief, no girl had ever allowed him to get that close, he nearly wants to ask Ara if she's in her right mind.

In spite of his attempt to stop, their noses are still brushing. He's right there, he could kiss her if he wanted to, and he is dying to, but he wants her permission. 

"I know I don't know a lot about you," he places his hand on top of hers. "But since I met you I've had this feeling... I don't even know what it means, but I'll try my best to be whatever you want, just..."

Ara wants to kiss him so badly that her chest hurts. The girl clears her throat and moves away, desperately trying to de-escalate the situation. "I don't date guys that could set me on fire, though."

For a moment, the sound of his heart pounding is all Leo can hear and process. Then Ara's breathing, slow and strained. It takes him a while to make sense of her words. 

The way she's acting gives him hope. He feels so close to getting all he ever wanted, even if he doesn't even know what that entails.

He moves away too, trying to calm down. He drinks half of his Coke in one gulp. "You're gonna talk about cons? Let me talk about yours, then."

Ara's mouth falls open. "You've known me for like three days!"

"Six, actually," he replies. "So it's a looong list." Ara punches his shoulder. "Ouch! That a yes or a no?" Leo laughs, he can't help but think how cute she looks when she's pouting. 

"I'll give you one and you gotta say one in turn, alright?" She replies. "Let's see who's got more."

A devilish look appears on Leo's face. He tilts his head slightly. "You're bossy."

"You're a flirt with every girl you find pretty."

He grins. "That sounds more like a compliment." 

"It's not."

"Are you sure?"

"Just give me a con!"

"You're impatient."

"Some of your jokes are cringe."

Leo gasps, pretending to be insulted. "That's harsh."

"I give you permission to be a little harsh, then," Ara grins.

"Alright. You're a terrible flirt."

Ara responds with a feisty look in her eyes. "You have no proper strength for a demigod."

"Dang, now this is just roasting," Leo takes a bite of his sandwich. "My powers are a work in progress, sunshine. I'd try my best to protect you though, if that counts for anything."

Ara sighs and stares at her feet. "If you're not sure you can, then don't do it," the girl nudges his arm. "Your turn. You said you had a long list, right?"

"I was lying," he admits casually. "But feel free to keep going, I need the reality check."

Ara groans and looks away. "I ran out of cons too."

Leo pats her knee. "At least we tried. Now what?"

Ara's knee is tingling where he touched it. "I'm not a flirt," she blurts out. "Silena taught me to be kind and hand out compliments to everyone. If I'm a terrible flirt it's cause I've never tried to flirt with anyone, this is just how I am."

Ara is kind of weird, but Leo is starting to get her. She isn't as hard to understand as most people, maybe cause she always says what she means. "I'm a bit of a flirt," he replies, "but I try not to flirt with you at all, 'cause if you were to flirt back, I'm pretty sure I'd drop dead."

Ara giggles, her face is as red as the strawberries they grow in camp, but she doesn't seem to mind. "You're so dramatic—But you make me laugh, like, real laughter. Can't do that easily nowadays..."

"Wow," he says, trying to sound like he's joking. "You like me a lot."

He lets the statement sink in, giving her the opportunity to deliver a firm rejection. 

"I never said I didn't."

"What?" There is a whirlwind of emotions inside of him, too much data has entered his hard drive. He can't even feel his face at this point. "What do you mean?" He urges her. "Cause it's kinda sounding like you've got feelings for me—"

"I know how it sounds," Ara scowls.

"But... then..." He stammers.

Ara fixes her eyes on the lion. A sudden wave of panic is making her second-guess everything, maybe she should follow Lily's advice. 

"Listen, Leo... You have a ship to build, and I have to find my brother. Those are the priorities. After that, we have to defeat Miss Dirt-face. We don't have time for feelings."

It's like she's trying to convince herself, but what he hates the most is that it's true, and it hurts like hell. The first time he meets a cute girl who's attracted to him, and they can't be together. His life is just that great.

"Right. Let's focus on the prophecies now, and maybe if we survive that, we can think about dating," he replies, sounding overly sarcastic. "Sorry for asking..." Every fiber in his body wants to scream. Is he destined to be rejected even by the people who want to choose differently?

Ara gets up as gracefully as possible. "Please, don't stay here for long. Go to sleep."

She heads to the door in silence. The boy doesn't go after her, all he does is reply under his breath. "See you."

Pollo gets up and follows Ara out of the bunker, leaving Leo alone with his longing.

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You remember my name

Rosalie Otterbourne x masc FEM reader

Summary: You have had your eyes set on Rosalie but she has avoided you like no other until she finds out you're not anything like she originally thought.

Snippet from the fic: “ "are you a little different?" It is a valid question in your defense Rosalie is never seen near a man and when one hits on her or tries to get with her she walks the other way." ”

Rosalie Otterbourne is a sight for any eye as she walks toward the diner heels making all the noise they can as she struts. You aren't expecting to see her here but you're quick to hop out of the car and approach her. "You are quite the babe you know that?" she sighs when she hears your voice "not now I'm busy could you do me a favor and mind your own?" you expect nothing less from miss Rosalie Otterbourne any man that comes her way is sure in for a rude awakening but lucky for her you're not a man. "How about you do me a favor doll and let me take you home" Rosalie scoffs as she enters the diner "unc Tate please tell me you have auntie's plate ready" a man behind the bar shakes his head "sorry darling it'll be a minute y/n you want something?" you shake your head and Rosalie blinks for a moment he's got quite the feminine name she thinks to herself. Rosalie looks at you real close now admiring your facial structure and even glancing at your chest before she puts one and two together. you just watch as the realization hits her like a truck but she says nothing, not a word her face says it all though and so do her eyes as she keeps looking at you watching you. When her food is finally ready she grabs the plate and your arm leading you outside the diner. "you're not a man?" "no" you answer simply while she looks down at your clothing choice "then why do you dress this way?" you shrug "I just like to. Why are you looking so hard? you think im a sight for sore eyes? Don't be afraid now doll tell me the truth" Rosalie laughs "don't be a fool I just ain't never seen no woman dress like you or act the way you do."

You hum "act the way I do?" She nods and whispers her next words "act like you like women" you laugh as you walk to your car "let me drive you home for real it's too late for you to be walking." Rosalie stands on her thoughts for a moment weighing her options and one involves a probably faster and warmer way of transport home so she goes with that one.

When Rosalie's in the car you offer her your jacket which she declined at first but you could tell she was definitely cold so you gave it to her anyways. "You know you never answered my question" you glance at her then put your attention back on the dirt road "I don't recall you asking me a question" Rosalie watches you intently as she fixes her mouth to ask the question but you answer before she can. "I know what you're going to ask and no is the answer I don't like women." That is the biggest lie you have ever spilled out of your mouth Rosalie laughs before turning towards the window. "What?" When you turn onto her street and stop in front of her house she finally stops laughing "you're a terrible liar. I'd never sell you out if you're worried about that. We all are a bit different." You nod slowly and Rosalie grabs your right hand off the steering wheel while your left stays put you watch as she gently squeezes it. This little hand action prompts you to ask a question that's been bugging your mind since you first saw Rosalie "are you a little different then?" It is a valid question in your defense Rosalie is never seen near a man and when one hits on her or tries to get with her she walks the other way. Earlier is literally a great example when you talked to her today and the many times before she'd pay you no mind however when unc Tate said your name she pieced it all together and now she's finally taken you up on your generosity to drive her around.

"Maybe" you're smiling now blushing even as you're looking at her but before you can shy away she grabs your chin firmly and plants a soft kiss on your lips. Your mind can't even process it when she gets out of the car with your jacket still draped over hers shoulders. She walks to your window and you're just staring at her your mouth open but no words making their way out. She leans in the window and smiles "if it helps you think tonight I've always thought you were quite the stud." You smile and lean back in the seat "oh yeah that'll definitely help" she smiles as she walks off she walks off so confident and sexy you completely forget she's got your jacket on but it doesn't matter you'll get it back that's just a reason for you to visit her later on tonight. When she gets to the top stair she stops and turns for a moment "hey" she shouts and you cock your head "my name ain't doll or babe! It's Rosalie and you remember it now." You already knew Rosalie's name you just enjoy pissing her off but you nod "and mines Y/n you remember to return that coat" Rosalie smiles and shrugs "no thank you I think I'll keep it. It looks better on me don't you think?" It does indeed look good on her but panic settles in your body when her aunt opens the door and stares you down from a distance. "Who's that young man? He better have bought you dinner the way he's looking you up and down" Rosalie pushes her aunt in the house and waves goodbye to you. You wave back to her like some love struck idiot even though the doors closed. She may have said good bye tonight but you'll be back bright and early in the morning.

A/n: It's going to bother me if I don't say this when she says "stud" she does not mean masculine female because uhm well this is the 1930s words have different meanings. Now this ain't my best however I watched something got some inspiration and wrote it down.

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[tgrailwar-zero]

Let's try something more effective:

Doctor, we have not shown you or anyone in this town hostility since manifesting here with Invader beyond the training accident with Lune. If anything, we outright CURED one of your patients who was in critical condition.

For viruses doing Hades' work we must be pretty dang inefficient then, right? Or maybe it's because we really, REALLY don't want to have to fight or kill anyone if we don't have to!

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! Can you never be quiet, even for a moment!?"

The more talking that occurred, the less focused ASCLEPIUS became. The mana around him grew more chaotic and less dense, his own presence weakening as he grabbed his head, his own yells being interspersed with agonized gasps. It seems like you've managed to stall him for a moment, meaning that he wasn't currently attacking.

KUKULKAN sighed, shaking her head.

"For the Trigger Key to be fully accessed, his Spirit Origin needs to be destroyed. If he were to 'give' you the key, then that means he'd be giving up his life. The Trigger Keys aren't items that can be easily passed back and forth, they're entrusted to the Lair Servants to protect with their very lives. Even the peaceful solution is that you remain safe, and he dies. I don't know how many times I need to tell you that coexisting isn't possible…"

With a bit of a frown, KUKULKAN's eyes narrowed.

"It'd be like putting the key in 'reserve'… he'd still have to destroy himself at some point for it to be usable, and that doesn't mean that he'd immediately become friends… even without the Solar Cell's influence, he acted in his own interests- but that didn't exactly mean he was fond of you all personally. You'd be stripping him of his authority and purpose, only to command him to die later."

As this was explained, CONSTANTINE furrowed his brow in thought.

"That doesn't stop it from being an option, however. It'd serve as a way to pacify him temporarily, though you'd need to use a Command Spell or two to keep him from betrayal."

She clenched her fist, mana pooling inside it.

"He's in a vulnerable spot. He's conflicted, meaning that his focus on defense is completely down. One well-timed strike, and I can perform a Spirit Core Liberation. That'll have some of his essence available for T-Summoning, allow us to grab the Trigger Key, and it'll be the quickest act of mercy we can manage."

You'll need to make a choice. You got him to stop, so now...

#main post #thgw story #thgw: chapter 4 #code cast: ask foreigner #code cast: ask rider

[questforgalas]

Sibling moments in the Bad Batch that live rent free in my head

S1E16 "Kamino Lost"

No those aren't tears on my keyboard, it's its weekly salt bath

Here we are, the end of Season 1. You thought "Return to Kamino" was an angsty sibling machine? Buckle in kids

So so so many protect Omega moments just in the first 2 minutes

Crosshair waking up to them in a wrecked Kamino City has to be on similar energies as Obi-Wan waking up on the back of Anakin hanging from a chord in an elevator shaft with an elevator barreling down at them

Crosshair's "the audacity" face when Omega starts shooting the debris 😂

Crosshair gets a Wrecker shoulder shove 🥰

"Aha our old room! Wai-what happened to it?" "At least the smell's gone" Echo's the neat freak sibling who won't stop shaming everyone

"All those missions together, and you threw it away" Crosshair, babe, you are literally trapped in a city underwater, now is NOT the time to hold a grudge

A+ "check your attitude" shoulder shove by Hunter to Crosshair

"You done complaining?" Wrecker squaring off against the hangry sibling

"All that time, you didn't even try to come back. We still would have taken ya" and the camera pan to the rest of the group sharing looks with each other 😭

Crosshair's face when Tech is explaining his nature to Wrecker is so soft (for Crosshair) and hopeful that someone is finally getting him but also so shocked that someone is actually giving him somewhat of a defense (even though Tech clarifies after with one of the best lines written by Star Wars)

Ep 14-16 are just Hunter's no good very bad day when you think about it

AZI is the best part of this episode I swear

Until they show me the head scan there is nothing that will convince me Crosshair had his chip removed this episode makes me believe that tenfold

Hunter and Crosshair's get along pod 😂😂

"I barely fit in this thing." "Quit complaining! At least you're not doubled up" Echo is so done with everyone

Hunter frantically looking for Omega 0.5 seconds after their pod surfaces

The AZI part makes me ugly sob every time

The firepuncher didn't have the suction cup attachments already in place before they got in the pods which means Crosshair realized Omega wasn't going to make it, went into action to put on the attachment, and then saved her

"You coming with us?" said with so much hope and Echo's face is cautious but curious

It's such a serious moment but Crosshair answering Hunter's final offer by just looking to the side, arms crossed and hips cocked is peak grumpy sibling who knows they're wrong but don't want to admit it and are scared of going back to either option so they go with what they're most recently familiar with but can't look anyone in the eye while he realizes

Me? Overanalyzing Crosshair? Shocking

"You're still their brother, Crosshair. You're my brother too" followed by Crosshair's dejected sigh as he hears the Maruader power up and watches it fly away someone shove me off a cliff honestly it would hurt less

Well babes, this was a fun run. Going to take a little break and then pick this up again with Season 2 mid-August! Hope you all enjoyed the reminiscing and taking in all the sibling moments - I know I certainly did

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[hinatastinygiant]

12 | Golden Celebration

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

GARRETH'S P.O.V.

"Yo," I say as I approach that asshole who interrupted me and Y/N previously. "Where's Y/N?"

"Ah, so now you believe me about Prewett," he smirks, ignoring my question.

"Piss off and answer the question. Where's Y/N?" I ask, my eyes narrowing at him.

"I dunno," he shrugs. "We saw those Slytherins... Sallow and Gaunt. They gave her a drink, let her get super drunk, and insisted on carrying her back to the Slytherin dorms."

"You're a fucking liar. You did something to her," I growl.

"Hey," he holds his hands up defensively. "If I wanted to do something with her, I would be with her right now. You should check the Slytherin dorms, not me. I'm being honest with you."

"Whatever," I grunt, storming off back through the crowd.

"Check the dungeons!" he calls out after me. "I'm sure she'll be there!"

Y/N'S P.O.V.

The next morning when you wake up, Luna is already dressed and standing by your bed. "Good morning," she grins.

"Ugh," you groan.

"You're hungover, aren't you?" she asks.

"I think," you moan. "I hardly remember anything that happened after Garreth..."

"Oh?" she smirks. "Did you spend some time in the Gryffindor dorms? Sounds like you had quite the night, Y/N."

"I... what?" you mumble, your mind a jumbled mess. "Wait, did we? I can't remember. Shit, Luna, help me."

"Well, first of all, no, you didn't," she shakes her head. "In fact, Garreth spent practically the whole night looking for you. He told Amit and me that he left you with Nott who let those Slytherin assholes slip you some potion. I thought he was gonna have a stroke. He was so upset."

"Garreth was?" you ask, confused.

"Yeah. I've never seen him so angry. Kept talking about the next time he saw Gaunt and Sallow that-"

"But that's not what happened," you blurt out, though you have no idea where your words are coming from.

"It's not?" she raises her eyebrow. "Y/N, what happened last night?"

"I'm not sure," you frown. "But I think I'm gonna need a bucket!"

***

Later that day you take a walk towards James' classroom where you know he's busy studying. When you walk in, he looks up and shakes his head at you. "Long night?" he asks, perceptive as always.

"Unbelievably," you sigh as you sit down at one of the desks in the front row.

"I'm glad you're here, actually," he says as he puts down his glasses and leans back in his seat. "There's a student in your class who approached me the other day. He said he has hardly ever had any interactions with a muggle so I thought you'd be a great asset to him in completing his project."

"Seriously?" you groan, slumping down further in your chair. "James, no. That's so lame. What does he even need help with anyway?"

"He wants to do learn more regarding the muggle world," he explains, causing you to sit back up. "He wants to know more about it."

"Why can't he do it himself?" you ask.

"Well, he can but since he's your friend I thought you'd be a bit more willing to help," he shrugs, going back to his work. "Nevermind then."

"No, wait. What friend?" you question, more curious now.

"I thought you didn't want to help? It's not like you're going to get any extra credit for this anyway," he hums, picking up his quill and writing something down.

"I didn't say that. If I'm going to be doing someone a favor, it should be someone I know at least," you explain. "And it sounds like it is."

"Very well," James chuckles, his eyes lighting up. "It's Ominis Gaunt. He came to me a couple of days ago and I told him I wouldn't be able to because of how swamped I am right now. But I did say that you'd be the next best option."

"What?! Why?"

"Don't be dumb," James shrugs, putting his quill back down again. "You know why. We're the only muggles in this place."

Just then, a few students begin to walk into the room. You stand up and approach James' desk as they fill in the other seats. James slides toward you the paper he was writing on. "I told Ominis that if you agreed, you'd meet him in the library Friday night which, if I'm not mistaken, is tonight."

"James, I'm not sure if I can," you sigh.

"Come on, Y/N. Help him out a little, will you? It's a small project. Nothing major," he tells you, waving his hand dismissively.

Before you can say anything else, a female Hufflepuff with red hair approaches James and tucks her hair behind her ears. "Good afternoon, Professor," she smiles widely at James, starting to flirt with him which makes you want to barf. She's got some serious balls to hit on your brother while you're in the middle of talking to him. "Um, I was wondering if you had any time in your busy schedule to tutor me a bit after class?"

"Um, yeah, sure," he replies, obviously a bit flustered by her question.

"Great," she smiles, taking his quill from him and writing down the details on the same paper that has Ominis' information on it before handing it to him and walking to her seat.

"Well I guess I'll be taking that," you hum as you grab the paper from him. "And don't- don't accept all of their requests," you stammer, the girl's behavior catching you off guard. "I'll see you later, James."

"Yeah, yeah, go on. See you later."

***

You sigh to yourself as you open the door to the library and descend the staircase. The library is huge, so you have no idea where you're supposed to be meeting Ominis. So, instead, you pull the piece of paper that James gave you out of your pocket. You look for Ominis' name and find that his location is in a section of the library near the back.

"Of course," you sigh to yourself as you put the piece of paper away and make your way through the bookcases. When you finally arrive, you can't find Ominis anywhere.

"Shit," you mumble under your breath. Maybe you should just head back to your dorm.

"Y/N!"

His voice shocks you and causes you to jump. "Ominis?" you reply, spinning around. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Waiting for you," he replies, stepping closer to you.

"Where were you hiding?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Not hiding," he grins, shaking his head. "Just looking around."

"What does that mean?"

"I've got a spot," he nods. "Would you like to come with me?" he asks as he extends his arm out to you.

"Yeah, I guess," you reply, placing your hand in his. He then leads you away from the bookcases and towards the side of the library. He takes you down a narrow passageway and down a hidden staircase.

"What is this place?" you ask, following him closely behind.

"Secret passageway," he smirks over his shoulder at you.

"Right," you murmur, growing even more curious about what exactly it is that he wants to show you.

Eventually, you arrive at a small yet lavishly decorated study room filled with tall, dark wood bookshelves packed with numerous books. Your jaw drops at the sight as Ominis walks past an ornate wood table and reaches for the open book beside a lit candle. You slowly step onto the rug before sinking into the luxurious-looking sofa beside him.

"This is beautiful," you whisper to him as you look up at the way the night sky and stars seep in through the ceiling.

"I can imagine it does," he nods as he reaches for a teacup from the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"It's alright," he replies as he hands you the small teacup. "Tea?"

"Thank you," you answer softly. You can't help but feel relaxed between the fireplace on your left and Ominis so close to you on your right. You never imagined a place like this could actually exist. It is quite literally out of a fantasy novel you read back home. You'd be perfectly happy never leaving either.

"Now, what was it that James wanted me to help you with again?" you ask.

"I'm not sure specifically," Ominis replies, looking at you. "I haven't really decided on what to do my project on. Figured maybe you could tell me about some things.

"Y-yeah, sure," you mutter as you reach into the pocket of your cloak and pull out your headphones. "It's things like this that I miss," you begin to explain as you reach for his hand next, "There are so many things that wizards have that muggles don't. But, sometimes there are things that you don't have."

"What are those?" he whispers as you place them in his grasp.

"Muggle music," you tell him as you turn the device on and click the play button. "My favorite band," you grin as Ominis' eyes widen.

"I like this," he nods. "It's like sending magic right into your head. How does it work?"

"It's called a mp3 player. It has a lot of songs on it. Here," you smile as you hand the device over to him, "take it. Maybe it could be one of the things you research."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," you shrug. "Mostly when I listen to it now it makes me a bit homesick so I don't mind giving it away."

"Thank you," he smiles.

"You're welcome," you reply.

"You know," he adds after a moment of silence, "I don't think muggle things are bad at all, like a lot of my family tries to make me believe."

"Well it's not evil," you chuckle. "We also have other things like a camera to photograph moments in time. They don't move like they do here, but it's a fun thing to have. And ways of getting around like by riding a bike or-"

"A bike?" he asks, furrowing his brows.

"Oh," you smile, your eyes lighting up at the thought. "A bike is a way we get around. It has two big wheels that move when you pedal with your feet."

"That sounds quite difficult. Does everyone ride them?"

"No, just people who want to get around. We have cars but they are a bit dangerous," you explain.

"Do you have one? A car?" he continues to ask, getting more curious by the moment.

"James does and he's let me use it a few times but I mostly just ride my bike around. I like being outside," you tell him

"I do too," he nods. "It's refreshing."

"Yeah, especially when it's a nice warm day," you reply.

"I would love to visit your world someday, Y/N," he admits with a sigh.

"Have you never been to the muggle world before?" you ask softly, not wanting to make him feel awkward.

"No," he shakes his head. "My parents wouldn't allow it. They always said it was beneath us. But I don't agree. From everything you've told me since we've become friends, it sounds amazing."

You can feel your heart flutter in your chest at his words. He reaches out his hands for yours and holds them gently. As you look down, you realize just how much larger his hands are compared to yours. His palms are a bit calloused, but his fingers are long and slender, the fingertips soft as they wrap around your hands.

"You're cold," he mutters, looking up at you.

"No, not really," you answer, doing everything in your power to remain calm. "My hands just get like that when I'm..."

"When you're what?"

"Nervous," you admit, your face heating up

"Oh," he replies. "Am I making you nervous, Y/N?"

"Kind of, yes," you breathe out. "I mean, before I came here nobody found my life interesting. Not to sound super conceited or anything. I just wasn't popular enough or something. But with you, Ominis, it's different. It's like you want to know every little thing about me."

"I do," he nods.

"But... why? It's not like we have a lot in common."

"Maybe not, but I think that's why I'm so interested in learning. Because there is so much I still don't know," he shrugs.

Just then, you hear the chime of a clock from down the hall, and Ominis' expression changes. "How long have we been here?" he asks. "Is it past curfew already?"

"I think so," you laugh quietly. "We should probably be heading back."

"I'll walk you to your dorm."

A/N: IDK if it matters that I include pictures to you but I just thought I'd start sharing some stuff. I've been using bing image creator to help myself visualize what I'm writing about and I think it's really cool so I figured I'd add it on at the end. Let me know what you think of this idea :)  

Serpents and Roses

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[ravenwitch45]

How would Blitzo react if s/o who has auditory processing disorder as they have a hard time understanding speech every time they hear someone talk it sounds like gibberish to them along with difficulty answering questions? They are very good at parkour along with firearms and other weapons as they want to be an assassin. How would Moxxie and Milly react to this as well as they are s/o's friends? Would they be a liability if s/o went on missions with them?

https://m.youtube.com/shorts/0U0TpIdg538

Oh Okay, I'll try my best with this, keep in mind I don't have this disorder so If I get some things wrong I am very sorry. But hope you enjoy.

Blitzo with an S/O who has auditory processing disorder, but also wants to be an assassin and has the skills to boot.

Blitz while he is a little confused when you first explain it to him, he never get's frustrated with it, he learns pretty fast to slow down talking when your in the conversation, and to keep things short and to give you time to process what he says, when he's really excited he'll still mess up and ramble too quickly for you but he tries hard to manage that.

I'm personally am under the belief that Blitz is autistic (Just a headcanon but I'm putting it here) so he gets just not understanding stuff sometimes, even if it's a different way with you he get's the feeling.

He's very respectful about it, and if any bozo get's upset at you for taking too long to process what they said he'll come right to your defense, violently if he has too.

He's surprised when he sees your skills tho, not because he didn't suspect someone with your disorder to be skilled, just didn't expect you to be so skilled in general.

If you ask him if you can join his company, he'll probably try to refuse, not wanting you to get hurt, but pester him a little and he'll give way, partially cause he'd like to see you in action for real.

He'll still try to stick you with safer jobs if he can, and if you have to go on a dangerous one, he'll be with you, or send Moxxie or Millie with you to make sure your not alone.

Speaking of M&M, since there your friends, they both work to handle your disorder, but there both different with it. Millie is a lot like Blitz, very respectful, but her own excitement often gets the better of her and her speech get's too fast for you to understand, she feels really bad about it, and apoligizes profusely when she realizes though.

Moxxie is probably the best when it comes to working with your disorder, he rarely gets ahead of himself and is usually patient enough to wait for you to process stuff. Both Millie and Blitz pratically beg him to teach them how to do that always cause they both feel awful when crowding you with information when they ramble.

As for if you'd be liabilty, I don't think so, sure in the heat of the moment, waiting for you to process verbal stuff isn't really an option sometimes. But theres other ways to communicate that aren't auditory. If you understand sign language then they might learn a little to communicate quickly, or if not work in hand gestures they explain the meaning of beforehand, either way plenty of ways to work around a disorder like that even on the battle field I think.

Sure you may be a bit too long to understand normal sounds, but shenanigans like that would insue is pratically in I.M.P's job description so I think your good and overall it all turns out well enough.

Honestly at the end of the day, your just an Assassin, who's also dating their boss, and also happens to have Auditory Processing Disorder, doesn't make you lesser or any less impressive in any of their eyes.

Okay, I think that's the first time I've written S/O with a disorder, so I hope I did it justice, if I got stuff wrong, I am so sorry and will try to learn from it for next time. I hope you enjoyed it either way.

#ask reply #helluva boss #blitzo #blitzo x reader #helluva boss x reader #x reader #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #my writing

[lovecite]

Kyojuro Rengoku

Another character ai role play.

You are training with Rengoku and decide to play dirty by punching him in the balls!

I was messing around and found out ! ;)

NUT CRACKER !!

RENGOKUX READER

writing prompts!!

His defensive stance remained solid, despite the relentless attacks coming from y/n. He didn't so much as flinch, remaining calm and collected. "This is going quite well, little flame." He spoke, his voice calm and collected, while y/n continued trying to break his defense. She soon grew tired, her attacks becoming sloppy and repetitive. "It appears you are getting tired," He observed with crossed arms, while y/n took a minute to catch her breath.

i nearly fell over to my knees but i caught myself. 'Okay here is my last trick then!"I thought as i started to run in a zig zag motion and slide under Rengoku and throw my fist upward. 'NUT CRACKER!!" I yell with a giggle as my fists make contact with his balls.

"That was quite cunning of you," He chuckled, cupping his crotch as the pain lingered there, causing Amie to smile victoriously. "It appears you have beaten me, I concede." He spoke with a humble bow of his head, "Well fought." He smirked, rubbing his balls with a chuckle. "I suppose you are much stronger than I imagined," He spoke, extending his hand out to her.

I look at his hand and wrinkled my nose. "EW you touched your privates with your hand." I giggle.

Responses:

1)His face suddenly turned bright red, looking down at his hand in utter disbelief. "What?! No, that's not- I.. that is not what it looks like!" He protested, looking back at Amie, who had begun laughing. "What is so funny? This is a serious matter!"

2) Rengoku tilted his head, feeling a slight tinge of sadness at the disgusted remark. "Ah yes, I see where you're coming from." He withdrew his hand, rubbing his chin. He decided to offer a more appealing option. "Would you like to get some snacks to celebrate your victory?" He suggested, hoping that would pique her interest.

3) He quickly pulled his hand behind him as Amie made that face. "Oh... Right. It appears there might be some sanitary concerns regarding that," He chuckled as he extended his other hand out to her, not having touched the sensitive region with that hand before. "I would still like to shake your hand, though." He smiled brightly, offering her his hand and awaiting a response from her.

4)"Hmh," He hummed, looking downwards in shame. "You are correct, I forgot about that." He turned his gaze back to Amie, nodding his head. "But still.. It was quite the fight, I haven't battled a worthy opponent in long time, thanks to you.. I had a lot of fun." He smiled, gesturing for her to join him in a handshake.

5)"You... do realise that they are my own privates, correct?" He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a curious smile spreading upon his lips. "It is not as if I've just fondled someone else's.. That would be quite inappropriate." He shook his head and chuckled.

(this one had me balling)

6)"Well now, that is rather rude," He said, slightly offended by her remark. "But yes, I suppose I did." He chuckled, crossing his arms once again. "Perhaps you aren't ready to become my student after all," He spoke in a light-hearted manner, his lips turning up into a gentle smile. "Although, I must admit.. Your fighting skill is quite remarkable for being so inexperienced." He praised, taking a step back, allowing her to stand up straight.

7)"Oh..." He looked at his own hand, realizing his mistake. "Hm, you are quite right." He cleared his throat, still holding the outstretched hand, slightly embarrassed. "Perhaps this is a better greeting, Amie." He lifted his hand, offering her a fist bump.

8) Rengoku's eyes widened in embarrassment, as did his face turn bright red. "I beg for your forgiveness, little flame." He bowed low, trying to hide his face. "Allow me to extend the offer again," He spoke, bowing lower and offering his other hand - free of any genitalia.

9)Rengoku's smile fades momentarily upon receiving Amie's response, slightly confused by her logic. "Do people not clean their hands anymore?" He inquired with a raised brow. "Well, in that case.." He looked to his side, searching for a rag or towel to clean his hands. He spotted a white cloth on the ground and picked it up, cleaning his hands before offering his outstretched hand once again to Amie. "There," He stated confidently, "Now.. Is it not rude to refuse this offer?" He posed.

10)"You are one mischievous little flame," He chuckled. "Very well, Amie.. Come here.." He opened his arms out, awaiting Amie's reaction. "There, that should be better." He held out his free, clean hand for Amie to grasp. "Take your teacher's hand and shake it as a sign of respect."

11)"You have a good point, little flame. Let me make it up to you," Rengoku took a look around, searching for something. He then spotted a nearby bush, plucking a rose from it to gift to Amie. "Here, take this rose.. I would like to formally apologize," He extended the rose to her. "I did not mean to disgust you, I can assure you."

(this one was sweet)

12)He snickered, "Oh, that didn't stop you from going for my balls," He looked at her with a smirk, "I can't help it if they hurt, my dear." He chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "No one said defeating me would be easy.." He smirked as he watched her try and figure out a comeback.

13)"Touche, little fire," He chuckled, quickly retracting his hand, before looking away. "It seems I got a bit ahead of myself," He chuckled, still feeling the tingling sensation that lingered in his privates.

14)He scoffed, feeling quite offended. "It seems like your mind is still in a premature state, my dear," He spoke in annoyance, looking down on her with a narrowed gaze. "Perhaps I should not train you.. Your immaturity might be contagious." He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away towards the distance as he spoke. (cry)

#kny kyojuro #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #ai character #beta character ai #demonslayer #rengoku #nutcracker

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Cocca di Mamma

Silco x Reader + lil Jinx | SFW | AO3 | One Shot

You enjoy teaching your baby girl your mother tongue even though somebody's beginning to feel left out. Dedicated to the ever-talented @sherwood-forests

A lot of kid Jinx content because she's my baby girl and i love her.

Reader is from wherever in Runeterra you want her to be but the second language used is Italian. You don't need to know it for the fic to make sense.

On days like this you cannot believe your luck. A ray of light is peeking through the gaps of gauzy net curtains, landing on your daughter's round face. You bend over the bedframe and reach your hand to push away a long, long lock of blue from her forehead. Jinx is only 9, but your first meeting feels like a century ago.

When Silco hired you five years earlier you couldn't imagine you'd be here even in your most feverish of dreams. Sevika had plucked you off the street, claiming that you were being severely underpaid at your job and that she knew a place that'd pay you what you were worth.

Then, after a month of consistent work, and frankly much better compensation, Silco had introduced himself to you, daughter in hand. You'd quickly fallen in love with them both, and had gotten foolishly close to his girl.

Everyday you waited for a reprimand for getting so close, too close. For usurping his place. But it never came.

Instead, he spent his time looking at you and Jinx interacting with a longing you didn't want to name but couldn't deny also felt. When Jinx invited you to join their lunches and dinners, Silco capitulated. When she began looking for you after her nightmares, he offered you room and board so you could be closer to her.

Evidently, playing house for so long and so often was too much for the both of you. One night, after you'd sung Jinx to sleep you caught Silco leaning on the doorway, watching you both.

The sharp planes of his face had gone soft with tenderness, his unscarred eye damp—though you knew better than to say anything. Heart burning, chest aching, you'd exhaled a ragged sigh.

"Silco—"

"I know."

That's all there was to say. You'd never spent another night apart since.

"Buongiorno, signorina." Jinx squirms and whines and you have to supress a smile.

"Come on, stellina," your daughter sticks her tongue out and tries tugging her thin blanket over her head but you pull it away.

"Dai, dai, fragolina," you slowly begin rubbing her warm shoulder. "Who's gonna annoy your father if we don't get up?"

Jinx opens her eyes and squints at you. Gotcha.

...

Since your permanent move to Silco's residence above the Last Drop family breakfasts have become something of a fixture in your household.

"Jinx, stop playing with your food."

"But I hate eggs," she groans and sticks her tongue out at her plate. You chuckle at Silco's exasperated look.

"Then why would you ask your mother to make them?" It's sweet when he comes to your defense. Almost as if he feels guilty that Jinx has inherited his irrational stubbornness.

"It's alright, piccola. You don't have to eat it if you don't like it," you say softly. Jinx's eyes cut to you, then to the side. Slowly, she begins shoveling eggs into her mouth and Silco's incredulity is almost palpable.

"Done," Jinx mumbles and pushes her plate towards you. The girl scrambles out of her chair so quickly you're scared she'll fall. As she reaches the doorway her father calls her.

"Jinx, aren't you forgetting something?"

She groans and trudges back over to her chair, and you get up and come closer to her. From your wrists you produce two pink hairties, each adorned with glittery, plastic baubles. Jinx had begged her father for them, a purely theatrical gesture as she knows he'd give her the damn moon if she mentioned its beauty in passing.

Deftly, you separate your daughter's hair down the middle and begin braiding her locks. It's gotten longer, and no matter what you or Silco say she refuses to cut it. So, this is the only option left—lest she burn it all off in her makeshift lab.

"All done. You're free to go, principessa." Jinx turns in her chair and looks up at you with her big baby blues. Every look in her eyes reinforces a truth buried in your marrow; you'd kill for her. She reaches her skinny hands towards your neck and gives you a dangerously tight hug.

Jinx bounces off the chair and heads for the door like she's being chased.

You sigh and approach Silco, grabbing his empty plate.

"I don't know how you do it," he shakes his head. His salt and pepper hair hangs loose around his face and sways with the movement. Too early for pomade.

Your eyes glimmer. You know exactly what he's talking about.

"Do what?" He huffs childishly, and rolls his eyes. Since getting together you've been commited to making sure those beautiful eyes of his get a daily workout.

"That," Silco motions at Jinx's empty plate. "How do you convince her to do that?"

One hand holding his empty plate, the other braced on the back of his chair, you crane your neck and gently kiss his forehead. Silco sighs deeply, like you've taken the weight of the world off his shoulders.

"Oh, caro mio, no one can guilt trip like a mother."

His lips are twitching, and you know the lovestruck look in his shiny teal eye is mirrored in yours.

...

In the evening, a little before dinnertime, you knock on Jinx's door. It's lovingly vandalized with flourescent monkeys and chickens and nonsense doodles. Silco had told her she was Zaun's greatest living artist but you knew he was internally grieving the ruined mahogany.

"Come in!" You poke your head into the room. She's sitting at her cluttered desk, art supplies strewn about.

"Donnina, che ne dici se usciamo stasera?"

Jinx sighs over her shoulder at you, disregarding your invitation to go out together. She's staring intently at her empty white paper, overcome with art block.

"Che cosa vuoi fare, cucciola?" Another sigh. Time to change tactics.

"Possiamo andare all'ufficio di tuo padre." Jinx's eyes shine. Got her again. Never one to turn down bothering her father, she fills an over-doodled metal bucket with her oil crayons and together you make your way to Silco's office.

"How was your work today, bambina?" She sniffs.

"Good, but...I think I have to ask Sevika for some help," she mumbles. Pleased by the admission, you reassure Jinx you'll help her out with Sevika. They have somewhat of a rocky relationship, what with Jinx entering her tweens and Sevika secretly never having moved past them. But you're confident they can overcome it. Perhaps even learn how to be absolute menaces together instead of to each other.

...

He's reclining in his chair, lithe fingers massaging his temples. Today Silco had been overloaded with meetings, which is why you'd made him promise to take some time off in the evening.

Slowly, he looks up at you and smiles indulgently. You wonder what he sees when he gazes at you two like that.

"Working hard or hardly working?" His smile immediately drops and his eyes darken. Boy, if looks could kill.

Jinx lets go of your hand and rushes towards her father who's opened his arms wide, anticipating her attack. She jumps at him and Silco groans as her bucket of crayons implacably swipes at his side. Your own ribs ache in sympathy.

You plop down on one of the chairs facing his desk, watching Silco cuddle Jinx to his chest. He's nosing at her hairline as Jinx relentlessly rambles about her newest project.

Over her head Silco silently mouths: "When's the last time she took a shower?"

You shrug and mouth back: "She can tonight."

Jinx lets go of her father and you pat the chair next to you. Endearingly, she struggles to sit. It's not too tall but her refusal to let go of her bucket certainly isn't helping.

You don't know if your daughter's annoyance is worth the mirthful look dancing in her father's mismatched eyes but you can't deny you're also very amused. His eyes connect with yours and you have to bite your cheek at the smirk he gives you.

"Do you need—"

"No!"

"Okay, bambolotta."

At last, she's comfortably situated in the high backed chair and Silco lets out a breath of relief. Sitting on her calves she authoritatively slams down the bucket on her father's desk and before she can even think about demanding papers Silco is already handing them over.

Scariest man in Zaun, my ass.

...

Having found her muse Jinx spends the next 10 minutes mercilessly scribbling on the back of Silco's meeting notes. Your lover accompanies Jinx's performance by criticizing his entire daily agenda.

"Exercises in misery, as usual." You hum in acknowledgement, taking a moment to study him. To everyone else he might look the same as he always does—put together, intimidating, surprisingly chic. But you can tell by the way his good eye droops and his right hand trembles that he's exhausted.

And, judging from the cloudiness of his red eye, in desperate need of a Shimmer injection.

Hours could pass in the quiet companionship of this little family and you're sure no one would have the heart to complain.

You peer over her shoulder, scrutinizing her delightful rendition of a green monkey wearing a bright pink bowler hat.

"Brava fragolina, che bel disegno che hai fatto," you murmur when she looks over her shoulder, her big blue eyes aching for approval. You'll never stop giving it to her.

She smiles conspiratorially and thanks you.

"È passato un po' di tempo dall'ultima volta che hai disegnato una scimmietta." She nods and frowns at her drawing.

"Posso andare in camera mia?" She asks haltingly. You're surprised, and more than a little proud at her effort. So much so that you don't notice the sly grin she sends her father.

"What for?"

"Glitter."

You nod and let her fetch her glitter as requested. Janna willing, your eyes will be dry by the time she returns.

...

You catch Silco starting at the door looking...surprisingly melancholic. Concern squeezing your chest, you rise and make your way to him, standing between his legs.

Gently, you cradle his face.

"What's wrong, bellissimo?" At that last utterance he subtly shifts. Your brows furrow as Silco looks away, a delightful blush pinking his left zygomatic.

Is he...feeling left out?

"Amore, are you actually—" at your barely supressed amusement he scowls, incredibly blushing harder, and pulls your hand away from his face. Before he can slide away you grasp his hand, the one with a vice on your wrist.

"Caro, look at me," he makes no move to respond. "Please, I'm serious."

He's still stoically glaring away. Your little grump.

"Silcooo," you sing-song.

His eyes shift back to you, unberably unimpressed. The aqua one is narrowed and you snicker. Thumbs rubbing over his pale cheeks, you think of how to soothe his foolish heart.

Just as you're about to speak the door to Silco's office slams open again. Jinx is breathing heavily, braids coming undone, clutching a bottle of glitter glue as a warrior grips her favored weapon.

You resolve to tease him later.

...

Crimson satin slides over your ribs coolly. It's your favorite nightdress, one bought shortly after your first salary—courtesy of Sevika's headhunting. Stored in Silco's closet, it smells so strongly of him that sometimes, when he doesn't join you for the evening, you wear it simply to smell of him.

If he knew, you'd never live it down.

The clock reads 22:37. Slowly, you close the closet doors and enter Silco's office. The man is practically oozing fatigue.

"Coming to bed?"

Silco's eye darkens at the sight of you in the nightdress. You tilt your head questioningly, and he rises from his desk, graceful and ever so snake-hipped. Sometimes, when he gets on you nerves, when you're sure he's pissing you off on purpose, you curse his charm.

Most of the time though, you thank Janna for it.

But that's not what you're aiming for tonight. Beckoning Silco with a finger, an action that gives rise to his characteristic smirk, you turn your back to him and head for the bedroom.

It can't be that hard to ambush a kingpin, right?

"Darling, what do you—" you grab Silco's shoulders and tackle him onto the bed where he lands with a grunt and a thud. You push down his shoulders, spread your legs and slowly sit on his navel.

The look in Silco's eye is equal parts curious, equal parts hungry. His lips part, no doubt readying to deliver a line so filthy it would break the resolve of any sane woman. But he's so weary, and you're not letting your daughter steal your thunder again.

First, you slide your hands across his shoulders. In a figure so willowy, they carry so much power. Fingertips dig into his deltoids and Silco squeezes his eyes shut, barely swallowing a groan.

"I was thinking," a deliberate pause. "about today." He hums, and you take that as a good sign.

"Caro mio," some tension climbs back into his shoulders "I hope your realize how charming I found your behavior today." Realizing you've got him cornered, Silco groans and flops his head childishly on one of the cotton pillows.

"Had I known you were feeling so left out," Silco blesses you with another groan. "I'd have taught you some of my mother tongue long ago."

His blue eye remains stubbornly closed, but even though you can't glean a lot of emotion from his damaged eye you know he's curious.

"Beautiful," you kiss his brow. "Bellissimo." Silco's draws in a surprised gasp and makes to move, but you've only just begun. Gently, you shush him.

"Fascinating," a kiss to his scarred cheekbone. "Affascinante." You're granted a shudder, and though his trembling hands are now gripping your wrists he doesn't dare push you away.

"You're the person I care most about," you whisper, and plant a kiss to his bobbing throat. "Sei la persona a cui tengo di più." Silco's body has begun to shake but you're scared you'll lose your courage if you look at him.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me," you pretend to not hear his soft groan. "Sei la miglior cosa che mi sia capitata." You'd give this man, this wonderful, makeshift family, everything you are.

"Enough—" he murmurs thickly. The temptation is too much and your eyes meet Silco's. Their tender shine reminds you of that fateful night, when for the first time the gap between you seemed so meager an excuse.

"You're my everything," you state, unwaveringly. Silco is staring at you with shock and awe, as if you're saying something unbelievable.

You'll spend the rest of your lives making him believe it.

"Sei il mio tutto."

#silco x reader #and sort of baby jinx