#what person in their right mind would accept that damn drink

[staroaming]

Confessions

Vash x Reader tags: nsfw, plant-vash biology, female reader, smut, feelings.

// sorry for any mistakes, i'm sleep deprived lmao //

The first time that you saw Vash, you assumed he would be a passing thing, a person who would take up too much space in your mind before fading away like everyone else. That's how it usually goes, anyway.

Funny, you think, that you're so incredibly close to him now. The fact that the two of you happened to meet in a tavern the same night you saw him wandering through town and you helped him escape a gunfight, well, that surely cemented the fact that you would follow him practically anywhere.

Now, nights like this are nothing but an ordinary, pleasant routine. You've both been drinking a bit too much, both relaxing after a long day of travel. You laugh at him as he stumbles around the fire after digging through your pack to pull out blankets, his grin spreading when he finds you right where he left you.

"Good! You're not asleep yet!"

"Not yet." You yawn, "But it is getting pretty late."

He nods and plops down beside you after spreading out a blanket for you both to rest on, spreading his long legs out. You glance down at him, brow raised.

"You're not tired?"

He shrugs, "Nope."

Laughing, you splay onto the blanket beside him. Your arms brush and with that touch, like always, there is a spark, a live wire. You gulp and throw an arm over your eyes, wishing these damn feelings would just go away already.

"You feel sick?" He asks.

"No." You huff, "That's not it."

"What is it, then?"

You lower your arm and look at him, "Can't tell you. Secret."

He blinks in that usual way of his, all wide-eyed. Then, he drags you closer, wrapping his arm around you with gentle strength. You instantly relax, your head dropping to rest on his chest. This is always nice and you should accept it as it is. You should just accept that this is all you'll get and you're fine with that, especially if it means that you won't lose him.

A soft brush of his fingers on your lower back makes your stomach flip. A flutter rises and you gulp, shifting a bit at the tingles running up the length of your spine.

"I can't really go to sleep with you touching me like that."

He lets out a soft noise of surprise, "Oh! Right, sorry."

You chuckle, "I didn't mean that you should stop."

Soon, though albeit slightly hesitantly, the touch returns. He brushes his fingers along the curve of your back, against your ribs and you jolt. The movement brings your crotch closer to his thigh and you let out a soft noise, which leaves you slightly mortified. He goes very still, his touch halting before he continues with seemingly more confidence.

He runs his fingers lower until they're pressing a bit into the dip of your waist. Your hips move against his thigh and you shut your eyes, praying neither of you will remember this in the morning. But you know that, without a doubt, there's no way you won't. Regardless of the drinks, you're both very much aware of what is happening.

You bury your face against his chest as you grind against him softly, your voice more timid than it's ever been when you call his name.

"Is this too much?" He asks, quietly.

"No. No, this is fine."

He laughs, a deep rumble against you. It's different than any laugh you've heard from him before. There's nothing goofy or fake or self-deprecating about it. It's husky. It's heat.

Suddenly, as you begin to feel spikes of pleasure, he stops. You wince and go to pull away, thinking you've overstepped or misunderstood. But he simply keeps holding tight to you as he shifts.

You blink up at him, caged in by his arms, overwhelmed by the sight.

He's flushed, his cheeks rosy and his pupils dilated. His eyes are flitting around your face and dipping, his hand running beneath your thin shirt to travel against the skin beneath. You gulp and open your legs for him to settle better, gasping when he presses against your so fully.

"You make the prettiest sounds." He says, his voice soft and gentle and quiet between the two of you. "I've heard you before, you know. Late at night, when you thought I was sleeping. I never knew what you were thinking about but I hoped-"

He brushes his thumb against your nipple and you bring your hand down to place it atop his, feeling him explore, feeling the way his fingers curl around your breast.

Your voice wavers, "I usually think about you."

At your confession, his eyes shoot up to your own. He presses against you harder, though you aren't sure that he's even aware of it. In a flash, he's lowering his lips to yours, taking over each and every one of your senses. You're consumed by him, by his mouth, by his roaming hands and his tongue. He pushes at your shirt and you loathe the brief moment your lips part as it lifts over your head, moaning when he finds you again. You pant when he begins to trail his lips down the slope of your throat, pressing his teeth and tongue against the rapid beat of your pulse. He brushes over your chest until he's taking a nipple into his mouth and you wish you could do something else with your hands. Instead, you bring them to your mouth as he travels lower and lower, pushing your pants down and off. "I'd like to hear you." He spreads your legs, holding tight to your thighs. He pushes his fingers into the plush of them, his breath ghosting over your core. "Please." You take your hands away and glance down, stomach curling pleasantly when you see him already looking back. He keeps his eyes on you during the first swipe of his tongue against your clit, smiling when you jolt and call out for him. "There you go." He kisses your thigh before dipping, his tongue running along your folds eagerly. You let out an embarrassingly loud yelp but he doesn't let up, not until you're dripping and leaving his mouth and chin shining. He flicks his tongue over and over, sucking at your clit, pushing in deep. Your thighs begin to quiver and he presses harder, no doubt leaving impressions and bruises. You don't mind. On the contrary, you hope they linger for days after this. Just as you're drawing close to the edge, he rises. He trails kisses back up, pressing his lips into your soft stomach, grabbing hungrily at your hips and plush sides. When you open your mouth for him, he tastes like you. The kiss is heavy and slick, breath hot between the two of you, both of you tasting like alcohol and sweets. You bring your hands down blindly, searching for the loops of his belt, for the pop of the button. When his shirt goes, you trail your touch over his scars. You shiver and you press a kiss pointedly against a deep one on his chest, making sure he knows that you aren't put off by any of it. When you look up at him, he is looking down at you. "Are you-" "If you're going to ask if I'm sure," You raise your legs, eyes fluttering at the touch of his tip on your entrance. "then, yes. I'm very sure. I've been sure for ages now." He snorts a laugh and nods, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as he begins to push in. Immediately, you notice that his dick feels...different. You've only been with two other people and although each time had been less than extraordinary, you know what a dick feels like. You glance down between your bodies, eyes catching on the feint luminescent glow as it buries inside of you. Ridges catch and tug but it isn't unpleasant. Instead, as he seems to shift inside of you, you feel an intense burst of unexpected pleasure. You gasp and grab onto his upper arms, digging in, mumbling an apology but unable to loosen your grip. He presses your chests together, teeth brushing against your throat before he bites, just once, just hard enough to make you arch against him. This makes it much easier for him to push inside of you entirely, both of you pausing. You feel the shift within you and it's all hard and velvet and there's something moving against your clit- "Vash." You moan, "It's...I'm-" He begins to thrust but the attention to your clit doesn't leave and when you open your eyes, you see that his hands are planted on either side of your head. Whatever is brushing repeatedly over you is part of him, undulating and stimulating. "Feel good?" He asks breathlessly, jolting you up and down with his thrusts. "Do you need me to stop?" "No, please." You shut your eyes again, bursts of pleasure radiating throughout your body. "Keep going, Vash, please." He thrusts harder, his dick prodding at the plush, spongy part inside of you. His breathing has thickened as he buries his face against your throat, tongue brushing the bite, his teeth grazing it. "So pretty." He says, his hips snapping as your breasts bounce against his chest. "You're just-" You gasp loudly as he reaches a hand down and grabs hold of your hip, digging his fingers deeply. "You've always been so beautiful." You gulp, strong emotions swamping you. You'd never accepted what you've known for months now: that you like him immensely, that you love him deeply. "I think," You try to speak between the thrusts, eyes rolling as he pierces a part of you that makes you see fucking stars. "I think I'm in love with you, Vash." He speeds up, his voice a whimper, his lips finding yours. He breathes against you, he whispers things you can't understand and suddenly, all at once, you are falling to absolute pieces. Your entire body shakes as your orgasm overwhelms you. You tighten around him and he groans, pushing hard, pushing so damn deep. Your lashes flutter and your eyes grow damp with the overwhelming feeling. In a flash, which you will later blame on euphoria, you think you see the spread of the cosmos sprouting from his back. There are feathers and there are stars and whisps, dark like gunsmoke, spreading above the two of you. Blanketing you from the world. He spills inside of you. It's hot and it's thick and you feel him grind into you over and over as if chasing the feeling to the last possible moment. The entire world goes quiet, all a buzz and vibration, as slowly you return from such a height. When you're back to yourself, you feel him sliding in and out of you slowly. He's growing soft inside of you but neither of you wants to part. You wrap your legs around him, keeping him close until you can't anymore. You glance down and see the bioluminescence spill out of you. He drops his head to your chest, skin slick and damp with sweat. Luckily, the desert is always cold at night. It cools you both down until bumps are breaking out on your skin and Vash is grabbing another blanket, sliding out of you to wrap you both up within it. The fire has begun to burn low but you know he'll get up at some point to keep it going. For now, however, you're glad that you can turn in his arms and bury yourself against him. Your confession returns to the forefront of your mind and you think you might be sick, that you might wake up and find him gone now that the truth is out. You do your best to pretend that you've already fallen asleep, evening out your breaths and losing the tension in your shoulders. After a while, you assumed he would unwrap himself from you. But instead, he continues to hold you close, pressing kisses on the top of your head, his voice low and soft. "I love you too." He brushes a thumb against your jaw and traces the slope of your cheek. Those words, confessed beneath the stars and within the endless dunes, ease your worries. You nuzzle closer, hoping he thinks you're doing it unconsciously. Tomorrow, you're sure you'll both need to talk. But for now, as you allow yourself to be held so tenderly, you finally succumb to a deep, much-needed sleep.

#vash x reader #vash x y/n #vash x you #trigun stampede smut #trigun stampede fic #trigun smut

[see-arcane]

The Harkers have got me fucked up. Not just from how much they're going through. Not just from how well they know each other.

But in how much is not being said. How much that appears to have been missed.

Mina has just made their friends swear to euthanize her. In front of Jonathan, who she knows cannot/will not make said promise aloud, though she tries to fish it out. A funeral service, yes, but no more than that. She takes the wins she can, relying on the others for the sacrificial slaughter while she pries what she thinks is some mote of acceptance of the Worst Case Scenario in Potentia from Jonathan. Perhaps she's read the vampiric vow of his journal by now. Perhaps not. Perhaps she already suspects either way and wants desperately not to see him damn himself, damn both of them, to avoid raising a killing hand to her.

She is going into the dark. What kind, she does not know yet. But she knows--thinks she knows--she has taken some measure to save her soul and Jonathan's. God's will be done. (Piety trembles in her heart, a fear trying frantically to still look like faith.)

Jonathan, meanwhile, is in Hell.

As it was in the castle, there are some miseries too deep to dwell on for him to stomach writing them down. Hence his tapping Jack to record it all. But the silence from him here, bar the dodge of the promise that goes against his private vow, bar the reading of the burial service, sinks deeper than any horror he suffered from the Count in person. What can he be thinking now?

I made this all possible. I opened the door to England for him. Showed him how to spread his poison. Failed to strike a killing blow when I had the chance. Slept frozen and useless beside her as he drank and made her drink. Lost him by inches in Piccadilly. Now I am here, listening to her claim so sunnily that any man of old would murder his woman to save her from the enemy's touch, as if asking for a trifle. All the while I sit contemplating a hellish betrayal, holding my heart over her wishes, over sanity, humanity, Heaven and Hell. Contemplating worse.

(The kukri is very sharp by now. In time it will have so fine an edge that no one would feel its cut before their head toppled off. Be they in a coffin or a friend with their back turned. Sickly, he finds the thought cold and placid in his mind. Is he not already damned for what he's allowed? Is he not already slated for the Count's collection? He knows whose blood it was on the monster's lips on that final dawn in Transylvania. And when he dies...)

I imagine he has to stop himself from making a mirrored request to the others right there. Has to stop himself from handing Mina the Bible and asking her to read it out for him. If she is lost, he is lost. It is not merely undeath that he would follow her into--whatever she is, wherever she goes, so must he be, so must he go.

Read it for me now, darling. You laid it all out so eloquently. I am already lost but for the wait for the grave. Come everyone, while we're here. Two funerals. Two sets of oaths. I can perhaps save you half the work, if I fall neatly enough on the kukri. Pry it from my heart and take my head when the time comes.

But he bites his tongue. Does not touch his pen. Does not risk heaping another weight on his love who is already crushed beneath existential terrors that are being thrust on her by the actions of others. She does not know what he is planning, even if she suspects it by half.

What she knows: Jonathan cannot raise a hand to her. (He would have me as a monster than not exist at all.)

What he prays she never will: Jonathan will be anything she is. (Mortal. Monster. Dead.)

One last secret to keep.

All the way to the grave.

#I'm fine I'm great I'm having a lovely time #mina harker #jonathan harker #holiest love #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

[ynjeonghoney]

beach, guess what? — kim mingyu (M) (filo au)

surfer sa umaga, diver sa gabi

✦ pairing: kim mingyu x oc reader ✦ genre: smut, filo setting ✦ word count: 15.4k ✦ warnings: contains profanity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex

Reminders:

✦ minors dni! ✦ separate fiction from reality ✦ this au is purely fictitious and does not reflect the true personalities of kpop idols

The serenity of Siargao had worked its magic on your soul, offering a much-needed detox from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Though you were sad to bid farewell, you knew that the island's ethereal beauty would stay with you, a cherished memory to revisit whenever the chaos of life became overwhelming.

This was your first solo trip, and you'd really miss it.

"O baka si Mingyu ang mamimiss mo?" Your best friend, Bella, teased on the other end of the call, her voice warm yet playful. And so, you launched into a vivid description of Mingyu - his sun-kissed skin, effortless charm, and the way his smile seemed to light up the entire beach. He truly embodied the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.

"Actually, katatapos lang ng surfing lesson ko sa kanya kanina," you announced to Bella with a hint of excitement. The thought of spending time with Mingyu made your heart race. You were willing to splurge just to catch another glimpse of his captivating smile.

"Surfing lesson lang ba, Ali?" Bella replied, her voice laced with laughter.

You playfully rolled your eyes at Bella, bringing a smile to your face. Indeed, it had been almost a year since you bravely walked away from a toxic relationship, and you were proud of how far you'd come. But there was something undeniably special about having a crush on someone. It felt like a sensation that filled you with happiness, as if you were the main character in a Korean drama.

That's exactly how you felt whenever you caught sight of Mingyu. There was a certain magic in his presence that stirred emotions you hadn't felt in a long time. With each passing moment spent with him, it felt as though the wounds from your past were slowly healing.

"Sige na, I'll call you later. Enjoy ka lang diyan!"

-

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you found yourself gazing at the breathtaking scene unfolding before you. It was a mesmerizing sight from the balcony of the house where you were staying. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you carefully folded each item of clothing, memories of your adventures in Siargao flooding your mind with nostalgia.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced at your phone. The idea seemed like the perfect way to cap off your trip. Without hesitation, you eagerly accepted the invitation. It was an opportunity you couldn't pass up.

But as your mind was filled with excitement, a nagging question lingered: would it simply be a casual drink, or did Mingyu have something else in mind?

You carefully sifted through your packed clothes, searching for the perfect outfit for the evening. Your fingers grazed over various options until they landed on the backless dress tucked away in your suitcase. With a mischievous grin, you decided it was just the right amount of sexy for the occasion.

After nearly an hour, a notification appeared on your phone, and to your delight, it was from Mingyu. He informed you that he was already in front of the house you were staying at. You glanced out the window and spotted him standing beside a sleek, top-of-the-line Ford Raptor.

As you went outside, Mingyu greeted you with a warm smile that sent a rush of emotions through you, and you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly hot he looked leaning casually against the vehicle.

"You look so damn fine, baby girl," Mingyu remarked, his voice filled with admiration as he appreciated your beauty. The compliment sent a shiver down your spine, his words igniting a spark of confidence within you. With a coy smile, you thanked him, feeling a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Baby girl ka diyan!" You playfully hit his arm.

He opened the car door for you, and as you stepped inside, you were greeted by the delightful scent of the air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. Its aroma was a pleasant surprise, a fragrance that screamed Kim Mingyu.

-

It turned out that the bar was an hour away, but you hardly noticed the time passing as you and Mingyu engaged in lively conversation throughout the car ride.

Upon arrival at the bar, you found it bustling with people, predominantly tourists like yourselves. The lively atmosphere was infectious, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

You and Mingyu quickly took a seat at the high chairs near the bartender, who turned out to be Mingyu's friend. "Wons, two margaritas."

"This is Allison." Mingyu added, introducing you to his friend, Wonwoo.

"Girlfriend mo?" Wonwoo whispered with a playful grin, glancing between the two of you. "Alam mo bang ilang beses nireject ng mga babae itong si Gyu?" He added, sharing tales of Mingyu's romantic mishaps.

"Naka-jackpot ka, Allison. Solid magmahal si Gyu." Wonwoo's teasing elicited a playful swat from Mingyu, who couldn't help but laugh along with you.

All this time, you had been under the impression that this strikingly handsome man, with his charm and confidence, must have had a string of past relationships. However, to your astonishment, you discovered that this was far from the truth. In a candid moment, Mingyu shared a sentiment, "Never pa akong nagkaroon ng girlfriend, if that's what you want to hear," he confessed to you with sincerity.

As time passed, you found yourself getting to know Mingyu better through his fascinating stories. With every conversation came another round of drinks, and as the alcohol flowed, so did the warmth and intimacy between you. The tipsiness that crept over you had caused you to share your own stories in return. Despite the haze of alcohol that clouded your mind, you remained aware of your surroundings.

Mingyu noticed your condition and decided not to encourage further drinking. He understood that you still had to go home and wanted to ensure your safety. Mingyu gently intervened, suggesting that it might be time for you to call it a night. Grateful for his consideration, you nodded in agreement, realizing that it was indeed time to head home.

As you approached the car, Mingyu once again opened the door for you. Gratefully, you turned to face him, ready to express your gratitude for the unforgettable evening. "Thank you for tonight, Min—" Before you could finish your sentence, you were taken by surprise as Mingyu's lips crashed into yours, holding your waist and silencing your words in the most unexpected manner. You melted into the kiss, feeling things you hadn't felt in a long time.

With a bold move, you parted your lips, inviting Mingyu's tongue to explore the depths of your mouth. As your tongues danced in a passionate battle for dominance, your hands roamed freely over Mingyu's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with eager anticipation. He slid into the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on yours. Without hesitation, he gently guided you onto his lap, and you straddled him while your bodies pressed intimately together.

As Mingyu gently broke the kiss, his breath came out heavy and labored, his chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of his breathing. His eyes held a magnetic intensity, as if he was delving into the depths of your soul and claiming every part of you as his own. "You don't know how much you made me hard, Allison."

Who would have known that his lips and gaze were more intoxicating than the alcohol you had consumed earlier?

His hand swiftly traveled beneath your skirt and underwear, igniting a wave of sensation that left you breathless. Simultaneously, his lips trailed a slow, deliberate path down your neck, planting gentle kisses as they made their way towards your chest. Each kiss sent shivers of pleasure through you, intensifying the sensation of his hand exploring beneath your clothing.

"You're already soaking wet, baby." His smirk revealed a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, knowing that you were already drenched and ready for him. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt Mingyu's fingers rubbing your womanhood. You couldn't ignore his aroused cock pressing against you as you locked your lips together. Slowly, you began to grind against him, feeling him groan against your lips with each movement.

Mingyu's hands ventured in a different direction and found their way to your breasts. He squeezed them gently, eliciting a gasp. With skillful fingers, he proceeded to untie your dress while you discarded his shirt.

He eagerly sucked one of your breasts, and you couldn't help but moan softly, feeling the pleasure intensify with each suck. Your fingers instinctively found their way into his hair, gripping it gently while your breath hitched with every sensation. Lost in the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies, the two of you surrendered completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

"Uhhh, fuck." You whimpered as his fingers rubbed your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, driving you to the brink of euphoria. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for more of his touch.

He quickly unzipped his pants, and your senses heightened at the sight of his engorged cock. It stood proudly, throbbing with desire, and you couldn't help but salivate at the thought of him inside you. The hunger in his eyes mirrored your own, his arousal evident.

"Paglaruan mo ako," you quickly obeyed, and with swift movement, he adjusted the passenger seat, creating enough space for you to kneel down. The anticipation hung thick in the air as you positioned yourself in front of his aroused cock. You leaned forward, licking the glistening precum and welcomed his cock into your mouth. Mingyu's eyes closed as you drove him insane.

"Shit! Sige pa, ang sarap uhhh-" Mingyu's arousal was palpable, his manhood throbbing with need as you worshipped him with your mouth. His body tensed with each movement, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The next thing he did was grip the back of your head and pressed you further onto his cock, causing you to gag.

"Putangina!"

After your mouth, comes your hand. You grip his shaft, pumping it up and down as you kiss him passionately. Your lips collide in lust, tongues dancing in a heated embrace as you stroke him with increasing urgency. With each stroke, Mingyu's moans grow louder, and his breath quickens. He can feel the tension mounting within him, a coiling spring of desire ready to explode. Every movement brings him closer to the edge, his body thrumming with anticipation as he chases the peak of pleasure.

"My turn." As Mingyu utters those words, you feel your core starved of him. You find yourself seated in the passenger seat as he takes the lead, his eyes filled with desire as he looks at you. With a bold and assertive move, he spreads your legs apart, parting them to get a tantalizing view of your exposed womanhood. He admires the glistening wetness between your parted thighs while his hot breath fans against your skin.

Mingyu wastes no time fulfilling his desire. He gently parts your folds, exposing your slick entrance before sliding two fingers. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body clenching around his fingers as he begins to move them.

As his fingers pump in and out of you, Mingyu's thumb finds its way to your swollen clit, rubbing it in firm, circular motions. The combination of his fingers thrusting deep inside you and the stimulation of your sensitive bud sends waves of pleasure through your body.

Mingyu licks his fingers, eager to taste every last drop of you. "You taste so fucking good."

Following his fingers, his tongue dances over the sensitive bud. The sensation is electrifying, each flick and swirl of his tongue driving you closer to the edge of euphoria. "Mmm, fuck ang sarap." Your body convulses, building the tension to an almost unbearable level. Mingyu withdraws his tongue from your clit, a satisfied smirk displaying on his lips.

The ache between your thighs grows more pronounced, aching to be touched and explored by him. He positions you on top of his cock, teasing his hardness against your opening. You can't help but gasp as you feel the tantalizing pressure of his member.

You release a deep moan as you feel Mingyu's cock penetrate your womanhood, filling you completely. You grasp onto his biceps, overwhelmed by his size inside you. The sensation of being stretched and filled sends shockwaves of pleasure, your walls adjusting to accommodate his girth.

You begin to ride Mingyu slowly, savoring every sensation as he fucks you. His hands find their way to your hips, guiding your movements with a firm yet gentle touch.

"You take my cock so fucking well, baby." Mingyu's gaze is fixed on your breasts, admiring the way they bounce with each thrust. His eyes drink in the sight of your body, his desire evident in the way he watches you with hunger and appreciation.

"Gusto mo talaga yung putang-puta ka?" He whispers against your skin as he trails kisses down to your breasts.

"Fuck me mercilessly, Mingyu!"

He aggressively quickens his thrusts, a surge of pleasure catapulting you into a realm of ecstasy beyond comprehension. You become a moaning mess in front of him, breathy cries of lust filling the air. Every movement, every sensation, sends you spiraling further into bliss.

"Have you fucked other girls besides me?"

"Nireject nga nila ako e. You're the only one I've ever been with like this, Allison."

Putangina, naka-jackpot nga ako.

You clench around Mingyu's hard cock, and a rush of indescribable sensations dawns on you. The feeling of fullness, combined with the friction of your bodies moving together.

"Mmm, right there!" His cock targets your sensitive spot.

"How can someone be this beautiful while being fucked?" Mingyu exclaims, his eyes devouring your body. You moan in response, unable to form coherent words.

The sight of you drives him wild, spurring him to pound on you with the remaining power he has as his thrusts become more urgent and desperate with each passing moment. You can feel the intensity building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

"F-faster, Mingyu! Fuck!"

Mingyu can sense his climax approaching as his pace grows more aggressive. His voice, husky with desire, echoes as he reaches the pinnacle of pleasure. "I'm cumming," he utters. With each gasp, the tension in the air becomes palpable, thick with anticipation.

Mingyu breathes a groan and releases his seed deep inside you, feeling the warmth of his essence flooding and filling you, leaving you breathless. As Mingyu slows his pace, you can feel your heart racing as though it's about to burst. He leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours. And then, with a gentle brush of his lips against yours, he seals the moment with a tender kiss.

"Is this how you ask a girl out? Sex talaga?"

"Since you already mentioned it, might as well shoot my shot and court you."

---- end ----

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[thefanficmonster]

Piss off your parents pt.2

PART 1

PART 3

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Turns out, LA is packing way more surprises than you were prepared for.

He's still nursing the same drink he started the night with. Not by choice - he just knows that he might make some serious mistake if he indulges in anything more or stronger. The beer is treating him well.

Then again, if he sees Nate and Y/N making out one more fucking time he might steer to the whiskey.

He feels like a terrible friend, unsure of who he's being more unfair toward of the two. He should be happy for them. Like Sam. He can't take a page from his book, though. He can't be openly supportive and encouraging of the blooming romance between his friends. The most he can do is plaster on a strained fake smile and try to enjoy his night, keeping himself away from them. If he can't be a proper friend, the least he can do is not let his displeasure - and borderline selfishness - swim up to the surface.

Although his features are definitely giving a clear glimpse into the warzone that is his mind. Hard glare, set jaw, gritted teeth, furrowed brows. If Sam wasn't already several rounds deep he'd probably pick up on it instantly.

Thing is, he already has picked up on it. The avoidance, the cold shoulder, short-spokenness. He's been picking up on the clues for months but dared not bring it up. In his head, it makes no sense. To him, it always seemed like Colby and Y/N were the rom-com waiting to happen. Stolen glances, gentle touches, subtle affection, their own love language. All trademark Colby-Y/N stuff. Where Nate came into the equation is unclear to him.

Truthfully, nothing is clear to him right now. Which is why Colby is currently helping him off the table he can't remember climbing onto.

"Come on, dude. You're gonna break something important." He says, steadying his best friend when he hops down too enthusiastically for someone in his state.

Sam slurs a response but is grinning from ear to ear so he can only assume he's enjoying himself enough to not mind Colby gentle-parenting him. But also enjoying himself too much to be trusted and left to his own devices.

Scoping out the hotel club with a quick glance, Colby's gaze thankfully finds Corey. Who it doesn't find is the main culprits responsible for his deteriorating mental state. Where's a shot of whiskey when you need it?

"Mind watching over him for a bit? Imma go get a drink." He yells over the music directly into Corey's ear, nodding to the inebriated blonde who's swaying to the beat of the music without a care in the word. Colby aspires to be him in an hour, the risks of it be damned.

Corey accepts the duty, earning himself a grateful pat on the back from Colby who disappears into the crowd the same instant. He's heading toward the bar, eyeing the bottles lining the wall behind it greedily. He's sees the amber liquids as a sea he's about to drown his worries in.

That is if he can shake them, though.

And, try as he might, he can't.

Surveying the venue a couple more times, he feels a sickening pit settle into his gut at the absence of his two best friends. He can't remember when he lost sight of them nor how, especially since his eyes were glued to her the whole night.

Others would be a lot less concerned with this predicament. I mean, when two people like each other veryyy much, have had several drinks throughout the night and have disappeared from the party, it's pretty clear where they might be and what they might be doing. But Colby doesn't even wanna let his train of thought travel that way. Neither his heart nor his liver can handle that.

But that's when he spots Nate with Sam and Corey. Yet still no Y/N in sight.

Colby decides this calls for a search party.

He checks each and every corner of the club with upmost diligence. She's wearing a little black dress that is for sure to help her blend into the blur of the party with the minimal lighting and packed crowd. It's not a problem for him though, he could spot her from a plane. Which makes his lack of findings all the more concerning.

He eventually takes his search outside the club and into the hotel lobby. Then out on the sidewalk, then in the parking lot. He has soon scoped out the entire perimeter around the hotel without finding a trace of her. He's all out of places to search and chock-full of sickening worry. It's as if she's disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Speaking of smoke...

As he's making his way back to the hotel entrance, he catches something out of the corner of his eye. A small plume of smoke emanating from the cracked open window of one of the club bathrooms. That's when the idea pops up in his head.

He never checked the ladies' room. For obvious reasons, of course.

But his rationality and reasonability were checked clear from his system ten minutes ago when his body entered full panic mode. So...

Still he tries to reason with himself: Play the drunk card. Just accidentally stumbled into the wrong bathroom, that's all. 'I'm not a creep I swear, I just mixed up the doors'. That could work, yeah....

And so, with a quicker pace to his step, he steps out of the humid LA air and into the chillier and more pleasant hotel lobby. He stops for a second under the cold AC breeze to take a breath. Collect himself.

What if it's not her? What then?

That depressing train of thought is interrupted by a slight ping coming from his back pocket. He nearly drops his phone he takes it out so damn fast. He'd sent Y/N a string of messages and even tried calling her a few times, all attempts with no success. Therefore, for a split second, he's hopeful that maybe she's finally replied.

Much to his dismay, it ends up being wishful thinking.

Much more to his dismay....

"Hello Cole. How is Y/N?"

...it's her mom.

It's been eight months since the incident, six since they moved to LA. In that time, Y/N's mom has come around approximately half an inch closer to tolerating him. Mostly because he's her only intel on her daughter since she's so adamant on being stubborn and not talking to her. And Colby is more than happy to be of service, he just wishes....

What exactly?

Wishes they could mend their bridges? Wishes he didn't have to lie on both his and Y/N's behalf? Wishes he didn't feel s fucking guilty?

Wishes it wasn't all a ruse?

Mrs. Y/L/N checks in once every couple of days, often with texts at odd hours like this. She has a lot of night shifts to handle at the hospital so, when she gets downtime is when she stops to reach out with a message to Colby - who she believes is her daughter's boyfriend, mind you - to ask about Y/N.

And he's always been instant with the replies. 2AM, 4AM, 7AM, you name it. Never once has he taken more than a couple minutes to reply. He can't remember sleeping more than two to three hours a night if any since they moved here. He'd blame it on the weather change. Then again, he knows better.

His correspondent noticed this too...

"Why are you never asleep? Is something wrong?" She'd asked him at one point, showing genuine concern which truly warmed his heart. And then broke it right afterwards when he remembered he can't tell her what's wrong. He wishes he could tell her for whatever reason. He has a feeling she'd understand, maybe even like him better because of it. But how could he tell her? The charade needs to be upkept, the show must go on, and he'll just...well, suffer, really.

With a quick confirmation of Y/N's well-being, he continues his venture back into the club, making a quick beeline for the dark hall leading to the bathrooms. And yes, he feels like a creep but no, he can't turn back now.

So, he pushes the door to the women's restroom open.

Thank the heavens, he thinks to himself. For two reasons.

Firstly, because it's a single stall bathroom.

Secondly, because on the sink counter outside the stall sits Y/N and suddenly he's getting deja vu.

Mascara is staining her cheeks, a cigarette is hanging between her lips, her hair is a mess. But she still gives him a smile when she sees him come in. "Hey." She greets him, voice barely above a whisper, "You're not supposed to be here."

Colby quickly locks the door behind him, approaching her with a newfound shake in his knees. Given her state, he's quick to assume the worst. "Jesus Y/N, what's wrong? Did something happen? Talk to me."

She shakes her head, a few more strands of her disheveled hair going awry, "Nothing happened, nothing's wrong. I'm just...having fun." She sounds bitter. Not sad, not angry. Just bitter, regretful almost.

For some reason he chucks up to human nature, he feels anger start boiling in that lingering pit in his gut, "Where have you been?"

She motions to the counter below her nonchalantly, slurring a little "Here" in response.

"Where'd you get that?" He asks, nodding at the cigarette between her fingers.

She laughs, whether drunkenly or genuinely he's unsure. "Some girl gave it to me when she heard me crying in the bathroom."

Alarms start goin off once again. She's unaware she's playing him and his sanity like a yo-yo with each spoken word, "Why the fuck were you crying? What happened?!"

Y/N finds the audacity to roll her eyes at him, "Nothing! For fuck's sake, Colby, nothing happened!"

"How can you say that and expect me to believe it? Look at yourself! You're a mess!" He tries subduing his anger but it's impossible. He doesn't know where it's stemming from. Maybe it's all that pent up adrenaline from twenty minutes ago coming loose. Maybe his worry is mixing with the relief and melting into frustration. Maybe he's taking out his bitterness - piled on for months, mind you - on her. Even though she doesn't deserve it. And he knows that.

She deserves the world.

He just doesn't deserve her. And he's yet to come to terms with that.

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you." She sasses him, taking the last puff of her cigarette before tossing it out the window.

"You're mascara is running down your face, your hair is all over the place, your lipstick is smeared as fuck. There's a party going on out there but you prefer sitting on cold marble and smoking in a bathroom. You can't tell me there's nothing odd about that." He's losing it, he can feel his sanity slipping from his grip and he can't get a better grasp on it. All he can do is watch as it leaves him.

Y/N, in her usual fashion, is quick to clap back, "You're the odd one! You're fully sober at your own party, angry for whatever reason. You're standing here lecturing me instead of being out there having fun. Oh, and need I remind you, you're in the ladies' room."

He laughs humorlessly. Exhaustedly. "I haven't been on a wild goose chase the whole night for you to...."

"He doesn't want me."

Her words cut him off and cut him deep. The confusion is brief but the pieces fall into place almost immediately.

Nate

"There's no fucking way. You've been all over each other..." He stops himself when he realizes how upset he sounds recollecting all the instances he caught the two in their own world. The pit rattles, a sickening feeling climbing up his throat.

She scoffs, "Yeah, well that's all there is to it. It's all physical. And always prompted by alcohol." A long sigh escapes her lips, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'm just disappointed I didn't notice it sooner."

Colby Brock, for once in his life, has been rendered speechless. But he's aware staying quiet isn't an option. So he makes a weak attempt at a consolation, "Y/N, I-"

"Did you know?" She thankfully cuts him off before he can continue word vomiting.

He quickly shakes his head, "No. I swear I didn't. I would've told you."

"Yeah, I know. I know you would've. I just don't know why he told you he liked me when you asked him..." She sighs, picking at the hem of her dress, thankfully oblivious to the sudden paleness of Colby's face.

The sickness gets worse as he remembers his huge mistake. A lie he told months ago.

Y/N had asked him to fight this one battle for her and he still didn't do it, for utterly selfish reasons. She'd asked him for something so simple - ask Nate about his feelings for her, if there were any. And what did he do? He kept his tongue behind his teeth and quietly hoped she'd forget about it. Such a foolish thing to expect from someone completely head over heels in love.

So, when she inevitably checked in to find out the response, he had to lie. Lie and give her false hope he didn't even know was false at the time. There was a devil on his shoulder telling him to tell her the complete opposite but he could never be that evil.

He'd rather drink and sleep his way into coping through it all than watch his best friend be brokenhearted.

In the end it seems he somehow swerved the situation into hitting both those nails on the head. And he completely and utterly hates himself for having done that to Y/N.

The least he can do is come clean.

"I never asked him."

Silence. Fucking crickets. They can hear each other's heartbeats. And he can't bring himself to look up at her, let alone meet her eyes.

It feels like forever before words are spoken between them. She's the one to break the silence with one simple word: "Why?"

He can't tell her why. He doesn't know why.

Actually, you know what, fuck that. He knows exactly why and that's the reason he can't tell her.

"I don't know." He feels like such a coward. But the consequences of the truth terrify him.

"Why did you lie to me?" She doesn't sound angry. He wishes she did. Because the hurt he can hear in her voice is far worse than any furious wrath she could unleash upon him.

"I don't know."

"Fuck that, Colby. You're my best friend, for fuck's sake. You're the last person I'd expect to lie to me and you-"

"You don't wanna know why, Y/N." His restraint is growing weaker. He regrets the words as soon as he says them. He's aware she most definitely not leave it alone now. They're both stubborn, so fucking stubborn. Mules, if you will. Legends say they still reference something they bickered about a decade ago today.

"Yes I fucking do, Colby."

"It could ruin a lot of things."

"It won't."

"I don't wanna lose you."

"You won't."

"You promise?" He feels horrible asking for a promise from her after having revealed the biggest lie he's ever told her.

Well, second biggest anyway.

But she doesn't second his opinion because her response comes out faster than a bullet, "I promise."

In this moment of honesty, raw and bare honesty, how could he lie? How can he look her in the eyes and not tell her the truth? How can he even look at her? He owes her that much but doesn't know if he has it in himself to do it.

Forcing himself to look up, Colby swears he can feel a sharp pain in his chest. Her eyes are dry of tears by now but the shine remains, accentuated further by the fluorescent lighting. He swears he can feel himself fall for her all over again, even deeper.

"Because I'm in love with you, Y/N."

The crickets are back. The silence is eating away at him. He can feel her slipping through his fingers. Their decade long friendship flashes before his eyes. It feels like he's saying goodbye. To the memories, to the friendship. To the love of his life that never was.

The weight of the realness knocks his head back down, his gaze fixated on the black tiles beneath his feet. Shame, pain, dread and fear are all battling for first place, causing a whirlwind in his brain that nearly knocks him off his balance.

It's astonishing how much it hurts losing something you new you didn't deserve all along.

Tagging: @benbarnesprettygurl @beanredacted

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Prompt idea: inmortal teen looking Danny, jumping across different dimensions he lands in DC. He quickly become annoyed because the native heroes won't stop trying to adopt him.

Oh and it take some years to Danny to jump to another dimension

*Cracks knuckles*

Alright so this is extremely, very, late. But it shall be DONE!

So, let us start with some BACKGROUND.

Danny is an immortal teen, yes? So then, Danny has outlived every mortal he knows, as in Jack, Maddie, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, everyone.

So when the last person he loved and cared for died (your pick as to whom), he went into the ghost zone to explore to hopefully forget all the pain. He explored the zone, stopping by some of the ghosts he knows before finding a portal, to which he just says fuck it and dives in.

At first he didn't know where he was, but with some digging he came to the conclusion that it's a different dimension and is like neat. So he explores a lil, meets some people, drinks and eats some food.

Y'know, the usual tourist stuff.

So after a few years he had his fill of this new dimension, seeing everything there is to see and all. So he left, finding a conveniently open portal and then goes on to the next.

And the next.

And the next.

Until one portal, like any other. He pops into a new dimension and expects it to be like all the others, he already had things going on his mind about what it would be.

Perhaps old timey? Maybe Prehistoric even? Oooo, maybe it would be futuristic, those are always fun.

Except it was none of that, in this dimension people have powers and superheroes are actually real.

He was a bit surprised, but easily accepted it.

So there he was, just minding his own business outside of earth's atmosphere, eyeing up the planet to think about where he would visit first, he picked up a lot of languages in his travel, so he doesn't think he'll have a problem where he choses.

So he picks a certain spot to land, some city by the name of Metropolis, only to be met with two people.

A man with a red cape in blue and red spandex, and standing near him is a bat furry in black spandex.

Weird choice but alright, he doesn't judge.

It was when the former turned around- Superman if he remembered correctly, that he felt like he was punched in the gut.

He looked so much like him, so, so much that he thought he was standing- well, more so floating, right there in front of him.

"Dad?"

Danny noticed his mistake after he let it slip, there were some slight differences that his father didn't have, and well, his father is dead and all.

So what did he do to save himself from the embarrassment of mistaking some guy for his dead dad?

He's an adult- practically older than a lot of people actually, even if he looks like a kid. He is mature and will solve this and act accordingly.

He turned invisible and peaced out.

He's sure nothing won't come out of that frankly.

It was just a teeny, tiny slip up.

Something did come out of it, much to Danny's chagrin.

Now he's being followed by these superheroes everywhere for whatever reason and they won't leave him alone when he just wants to sight see.

In a dark and grim city because he was avoiding Metropolis?

Followed by some ninja furries in spandex. (Also what the fuck, why the hell are they so damn sneaky for he almost forgot they were following him-)

He went to New York.

Got found by this random lady who also wouldn't leave him alone.

He escaped to Central City and had a conversation with this guy in red spandex with a lightning bolt of his chest.

Honestly he had a pretty nice time but what is it with Superheroes and spandex?

He wanted to leave, but the portal isn't gonna open again for some undetermined amount of time.

...The universe really likes to fuck him over, don't it?

#dp x dc #Hey so uh #Sorry if this wasn't up to what you wanted #Haven't been in this fandom for a WHILE #But I hope this is good enough? #Or at least somewhat close to what ya wanted #dp x dc crossover

[milksuu]

Hii! This is my first time sending a request haha! Well, could you Heartsteel Aphelios with Reader who’s a hardcore Gamer?

(I mean, like ungodly amounts of hours on a multitude of games. Always hitting new high scores. And the classic, eyebags from lack of sleep.)

⌜heartsteel!aphelios x fem!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ YOU CAN'T WIN A GIRLFRIEND IN A 1 V 1 ! ❞

❥ prompt: Aphelios thought there wasn't a single soul in the entire universe stupid enough to challenge him to a 1v1. But apparently, the 'God of Gaming' thought to use their last brain cell to bet their final testament. Little did you know, you'd fall from grace, then forced to play in some idols sick twisted game of pay-back. ❥ content/warnings: enemies to lovers vibe, affectionate bullying, name calling, teasing, fake relationship, fluff (?), 100% emotional dmg ( + crit. bonus on reader)

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ 'GOD OF GAMING'....that's what they call you. An immortal being born to play and dominate the realm of video games in all facets. Sleep's inevitably for the weak and uncommitted. It's a mark of honor to wield dark, heavy under bags beneath your eyes, so long as it meant keeping your rightful place on the throne.

Even in the realm of FPS, no one dares contest your dominance on top of the leaderboard. It's impossible for anyone who even thinks to get more than three hours of daily sleep. Until this night, at the deathly hour of 3 A.M on a Tuesday, an unknown player sweeps in announced. First round on top was a newby flook. You were busy taking a few breaks in game to sip on your energy drink. Second time, the damn bastard is kill stealing from even your weakest team mates. Third time he makes top of the leaderboards...now that's a personal attack on your reputation.

It's not long till various social tweets race like wildfire across all media platforms. Nothing more than constant jabs and reminders of how fickle your place is in this revolving door of a world. It makes you crinkle your fifth can of gamer fuel. There's only one way to respond to this usurper trying to contest your territory.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS sits back in his chair, tapping a finger on his desk. He narrows his eyes against a blaring screen. Who even was this? He had no clue. All he can recall is playing some random game out of boredom, then a monsoon of social tweets pestering him and some other guy who likes gaming. Maybe a little too much, he suspects.

He does his own social media rummaging, scuffing at his findings. You practically live inside your room, dedicating your whole life to playing video games. Apparently, it's your entire livelihood. He doesn't envy you one bit; pity is the better word that comes to mind. Your entire aesthetic is wearing an oversized hoodie that covers everything (probably your man boobs), and even your face. Except for your eyes. Holy hell, those eyebags were heavier than Sett's banana hammock on a hot summer's day.

Lazily, he opens up his calendar; checking event dates, rehearsal dates, fan meet dates. Tomorrow's his only free day for the week. Luckily for you, that's the one day you demanded from him. And of course some holed-up undesirable would ask another guy to challenge him at a internet cafe. No big deal. He'd set aside a few minutes to put you in your place. Then, completely forget about your entire existence the next day.

Aphelios accepts the challenge and locks in the date. When the day of divine retribution comes, he shows up twenty-minutes before hand. He purposely waits in front of the internet cafe you chose. Only to enjoy the sight of watching some idiot (you) sweating in a hoodie, barely able to catch your breath before you stood at his feet. Oddly enough, something different turns the corner. Eye-catching, even.

"Hey. Looks like you didn't chicken out on me," you comment, brushing away your done up hair from your shoulder. "Guess I'll give you kudos for that."

Aphelios does a double-take, trying to process the image of you online to what's standing in front of him. From his perspective, you look every bit of a model that just stepped out of a photo shoot. Where did those bags go? Man boobs? No, girl boobs? Was being reversed cat-fished a thing?

(Imagine the power of a whole eight hours of sleep and wardrobe change)

You quirk a brow at his silent, mile-long stare. "Um, yeah. Let's make this quick. I have plans to go shopping after this. So I want to get this over with so I can get on with my day. Sound good to you?"

Before he can respond, you brush pass him, slipping through the doors behind. Blinking away his sense of whiplash, Aphelios follows. It's not surprising to find a group of fans swarming and buzzing around the entire place. He's still stun-locked by your unexpected appearance. Observing as you go about in graceful fashion, greeting and hugging those in support of you.

"How about we make a deal before we start," you approach him again, placing your hands hotly on your hips. "I win, and you announce on all your social media platforms that I'm the better player. And your terms?"

Aphelios pauses. He made a hasty assumption. Thinking you were some guy living like a wall rat inside his own apartment. The slight margin of error has his lips curling in the most sadistic fashion. This was going to work out much more in his favor. And there's no intention of letting you off so easily. Being an attractive girl was never a default for mercy. He pulled out his cell, and typed the following:

If I win, you have to be my girlfriend for a month.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ YOU READ the words out loud, and the whole atmosphere cuts to silence. Your mouth trembles, before you burst with laughter as does the rest of the room. Clutching your cramping stomach, you swat the air in frantic motions. "Y-You can't be serious," you say with attempts to catch your breath. "You think you're going to win? That's so funny. How embarrassing for you. To think you'd even have a single chance to date me." Calming your breaths, you send him one final death glare and spit out the word. "Delusional."

Walking to take your seat, you ignore his unfaltering gaze trailing you. There's a glint in his eyes that tells you he's enjoying whatever hamster wheel is spinning inside his head. You need to add the poor hamster is obviously sick, forced into labour and probably part of a lab experiment.

When the match starts, no one feels the need to invest too much into the game. You were, after all, the 'God of Gaming'. It wasn't going to be a fair match to begin with. Until the game ends before anyone can blink twice; especially you.

The rule to win the round was simple; land the first headshot. Needles to say, you didn't.

Your eyes widen against the screen. Your death screen pops, and your lifeless body collapses. Adding unnecessary amounts of salt in the wound, your scumbag of an opponent crouches over your head. Repeatedly. Your trembling vision shifts away, past your monitor to the opposite side. Slowly, Aphelios leans casually into view, a cocky eyebrow cinched high into his forehead.

You grit your teeth, hand tightening into fists that would mark the inside of you palms. Pestering whispers and scandalous talk rise and echo around you. There's no way to escape the shame. You bow your head in defeat. What else can you do? There wasn't any use in fighting. You have to save whatever drop of class and honor you have left. Anything out of pocket, and your whole reputation could crumble. You push yourself away from the desk, pacing to meet your bastard of an opponent on the other side.

"Good...good game," your voice strangles to leave your tight lips. You try hard not to ruin your face with a scowl. Especially when Aphelios stands pretty damn tall, staring down at you like a child that just had good a spanking. Taking out his phone, he shows you some text:

Sure. Guess you would call it a good game. And now that you're my girlfriend, it's only reasonable to go on a date with me. As my reward and all. Those were the terms. Right?

The blood inside your veins boil. You want nothing more than to slap that phone out of his hands, and crush it beneath your heels. You reserve to grinding your teeth. Aphelios merely smiles through a devilish crinkle in his blood moon eyes. And it's now dawning on you; he's made a full-proof plan to make you suffer.

From what I know, girlfriend's hold onto their boyfriends hands. And also call them 'babe' as a loving pet name. Right?

You want to scream at the top of your lungs right now. Holding your breath, you withhold it from your surrounding scrutiny. When he reaches out his hand, you take it tensely. He chuckles when your manicured nails dig aggressively into the skin of his hand.

It’s cute how badly my girlfriend wants to hold my hand. I’d be careful, though. The harder she squeezes, the more I kind of like it.

You gulp and loosen your grip. Honestly, where the hell does he get off saying stuff like that so casually? How humiliating. And it was just the start of your month of impending doom.

Like any ‘proper’ date, he drags you to one of his usual spots in town for a meal. It's odd to witness him take the lead so naturally; as if you really were his damn girlfriend. When he offers to order and pay for the both of you, you almost hesitate. However, you weren't going to turn down a free meal. Even if it came from your current worst enemy.

“Oh. Um…then I’ll have the burger. No pickles.” Aphelios sends you a yard long stare, and you know he's siphoning you for more. You blush, turning a cheek. “Please, b-babe?”

You can tell he leers underneath his mask, like a cat whose gotten his cream. He leaves you briefly, before returning and setting a tray of food in front of you. For a moment, you stare at the hamburger with warranted skepticism. You raise your pair of squinting eyes at Aphelios, whose already pulled down his mask to quietly enjoy his meal. After a beat, you lower your restraints, and slowly take a bite. You immediately stiffen and gag, spitting up into a napkin. There's definitely pickles—loads of them.

Aphelios almost chokes on his own laugher at your award winning expression of disgust. He slides his phone across the table:

Oh. Sorry. I thought you said extra pickles. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Freaking bastard! Before you can smack his phone off the table, he snatches it back to the safety of his pocket. With a growl, you slough off the heaps and slices of fermented food. You're able to de-pickle the patty, but there's little joy in eating something with the faint essence of the nastiest condiment.

And after a not-so-enjoyable lunch, he takes you to a nearby pâtisserie for dessert. While waiting, and you have a half a mind to run out. Or call the local circus so they can come get their evil clown back. You're terrified to see what he's planning to bring you. And when he does, your mouth instantly waters. You stare down at a cute, decorative dessert parfait. It looks perfect with no hidden pickles (don't put it past him though). Your eyes glisten at the extravagant layers of yogurt, fruit compote, and whipped cream. Not to mention, the glazed whole strawberries on top, glittering with snow powder sugar. Giddy with excitement, you almost forget the silent devil sitting next to you. Before you can take the first bite, Aphelios intercepts your hand, brings it to his lips, and claims it for himself.

There's only one spoon, you know. And like any good girlfriend, it only makes sense to hand feed her boyfriend. Down to the very. last. bite.

There's a twitch in your face. You really want to dump the whole dessert pile onto his head. Unfortunately, that would be a major insult to the parfait. Exhaling your fury through your nostrils, you belly the desire to murder him with a plastic spoon. Grumbling, you perform your embarrassing 'girlfriend' duty. Nearing the end of this round of torture, he smiles—all at your expense, of course.

Wow. Am I full. Thanks for that. I'm actually feeling kind of generous from all your devoted attention. Tell you what. I'll let you have the last bite.

"Yeah, right," you snort. "Like I would ever share the same spoon with you, let alone anything you've touched on this Earth—hmph!" Before you can finish your berating monologue, Aphelios flips your hand around and slips the spoon inside your mouth.

ㅉㅉ You shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Silly. You might choke. And I rather not have that on my conscious.

You whine, trying to swallow your way through a verbal tantrum. Who knew it'd be so difficult to argue with delicious yogurt in your mouth? Still, reality settles shortly after the sweetness melts from your tongue. A certain thought springs a bitter aftertaste. For all intents and purposes, you both just shared an indirect kiss.

You smack the spoon on the table, feeling your face heat up. Yet, he's just sitting there, sly with composure. Not bothered by any of it—this sick 'fake dating' sims game. It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair! How many times did you have such an experience through your dating visual novel games? Too many to count. Yet, despite all those perfect moments with your various 2-D boyfriends, this fake 3-D imposter, just ruined the whole trope experience for you. There was no way you could replay those scenes and not think about your suffering today. You would damn this man to Hell again, but obviously, he enjoys vacationing there.

It was funny when you thought your gruelling date would conclude after dessert. Aphelios made sure to think of various, and random places to drag you to for no good reason. He's perfecting the art of physically and mentally exhausting you. Stroll in the park? He may or may not have put a caterpillar on your head. Watch you freak out about it, and then relish in having you beg him to help you. Lovely time window shopping at an outdoor mall? He makes sure to slip away and watch you panic trying to find him in the mass of busy bodies. Before you know where your head's at, you blink up against lit downtown buildings, store fronts and street lights.

Well, today's been fun. Just one last thing to make this date perfect. Something my girlfriend will definitely love.

An all too knowing smile creases his mask again. Taking your hand, he leads you away to the next destination in mind. With your eyes half-lidded with fatigue and feet already beaten to a pulp by your heels, you force yourself to stop caring. Like everything else, you'll just go along with it and pray it's over soon.

⌜LUV-U ♡ HOTEL⌟

Your mouth drops at the sight of a pink and flickering neon sign a few steps away. Did he really just drag you to a Love Hotel!? You swallow hard. Nevermind, you did care. You cared a lot! "This has to be a joke, right? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you take me inside—"

You're cut short as you're tugged forward. Nearing the entrance, your heart pounds louder than the surrounding nightlife. Your thoughts are racing. And watching another couple walk out looking rather satisfied with their stay doesn't help your emotions at all. That is, until he casually leads you past the hotel and around the corner, where there's vending machine against the wall. He releases his hold and gestures to it.

What are you talking about? Take you inside where? And no. There's no joke about this being the best vending machine in town for canned coffee. ㅎ_ㅎ

You stare with dumbfounded horror as he purchases two cans, and places one in your stiff hands. You look down at your coffee and contemplate just about everything up till this point. How big of a mistake it was to meet someone like him. Worse yet, be at his mercy over a stupid bet you set in place...and actually lost. How did your life turn out this way? Regret and humiliation well up as tears against your eyes. You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth. With the last of your dignity on the line; you'd rather die at this point than cry in front of him.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS lowers his drink from his lips, watching you from the side of his lashes. Looks like you were at your limit. Maybe he went a little too far. But every bit of his ego wants to rationalize it was well deserved. A pestering knot tightens like a fist at the base of his sternum. It bothers him enough to turn his neutral expression into a frown. His gaze catches your trembling legs, and traces them all the way down to your heels. His eyes widen by a margin; it's insane to think you hadn't complained about your feet hours ago. Looks like that knot wasn't going away anytime soon.

He tosses away your cans and raises his phone:

Take off your heels.

"What?" You're at a complete loss for words. Was he now going to force you to walk barefoot on the gross streets? You shake your head. "No way. Forget it. If you want me to take them off so bad, then do it yourself—Jerk!"

Aphelios flutters his eyelids in annoyance. More so that, for a split moment, he found himself not entirely hating the insult used against him. Forgetting the stupid interruption of his brain, he bends down and starts unlacing your straps. "H-Hey, wait a second you freaking weirdo. I didn't actually mean it literally."

It doesn't take much effort to hoist you onto his back, wrap your arms around his neck, and press your thighs snug against his waist. He anticipates a spit fire reaction. To his surprise, you simply huff and puff out your cheeks, muttering another possible insult. Honestly, he was sure you would've taken this opportunity to choke him out in a headlock. (He would've done it, but glad you didn't).

With a final adjustment, he hands you his cell phone, open with the map application. It seems it takes you a moment to realize he wants you to put your address so that he can dump you back wherever you live.

"You really plan on carrying me all the way to my house?" He can't see your expression, but by delivery alone, he can hear the blush in your cheeks. After a few taps and a mutter, he gets his phone back. "You better delete my address later. Or your new name's going be 'Stalker'."

Aphelios can't help but scuff. Like he would waste any more of his free time on inflating your already big head. He wonders how you even manage to fit your head through any shirt holes.

For a short while, you don't speak. As he walks through more quieter neighborhood streets, he feels your body condense further into his back.

"Mm, you know, for a being a cold jerk...somehow, you feel super warm," you breathe sleepily against his earlobe.

After a mumble or two, you commit to a terribly sleepy idea. Closing your eyes, you place your lips against his neck. Lingering, your mouth is soft and warm against his skin. Slightly sticky from whatever lip gloss you still have left. After the longest moment of his life, you abandon your spot. But he can feel your sleep drunk smile from how close your lips still are.

"Heh, there..I already kissed you, so...now you can't make me do it later....jerk."

When you finally doze off with light breathes and snores, Aphelios comes to a complete halt. It takes a moment to process. Then, without his consent, his neutral complexion flushes bright pink. The spot where you kissed him feels like it's burning a hole straight through him, down to his thumping pulse. He exhales a hot and heavy breath. It's warm enough to puff in the night air. With a shake of his head, he finds his walking pace, continuing towards your apartment.

He refuses to let you sway him with whatever tricks and flirts you have up your sleeve. He wasn't a swoonful idiot like most. And Aphelios knows he has a whole month worth of you still left. He'd make sure you always knew who you were dealing with. And by the end of it all, he'd make sure you'd never be able to get him off your mind.

A brewing smirk lifts one corner of his lips. This game was going to be more fun than he expected. And just like every other game, he would ultimately win.

Too bad for you, he mused to himself.

an;; ahhh thank you all for all your sweet messages i've been receiving through my hiatus. really appreciate it. trying to get back in the swing of things of answering anon. reqs. and working on my cleaning lady fic as well.

ngl, i swear, i hc so hard the phel can be such a sadistic/vengful bitch hell bent ruining anyone's life. like hes so unbothered by things and keeps to himself, that the minute you try to test him in that department, yeah no, you're officially on his shit list for life. how sweet how my man can hold grudge. <3

#heartsteel #league of legends #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel x reader #aphelios x reader #reader insert #request #fem!reader #reqs open #heartsteel fic

[cebwrites]

May I ask for some jealous headcannons for law, croc and zoro with bimbo s/o (hopefully I said that right :) how ppl find them really pretty and give them free things all the time (flowers,books,food) when their shopping together (*´∀｀) 

a/n: haiii, this concept really interested me - it is however stated in my rules that i don't typically write fem reader as mentioned though, i did like the idea so i wrote it through a masc pov instead (。・・)ノ

with a partner who receives a lot of gifts (Law, Crocodile, Zoro)

masc reader, he/they law word count: 1k

Law

Oh such a pity he'd fallen for a man so pretty

They aren't particularly fond of it but if this is the price to pay for having you by his side, so be it, but more importantly - mansplain, manipulate, malewife those pockets dry, darlin'

It was cute at first, to see them subtly pout and bristle whenever someone approached you with flowers, offers for drinks, or hawkers giving you an excess of free samples whenever the two of you passed by their stalls; it made you feel special, desired

However, the moment a lightbulb went off underneath your captain's scheming little mushroom hat, the fun slowly but surely started to dwindle; you knew something was up immediately when Law flashed you that crooked smirk, an expression you were more than familiar with, eyes shaded by the brim of their hat

It goes without saying that Law loves and does want to treat their boyfriend whenever possible, but he's also a bit of a cheapskate and if other people want to fill the role of spoiling you while he gets to sit back on full pockets well then that's just a win-win, even going so far as to encourage you to accept these gifts, too

Of course, when you give them a look and pinch their cheek after a the third or forth occasion, Law lets out a long-suffering sigh and hooks an arm around your waist - staking his claim, if you will - glaring off would-be Casanovas vying for your attention and paying for his boyfriend's meal with his own damn wallet (your turn to pick up the tab next time though, as per usual)

You will, however, still snag free food when possible for the both of you; if luck was on his side, Law would get to share spoonful's of ice cream with you between intimate glances and kisses in your personal bubble - all while he smugly watched those Romeos and their roses wilt as Law claimed you all for his own

Crocodile

Grown, malding ass man

You don't hear much of Crocodile's annoyance outwardly but it's clear in the way he gives you the cold shoulder and attempts to wins your affections back later with presents - gifts to your liking

Pretty much the only thing he can guarantee to provide you with his immense government-backed warlord wealth; but now some schmuck on the street thinks they can do him one better with their petty flowers and chocolates? Preposterous

Crocodile would give you entire libraries, spiral staircase to a comfy lair underground and all, if you just asked - he'd make you work tirelessly for this favor and hold it over your head at most opportunities, sure, but point is you'd still be getting it

The foolish shows of their affections through material goods was one thing, but what made Crocodile's blood singe with anger the most was those sweet-talkers; insipid little assholes trying to steal your love attention away from him with bullshit poems, flirty lines from a cheesy pick-up book that somehow has the gall to make you laugh at times from their charmingly awkward delivery

Pre-Strawhats and his dethroning, Crocodile had more than enough manpower and influence to simply make these people go away, vanished into the night, never to be seen again - you had half a mind of what was going on, noticing a handful of locals disappearing from your usual hangouts, but Mr. 0 was somewhat of a mansplain manipulator sweet-talker himself and surrounded by the luxury that you were, paid little mind to the semantics of these things

Post-timeskip, however, after both of you have had time to acclimate to the rough life on the sea again and shake off the lethargy from living in such comfort things are a little different

Crocodile has, surprisingly, mellowed out a little; ie he simply doesn't have time to be that ass mad about someone attempting to shoot their shot with a gorgeous man with the pursuit of infamy and power once again in his main sights - but the open knowledge that you are his man being out there yet these fools still try to push their luck does roil his stomach at times

Old habits and whatnot, no hard feelings 💕

Zoro

Honestly? He didn't pay much mind to it, not that it'd bother Zoro much if he did, though

People think his partner's hot? Fuck yeah, that just means Zoro scored with a smoke show before anyone else could and he's extremely proud of that fact

Zoro can ignore the stragglers trying to woo you with sweet words and free food is an added bonus because he knows he's free to steal bites off your plate, even though Sanji yells at you two about spoiling your meals

He knows you're fully capable of turning down some wise-guy ballsy enough to think they'd be good enough to be your potential suitor so until it's indicated otherwise, he's perfectly comfortable taking a load off on one of the benches while you leave your shopping bags with him to guard

What does make Mr. Demon of the East Blue a little antsy, though, is how physical some of these folks can get - yes, you're an adult man and a pirate at that, but the way certain people sidle up to you made the hairs on his neck stand on end and, had Zoro been more 'beastly' like his rumors implied, bare his fangs

A woman makes herself a little too comfortable on your arm, a man puts his around your shoulder in that cheesy yawning motion everyone's seen a hundred times, Zoro's immediately to his feet and grouchily saying that you have to leave with him now

It's adorable to see him getting so worked up, the ardent scowl on his face not just your marimo's resting expression and instead an active show of his irritation - you laugh it off later, easing Zoro's embarrassed flush with gentle coos while he reassures himself by running callous hands down the strong muscles of your back

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece x oc #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #op law #law x male reader #law x reader #law x y/n #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #op crocodile #crocodile x reader #crocodile one piece #one piece crocodile #crocodile #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #op zoro #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x male reader

[seiberries]

loving blue lock boys as ts songs : hcs

includes: isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi, reo, rin warnings: none really! just light swearing. let me know if you guys want a part 2!!

isagi yoichi - lover

isagi yoichi who loves like he came straight out of a classic romantic comedy. he says the right things, he does what he needs to and more- he loves you completely. he’s absolutely perfect, so what could you do for him?

at night, the feeling of insecurity would creep up to you- even with him on the other side of the bed. you were sure he wanted you, but sometimes, you just couldn’t understand why.

fortunately, your boyfriend is incredibly observant. he had been watching your actions, how you were somewhat distancing yourself. he spoke up after a few minutes. you told him why, and he just couldn’t comprehend it. how do you feel like exact same way he feels about you?

he held you close all evening, not letting you out of his grasp. isagi loved one person, and he was gonna make damn sure you knew it was you. just you, his lover.

bachira meguru - fearless

bachira meguru who makes you feel free. you can do anything with him by your side, even wilder things you’d never do beforehand, even things you would’ve found ridiculous in the past. he brings out a stronger side of you.

on your first date, it rained and poured all of a sudden. you were upset at the unfortunate happening, but bachira saw things differently. that evening, you two danced in the rain- laughing and giggling as you twirled each other around. it was going to be a core memory of yours, for sure.

bachira even gave you a piggyback going home to your place, he helped you dry off before taking his leave and thanking you.

it was then that his fearlessness affected you, as you leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. only he could encourage you to make such a bold move.

chigiri hyoma - gorgeous

chigiri hyoma who is frustratingly pretty. seriously, how much time did the gods spend on him? it annoys you. his red hair, his soft skin, his perfume that’s vanilla scented- it pisses you off.

that’s why, when you made eye contact with him during his team’s celebration, you cursed mentally. to distract yourself, you went around the room, talking to everyone but him. you couldn’t bring yourself to speak with the panther-like boy.

in a few hours, having too much to drink, you swayed around the crowd with a pink face. chigiri caught you in his arms then. until when were you going to ignore him? your boyfriend, who you argued with before the party. he wouldn’t accept your comments on how attractive he was, and you got... angry? you showed said anger through avoiding him. how could he deny your compliments? it genuinely upset you.

spitting half-meant insults at him, the red-head rolled his eyes as he bid his teammates goodbye, taking you to the car. if being with him meant seeing his stupid, gorgeous face everyday, maybe you wouldn’t mind.

kunigami rensuke - hey stephen

kunigami rensuke who is so easy to adore. though initially intimidating, it’s obvious to all how good his heart is. you’d call him an angel, and he’d call you one in return.

he’s so good, you can’t help but hold back sometimes. with his career on the rise, you don’t want to distract him. you don’t want to be in the way. as a result, you start subconsciously avoiding the love of your life. he doesn’t approve of it one bit.

kunigami worries, did he do something? he knew he had changed since wildcard- but his love for you never did, ever. you were his motivation. he confronts you about it, terrified you might not want him anymore. the possibility scares the shit out of him.

but it wasn’t the case, you still want him more than anything. you explain how you much you love him, the way he walks, talks, and says your name. you could write songs. in your rambling, you fail to notice how close he gets to you- until he presses his lips against yours. you really are an angel to him.

nagi seishiro - sweet nothing

nagi seishiro who is the definition of comfortable silence. neither you or him expect much of each other, even being in the same room is a love language you two share. he lies his head down on your lap, while you watch tv or read a book. moments like that are priceless to you two.

the outside world is noisy and messy, you’re reminded of it quite often. whether through the news or from personal experience, you know how frantic life can become. sometimes, the chaos becomes too tiring for you, who’s too soft for it all.

you come home, exhausted, to see your boyfriend in the kitchen. he knows, he always does. wrapping his arms around your figure, tears start falling from your eyes as he silently pats your back in comfort.

though nagi is quiet, you can hear the sweet nothings from the way his heart beat with yours. you wouldn’t have it any other way.

mikage reo - mine

mikage reo who has had everything handed to him on a silver platter, besides his career- and you, of course. you were an incredibly careful person, and he was a person who could be reckless if he wanted to be. you walked slowly, and he ran through as many obstacles as possible. you hated the taunts of life, while he found them exciting.

those differences were but minor factors to the two of you, though. they brought you closer despite the fights, despite the arguments. you were both meant for each other, connected by the universe.

reo was sure of all this, but was especially reassured when he saw the moving trucks approach the house he had purchased. he watched as the workers unloaded an assortment of furniture from the vehicles. a new beginning was to start, with you next to him.

you sat down next to each other, positioning yourselves on a red couch temporarily placed on your driveway. this new beginning relied on you both.

itoshi rin - ours

itoshi rin who thinks of you even as he gets on the plane for another game abroad. he hates leaving you, he truly does- and you hate it too, it was mutual. but you couldn’t stop him from leaving every other week.

your days go by slowly without his sharp remarks and icy glares, you even start to miss the word “lukewarm”. but you’d wait, there was no way you wouldn’t. he was more than worth waiting for, no matter how many times he had to go.

you’re laying on your bed when you hear the door of your apartment open, footsteps can be heard running towards your bedroom. the door is briskly opened to reveal your boyfriend, seemingly out of breath. he wasn’t supposed to be home yet, but you were ecstatic to see him.

after a moment of eye-contact, he knelt before you. it was then that he promised to marry you, he wasn’t gonna leave you alone ever again. fuck, he couldn’t bare it. the life rin lived was no longer just his, but yours too.

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[kennysboxergf]

Can you please write a smutty imagine with Niko. You and Niko are exes and you happen to be at the same party, and you’re dancing with other guys (could be sharky idm) to make him jealous and then you guys end up arguing and doing it 🤪

Better than him ~ Niko Omilana

You said Sharky but I went with Kenny hope u don’t mind girlie 😘 and sorry for the wait I hope it’s worth it 🫶🫶 this did end up being 2.5k I think

⚠️smut warning⚠️

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You adjusted the strap of your black skin-tight dress. You had chosen this one specifically to fuck with one person at this party. Niko.

Damn bastard flirted with you, called you his girlfriend and fucked you good and then broke the relationship off 4 months in? Without giving you a single reason?

The worst part in all of this was that you were still friends with his friends so when Kenny extended an invitation to come party with him and the Beta Squad + extended team you accepted. You liked them all well enough, all of them except him.

You walked through the gates and heard the party was already in full roar, you had arrived 45 minutes-ish late, to keep the man guessing. You had figured he already knew you were coming, so it didn’t really matter when you showed up the night would go the same way. You would talk to and maybe dance with a few of his friends while he talked and danced with a few of his and the two of you stayed out of each other's ways.

So that’s what you did. 

Upon entering you walked straight up Darkest and asked him where you could get drinks. He smiled at you and led you to the makeshift bar. You poured yourself a quick soda and stood there, drinking and analysing the scene looking for a familiar face.

You noticed Chunkz and Sharky off to one side talking to Filly who was over exaggerating something or the other. You found AJ and Kenny in the middle of the room dancing their asses off to some random pop song and you noticed him with George on the sofas talking about something.

He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet, so you decided to make him. You chugged the rest of your drink and took a breath before walking up to the dance floor to join AJ and Kenny. AJ’s head was pointed to the floor as he did some rendition of an Irish jog or something similar but Kenny’s head popped up as he saw you approaching.

You extended a hand in his direction and he gladly grabbed onto it. You thought somewhere in the back of your mind that Kenny had always had something for you but you pushed it away as he pulled you in.

You tread carefully so as to not stumble over your own heels as you got closer to him. He said something along the lines of “Y/n! You’re here!” So you grinned and nodded in response.

The music was pumping loud so you had to get real close to the man to hear anything he was saying, and you might as well, because of course there was no one here who would get jealous right?

As his memory flooded into your mind you looked over in his direction to see him still chatting to George. You huffed in annoyance before putting your hand up and yelling, “DJ! Put on something sexy!” 

You rolled your hips as you said the last word and saw Kenny’s eyes trail down your body. This dress really did do wonders for your curves. 

You cheered as “Pillowtalk” by Zayn floated over the room. You sneaked a glance at Niko to see him finally looking back at you. Perfect.

You grabbed onto Kenny’s shoulders and leant in, “dance with me” you whisper yelled into his ear. You had never seen a man nod back so vigorously as his hands travelled onto your hips.

The two of you moved in sync with the beat. The innocent dancing quickly morphed into more and his hips came up to meet yours. You relented and at this point the two of you were borderline grinding on each other in the middle of this party. 

You looked over at Niko once more and saw him sitting there, clutching the sofa. His knuckles were turning white with the pressure and his face was set in a glare of jealousy. You caught his eye and winked and that ended up being the final straw.

You watched as he pushed himself off the chair and into the dance floor. You felt his hands on your arm and felt the chill as Kenny’s fell off your hips. You heard some shouts and threats but the anger boiling inside you was enough to muffle them.

This absolute scumbag! How dare he break up with you and then try to claim you like you were still his? You felt his hands burning into your wrist and pushed him off. While you had been too immersed in your thoughts he had dragged the two of you up the stairs and into his room.

The familiarity of the room only served to raise your anger and you yelled, “what the fuck?” at him. 

He huffed and you could see the same fire you felt flow through you burning behind his eyes. “You come here.” He starts, taking a step towards you, “and you decide you’re going to start acting like you’re some kind of-“

He trails off mid sentence but you’re not going to let him go with that. You take a step towards him now.

“Some kind of what?” You ask, pointing a finger in anger, “I’m a what, Niko?” 

He turned away from you, “nothing” he murmured.

You lean forward to grab his arm and turn him back around. His head was bent down to look at the floor. 

“Complete your fucking sentence, Omilana” you threaten as you bent over to meet his eyes.

As you entered his line of vision he popped his head back up. Avoiding any eye contacts

“Nothing, ok, y/n! It was a slip up, let it go!” He yelled, throwing his hands in the air and walking forward so he was behind you and didn’t have to look at your face anymore.

“I am not letting this just go” you say, emphasising your point with your hands, “first you drag me from the party, which by the way I was enjoying, and then you come up here and call me names?” 

“Yeah, I saw the way you were ‘enjoying’ the party” he muttered, his back still turned towards you.

You reached one arm up to grip at his shoulder and turn him around. He resisted your efforts so you went around him. The only space in front of him was on the bed so you climbed on. At this point you were on your knees on the bed to face him.

“Excuse you?” You say once you’re settled.

He turned his head to meet your eyes, “I saw the way Kenny was enjoying his night too” he spoke.

You gasped in offence, he really thought he had some sort of claim over you after your break up?

“I’m allowed to dance with people, Mr. possessive” 

“But like that?” He practically whined.

You narrowed your eyes in his direction. “You don’t own me.” 

“Look, yeah, I know that but-“ he trailed off.

“But what Niko?”

By now you had seen the elephant in the room. He wasn’t trying to get you to stop dancing with Kenny, he was trying to get you to dance with him again. And maybe, you were kind of into that idea but he wasn't earning that right back by just pulling you aside and starting an argument.

You adjusted yourself so you were leaning back on your hands on the bed, chest in full display in this already revealing dress.

You saw and heard him gulp as you did. His hands come up to meet each other as he starts fidgeting with his fingers. 

“But. What.” You repeat to get it through his horny mind right now.

You eyed his crotch and saw his dick already hardening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut” he whispers, looking up at the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask, that was not the answer you expected to come out of his mouth.

He pounced onto the bed, taking you down as his weight crashed down. The breath was pulled out of your lungs as you landed on your back with him on top of you, his hands on either side of your head.

He leaned down to kiss you, and you reciprocated begrudgingly. When he pulls away for breath you push your body up to get next to his ear.

“Better fuck me out like a slut to prove your point” you whisper into his ear.

Niko was never one to bow down from a challenge. 

He lets out a gasp at the words and pulls you into a sitting position to tug at your dress straps.

You raise an eyebrow, “why don’t you just lift it up?” 

He looks into your eyes with lust blown pupils, “wanna see you, all of you” 

You smile at his need but relented, reaching down to grab the end of your dress and pull it over your head. You watched as Niko’s eyes darted over your body, his mouth open in awe. The decision to skip the bra today was really pulling through for you.

“Are you gonna fuck me today or do I need to go to Kenny for that too?” You tease when he doesn’t move for a minute.

You see his eyes darken at the mention and he springs forward, knocking you back onto the bed (for the second time this night). You laugh at how easy it was to rile him up, the laughter only contributed to his anger as his hands worked double time at his belt.

Just as soon as you heard the whip of the belt as it flew off of him, his pants were down along with his boxers. You felt his hands grab onto your arms as he raised you up to the bed frame.

He holds up his belt in an unasked question but just as quickly discards it when you shake your head. You weren’t about to just let him have all the control after the shit he pulled today.

His hands grabbed onto the outsides of your thighs and made their way up to where the waist of your underwear lay. He slips two fingers into the waistband and tugs them down your legs, his movements are more gentle now as he slides them all the way off.

You watch as he leans towards your core but veers off towards your left knee. He leaves kisses up the inside of your thigh, skipping over the main event as he continues down your right thigh. You groan which eggs him on to continue. He repeats the same process once more.

The third time he starts at your left knee you’re prepared, as he’s passing over your cunt you reach forward to push his head down. He’s shocked at the action but stops himself before you get any more satisfaction.

You look down at him to see him grinning up at you from his position. The two of you hold eye contact for a minute before he goes back in between your legs. Your head falls back as he licks between your folds. Your back arches up to meet him as he licks at your pussy.

You feel the tip of his tongue at your clit and as he starts to kitten lick an overwhelming dose of pleasure to surges through your body. You moan Niko's name to which he chuckles adding extra sensation into you.

He pulls away when the chuckles evolve into laughter. 

You pout at the loss of sensation but mostly at whatever you did to send Niko into hysterics in the middle of eating you out.

When his laughter stops you ask, “why are you laughing?”

The smile is still present on his face but he leans in to kiss you, “just the noises you were making”

You look at him with furrowed brows.

He stumbled over his words to correct himself, “just the fact that I gotta be kinda good at this to get you moaning my name like that” 

You narrowed your eyes and leaned in to kiss him, “I could make you moan my name like that”

“I’d like to see you try” came the reply.

It was on.

You pointed towards the headboard and he held his hands up and moved there. Once he was situated with his back up against the headboard you climbed up and onto his lap.

With a hand on his chest you started to kiss him, his hands coming up around your waist. The two of you kissed on the bed for a good few minutes. When you felt he had somewhat let his guard down you made your move. 

Moving quickly, you positioned your hips over his dick. The man barely had time to process what was going on before you were sinking in. He let out a loud grunt at the movement and his hands tightened around your waist, you gasped at the pressure but continued until you were flush with his skin.

You build up slowly, starting with small hip circles and building up to almost bouncing off his cock with every move. The slow building of your rhythm mimicked the slow building of Niko’s noise level.

He was also increasingly more and more distraught as you bounced on his dick. His head was thrown back and his hands were clutching on tight to the bedsheets. You could tell that he was close to his climax which was just as well as you felt the pressure build in you.

He still hadn’t moaned your name the way you said he would and you wouldn’t stand for that.

You slowed your pace slightly, earning a whine from your ex as he pulled his head back to face you. You cupped his cheek and leaned into his ears to whisper “fuck me.” 

His whine turned into a moan of your name as he got the message. In urgency, he lifted you up and threw you down onto the bed, with you on your back he crawled over your wasting no time to slip himself back in.

It was less jarring this time around but you still gasped as his length filled you up. He continued the same pace you had set when you were riding him as he pounded you into the mattress. Your legs were pulled up to grant him better access.

He was ruthless as he chased both of your climaxes. You felt your walls tighten around him as you got closer and closer, a fact that drew deep grunts out of him. You came first with a loud moan which was the melody that ended it for him.

He pulled out of you and quickly jerked himself to the end onto your torso. You lay there recovering your breath and you felt the bed dip as he fell next to you. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies and you felt the warmth of his cum drying on your stomach but neither of you were in the mood to get up and clean just this instant.

“Got you to moan my name” you whispered through deep breaths.

“Fucked you better than Kenny ever could” he whispered back.

The two of you erupted into breathy laughter as the tension from earlier tonight dissipated into the darkness.

And if Kenny got a few bruises or a black eye or if the guys had noticed that the two of you got closer again you never heard about it.

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AHH GIRL IM SCARED FOR THIS ONE TO COME OUT BUT I HOPE YALL LIKE IT

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emotions

featuring our Elucidation duo

Alhaitham x reader | y/n | you

short story

How does it feel to be stressed out because of work and indirectly being told you weren't good enough? 

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It's an hour after dinner and you were at your study desk, just jotting down a draft for yet again another essay. The room was comfortably silent which helps you a lot to focus through your work. It feels like you were all by yourself in that one spacious room.

"What's the matter?"

That one person who's leisurely seated by the couch questions you but his eyes haven't actually left the hardcover book he was holding with one hand.

"Nothing…"

You forgot he wasn't wearing his headphones whenever he's at home. Even if he did, he wouldn't be using the cancelling noise function when you're around but he never told you that though… 

"Then why are you sighing exaggeratingly over a piece of paper?"

"I'm just tired." You casually mumbled and he could already tell that you're not going to tell him more about it. 

He suddenly closed his book with one hand and at that point you already knew he would be walking over to you by now. Your calm mind started to freak out as you heard him stand up from the couch because there's no way he should be reading the things you've written. It's not finished yet and even you knew it's imperfect.

You calmly rearranged the papers and stack up a few blank papers in front as an effort to hide it away. Just like a student in horror of the professor that would suddenly come checking the student's papers during exams or tests. By the time he was standing next to your desk, all he sees is the new fresh white paper where you only wrote 'Date: 02/28'

"Sleep early then if you're tired"

He nonchalantly responded, while his hands effortlessly took the whole stack of papers from your desk. Then, knowingly flipped through the few pieces of blank papers just to get the ones you've tried to hide from him.

You couldn't do much but helplessly stared back at his unnaturally fast skimming teal eyes. After like a minute or so, he expressionlessly returned your gaze.

"This is ridiculous planning. It wouldn't work."

He has no filter as usual, you knew that. He's always been like that ever since you knew him. Nothing new, nothing to be surprised about. That's Alhaitham, the same person whom you prefer over anyone else.

"Right. I know… it's ridiculous."

You flashed a smile and took hold of the paper from his hands but avoided any eye contact with him. 

"I should take a break. I'll make myself a warm cup of chocolate drink" You casually tidied up your desk and walked out of the room. The moment your face was not facing him, that smile twisted into a sad frown.

It's a simple thing, you knew it and you're used to it but perhaps the weather was just terrible today? Maybe, you're actually exhausted by all the work you've been doing these few weeks? Or maybe the things he said were true and it's just hard to accept the reality of it? Maybe… 

You didn't know how to reason with all these piling up emotions surging inside your heart, plaguing your once joyous mind like an incurable illness. The excruciating pain ever so slowly grips your heart, completely occupying your mind into tricking yourself that there's nothing else to think… Empty, devoid of reasons but pain and agony. 

As you descended the stairs, your eyes were already brimming with tears.

'I'm being irrational and emotional for no damn reason…' you thought but it's too late now, you can't go back and coax yourself to feel any better. You blinked once and tears effortlessly slipped through, streaming down your flawless cheeks. 

Unplanned and irrational, you got into your shoes and walked out of the house. You have no intention of telling him nor alerting him of such baseless matter. Even if you did, what do you expect him to say? Moreover, he'll most definitely just frown at you and make things worse. You didn't want to make such a hassle with this either. So, you left in silence.

Alhaitham was unaware, there's no way he would know unless you told him and obviously you didn't… he was still leisurely enjoying his read, but then realized that you hadn't returned for quite awhile. Usually you'll return with a glass of drink right after he finishes at least 15 pages and now it's already his 20th page.

He placed his book on your desk and headed downstairs to the kitchen, thinking you probably have trouble with starting the fire, hence why you're not able to get back… 

He stopped on his tracks once he noticed the kitchen was empty, clean without any evidence of you working in the kitchen. The sink was dry, the kettle was inside the rack, and the fireplace was untouched. Briefly, he checked the washroom and the door was opened, unoccupied. 

Alhaitham's casual calm expression changed into a frown. One last time, he checked the whole house and finally confirmed that you're not here. He knew better to stay calm and think things through… 

"Y/n?!!" That man barely spoke all day but at this moment he's literally using his lungs to call out your name. He knows that it wouldn't help but perhaps there's a slim chance that you're just playing with him over a silly game.

Nobody answered him.

He opened the main door thinking you would probably go out to buy something but was instantly greeted by harsh wind and droplets of rain. It was raining outside and he finally remembered that it's been raining ever since late afternoon. 

Why would you go out in this terrible weather?

Never in his life would he think that he'll be taking such an irrational decision but at that moment he could barely put on his boots before running outside. The droplets of water instantly fall over his dry shirt, slowly soaking him. He was unconcerned of the coldness because in his mind, he only wanted one question answered.

The streetlights were the only guide you have through the slippery path. It was cold, you're fully drenched from head to toe and yet you're the least concerned about it. In fact you strangely felt a bit better.

'How long has it been since I've played in the rain?' A small smile appeared on your lips as you reached out a hand to capture the droplets of rain.

You had walked for a while now but you've finally reached the end of the path towards a decent house. The lights inside the house were still lit and you smiled knowingly before you knocked a few times. The door shortly opened, and your mom stood there in shock while you just sheepishly smiled. 

"I got caught up in the rain…"

"What are you doing?!"

She angrily asked but quickly took you inside. The droplets of water drip down from your clothes, soaking the carpet on the floor.

"Mom, I want some candied Ajilenakh Nut" That's the only reply you spoke off as she covers you with layers of dry towels. It's good that all your tears are erased by the rain and what's left is the redness in your eyes. 

"What are you so furious about?"

She asked knowingly after returning from the kitchen with a jar of the dessert you've just suddenly requested. As if the request itself was enough to tell her the situation you're going through. Just truly a bad day. 

"I'm just incompetent. I can't figure out a simple conclusion to my research"

Although you're also displeased by his remarks, it was still the truth with what you're currently feeling right now. And perhaps, you couldn't flatly blame him for the reason why you're in this emotional wreck. So in the end, you only mentioned your own shortcomings. 

"Really? You didn't tell him about it? I remember you told me he's a brilliant man. Or was it because he didn't help you?" She starts to throw you questions, actively trying to make you spill the beans. But apparently she knows better as she instantly mentioned about 'him' instead of 'you'. 

"...but mom, why is he better than me at solving it? Why do I need to tell him about it?" You complained with a frown. But your own question has made you slowly realize the actual reason behind these thorns inside your heart. The main reason that has been mixed in-between emotions.

Alhaitham ran breathlessly through the rain, his greyish hair was now drenched along with his black sleeveless shirt. He should've calmly looked through Sumeru city but he forgot how to even remove the frown on his concerned face.

He already looked everywhere but he still couldn't find you. Moreover the rain and lack of daylight wasn't helping at all, his visibility was reduced to a few meters. It was difficult and he knew this isn't the most ideal way to find you but the desperation is seriously getting into him by now. He's beyond helpless.

"What is wrong with young people these days? Running mindlessly outside in the rain" Suddenly an old man spoke from his opened window. He paid no mind, but then the old man suddenly mentioned that someone also walked through there.

"Sir, where was the other person headed to?" He was quick to ask the old man, showing nothing but urgency in his voice. 

You took a bite of the desserts as you listened to your mother's nagging remarks. It's been awhile since you've listened to her endless comments but it's all good. It feels much better than thinking things through with your own loud thoughts. Until suddenly, someone came knocking by the main door.

"If that's him, don't argue in my house. It's quite late and we need to sleep." your mother made a last remake before walking towards the door. 

"That's not him" you huffed and nonchalantly munch the food.

Alhaitham was halfway down the path and he already knew where it leads to. Despite that, he couldn't figure out what was the reason for you to be suddenly returning home to your parents without even informing him? Why were you in such a rush? Did something happen?

He quickly made a few large strides before finally reaching the front door. He unhesitatingly made a few knocks but a sudden rush of nervousness washed over him. It was your parent's residence after all, how then would he explain to them that you're missing if you happen to be not here?

"Ma'am I'm terribly sorry to disturb you this late at night… I-"

The droplets of water dripped down from his hair as he tried to speak out in a calm voice.

"She's here."

That simple answer was an instant relief to his troubled mind. 

"Is… Is she alright? She-" 

"Come on in."

"I'm drenched. I shouldn't be- but…" He was hesitant and yet he still needs to see you for at least a short while, "I apologize for the inconvenience."

The first time he visited you at your parent's house was when you caught a fever. That was even before he mentioned anything about his feelings for you. Now that he thinks about it, it's unbelievable if he were to tell his past self that now you're completely under his responsibility.

Keeping you happy and protecting you from harm was a part of his vows. He would be lying to himself if he wasn't bothered about the thought of failing to keep it. Nothing could scare him really… but when it comes to you, it's not the same.

"I'll get you a set of dry towels"

He politely nods, almost forgetting how to talk when his eyes finally sees you casually seated on the floor nearby the mini table as you munch the food.

You were unharmed but were under the same circumstances as him. Wet and bundled in layers of towels. 

He sat next to you, same as you he was given a set of dry towels. So now the both of you were covered with towels like helpless lost kittens.

"Y/n are you alright?" That was the first word he asked after the both of you were being left alone in the living room. His voice gently reached you with a hint of concern.

"Not really. I'm cold and I miss eating mom's dishes" you smiled while taking another piece out from the jar.

"You're not going to tell me?" A frown slowly appeared on his once calm expression.

You munch the last piece before closing the jar's lid, acting unconcerned about whatever he's talking about.

"Let's go home."

"Y/n if you don't talk about it now, it wouldn't make any difference later." He calmly spoke but completely ignored your remarks.

Just like that, you stood up and walked out of your parent's house. You really didn't want to talk about it, not now and especially not here. It's too tiring to even explain yourself in a way that wouldn't hurt him or wouldn't get you in tears once more. Wouldn't it be just silly to cry over petty things? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to the point of not being able to show yourself anymore? Wouldn't it be meaningless to talk things through when he couldn't possibly be saying any less than the truth? Wouldn't it be-

It seems easy to understand these things when you're expressing it with someone else but when you're actually facing the problem itself… It feels like something has suddenly blocked your every rational sense. What was so difficult to just say and explain things calmly? 

Was it because you didn't want to hurt him or hurt your own pride? It shouldn't be this complicated. 

"Come on, the rain has already stopped" you turned with a smile. 

The moment you have stood up he has actually already followed you closely behind but perhaps you were deep in thoughts that you couldn't even hear him worriedly calling out your name.

Alhaitham was clueless. He's worried about your thoughts, about your emotional state, about your concerns, about your sorrow… these uncertainty keeps adding up in his mind and he wasn't able to get any answer through you. How can he fix it when he couldn't even have a hint? 

All he's certain is that you're deeply hurt. 

The first time he ever saw you cry was because of a novel book. He didn't think it would be possible but that particular experience taught him how sensitive and overly emotional you could be. 

You cried after losing the Dusk bird that you've saved from the rainforest. Get teary eyes when the food tastes really good. He's worried whenever that happens so suddenly. It instantly placed him in a helpless situation where he didn't know what to do. Just like right now, it's evident that you've been crying and he couldn't do anything. 

Although the rain had stopped and reduced into a drizzle, it was still cold outside.

"Let's head home" He placed his own towel over your head before taking your hand securely into his.

Alhaitham didn't want to put you under any pressure when you're both already shivering because of the coldness. The towel was barely helping. It was such a disastrous outcome and all he could think of right now is getting you warm. 

At first he pulled you to walk faster but there's nothing much he can do about your walking phase. In the end, he ends up carrying you instead. How did he carry you?? Well, let's just say it's embarrassing if anyone else saw it. He didn't mind though because it's efficient this way… you on the other hand could only securely place your arm around his neck.

This wasn't the first time though, he would do just the same if there's a sandstorm coming or Hilichurls suddenly spotted the both of you. Sometimes you do wonder if this was how he carried you from the rainforest all the way to Sumeru hospital back then…

"Did you carry me like this… back then when I was injured?" After years, you finally asked him that question.

"Huh?" He briefly looked at you, seemingly a little bit distracted by your sudden question but his running speed stays unchanged.

"Yes. How else would I be carrying you? Using levitation?" His face looks just the same, as if he wasn't even joking but you knew he was and yet you regretted asking him. You sighed and quietly turned your face towards his shoulder.

Shortly after, the both of you arrived home and he quickly insisted that you change into dry clothes first. He did the same as well but was quick to head downstairs just to make you a warm cup of chocolate drink. The same drink you've mentioned you'd make for yourself earlier.

As you sat near the fireplace in the living room, he had already returned to serve you the drink. Unlike any other day, instead of taking out a book he just sat right next to you. He quietly stared at you, thinking what method should he use to approach you without initiating an argument. It's not an interrogation and he knew better to be extra careful with this unresolved situation. 

"Do you want me to cook my special dish?"

He knew those little things that you'd like best.

"No need, I just ate mom's food"

"Do you want me to continue reading your novel?" He knew you liked listening to him as he reads for you. Maybe it'll make you feel better. 

"No, I'll just enjoy the drink" you carefully took hold of the warm glass into your hands, flatly rejected his offer. 

"How about going to your favorite bookstore tomorrow?"

"Really?" The corner of your lips slightly raised at the thought. "...but we just went there three days ago. Surely there's no new books"

He sighed, feeling troubled himself. Usually it was you who would be asking him to do all of these things but today it's him who's openly offering it and yet you declined it all the same. 

"Then do you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

"Not really…" you casually took a sip from the cup.

"How about scolding me for my wrongdoings?"

You turned your head to face him, "Is that you or were you just reciting the dialogue from one of the books I've read?"

He smiled, when your eyes finally met his. As if he knows that he's finally making progress. 

"Go on… I'm listening" his voice was soft and soothing which was very unlikely of him. 

You laughed at his efforts, you knew he wouldn't be talking like that no matter how much you'd want him to, especially when he reads your novels. At least he was willing to read it for you whenever you requested him.

"Hmm…" you turned away once more, thinking if you should take the offer. 

"Come on… criticize me all you want" 

"...but it's such a petty reason."

"You're still upset about it anyways. How is that supposed to be insignificant?"

He was sure that he was talking in a calm voice, the best he could muster just so you wouldn't feel intimidated in any way. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that he was angry with you because he wasn't… he was just worried. 

"Right… I'm such an idiot. I can't even acknowledge and differentiate simple things." you calmly voiced out a response before carefully placing down the drink you were holding. 

He thought he was making progress, he really thought his efforts were enough but all that he did only made things worse. His logical words were destructive and your emotional state was fragile.

"I- Y/n… I didn't mean it that way-"

Alhaitham was startled to see tears suddenly streaming down your cheeks. For a moment he panicked, he knew this time it wasn't because of anything else but him.

You sighed, annoyed with your own burst of emotions. It's getting out of hand, you couldn't stop these tears either even though you knew better to take it easy. Usually you could stand his logical questions but today's not the day. It's difficult to be on par with him. 

He tried to reach out a hand to you but you quickly turned to face the other end of the room, as you tried to wipe off your tears with the sleeves of your jacket. For all you know, it's just embarrassing to be in this state. 

"Don't worry… I'll feel better soon on my own. Could you just-"

As gentle as he could, he slowly pulled you into his arms. Your shoulder rests against his chest, as his left arm encircles your waist while the other takes hold of your hand. 

"Why would you expect me to be unconcerned?" He gently whispered to your right ear, "I don't feel any better knowing that you're not being truthful to me. So please tell me…"

You only sobbed uncontrollably, him trying to console you was only making things worse.

"...I'm sorry for being the person who could only make you cry… I'm sorry Y/n. If you want me to stay away, I could… but I can't leave you…" he deliberately paused, a pained frown was now visible on his once concerned face.

"...not now, not until I'm sure you're not crying anymore" 

You didn't respond to him afterwards and he stayed there, holding you close. Only after a while did you finally regain control over your own thoughts. Perhaps a little time was what you needed

"Hai…"

"Hmm?"

"...I'm sorry too." You sighed. 

"I just think, I couldn't accept that my written ideas were considered ridiculous. I already know that it wouldn't work and my calculations were wrong but do you really need to flatly tell me that? I work day and night trying to figure it out and you… ugh…" you paused because your conscience keeps reminding you that it's not good to complain.

"...go on. It's alright, I'm listening" he slowly encouraged you to just go through it.

"...and you already know that I'm not fond of being a researcher. I hated the process of researching boring topics, it gets difficult sometimes too but I'm trying my best to fulfil both my job and the demands it requires me to do. I'm tired… but I know I can do better if I just put more time into it, more effort."

"Y/n do you still remember the last time we were partnered up for the research paper?" He gently spoke as he rested his head on your right shoulder. 

You nodded in response. It's been years but such an event wasn't something you could forget either.

"Until now, I still consider you my only research partner… because I've never worked with someone who's brilliant like you. If anything, you're better than me."

"You're lying. I don't believe you" you casually mumbled.

He let out a chuckle, "I'm not…"

"Well, maybe in certain areas but everyone has their own specialty. After all, neither you or me are perfect. We're just normal humans. Sometimes, I need guidance too and so do you… It's fine if you can't do something the way you wanted it to be."

Alhaitham was just glad he read a lot of books that were somehow related to this situation otherwise he wouldn't be able to say a word. He's really that terrible when it comes to encouraging others or motivating them. The least he could do was reason with them but he already knew that wouldn't work with you. 

Truthfully he never once encountered or gotten himself into a difficult situation because of work or any sudden circumstances. Even if he somewhat did, he would just take a break and continue it again after he feels energized. If he dislikes something, he would either get himself into finding a solution or just completely ignore it. He's that simple.

"...and I'm right here. All you need to do is tell me, I'll make sure to eradicate your problems" 

Perhaps the word 'eradicate' was too much but at this point he hates it. He dislikes it that you're stressed just because of a research paper to the point that his words were considered painful to you.

"If anything that I've said is hurting you, just inform me. I know… I couldn't do much about that but I'll keep quiet if you need me to." 

You didn't respond to him, as if in deep thoughts. Perhaps still trying to take in his advice and words into better understanding. You didn't think he would actually be thoughtful about these things but he's making sense.

Emotions are delicate and difficult to understand. It's like a maze that even his logical thoughts and intuition become useless in this situation. Alhaitham was left in a tough position because he thought his words weren't working once again. He didn't know what to do anymore but he didn't want to make you cry again because of him. So his last resort was to simply give you a kiss. He slowly moved over and gave the side of your neck a gentle kiss.

His soft lips against your neck felt too ticklish that it instantly made you turn around to face him.

"...you?!"

He was briefly surprised by your sudden reaction but he was swift to press a quick kiss on your lips afterwards.

"Are you still angry with me?" He softly questions you with a small smile, as if the slight frown on your face wasn't evidence enough. 

"Hmph… you don't deserve a kiss at all."

Ouch. That was a direct hit for him. Probably that was a wrong move after all but he didn't regret it all the same. After all he’s not entirely sure if you’re feeling better or complaining?

If Love is a chemical reaction and needs further testing then, he was eager to find a perfect mixture for the both of you. 

"How about we do everything you want tomorrow? Or we can go on a trip the whole day too. Where do you want to go?"

You just silently stare back at him with a doubtful expression because as much as you knew him, he wouldn't be saying these at all. 

"I can help you with your research too. We can do it together" He smiled as he tried to cater to your every preference. If you wouldn't tell him what you need him to do then he might as well just guess it all. 

"...can I have a hug?" 

Is that even considered a request? He literally was hugging you just moments before. How is it supposed to be any different? He couldn't understand it.

"Of course"

Even so, he unquestioningly pulled you into his arms once again. One arm around your shoulder while the other gently stroking your head.

"Let's go to the rainforest tomorrow. I want to see Dusk birds. Afterwards visit port Ormos and buy at their bakery shop." your soft voice muffled in between his chest. 

Listening to your requests made him suddenly express a wide smile. It's good that you're not facing him otherwise you'll mock him all day but he was simply happy. It's as if he finally gets to answer a difficult aerodynamic question. Somehow his guessing method was paying off.

"Got it." He calmly replied before placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"Should I carry you to the bedroom now?"

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A/N: Listening to ‘What do you mean?’ seems kinda funny now...

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ISEKAI YANDERE STRAWHATS X BLACK FEM READER PT 7

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TW: drugging

Your eyes widened, you knew the edge you felt from Luffy wasn’t something you could easily shake off. Luffy was good at emotional manipulation but you were even better, I mean you had to be. Law was right to tell you to try and distance yourself from him but it was hard when he was really the only person you could trust.

“ Luffy what would make you think about that right now?” You said trying to remove his arm from your waist though your efforts were no use as he gripped you even tighter.

“ You’ve been really close with Traffy, I- no the entire crew has noticed and I just wanted ti know if you’re going to make us go through this again.”

Damn them all to hell honestly.

You wanted to express your anger to him so badly but that would just foil your plans completely. Deep breaths y/n, just reassure him and the crew so they can let you go to Zou.

“ Listen Luffy, me and Law just have a lot in common. We get along really well and we’re just friends. I’m not gonna leave. ”

He smiled at you and started talking to you about his plan to unlock the fridge that night with the help of one of Ussop’s new inventions. You began to tune him out when you realized that your anxiety was beginning to overflow. Your hands felt clammy and you wanted to be alone. Luffy’s grip was agonizing and you knew it was his way of threatening you silently.

If this plan wasn’t executed to perfection who knows what they’d do to you. What would happen with Law if they- no, no more negative thoughts. If you stress this too much they really will notice.

Meanwhile in the library Robin was drinking tea while reading a book with chopper.

“ Robin, have you noticed how close Y/N has been with Trafalgar?”

Robin looked up from her book and smirked at the doctor, “ I think she likes him… maybe he liked her too they’re both strategists”

“ I guess”

Robin was weary though, she knew deep down you had not fully accepted everything so why would you get close with Law? She was sure she heard everything right when you two went off but could they have a hidden agenda being together?

Before she thought any further the man of the hour walked in. He nodded in their direction and went to the book shelf himself picking out a book on ancient medicine.

“ Traffy y/n seems to have opened up to you since we’ve gotten off Punk Hazard. What made you so close if you don’t mind me asking?”

“ She’s very intelligent and we get along well.”

“ oh, well she’s more of a closed off type so I was just curious because it happened so fast.”

This is what you were talking about. Robin was the most observant and the most dangerous, Law needed to think of a way to through this woman off their tracks quickly.

“ Well aside from her intelligence she’s beautiful, I couldn’t resist wanting to know her better. When switching out the cuffs she told me about the adventures you’ve been on and she sounded so entranced with everything I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.”

The conversation went on for a while and Law was able to tell her suspicions died down a bit but his guard wasn’t completely down. There was no wonder the government wanted her for themselves Robin had a way with words. The rest of the crew was getting ready for bed and Law was using this time to stall before questions from them kept him from the little sleep he normally gets.

Wandering towards the make quarters he saw you leaving from a shower with Nami, he couldn’t help but stare at the way your skin glowed. He wasn’t lying about you being beautiful.

You felt eyes on your back and looked up to the stairs, Law was leaning over the railing and when u made eye contact he gave u a soft smile. You waved and continued your way to the room while drying your hair, Nami nudged you when the door closed.

Here we go man here we go

“ When did you too become a thing?”

“ We aren’t a thing. We just have some things in common and when he told me he wanted to strategize something clicked and it brought us closer in a way.”

“ That’s great, he’s cute too maybe you should date him”

You gave her a fake laugh and made your way to bed wanting to end this never ending interrogation.

The next morning you were in DressRosa and everything was going accordingly till you needed to leave. There was a huge fuss on whether or not you should stay with the captains and vice captain or if you should go to Zou with the others. Law was able to convince Luffy but the look in Zoro’s eye told you he knew Law was shitting through his teeth.

“ Why would Y/N go to Zou? We can protect her here”

“ Why would a woman who doesn’t have a devil fruit or any fighting skills need to be in the middle of a war?”

“ What would she do in Zou? None of us even know your crew and without all of us there so many things could happen to her because as you said, she’s defenseless”

Law was able to manipulate the boys easily causing a fight between the two hotheads.

“ What are you trying to say you angry green drunkard”

“ I’m saying I can protect y/n better than a horny cook with shitty eyebrows”

Eventually you found yourself starring into the endless sea feeling giddy knowing you were closer and closer to freedom. Getting to see Momo turn into a real life dragon had to be one of your favorite highlights as well, you would very much miss this world even though you don’t want to admit it.

That awful nagging in the back of your head that wants you to stay started again as you grew closer to Zou.

Is it that bad to sta- YES. Yes it is stop it brain you need to go home you can’t just live this double life.

“ Y/N chaaaaaan, you look so stunning in the sun like a goddess from the heavens. Do you want a sweet tart?”

You happily took the treat and settled down after the crew dealt with the impending threat of big mom. How you wish you could stay to see it and see Sanji as a pretty prince.

For some reason, as you were almost done eating the treat you felt slightly weaker like you needed to take a nap. The crew let their eyes wander to you every once in a while like they were waiting.

Have I been drugged? Why would they drug me now?

“ Y/N chan please understand it’s only for your own good and protection that we do this.”

Your vision grew blurry and you tried to quickly stand up which failed miserably, you fell to your knees and everything just looked like shapes and colors. How long would this last? You needed to contact Law and his crew. They’re gonna save you.

Back on DressRosa while you and Law were on the deck with Ussop, Frank, Kin, Momo, and Franky the crew discussed your sudden closesness with the new captain.

“ I think they’re into something more than we know”

“ Of course they are y/n hasn’t fully adjusted to everything yet, why would she be so chummy with a captain from this world she’s never met”

“ Well they did seem to have hit it off, they could just really like eachother…”

“ Nami, although that might be true there is definitely something more to their relationship. I think it might have something to do with her being specifically one of the people to be sent to Zou first.”

“ Robin is right, he was so adamant on arguing with me to send her to Zou.. it was strange”

The crew argued, but Luffy silenced them. They awaited their orders knowing that the look on Luffy’s face.

“ Let her go, whatever they are planning won’t go as they think especially because they won’t be together for a while.”

They all silently agreed till Robin spoke up once more, “ Chooper, would you be able to make a drug for Sanji to put in y/n’s drink or food? Not one to harm her but maybe to keep her asleep for a while till we are reunited?”

The doctor and the cook were conflicted, this went against everything they stood for but it was captains orders and they loved their little y/n.

Sanji held back tears as he carried you into your room, having to go to such lengths just to keep you with them strained his heart.

“ She’ll be okay right chopper? It’s not hurting her or anything she’s just asleep?”

“ Y-yes it was only sedatives and sleep medication in a medium dose. She should only be asleep for a few days”

The guilt was clear to see on their faces, and the guilt was on the rest of the tiny crew as well but deep down it felt real good to know that this was going to ensure y/n would not only be safe but in their arms forever.

Whatever it takes.

Tags: @herwritingartcowboy @axulaphie @arminscum-slut @toshirolovebot [ If you are missing I apologize, please message me I’ll add you today <3 ]

A/N : sorry this update took a while, I’ve been dealing with some things mentally and it interrupted my writing flow. I’m really glad everyone is enjoying this series the support means so much to me along with your comments. I’m in shock with how many people are enjoying my writing, and I’ve got more things coming during the weekend <3

Not proofread btw 💀

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[2af-afterdark]

Property

Content: Sitri & GN!MC, Angst, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 703

A/N: Again, not smut but the game is 18+ so it goes to the adult blog.

You were Solomon's child before you were a person. Whether you knew it or not, that had been the case from the moment you were born; both the first time from your mother's womb and second when you had to accept a different life to save your best friend. The moment you took your first breath, Hell unknowingly looked toward the human world in reverence and Heaven looked on in condemnation. Your existence was only a continuation of a dead man's.

Child of Solomon was the better name some called you by. At the very least, it acknowledged that you were a descendant of the man who owned your life. It was a tacit admission that you were a replacement meant to live up to a legend rather than the man himself.

The worse of the names given to you by the devils was-

"Solomon?" Sitri spoke through your alcohol-filled mind.

You turned your hazy attention toward him, feeling each and every one of your muscles throbbing in your head as you did. Even the ones in your fingers somehow pulsed in your brain louder than even the yelling and cheering of all the devils crowding the bar for their nightly – although it more often seemed to be hourly – celebration.

“Heeeeeeey Sitri,” you said with a voice that was loud enough to make your head throb. “What are you doing here?”

“We came together.”

“Oh, right.” Because Satan was busy and you needed an escort to wander around an active war zone. 

Sitri was reliable enough to have Satan's trust without too much fighting. At the very least, he was good at keeping you from being swarmed by every other devil in the bar all at once that wanted to catch a glimpse of Solomon. It was still awkward when they turned their heads each time he called for you though.

You held out your half finished drink to him with a lazy smile. “Want some?”

His cheeks flashed a deeper hue than the pink of his eyes. “You would offer some to me, Solomon?”

“Yeah. I would.”

You. Not Solomon. Maybe he would offer Sitri his drink when he was so smashed that he was seconds from passing out, but you wouldn't know. All you knew was that you were the one offering it right now and that you were too tired to try to correct Sitri on who you were. Again.

“You are as generous as ever.”

Because you would always be Solomon and never yourself. You were hunted because Heaven saw you as a long dead man. You were protected because Hell loved that men. You gave devils hope because you were his second coming. You and every action you took were an echo of him.

“Hey, Sitri?” you asked. “Do you like me?”

His pink eyes went wide for a brief moment before the softened. “Of course I like you, Solomon.”

And that was all you needed to hear to know that you weren’t even an afterthought in his mind. Him and most other devils that didn't even give you the dignity of being Solomon's descendant rather than his continuation.

“I like you too, Sitri.” And you wished you could say that without knowing that he and every other devil wouldn't give a damn about you if you hadn't happened to have been born the Child of Solomon. 

You laid your head against the cool, sticky bar table, too tired to move or lift it back up. "I want to go home," the honesty induced by the alcohol in your system said.

"Of course, Solomon. I'll help you." He set down the now empty glass that you hadn't seen him drink from and gingerly grabbed your arm to help sling it around his shoulder and lift you to walk. "We'll return to the palace soon."

"Mhm." You nodded without correcting him.

You didn't want to return to Gehenna's palace. You wanted to leave Hell altogether. You wanted to go back to the one place where you would always be yourself rather than some ideal of a man you had never met before.

You wanted to be somewhere you weren't simply the Child of Solomon. Or, worse yet, Solomon himself.

#2af writes #what in hell is bad #whb sitri #gender neutral fic #cw angst #cw alcohol

[pablitogavii]

Hii, so I have this idea where the reader and pablo are secretly dating and she is perdis sister so one day she invites her Friends to a pool hang out and the reader was whearing a red little bikini not knowing that Pedri was also inviting his friends over. So when pedris friends see you they start making comments about how good the reader looks in the bikini and other stuff like that , and then Pablo started to get jalouse listening to his friends talk about his girl right in front of him.you can write the rest and in don’t mind if you change anything

Thank you❤️❤️

Best Friend's Little Sister Pt. 3

Pablo's POV

Another week have passed and we still haven't told Pedri that we are together. Whenever I think it's the right moment, something just comes up like trainings, a bad game or event. And I think I'm using all of that as an excuse cause I'm terrified of his reaction.

pedri: pool party at my house tonight. you coming?

I re-read that message over and over again knowing that she will be there..in a swimsuit nevertheless. And I am just supposed not to look at my own girlfriend? Ugh this will be torture!

pablo: yea sure. see ya

A few minutes before leaving the house, I checked Instagram seeing that she posted a new story. I opened it immediately feeling my swim trunks tighten at the sight of her...damn that bikini looked so perfect on her body.

y.n.bebe

ready for the pool party!

Yeah, she was ready alright..but not for the pool party but for mission 'torture your boyfriend when you know he can't react' little minx!

I sighed knowing that I had to take care of my newly acquired problem before leaving so I texted that i will be a few minutes late. Damn in bombon!

Your POV

You've noticed people starting to show up, both your and Pedri's friends but there was no sign of Pablo. Was he going to bail last minute?

"Hey, is Pablo coming?" you ask Pedri who accepted that the tow of you because closer friends since you called the truce not knowing you did a lot more than that ;)

"Yeah, said he is going to be late a few minutes" Pedri answered joining Raphina in the pool and you smirked taking your phone and going into your room to text your man.

amorcito: I'm waiting for you papito..where you at ;)

pablitoo: it's your fault i'm late amor! that bikini!!

amorcito: just for you papi ;)) hurry up!

You smirked proud of yourself before joining the others at the party and soon afterwards Pablo joined as well wearing sunglasses which made him look ahh that much more hot! This won't be easy!

The boys were sitting on their own by the bar while the girls spent their time at the pool chatting about newest gossip that didn't intrigue you much. All you could think about is Pablo shirtless at that bar and then an idea popped into your mind.

This was your party and as every good host, you should ask them if they wanted any drinks. Like his personal little bartender ;)

"Can I get you anything to drink chicos?" you walked to them when Pedri left inside for a moment standing right besides Pablo and placing your hand on his shoulder. He tensed up and you smirked looking around and taking what everyone was saying.

Some wanted another beer, others cocktails but Pablo was staying quiet with his jaw clenched probably too focused on your hand on his body. You were playing with fire but it was so fun!

"And what would you like? Hm?" you turned towards him slowly stroking his shoulder and he gave you a warning look saying another beer would be fine as you gave him a teasing smile.

"Coming right up!" you walked away swaying your hips on purpose just to torture him and it was certainly working.

Pablo's POV

My dick was painfully hard and it didn't help that she was purposefully messing with me with that 'drink order' she pulled a few minutes ago.

"Mierda! She is hot as fuck!" Ansu was first to say it and suddenly all the guys started to talk about her body, her hair, her smile, the things they would do..it made me go crazy!

"I would let her bring me drinks every day.." Ferran added and Pablo wished he can tell him to shut the fuck up right now. He was taken for god's sake!

"Hmm I would let her do more than that.." Balde smirked and everyone but me laughed which made them a bit confused.

You're talking about my girl, cabróns! is what was running through my mind but I could exactly say that, could I?

"You're talking about Pedri's little sister..." was what I said instead and they rolled their eyes saying that rule he made was stupid and wouldn't last. Little did they know that I already broke it..

"Here are your drinks chicos!" she came back and they were all eyeing her up and down obviously imagining what was hiding underneath that little bikini but I cut their show short grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside quickly.

"Ow! That hurts!" she said and my hold relaxed while we went into her room locking the door behind us. I need to control my anger now but it was so damn hard!

"What the hell do you think you are doing!?" I yelled and she raised her eyebrows at my little outburst. Ugh! She was driving me mad!

"I wanted to talk to you!" she spat back angrily while I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. This hiding and sneaking around was driving em insane and I was so sick of it!

"Baby what's wrong with you??" she walked to me placing her hand on my cheek and other one on my abs..I sighed in annoyance.

"They were talking about you amor in front of me..about things they wanted to do to you..to my girl! All because you are wearing that and acting all.." but I stopped myself when I saw that she was starting to get mad as well.

Your POV

I couldn't believe he was acting mad when all I wanted was HIS damn attention! I don't care what other players say or think! I wanted to be with him today because he is the only one I want!

"Acting like what!? I wore this for you cabrón! I wanted only your attention when I asked for drinks! Gosh! I even stood and touched your shoulder!" I was frustrated and he was quiet clenching his jawline repeatedly. This boy was driving me mad!

"But I can't enjoy you properly! Not when we are here and your brother is right outside! I have to sit and listen to everything my friend's want to do to you! I can't even kiss you!" Pablo yelled and you felt your eyes watering knowing that this secret was destroying all beautiful you had.

"Pablo.." you said but he just sighed saying he should go home not really in the mood for the party anymore. You rushed to stand in front of the door to block his exit.

"Please, Pablito don't go..I'm yours.." you snaked your arms around his shoulders playing with small hairs while he closed his eyes enjoying the sensation for a few moment..this was all her wanted since he came to the party..just to be with you!

"But I can't claim you out there..I can't shut them up my grabbing your ass and kissing those sweet lips of yours..I can't do that!" Pablo was mad and you were turned on blushing at his words while looking at his lips.

"But you can do that here papi.." you whisper and he clenched his jaw kissing your lips passionately while spanking your ass squeezing it roughly making you moan into his mouth.

After fifteen minutes of making out on your bed, you were on top of him pulling back and sitting up on his lap while he looked at you with a smirk on his face.

"Mm forget about their stupid comments, because you are the only one I would let do all those things to me..only you" you kissed his jaw to his lips before getting off and fixing your hair up.

Pablo's ego was certainly stroked and he got up as well going behind you and kissing your shoulder before fixing his own hair which you messed up badly during your make-out session.

"You ready to go back amor??" you asked and he pulled you closer again kissing your lips before nodding his head feeling much better.

"You go first..and um I'll wait for you in the pool to join me" you smirked and he did as well pecking your lips one more time before walking out and making sure nobody noticed he just walked out of your room.

Pablo's POV

I was in the good mood again knowing that all they can do is wish for what I have..she was mine!

"There you are hermano, everything good?" Pedri brought me back from my thoughts and I nodded knowing that I had to tell him soon, it was getting stupid to hide it any longer especially when I plan to have her be mine forever.

"Let's grab a beer" I suggested and he hugged my shoulder's walking towards the bar again. Pedri was a good friend, he will understand..right??

We both joined the rest of the guys who wouldn't dare talk those things in front of Pedri and I noticed her walking out as well winking at me while getting into the pool.

"It's hot. I'll go freshen up" I said after a few minutes leaving the boys who were busy talking about next games anyways getting into the pool meeting her gaze.

We were talking to each other and to anyone at distance we looked friendly, but the moment nobody else payed attention we went underneath water kissing passionately.

"We're crazy.." I said when we got up for air and she giggled with her red cheeks and sparkling eyes.

"Crazy in love.." she whispered to me before we both smiled at each other not caring how corny we became..from worst enemies..to biggest love story.

"I'm going to tell him.." I said and she looked at me with raised eyebrows not expecting those words to come out of my mouth so suddenly. But I was determined..I loved this girl..I will fight for her..and I will be honest with my best friend about it.

"Are you sure now is the right moment Pablito?" she asked me but I knew that never will be the right moment. We both left the pool and I sighed walking towards Pedri who was standing by the bar still with a beer in his hand. Here come nothing..

"Hermano..." I said and he turned and so did all the other guys who were standing there.

Oooo what will Pedri say??? Comment!

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[minniiaa]

Hello,

some lawlu brainrot from another anon.

Before Flevance fell, Law masturbated to Nika at least once.

This one was drink-spit-worthy but yes, I agree. I have always supported the idea that in Wano, Law is a 'man who stopped believing god who sees god for the first time'. There's even a post somewhere in the depths with that exact verbiage. So, here you go, a little headcanon about Law, a man who stopped believing in his god Nika, meeting his ex-god and how I think it would play out. Best be assured I am RUNNING to make this a full blown oneshot.

Like any good religious boy, Law sometimes got horny over the iconography of his god. He couldn't help it, Nika was hot with his flowing white hair, red eyes, and incredibly hot body. A perfect specimen, as a god should be. Sometimes Law even touched himself to the thought of Nika, he couldn't help his lusty preteen behavior though he was incredibly ashamed of it as an adult.

Imagine his shock when he sees the beautiful god he had spent his childhood worshipping bursting through the ceiling in the form of his alliance partner whom he had saved and who had saved him in return.

It seems Luffy doesn't understand who or what Nika is, simply calling it Gear 5 and a new power of his. However, the moment Law saw him on that rooftop, he knew exactly who Luffy had become. From the statutes of his church to the altars in the homes of his family and friends, Law has seen that face. Nika. Luffy is Nika.

Later, after Luffy realizes he is Nika and what that means, Law feels guilty knowing he had been attracted to Nika in a sexual way. He's always been secretly attracted to Luffy too, but that's a deep dark secret he intended to take to the grave. He confesses his sins like the religious man he is, apologizing to Luffy for seeing him in that way and promising to follow him and treat him with the respect he deserves.

Luffy's confused, he doesn't even know what a Nika is. He's not a god he's just Luffy. He doesn't want to be treated with that kind of respect and he's always felt the same way about Law but he didn't realize what it meant until he saw Law for the first time after he connected with his new form which apparently was called Nika. When he laid eyes on Law after he woke up from his sleep in Wano and found Law, he was almost glowing. He was so pretty with his wary and always on-guard golden eyes, his perfect jawline, fluffy hair, and amazing muscled body that looked like art with all those black lines of his tattoos. Luffy realized then he liked Law as MORE than just a friend and that he should have noticed this long ago.

Luffy tells Law he doesn't want to be worshipped by anyone and that Law is his equal but if he really wants to get on his knees for him he'd be more than happy to let Law pray to him in other ways. Law almost passes out, he's never heard Luffy talk like this but damn is it hot.

Luffy activates gear 5 and is floating in front of him with his legs spread and a seductive smile on his face and Law can't help but do exactly what he said, dropping to his knees in awe that the sheer radiance of the god he once worshipped who was now right here in front of him, offering himself up like a buffet.

Though Law stopped believing in Nika after the world beat him down over and over, he can't deny his existence now that he sees him with his own eyes. So, like any religious person, he is greedy for his god's love and he decides to takes full advantage of this blessed opportunity he has been given.

He finds that his god is very good at pleasing his servants (Law acknowledged the 'we're equals' part but he hasn't quite accepted it yet, he's still in shock). However, once they're done and he's almost passed out from how amazingly demanding and insane the sex wa, Nika turns back into Luffy once again.

In that moment Law realizes it's not Nika but Luffy in Gear 5 who gives Law the most mind-breaking, unfathomable, borderline impossible sex of his life with Nika's powers that he has inherited. It's not Nika who he wanted to praise and show his love for, it was Luffy. He doesn't need a god to save him, he already has one who has performed miracles over and over, saving him from dying at the hands of Doflamingo.

Law concludes that Luffy isn't Nika, he's still the same Luffy he's always known only now he has the power of the god and that's totally fine with him. He didn't need Nika's love before and he doesn't need it now. All he needs is Luffy's affection and damn does he get it because, like any god-but-not-god, Luffy is very good to his favorites. Luffy is upset with himself for not realizing this before and vows to take full advantage of his time with Law from now on.

--

I will recycle this image that I used in my previous Law seeing G5 Luffy/Nika for the first time because it is that good and fits perfectly here:

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[manias-wordcount]

Hope you are well mania! please can i request something similar to the Beidou x brat reader but with yae miko?

Unkept Secrets (Yae Miko x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 ;]

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Yae Miko doesn’t keep secrets from you.

  “Fix your face.”

  She does, however, keep you.

  She lets you know what she thinks of you. She lets you know what she wants from you. She lets you know how much she wants you.

  In her clutches. In her care. In her heart. In her mind. In her cages. She’s good to you. She always is. But the brat in you can’t help but let your perception of her change based on the season rather than an actual reason more and more these days. And she never really appreciated the little bit of attitude that hung to you once you accepted her proposition not too long ago. In fact, you know you’re treading on to that point in the scene where she’ll do something about the way your eyes are full with more fire than pleasure. You know you’re treading on it, and the water is just about to run out. Still, that little piece of information does little to sway your actions in moments like this. 

  No, you’re not as strong as her. You’re not as brazen as her. You’re not her. But she’s yours as much as you are hers. 

  “Or what?” 

  And you’d be damned if you didn’t have some of your own fun here too.

  You’re limited, however. The tight sensation of her favorite red ropes across your skin reminds you of that constantly. She has your arms bound behind your back in a way that’ll make it impossible for you to escape on your own. Loops and loops and knots and knots that you know will have your shoulders straining and your back aching by the time she’s through with you. And the way the ropes are wrapped around your legs? They’re even more limiting. An intricate tying of a piece of rope has sitting pretty on your knees with no choice but to fight against your binding for every second you wish to close them. To refrain from exposing your most intimate parts to any watchful eyes. To refrain from exposing your most intimate parts to her watchful eyes. But you’ll manage. 

  There have been some scenes when you have more control than this one. And there are some scenes when you have even less control. You’ll manage. Because while she may hold all the power over you the second she straight ties little knots around your body that you can hardly understand…you still have some power left over too.

  At least, until she decides to gag you. 

  Because your little comment would push any proud woman’s buttons. And it did- it did push her buttons. Though Yae Miko doesn’t explode right away. She’s not the person to. You weren’t expecting her to. So it’s that subtle little clench in her jaw that gets you excited. It’s the way her eyes narrow into slits as she looks at you that gets your half-smile turning into a full-on smirk. It’s the way her fingers are twitching ever so slightly- even as she oh-so-carefully tries to hide them by folding her arms over her chest- that gets you licking at your lips. But most of all?

  It’s the way her gaze drinks in your bound form that has your heart skipping beats left and right.

  And judging by the past scenes where she went so far as to savor every single emotion, thought, and expression you showed only to her? You have a feeling that she knows this already. That she knows all of this already. That the way you hold your confidence is all for her and her alone. And it’s time for her to take it. Take what her’s. Or at least put up a fight for you. Because you’d be damned if Yae Miko kept you like this. You’d be damned if Yae Miko kept you without so much as a fucking fight.

  And because she’s yours. And because you’re hers. Because you complete each other. Because you belong to each other. Because you were made for each other…she gives you exactly what you want- exactly what you need- without so much as a flick of her pretty, pretty, tail.

  And she does it with a smile.

  It’s a wicked smile though. A knowing one. One full of power and control and lust and sorts of vices that you both know are unbecoming of the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine. But before you can even get another bite out at her, she’s sauntering over to you from her side of the room. A sway to her hips as she takes all the time in the world. But it’s her turn now. Her moment to call the shots. Her time to move the pieces into place. So all you can do is watch and wait as moves ever closer to you. Step after step. Moment after moment. She loves making you wait. She loves making you watch. Until she decided that she wasted enough time. Only then does she remember with a vengeance how much she just loves making you squirm.

  And this time, you know is no different. Because all too soon and not quite soon enough, she’s standing in front of. Peering down at you with a perfectly arched eyebrow and a knowing expression across her face. And you can do nothing but just kneel there- kneel there and watch as she raises one of her legs and places the bottom of her foot directly against your thighs. And as much as you don’t want to react, you don’t have a choice but to let your legs part as she puts more and more pressure onto your lap, just to relieve yourself of this feeling.

  She doesn’t miss the way your voice goes soft, and your breath goes needy as you find yourself opening up your legs and exposing more of your nudity to her. And you don’t miss the way the corners of her lips seem to tug up even more at your own little slip-up. But you knew it would be impossible for you to hide it. You knew it would be impossible for it to not show. Because as much as Yae Miko doesn’t keep secrets from you, you don’t keep secrets from her too.

  No, it’s rather that you can’t. You can’t keep secrets from her. Even if you tried. Even if you wanted to. Because in moments like these, she holds all the power over you- leaving you just a tiny little sliver of hope left. A tiny little sliver that she can take away in an instant. And you’re crazy enough to let her tie you up.

  “I don’t think you’re quite in the position to be talking to me like that, my dear~”

    Who says you aren’t crazy enough to let her gag you too?

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[thetardigrape]

Okay my lovely Crew, can we talk about this scene for a minute? Specifically, Ed's thoughts at this point?

This scene is when Ed says he's thinking of moving on to the next adventure. I think we focus a lot in this ep on Stede's perspective—he doesn't want Ed to leave, so he throws together a ridiculous outing to keep him around. But what about Ed?

At this point, they've had that moment in the moonlight, when Ed absolutely knew he wanted to kiss Stede, but it wasn't clear that Stede wanted the same thing. They've had the moment in the bathtub, when Ed opened up and Stede accepted him and called him his friend. And they've had the duel with Izzy, the person who's stuck by Ed probably longer than anyone, who is now gone.

When Ed and Stede first talked, back when Stede had just woken up, Ed said he was looking for drama and life. And for a while, he got that with Stede. He got lessons in how to be part of Society and he got to show Stede how to be a fearsome pirate and he got to flirt with him under the moonlight. It's been fun, and it's been different, but it's not going anywhere. They're just sort of drifting around, drinking tea and lounging.

Ed literally says that this isn't enough. He's "not built for sitting idle." He needs the chaos and the theater. As nice as it has been spending time with Stede, if this is all it's going to be, Ed will move on.

And then even when Stede scrambles to create an adventure for Ed (which is heartbreakingly sweet, because even if he doesn't realize he's in love with Ed at this point, he knows he wants to keep him nearby and do things Ed will enjoy), it's still not enough for Ed until Lucius points out that this isn't about having an adventure, it's about spending time with the man Ed cares about.

And that, I think, is when Ed really figures out that he's in love. Because the chaos, the drama? It doesn't increase very much. Stede digs up an orange. Calico Jack shows up and they get drunk on a beach. There isn't really drama until the English show up. But Ed stays. He stays because he realizes the life he was looking for isn't one of exciting, adventurous piracy. He's had that, and it's never satisfied him. He knew it wasn't enough, and even after he met Stede, he was still searching for what was enough. Lucius, bless him, finally says, "What you're looking for is right there, having a small meltdown because he wants to impress you and you're not impressed, so you need to wake up and figure out what you two have," and from then on, Ed is prepared to do whatever it takes to be with Stede, provided Stede wants him to. He leaves with Calico Jack only because he thinks Stede doesn't want him, that Stede is rejecting the parts of Ed that Ed fears define him (and that make him less than Stede, in his mind).

This episode is just so important for Ed's character because it's when he really starts throwing off the mantle of Blackbeard. Blackbeard would never go treasure hunting, obviously! But Ed would, because Ed loves Stede and that's what Stede wants to do. Blackbeard would never shave his beard and work for the king and fold stuff. But Ed would, because that's what it takes to be with Stede. Blackbeard wants to be the most feared pirate in the seven seas. Ed just wants to be by Stede's side.

Sorry, I know I had a point to make and I don't think I made it very well. I just love this show and these stupid idiot gay pirate sweethearts so damn much, and I think their romance arc is one of the best ones ever committed to film.

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