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standfucker · 1 year ago

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Post-Injury Hurt/Comfort Series - Monster Trio

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Reader: GN

Word Count: 3.3k

CW: blood, gore, graphic depictions of injury, stitches

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After writing The Break, I've always wanted to do drabbles of the same scenario for other characters, so here we are. ( 0v0)/

Luffy

It happens in an instant. One moment, you’ve brought your mace down on the head of the lion Zoan, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. You collapse next to his body, exhausted from the fight.

The next moment, the lion Zoan lunges at you from the floor, one massive paw smashing into your face with all the strength of their devil fruit, sickle claws tearing your flesh open.

You go flying. You hit the ground hard, leaving a smear of blood from your body skidding. Dazed, you try and get your bearings, berating yourself for letting your guard down early, praying it didn’t cost you the fight. The lion Zoan snarls and charges you.

“Gum-Gum Whip!”

The sight of your captain intercepting your opponent brings a heavy relief–if Luffy’s finished with his own opponent, that means your part is done, too. You can finally catch your breath.

With the rest comes the dull, burning pain across your face. The enemy mostly got you in the nose and mouth, miraculously missing your eyes. Blood runs from your nose and mouth and drips from your chin, bleeding as heavily as a head wound. Still, you’re not too concerned. It’s only when the rest of the crew catches up to you and you try to talk that you realize how much damage the lion did, because not only does speaking hurt, but Nami makes a face at the sight of you.

The local anesthetic that Chopper gives you helps a little bit, but it still hurts when he realigns your nose and stitches up the gashes. Luffy holds your hand the entire time, knowing you hate needles.

“Good job, Y/n!” Luffy says after Chopper’s done. “You’re real tough!”

“Thanks, Captain.” You sigh. “I would have been fine if I hit him again, but I thought he was down. I forgot how resilient Zoans can be.”

“You didn’t want to kill him.”

“I know, I shouldn’t take these fights so lightly–”

“Y/n, that’s a good thing.” Luffy stretches an arm around your shoulder. “You’re a good person. Besides, I was able to take him out easily because of the damage you did.”

“Nami looked horrified when she saw my face,” you say. “I must look like a mess.”

“You do,” Luffy says honestly, making you smile–which pulls on your stitches.

“Owww, oh…smiling hurts.”

“Then don’t smile!”

“I can’t help it. You make me smile. You know this.”

Luffy rubs his chin, eyes rolling up as he thinks. “Then I should stay away from you.”

“Nooo, don’t do that! I need you around to cheer me up! Especially now.” You take his hand that’s hanging around your shoulder, feeling your chest lighten when he squeezes back.

“Well, in that case, I’ll just not make you smile!” he says.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” You chuckle, then look at the mirror hanging on the wall. If you need to lower your mood, there’s an easy shortcut–the combination of your inflamed, swollen skin, plus the stitches make you look nothing short of monstrous.

Luffy notices your face falling. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s going to scar. And not even in a cool way.” Living with severe facial scarring probably won’t be that bad–you are a pirate, after all–but it’ll still be new. And, to be honest, you’re not ready for your appearance to change so dramatically.

“What are you talking about? It’ll be super cool!” Luffy says earnestly. “Everyone will know what a strong pirate you are!”

He’s trying to cheer you up. You don’t want to bring him down in the dumps with you, but you can’t help but be bummed out.

“But what if I don’t want to look cool?” you say. “What if I just want to look like me? I mean, who could possibly find a face like this appealing?” You ghost your fingers over the stitches on your lips. “Who would kiss lips like mine?”

You think you’re holding it in okay, but the admission has you tearing up. You’re being ridiculous–you should be happy to be alive. But why did it have to be your face? Why…

Luffy stares at you in that way he does when he’s thinking. You can’t tell what’s going through his mind.

It happens in an instant.

One moment you’re sitting next to each other in silence. The next moment, he wraps his other arm around you, pulls you in close, and lightly presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

It hurts a little, but it also feels so good that your tears break free and sting where they roll over your cuts.

“Did that hurt? I’m sorry, Y/n,” Luffy says when he pulls away.

“No, no! It was nice! It was really nice.” You have to fight not to smile.

“Oh, good! I liked it too!” he giggles, looking overjoyed.

“When I heal up, will you do that again?”

“I can do it right now!” Luffy says eagerly, but you clear your throat and tilt your head toward the doorway.

Chopper is standing there, little hooves on his hips, thoroughly unimpressed with the both of you and your method of boosting morale.

Zoro

Zoro was always one to downplay his injuries. Next to Chopper, you gave him the most trouble for it out of anyone in the crew. He figured that so long as he got medical attention, the extent of the injuries was no big deal.

He never expected to be on the receiving end.

In the heat of battle, he’s entirely focused on his opponent. This enemy crew is tough, but not the strongest they’ve faced. Strong enough to demand his full concentration.

However, Zoro knows the unique sound of a sword cutting through flesh. When he hears the shhk! noise behind him and remembers you’re also fighting a sword user, he’s so badly distracted he almost gets hit. He has just enough presence of mind to finish off his enemy before turning around.

That’s when he sees you fire a bullet into your opponent’s leg, your free arm wrapped around your stomach. There’s blood seeping between your fingers. In the time it takes him to rush to your side, you shoot your opponent again in the other leg, making him crumple, then once in each arm, rendering him completely unable to fight back from where he lays.

“Yo,” you say casually, but you’re trembling all over. Your torn shirt is staining quickly.

“You got cut,” Zoro states. He tries to pull your arm away so he can see your wound better, but you step back.

“I’m okay,” you say. You and Zoro both look down at your abdomen as you pull your arm away just slightly, and Zoro sees the unmistakable grayish-pink of your large intestine before you quickly plug up the gash with your arm again. You look back up at him. “It’s just a scratch.”

Zoro’s about ready to stab you himself, his eyes going wide with horror and rage.

“Are you insane?!” he shouts. “A scratch?! Shit, where’s Chopper–?!”

“Ha ha–ow ow ow, hurts to laugh.” You grin, but Zoro notices you tearing up from the pain.

“Okay, just, stay still,” his hands are held up hesitantly, unsure of what to do, and he calls over his shoulder. “CHOPPER! Get over here right now!”

Once Chopper arrives, he applies an emergency field dressing and instructs Zoro on how to safely carry you back to the ship’s infirmary. You act like you’re in high spirits the entire way there, smiling up at Zoro like everything’s fucking dandy.

“This is kinda nice,” you say. “I haven’t been carried since I was little.”

“After you heal,” Zoro says, “I’ll carry you around as much as you want, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he says gently. “Does it hurt?”

“Of course not,” you say, and Zoro curses himself for having asked–he can see you wince with every harsh step he tries to avoid.

“We’re almost there. Almost there.”

“Relax, big guy. I’ve been through worse.”

You haven’t. He’s been in every major fight you’ve been through, and it’s never been this bad. Your blood is still warm on his skin, and your color’s getting paler, and it’s all because he couldn’t protect you.

The surgery takes longer than he thought. He’s pacing the hallway outside the infirmary so much that even Sanji starts to make a comment, which would have started a fight had Robin not intervened and sternly told them both that everyone was worried.

When you come to, it’s to the sight of Zoro standing over your bed. You don’t manage so much as a ‘yo’ before Zoro gets onto his hands and knees, bowing so low his head touches the floor.

“I’ll never let it happen again!” he says, minding his volume–Chopper is only allowing him to visit because Zoro promised he wouldn’t stress you out. “It’s my fault! I’m sorry–”

“Get up.”

He peers up at you. Your face is twisted up like you’re holding something back, but you force it into a sneer.

“Get up right now, or I’m going to make fun of you,” you say. He hesitates long enough for you to roll your eyes. “Don’t be a pussy.”

That brings him right back to his feet. “What’d you call me?!”

“You heard me,” you say. “I’m alive, aren’t I? So relax.”

“I can’t relax!” Zoro snaps. “You got hurt because of me! I was too weak! I couldn’t–couldn’t stop this from happening!”

“Whatever.”

“Whatever?!” He no longer minds his volume. “How can you be so–so calm about this?!”

“How can you be making this about yourself?”

That shuts him up real quick. Realizing his mistake, Zoro starts to get a sour feeling in his stomach, but you only smile.

“Now you know what it feels like,” you chuckle and wince, “ow–what it feels like to have someone be dismissive of your injuries. So the next time you get hurt, you big dumb idiot, how about you have some self awareness and let me worry?”

Zoro deflates a little. “I still can’t just forgive myself like that.”

“I’ll do it for you.” You hold out your hand until he takes it. “Roronoa Zoro, I forgive you–so long as you do one thing for me.”

He leans in. “Anything. What is it?”

“Even with the pain meds, I’m still sore. Kiss it better?” You smile the way you do when you’re joking, but it soon turns to a look of surprise when Zoro leans in even closer. He hesitates for a moment, face hovering above yours, before his free hand comes to cradle the back of your head and he presses a firm, intent kiss to your lips.

You stare at him when he pulls away, your expression slowly morphing into a smile–not a playful one, not a masking one, but a real smile.

“W-What’s with that look?” Zoro says, flustered now. Wasn’t that what you wanted?

“I meant kiss my stomach, dummy.”

Zoro’s eyes widen, but before he can remedy his mistake, you weakly pull him back in for another kiss. This time, he obliges without question.

Sanji

Sanji barely dodges a brutal strike from his opponent, then finishes them off with a flaming kick to the skull. You grin at him as you down your own opponent with a heavy strike from one of your tonfa.

“Careful there, Hotfoot! He almost got you!” you yell gleefully, only to narrowly avoid getting hit yourself.

“Worry about yourself, Sticks!” Sanji calls back, mirroring your grin.

“They’re not sticks!” you say yet again, smashing one of the tonfa into a pirate’s head and knocking them out cold. “You’re just jealous I can fight with my hands!”

“I choose not to fight with my hands!”

“Sure you do!”

You were well aware of Sanji’s commitment to only use his hands to cook, but it was still fun to pretend it was a skill issue. Sanji knew it was all teasing anyway. The two of you greatly enjoyed your banter, whether in or outside of battle. As physical fighters, your rivalry was a friendly one. After all, out of everyone in the crew, you spent the most time talking to each other.

The next wave of pirates comes, this time stronger than before–the enemy’s commanding officers. The battle becomes too serious for you to go on making comments, and your focus gets pulled toward your opponents.

It’s a hard, bloody fight. As soon as he defeats his opponent, he worries about how the others are faring. The rest of the crew is almost done with their own one-on-ones, and he finds himself rushing to find you first, his pace hurrying when he finds one of your tonfa lying off to the side.

You’re straddling your opponent on the ground. Your non-dominant hand is broken, held crookedly against your chest, and you’re bleeding from your hairline and mouth. With your good hand, you beat your tonfa into your opponent’s skull, over and over, a broken cry tumbling from your bloody lips with every strike. Your opponent is no longer moving, but you don’t stop, tears streaming from your eyes as you mash his face to a visceral pulp.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Sanji skids to a stop next to you, grabbing your wrist before you can strike again. “He’s dead! It’s over. It’s over. You won.”

You look at him with wide eyes. Your mouth is held open, and at first, Sanji doesn’t realize what’s wrong, but he can tell you only won by a hair from the way you’re trembling. He gets down and pulls you into a gentle hug. “I got you,” he says. “I got you. You’re okay now.”

He holds you at arm’s length and checks over your body for any injuries, finding none. Mouth still open, you pull away from him and start patting the grass with your good hand, searching for something.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he says. “Please, say something.”

Sanji expects something tired and sarcastic, like ‘you don’t look much better.’ Instead, you make a strange, groaning noise as your response, and he feels a chill run through his body. You always had a quick retort for him, even when things were dire.

You seem to find what you were looking for, your hand closing around something. Sanji helps you stand up, and when you open your hand, he sees a few teeth in your palm that must have gotten knocked out.

“Your jaw’s broken,” Sanji realizes aloud, and you nod, and suddenly the way you hold your mouth open is deeply unsettling.

The silence that follows your surgery, however, puts Sanji at an even greater unease. Your jaw is wired shut to let the bone heal, and Chopper says that for the next six weeks, you won’t be able to speak at all.

You carry around a notepad with you, but for a while after you wake from the anesthesia, you don’t write anything down except to answer Chopper’s questions, opting instead to sulk.

“Come on, Sticks,” Sanji says lightly as he signs the cast on your hand. “I know you have something to say.”

You flick him off with your good hand, then seem to regret it, your face fallin along with your hand. Sighing through your nose, you grab your notepad and scribble something down, then hold it up for him to see.

‘I look like a chipmunk.’

The lower half of your face has, naturally, swollen up. Sanji shakes his head. “No, no, you look fine! You…” A pointed look from you makes him concede. “Okay, yeah. It’s swollen. What did you expect?” You look away, and he pats your shoulder. “Ah, come on, it’s not so bad. Most people find chipmunks cute, you know.”

Your eyes widen slightly and you give him a look of surprise. Sanji stiffens.

“Um, well, I mean…” he stammers. Though he doesn’t leave, for the rest of that day, you both avoid looking at each other.

From the beginning to the end of your healing process, Sanji stays by your side, always finding a way to make you feel better. He’ll hype you up by doing a drumroll while he’s waiting for you to finish writing out a thought, something which the rest of the crew picks up as well. When you’re hanging out with him in the galley, he’ll do hibachi tricks with the food he prepares to cheer you up.

The food he makes for you especially helps you get through the long weeks. You were severely bummed out at having to miss his cooking for weeks–until the first sip of the soup he cooked. You never knew a liquid diet could be so delicious. Sanji takes the time to roast and blend anything you’d wanted. Thanks to him, being unable to chew food doesn’t affect your nutrient intake at all.

He also indulges you in your favorite drink without you having asked, which is surprising. It’s not the first time he’s gone out of his way like this, but it does feel more special when you’ve been in such a vulnerable state.

‘Maybe there’s an upside to this after all.’

Sitting in the galley while Sanji cooks, you hold up your notepad for him to read.

“And what is that?” he says, walking around the prep table with a mixing bowl in his arms, looking down at what you’re writing.

‘I love y’

You pause, staring at your notepad with a weird, dumbstruck look. Sanji’s eyes widen, slowing down his mixing for a second, but you quickly recover and finish scribbling.

‘I love you treating me extra special.’ You hold up the notepad hesitantly, avoiding his eye.

Though feeling warmth rise in his chest, Sanji plays it cool. “Well, I’m glad you’re finding the positive in this,” he says. “I personally miss the sound of your voice.”

You drop your notepad and fumble to catch it with only one good hand, accidentally smacking it to the floor. Both you and Sanji crouch down to pick it up, and freeze when your hands touch.

The urge to say ‘sorry’ is strong, though you can’t speak. Face burning, all you can do is look at him apologetically and hope he understands. But when you do, he’s looking back at you with the same expression he has when he reads a brand new recipe. Like he’s figuring something out.

You go to pull your hand away, but his fingers close around yours. “I, uh… I really mean that, you know.”

Swallowing, you glance down at his hand holding yours, then back up at him, and nod.

“Y/n,” he says, letting go of your hand to instead cup your cheek tenderly. “Would you… I mean. Can I…?”

With your heart pounding, you nod again, and Sanji leans in. You close your eyes, and a moment later, his lips brush yours, feather-light. Just that barest contact makes your head spin almost as bad as it did when you got your injury in the first place.

Sanji breaks free, and you stare at each other. A slow smile spreads across your lips at the sight of his nose starting to bleed. You both stand up, and you write something down quickly.

‘I’m sorry I can’t kiss you back.’

“That’s okay,” he says, reading the note over your shoulder. He rubs the back of his neck, grinning. “I’ll gladly do all the work.”

And Sanji does, in the quiet, private moments where it’s just the two of you. And yet, when the day finally comes for Chopper to remove the wires, and the first thing you do upon leaving the exam room is call out Sanji’s name, he’s so elated that he picks you up with a spin, kissing you in front of everyone before he can help himself.

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desperate-gay · 2 years ago

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Alexia Putellas smut

Too Hot

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

summary: a day alone with your wife, you introduce her to a game you saw on a tv shoe

“Mami! Mama! Wake up!” Your daughter, Maria, shouts before jumping on top of both of you, causing the two of you to jolt up and groan from your previously tangled limbs.

“What did I tell you about doing that, chiquita?” Your wife scolds, sitting upright to wake up while your daughter frowns at the stern tone.

“Lo siento.” She apologizes, still holding a sad look on her face before Alexia pulls her in and places multiple pecks all over her face, making the girl giggle. “Mama, save me!” You immediately hook your hands underneath her armpits, lifting her up and shielding her in your arms. Your wife begins to teasingly stalk towards the girl in your embrace and sneak her hand onto her leg, grabbing ahold of it. Maria screams at the feeling of Alexia nibbling at her flesh, acting as if she’s a monster chasing her prey.

The three of you all very awake now stop for a minute to breathe at the playful banter. Your daughter sits in your lap, calming down her laughter from all the tickling.

“Are you excited to sleep at abuelas tonight?” Your tone more exaggerated to get the little girl more excited.

“Si!”

“Si? Ah muy bien!” You pull your daughter into a big hug while Alexia smiles at the interaction. Nothing makes her swoon more than seeing her wife and daughter speak in her native tongue. “Why don’t you go play downstairs while mami and I get ready, and when we get down there, we’ll make the best breakfast ever!”

“How will it be the best?” Maria pulls back, giving you a questioning look.

“Well, I’ll make some pancakes and then I’ll force mami to make her famous tortilla espanola.”

“Yay! Thank you, mama!”

“Of course, now go play while you wait. mami, and I gotta get dressed.” You pat her butt, encouraging her to move faster.

Once your daughter is out of the room, Alexia moves on top of you and pins you down. She nuzzles her face in your neck and starts to suck and nip at your warm skin, but as much as you love the sensation, you groan and push her back a little bit, knowing if you allow her to keep going you’ll never leave the bed.

“Ale, no hickeys! I don’t want to be questioned by your mother when she picks up Ria.” Your protest comes out as a whine as she continues making marks all down your neck, ignoring your light pushes.

“Cover them up then. I can’t help myself. I love it when you call me mami.” She purrs and sucks at one last spot before pulling away to see you all flustered and red. Eventually, you lean up, making the Catalan above you smirk, thinking you’ll give in to her seduction.

Instead, you hover right over her lips and whisper, “Be careful baby or you won’t get your gift tonight.” With that, you peck her lips and quickly slide out from beneath her to head into your closet. Her face looks as vulnerable and confused as a kicked puppy after your rushed admission.

“Gift? What gift? Amor!”

—

“So you got everything? Your toothbrush, hairbrush, clothes-“

The sound of giggling cuts you off, so you turn around and notice Alexia making silly faces and mocking you. When she catches your eye, she places a hand over her mouth and makes a strict face.

“Maria, mama does not look ugly!” She fake scolds, trying to take your glare off of her and onto your guy’s own child.

You roll your eyes before making quick action to grab a pillow and chuck it across the room to hit your wife’s face. Your daughter is now laughing hysterically, seeing her mami fly towards you and lift you over her shoulder while you struggle against her hold and hit her bum.

“Ria, help me! Attack mami!” You demand as you’re getting carried farther into the distance. Once you get slammed into the bed and Alexia traps you under her body with her legs on each side of your waist and her hands pinning yours to the bed, the sound of tiny steps paddle their way down the halls and closer to your bedroom.

“I’m here to save you, mama!”

Maria jumps on Alexia’s back, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and trying to pull her down away from you. The Catalan lets go of your arms briefly to reach for the little girl, allowing you to have more control over your body and move out from between her. Quickly, you stand up off the bed and take the child into your arms before running back into the living room and both grabbing pillows to defend yourselves.

“Shouldn’t have done that you two.” You hear a thick Spanish accent rounding the corner, making you and your daughter lift the pillows even higher. An alarm blares throughout the room, signaling it’s already time for your little girl to go to her abuela’s.

She gathers up all of her stuff and rushes to say goodbye to you.

“Bye, mama. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She says while you place a couple of kisses on her face. Before she can walk out, you scream a wait before rushing upstairs to grab something. Your wife and daughter look at each other with puzzled looks and shrug their shoulders at the same time, which if you had seen, you would’ve thought it was adorable. Making your way back to the front door, you hold out a fuzzy gray object in front of you.

“You almost forgot Ellie.” You pant, holding out the little girl’s favorite elephant stuffed animal. Maria crashes into you and wraps her arms around your legs.

“Thank you, mama! I love you!” You repeat the words back to her as she steps out the door with Alexia.

Sighing, you make your way upstairs to prepare your little gift for your dear wife. The two of you haven’t had a day to yourselves in forever and you’re not going to let it go to waste.

—

About an hour later, a booming voice announces itself throughout the house.

“Mi amor, I’m home!” Alexia frowns at the zero response and heads into your shared bedroom. “Amor?”

“I’ll be out in just a minute. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the bed, baby?” You say through the bathroom door, finalizing all the touch-ups on your body. You wrap a robe around you and tie it at the end before opening the door and making your way towards your wife. Alexia lies down with her back against the headboard in gray sweatpants and a black tank top, showing off her defined muscles. You close the bedroom door so Nala, who is currently fast asleep on the couch, doesn’t interrupt you both.

Alexia pats her lap, signaling for you to straddle it. You slot your legs on both sides of her thighs and lean down to sit on her lap. Her veiny hands place themselves on your waist and she ducks her head to start sucking at your neck. Humming at the feeling, you begin to rock her hips and make small noises, causing the taller girl to smirk into your skin. Her hands trail their way to the string of your robe in hopes of untying it, but she’s quickly stopped when you grab her hands and pull away from her lips.

“Why are you stopping me?” Alexia whines in frustration, wanting to do so many things to you.

“I want to play a little game.” Her head snaps up to look at you and sees your mischievous smile.

“I’m listening.” She says a little warily, making you laugh at her concerned expression.

“Relax, it’s not a life or death situation. The game is called too hot. It’s sort of like a competition.” Alexia smirks at the word competition, knowing full well how competitive and determined she is. “We get to have a make-out session, but we have to keep our hands to ourselves. Whoever touches the other first loses.”

She hums and leans her face closer to yours. “You’re going down, princesa.” Her lips ghost over yours while she grips her hands in the sheets to stop her from touching you.

“Not if you go down first, mami.” You smirk when you see her eyes darken and look back up to your eyes. Without warning, she smashes her lips to yours, causing you to let out a small moan and press your lips just as hard to hers. Your hands press up against the headboard above Alexia’s head so your hands don’t touch any part of her. She snakes her tongue into your mouth and swirls around to taste every bit of you.

“You should just give up now, hermosa. We both know you won’t be able to last without me.” Her lips stay hovering over yours while you keep your eyes fixated on them.

“Hmm, I could just grind on you and get off that way, but what’s the fun in that? I want you to touch me so you can rip this robe off of me and hopefully what is underneath it, then fuck me so hard into this mattress the whole neighborhood can hear who I belong to.” With each word, you trail kisses from her jaw to her ear, riling her up more and more. Your teeth tug on her ear, making the older girl groan and cock her head to the side to meet your lips again. The kiss becomes sloppy and needy, mostly because of the pent-up sexual frustration from the past week, not being able to do much more than an occasional quickie.

“Touch me.” She demands, pressing kisses under your jaw.

“If you want me so bad, you touch me.”

“C’mon amor, you just said you want me to fuck you into the mattress, so why don’t you just give up and touch me?” The older girl sucks on the spot underneath the corner of your jaw, knowing how much you love it. She smirks hearing your little moans and whimpers from the kisses.

You thought this game would be fun, but now you’re rethinking your choices. If you give up, you’ll get what you want but with the cost of Alexia bragging everywhere and to everyone. And god knows she will not lose to anything yet to this.

She pulls away after placing three marks down the side of your neck and stares at you with hooded eyes while whispering, “Just touch me and we can be doing a lot of fun things right now, mi amor.” Your lips capture hers quickly to silence her temptation while your hands turn white from pressing against the headboard for so long.

“From what it sounds like, you’re just as desperate as me so just give in, baby.”

She knows you’re right. Every day she has been thinking of bending you over at any chance and absolutely destroying you. Sadly, with a little girl running around, your job, and her games left and right, you both don’t have much time by yourselves. Let alone for sex. In the slight chance of actually having time alone, at least one of you is exhausted. So seeing you grinding on her lap, in a robe that most likely has a sexy two-piece underneath it, is driving her mad.

Every inch of her is screaming to put her hands on you and show you who you belong to, but she won’t lose. She can’t lose. Competitiveness is in her blood and she can’t control it, so she’ll try and break you down until you’re a needy mess and eventually, you’ll touch her, losing the game but getting what the both of you want in the end.

So knowing how headstrong the Spanish woman is, you decide to push her in a way you know will end up getting what you want.

“I bet Mapi is good in bed. I’m sure she would know where to place her hands and how to get me going. Maybe Ona too.” You tease, seeing Alexia’s eyes cloud in jealousy. Without a second thought, her hand reaches out and clasps around your neck, pulling you into her but not to kiss you. Her hand tightens making it harder to breathe while she continues looking at your submissive state.

“You are so pathetic, trying to get me all riled up, talking about my teammates. Well, you got what you want, I’m touching you, but you’re gonna know that I’m the only one who can make you feel good once you’re limping tomorrow morning.” There’s a slight rasp in her voice that lets you know she is on her last nerve. One wrong move and you won’t get off at all. She releases her hold on your neck and moves it to behind your head to pull you into a rough kiss. “You’re gonna put that whore of a mouth to better use and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.”

You nod quickly in response and begin to swing your leg over her waist so you can give her what she wants, but you’re stopped by her hand forcing your leg back down.

“I thought you wanted-“

“You really thought I forgot about my gift.” Her hand moves to the loose knot and reaches to the string, pulling the robe off of you. A white lingerie set hugs your body just right, making the Catalan basically drool all over the mattress. Her hands rub down your sides and then to the skin of your thighs. Her gaze never leaves your chest which is barely hidden behind the lace.

“Do you like it?” Alexia looks up into your eyes with her mouth slightly open.

“Are you kidding? This is- I- you’re so beautiful, princesa.” A blush reaches its way across your face as the older girl continues to skim her eyes all over you with no shame. “Hmm, as much as I love this, I remember you being a little brat, so you’re going to make it up to me.”

Alexia adjusts herself so she’s flat on the bed while peeling her pants off. You climb down so your knees are at the end of the bed and your face is hovering over her boxers. Your fingers curl at the top of the elastic and begin to pull it down. The girl below you lets out a small sigh as the cold breeze meets her core. You start trail kisses down her stomach, going lower with each peck.

“I want your ass up in the air, bonita.”

One of her hands gathers your hair in a ponytail and twists it to be able to grip it all in one fist. She forcefully pushes your head down, telling you to hurry up. Your tongue licks a long stripe up her slit, testing the waters. You notice her breath hitch at the contact, so you take it as a sign to keep going. While you switch from sucking and licking at her clit, her hand grips tighter on your head and pushes you further into her.

“God your mouth is so good, hermosa. Keep it up and you’ll get a reward.” She groans, tilting her neck back in pleasure, but only for a quick second. Her head snaps back up to see the perfect look of your ass in the air while your head bobs up and down.

Your tongue glides down to her sopping hole and dips in, causing the girl below you to let out a small moan and snap her hips up toward your face. Your thumb moves up to rub soft circles against her clit while your tongue continues to work in and out of her.

“Just like that. Don’t stop.”

So you don’t. You decide to speed up your actions, driving her over the edge. Your thumb continues to rub circles but more softly than before. Her hand in your hair pulls you up so you’re now face to face with her. Her lips latch onto yours and she shoves her tongue in your mouth, swirling around and exploring every inch.

“Do I get my reward now, mami?” You shyly ask, pulling away just enough to be able to see her reaction.

“Why don’t you go grab the toy and we’ll get this party started.”

You’re quick to get off the bed and rush over to the drawer that holds all of your adult toys. Walking over to her, she sits up and grabs the harness from your hands before putting it on. You remain kneeling on the bed, waiting for her to give you instructions for where she wants you.

“C’mere, amor.” She says, patting her lap. You crawl over to her and sit where she patted, continuing to wait to see what she wants. Her fingers find their way to your panties and begin to tug them down, making you lift your legs to fully pull them off. She pulls you in by the back of your neck and smashes her lips onto yours once again while her hand trails down and gathers up your arousal. “How long have you been like this, huh? Dripping and soaking through your panties.”

You whine when her middle and index finger dip into you and pull out, rubbing slow antagonizing circles around your clit.

“Please.” You whisper against her lips.

“Please what, amor? Use your words.”

“Fuck me, please!” After seeing her take control of you, you’ve been a mess. It’s been so long since the both of you have had a night to yourselves and thankfully Alexia’s mom and sister wanted to see Maria. There was no way you could say no.

“Mmm, if you want to get off, you’re doing the work, so sit up for me.”

You lift up your hips as Alexia lines up the toy to your entrance. She pulls you down, allowing you to sink into the toy. You quietly moan at the feeling of finally being filled and start to unconsciously roll your hips which earns you a slap on the ass.

“I didn’t say you could move yet, did I?” She rasps, tilting her head and waiting for an answer.

“No, I’m sorry. I’ve just been waiting for this for a while, it won’t happen again. I promise, baby.” Alexia smirks at your whining and moves her hands to your hips, guiding you to start rocking.

“It’s okay, hermosa. You can keep going, I know you’ve been a needy little thing for quite some time. Get yourself off.”

Slamming your hips up and down causes you to moan extremely loudly, so you lurch over and stuff her head in the older girl's neck.

“We’re alone, we can be as loud as we want to, princesa. Don’t cover up your moans now.” One of her hands grabs your jaw and lifts your head up.

Seeing your eyes close in pleasure and sinful noises slip from your lips makes Alexia go berserk. She doesn’t remember the last time she got to see you like this, and oh is she happy she gets to see it now.

“Such a good little slut, bouncing on my cock like this.”

Without thinking, she grips the front of your lacy bra and rips it in half, pulling it off your body, and causing you to let out a little gasp.

“Ale!”

“Relax, amor. I’ll buy you another set.” Her lips latch onto your nipple and her tongue starts to swirl circles around the nub, making your head snap back in euphoria.

“Oh my god, you feel so good. I’m gonna cum.” You pant, speeding up your hips, but Alexia grabs your hips and flips the both of you over so she’s now on top of you. Her hands grab both of your ankles and lift them on top of her shoulders, making her thrusts go deeper into you. Your moans become louder and more frequent, fueling Alexia’s movements.

“Cum, amor. I know you want to.”

Not another word needs to be said before your head slams back against the mattress and the coil in your stomach snaps, but the Catalan’s thrusts don’t slow down, making you whimper at the overstimulation.

“Oh, bebe. Remember you were being a brat, so you’re going to take what I’m giving you like a good girl. We’re going until you can’t stand.”

And she didn’t lie. After four more orgasms, you had to tap out. She placed you in every position, even having you slammed against the wall with your legs wrapped around her waist at one point. But now you’re far too sensitive to take more, so Alexia being the wonderful wife she is, grabs a rag and wipes you down. She then carries you bridal style to the bathroom so you can do your business and finally relax.

You both now lay in your bed, facing each other and rubbing your hands on the other’s skin.

“You lost, y’know.” You say, breaking the comfortable silence. Without a word, Alexia leans over and playfully bites your shoulder.

“And no one will ever find out or you’ll be taking even more than you did tonight, okay?”

You shiver and obediently nod, causing the older girl to chuckle.

“Good girl.”

—

“Hola, Eli.” You greet your wife’s mom, waiting for your daughter to get all of her things.

“Hola, carino. Fun night?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“Umm, nothing particularly exciting, but it was nice having a night alone.” You smile politely, nodding your head before you feel someone poking your neck.

“The hickeys say otherwise.” Alba snickers, continuing to press on the tender skin. Your hand flies to the spot, covering the, what you thought, makeup-covered skin. An arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you into their body, you look up and see your wife with a smug expression.

“We had a fun night, right hermosa?”

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas smut #alexia putellas #woso x reader #woso smut #woso imagine #woso #lgbtq

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ldydeath · 9 days ago

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Happy | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong surprises you with a trip to Universal’s new Epic Universe. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Fluff Author’s Note: I’ve been getting targeted ads for Epic Universe for a minute now and decided to write about it. This is just a silly little fluffy fic, enjoy!

Jiyong had had it planned for months. Tour dates were carefully put in place so that he could surprise you in Miami with a trip to Orlando. You’d been talking to him for months about how much you missed Universal and how badly you wanted to go to Epic Universe when it opened. Jiyong had taken you to Japan’s Universal Studios a couple years ago but you’d claimed Orlando was the best.

Not one to disappoint, he fully planned to take you there. He knew how much you missed the States ever since you’d moved to Korea full time which was why he’d made sure to leave room for extra stops during the North America leg of his Übermensch tour.

“Why do we have to pack so quickly? We don’t have to be in Chicago for another week.” You whined as you threw your swimsuit into your suitcase. The last of the Miami shows had just ended and you’d fully planned on being a beach bum in the morning.

“Because.” Jiyong smirked, coming up behind you, “We have a date with another dragon tomorrow.” He pulled out the Universal tickets and you squealed as you turned around, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Oh, I love you so much!” Jiyong laughed as he held you close, this was the exact reaction he’d been hoping for.

“I love you too.” He eyed the suitcase, his lips pursing together. “Better than the beach, then?”

“Much!” He smirked, kissing the top of your head before letting you go.

“Hurry it up then, we have to be at the airport in thirty.”

“Jiyong!”

You zoomed around the hotel room like a tornado getting all of your stuff neatly packed away. Your bags zipped and ready to go just as Jaeho knocked on the door. Jiyong opened the door, handing your bags to Jaeho before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the hotel.

Traveling with Jiyong was always an experience, never having to sit around and wait to check in or go through security with the priority boarding you both had meant that you could just waltz right on into the airport and go to your own check in and security entrance. First class was always filled with you two and the crew which made flying a little more private. The forty minute flight was over before you even knew it.

Jiyong hadn’t given much away about the trip, but when the car pulled up to the new park you about jumped out of your seat. You figured Epic Universe would be the last stop, not the park you’d be staying in.

The next morning came quick, something you were thankful for despite the lack of sleep. Jiyong had managed to wake before you and was sipping an americano in bed when you woke up.

“Morning sleepy head.”

“Hi.” You sat up in the bed, blinking a few times. “What time is it?”

“Six. But we have early admission and need to be at the park at 8, so up.” Jiyong sat his mug down and walked over to you, pulling you out of bed.

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The Florida heat was already in full effect at 8 AM when you arrived at the park entrance. You fanned yourself as you took in the sites of all the different ports to the different park entrances. You wished you could be in five places at once and your hand squeezed Jiyong’s as you tried to contain your excitement. It was surreal being in such a heavily populated area with him. Usually park visits were reserved for evenings or when you were alone but in the States Jiyong wasn’t as well known.

He was dressed down today in a simple Harry Potter inspired tee - representing his house colors and a snapback covering his head that he wore low over his face. No flashy jewels, no scarves, nothing that screamed G-Dragon when looking at him. His fans would more than likely assume it was him, which is why your ever trusty security detail was standing nearby.

“So, Dragons first?” Jiyong smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“Obviously.”

The Isle of Burke was everything you’d imagined it to be, definitely lived up to the early viewing videos you’d watched. Jiyong watched you, a smile prominent on his face as you tried to hold in your excitement. This was worth it to him. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face forever if he could.

“Toothless is out. We should go meet him.” Jiyong chuckled at your excitement and led the way to the waiting queue.

It was almost weird for Jiyong to be waiting in a line full of people. He couldn’t remember a time in his life he’d done something so normal. Even if people weren’t allowed to get super close, he was still here in a crowd doing a normal activity with you. He could get used to days like this.

“Hi Toothless!” You grinned as you stood next to the animatronic dragon. “This is G-Dragon!” You pointed to Jiyong who blushed.

“You’re a dragon?” The actor standing next to Toothless looked over at Jiyong and you both laughed.

“Not just a Dragon. The G-Dragon. The leader of them all.�� You gushed. Jiyong's face flushing as he attempted to hide in his hands.

“Wow. Look Toothless, he’s one of you.” The animatronic moved and Jiyong shook his head.

“Can we get a picture with Toothless?” The actor nodded.

The two of you huddled around the animatronic, Jiyong’s hand resting on Toothless, his other arm wrapped tightly around you as the photo was snapped. The photo would go on to stand front and center on your mantel for years to come.

“So if I’m the leader of the dragons, what does that make you?” Jiyong teased as you walked ahead.

“A dragon rider, obviously.” You shrugged, a mischievous gleam in your eyes.

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “You up for a ride then?”

“Maybe later.” You teased as you moved just out of his reach.

“Hey!” He laughed, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him.

Your eyes locked for a second as your body collided with him and Jiyong leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss. It was surreal, being in such a public setting kissing your boyfriend like this. You two had gotten used to being respectful in public, keeping your distance, maybe having a hand hold here and there but definitely no kissing in public. No day time theme park trips back home either. Here though, where it was already so crowded and everyone was excited to just get to their next destination you could just be yourselves and blend into the crowd.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen Jiyong just simply be himself, or wait in a line. He’d had that goofy grin on his face since he’d surprised you with the tickets and you would do anything to keep that smile on his face. You pulled back from the kiss, your forehead resting against his for a second, matching smiles on both of your faces.

“Come on, we’ve got rides to ride.” You murmured.

“I’ve got a ride you can ride.” He teased.

“Jiyong!” You swatted at his chest before pulling back from him, his hand finding yours as you led him through the park.

The day was spent with rides, character meet up’s, and so much food you were convinced Jiyong would have to roll you out of the park at the end of the day. You made it back to your presidential suite and plopped down on the bed. Bags of merchandise following you as you landed softly on the plush pillows.

Jiyong watched as you flipped through photos, helping you pick out the best ones to post to both your public and private insta accounts. Once you were both happy with your choices, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his side.

“Thank you for today.” You grinned. “It was perfect.”

“I should be thanking you. I can’t remember the last time I did something so normal. I didn’t feel like G-Dragon today. It was nice.”

“Maybe we should make this an annual thing. Come to Universal, act like kids.” You paused, your eyes wandering up to meet his. “Bring ours here one day.”

“I’d love that.” His arms tightened around you and he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each others arms, movies forgotten in the background as you planned the next days activities. You also did some research on the other park hotels and decided that if he could surprise you with Universal tickets you could afford a Disney day while you were here. The man owned too many Mickey shirts to not make an appearance at that park.

The smile on his face while he booked the tickets made it all the more worth it. You’d been worried when he finally announced his comeback and finalized his tour. Remembering how lost in himself he’d gotten all those years ago, but this was a different Jiyong. You couldn’t be more proud of him. You knew you’d spend the rest of your life trying to keep him this happy, and in return he’d do the same for you.

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#g dragon x reader #kwon jiyong x reader #gdragon x reader #kwon ji yong x reader #bigbang x reader #g dragon #gdragon #kwon ji yong #kwon jiyong #my fics #happy

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moonstruckme · 2 years ago

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I would love to see something from the beginning of poly!marauders relationship where they are figuring out that they all want to be together and learning how to make it work. I’ve always wondered how their relationship would start!

Thanks for requesting my love! It took me so long to get to it, I appreciate you being so patient with me <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

Sirius is playing with Remus’ fingers, and you’re trying to figure out if the ache of longing in your chest is some relative of jealousy. You don’t want it to be. Remus and Sirius are your friends, and you’re happy that they make each other happy. And honestly, looking at them now, with Sirius’ leg slung over one of Remus’ and Remus’ long fingers in his grasp, you’re not sure which one of them you’d trade places with if you could.

Things have gotten…complicated, lately, though none of you are talking about it. Two weeks ago, James had kissed you, and you’d really, really liked it, but you’d felt obligated to confess your confusion to him. You do like James and want him to kiss you, but you can’t help feeling guilty for also harboring feelings for two other people at the same time. It wouldn’t feel fair to start something with James, who deserves all the best anyone has to offer, if you feel like you can’t be fully in it with him.

And of course you’d known he’d be cool about it, but you hadn’t expected him to truly understand. He’d told you that Remus had kissed him back before he and Sirius had gotten together, and James hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the other boy either. Neither of you had quite known how to move forward in light of your admissions, but you’d agreed to put things between the two of you on hold for the time being.

Then just yesterday, you’d been walking to class with Sirius, and he’d accidentally brushed your bum with his hand. The zing you’d felt was probably more a nervous response than anything else, but it had felt markedly different from the icky feeling you’d gotten when boys had touched you without your consent before. Sirius had been quick to apologize, and you’d waved it off, but you’d seen the look in his eyes. You aren’t usually one to flatter yourself by presuming anyone might have feelings for you, but the attraction in his gaze was unmistakable.

You haven’t said anything to anyone about that, but even now, when he’s half atop his boyfriend, Sirius’ eyes keep flitting to where you’re working on your homework.

“Anyone started on the potions essay?” Remus asks.

“No,” says James. “Have you?”

“No.”

You and Sirius both make quiet sounds of agreement.

It’s silent again, the only sound the gentle scratching of pen on parchment.

“Alright.” James sets his pen down with a thwap. “What’s going on with you guys?”

You look up, and he’s staring right at you.

“What, me?”

“Everyone!” James shakes his head. “No one is talking to each other. Did something happen?”

You press your lips together, but Sirius blurts, “I told Remus I was into Y/N.”

James blinks, looking about as shocked as you feel but without the added embarrassment. You wish, not for the first time, that you could apparate straight out of Hogwarts.

“It’s fine,” Remus says. “We’ve sorted it.” He gives you a kind look. “Don’t look so nervous, love, I wasn’t upset. It’s not like we don’t all have thoughts about other people sometimes.”

Sirius looks unsurprised, and you gather that was a part of the conversation they’d already had, but James nearly chokes on air.

“Do you?” he asks.

Remus flushes, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around Sirius’. “Sure. Sometimes.”

James and Remus’ gazes are locked, a sort of heaviness building in the air between them, and you hurry to dispel the tension. “I mean, you’re all very good-looking,” you laugh. “It’d be impossible not to notice each other.”

Sirius seems on board with your plan of levity, falling easily into his default flirtatiousness. “Yeah, gorgeous? Do you notice as well?”

For a second, your mouth works without sound, your thoughts flittering about your head like frenetic butterflies. You’re sure your face is turning a humiliating color. “I—I mean, like I said, it’s hard not to.” You clear your throat. “You don’t get to be the golden boys of Gryffindor for nothing.”

“And here I thought it was our brains.” Sirius grins, letting you out the trap he’d unintentionally ensnared you in. “Well, if we’re known for our looks, then it makes sense why you’re part of the group too.”

It takes you a second to catch his meaning, but you don’t miss Remus’ tiny nod of agreement.

“Wait a minute,” James says, still looking between the lot of you like he’s refereeing a particularly perplexing tennis match. “So…Sirius and…who all here likes who?”

You go mute, as do the other boys.

James nods, and he’s sticking his tongue in his cheek like he does when he’s nervous, but the set of his brows is resolved. “Okay, I can go first. I fancy each of you.”

You look over at Remus and Sirius, but neither of them appear as shocked as you’d think the profession would warrant. Sirius opens his mouth like he has something to say, then shuts it again.

“Trust me, I feel very weird about it,” James goes on anxiously. “I just wasn’t sure—”

“No, it’s alright.” Remus leans forward slightly, looking like he would reach out and comfort James if he were close enough. “I’ve…I’ve had similar thoughts.”

Sirius has ceased his toying with Remus’ hand, but he doesn’t let it go, looking down at their joined fingers. “Me too,” he says, not quietly but noticeably lower than his normal half-shouting volume.

“I never…I don’t really understand it all the way,” you admit. “But I think I like each of you too.”

There’s another agonizing silence. Remus starts to brush his thumb gently over Sirius’ knuckles.

“It doesn’t make any sense to me,” you say finally. “I see you two together, and I’m not jealous at all. But I like you both.” You look over at James, and your face hasn’t cooled at all, but it gets a new wave of heat now. “And you, too.”

James gives you a little smile, and it’s like he can’t help himself, reaching over to give your shoulder a tiny squeeze.

“I don’t think,” Remus says carefully, “that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean, it’s not like any of us doesn’t like anyone else, apparently. Just…what do we do about it?”

You and James exchange a look, but this suddenly feels like something you shouldn’t intervene in. You’re both single, but Remus and Sirius aren’t.

“Well,” Sirius drawls with a nonchalance that’s definitely forced but so familiar that you’re grateful for it anyway, “if it’s alright with you, I think I’d like to date.”

“You are dating,” you point out.

Sirius shoots you a mocking look. “Date all of you, smart-ass.”

James lets out a little laugh, and you smile a bit at Sirius’ brashness. The both of you look to Remus.

Remus only shrugs as if you’ve asked him to comment on the weather. “S’alright with me.”

James really does laugh now, the loud, hooting sound you love so much. “It’s alright? You really do know how to make someone feel special, Moons.”

“Fuck off,” Remus laughs. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“Um, that we’re the most attractive people you’ve ever seen and nothing would make you happier?”

“Well there you go, James. You’ve said it for me.”

The laughter dies out, the new awkwardness of more-than-friends settling over the four of you.

“Well shit,” Sirius says after a minute. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “You’re the only ones who have been in a relationship, what do you guys do?”

Sirius looks at Remus, and Remus looks back.

“What do we do?” Sirius whispers to him. “Do we…we go on dates sometimes, yeah?”

Remus nods, one corner of his lips twitching amusedly.

Sirius turns back to you and James, nodding decisively. “A date,” he announces. “Pick you all up in, uh, our common room at eight?”

“Eight is good for me,” James says, grinning so hugely you can’t help but smile with him. “Now, if we’re all done being weird—Y/N, lovely, could you help me with this charms homework? I’m dying over here.”

You scooch closer to him, peering at his parchment and wondering if now you can stop cataloging all the places your bodies touch, your shoulder brushing his upper arm.

“It looks fine to me,” you say after a moment.

“I know, sorry” James replies, leaning into you so that the warmth of his arm seeps into your skin. “It was a charade.”

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yuurei20 · 1 month ago

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Game-Prefect vs. Novel-Prefect(pt3): Book 1 (p2) (original question: "How are the game and novel prefects different?")

After hearing the names of the dorms for the first time Game-Prefect has the options to respond "That's a lot to take in" or "No way am I ever going to remember all that," but Yuuya just looks anxious without an audible reaction.

None of the following dialogue options exist in the novel (the botanical garden scene was removed, Leona's introduction rewritten into helping the prefect instead of threatening them):

・"He has dog ears!?" / "Muscley dog man, sure why not." ・"I am so sorry!" / "(Then maybe don't leave your tail on the path...?") ・"Are you...smelling me!?" / "I assure you, I bathe everyday!" ・"Please! I don't have dental insurance!" / "I can't afford to pay anything!" ・"Yeaah, I don't think the's the groundskeeper..." / "That guy reminded me of a lion." ・"It's great that you helped out around the house." / Sounds like you took good care of your mom."

After Deuce threatens the bullies over the broken eggs Yuuya responds, "Hey, hang on. Chickies? Deuce, calm down," while Game-Prefect can say either "D-deep breaths!" or "Now you're even acting like a punk..."

After Deuce admits to being a delinquent, Game-Prefect can say either "That's hard for me to picture" or "I did notice you had that vibe..." while Yuuya responds, "A d-delinquent?" with narration that he is shocked by the admission.

When Grim asks Deuce if "putting up with jerks" is what honor students do the prefect has the option to say "Grim's right!" or "Just make sure you don't overdo it," followed by either "Even honor students get angry sometimes" or "To be honest, I really enjoyed that."

In contrast, Yuuya gets a sizable monologue:

"'I'm grateful to you,' Yuya said. He took a deep breath. 'If I'd been by myself there, they probably wouldn't have let it go even if I had apologized. Who knows what would have happened? Maybe gritting your teeth and putting up with stuff isn't what being an honor student's about. I think that speaking up and saying something's bad when it's bad the way you just did is what an honor student would do.' // 'Fighting's not good,' Yuya continued, 'but that's exactly why I could never stop a fight like that. I think you're amazing.' 'Amazing?' Deuce repeated, like he'd been caught off guard. 'Yeah.' He nodded. 'I'm glad you're in the same class as me.' 'You are? That's the first time anyone's ever said anything like that to me.'"

Deuce later refers back to this interaction after they confront Trey:

"He patted Yuya's shoulder. 'And, Yu, you don't need to get all bummed out. It was thanks to you telling me that it was okay to go against the housewarden that I was able to stand up for Ace myself.' 'Huh?' Surprised, Yuya shook his head back and forth. 'I never said anything like that, though?' 'You told me that standing up and saying that something is wrong when it's wrong, instead of gritting my teeth and putting up with it, is also the honor student thing to do, didn't you?' Yuya gaped at Deuce as he realized he had indeed said that. He hadn't wanted to see Deuce looking so glum, not when he'd been so amazing and had stuck up for Yuya against those delinquents, so he'd tried to tell him everything he truly felt. But he'd never imagined that this would give Deuce the push he needed to stand up for Ace in such a dazzling way. Yuya nearly shouted with joy and awe at the thought that Deuce, a boy who seemed so fully developed, with his strong convictions, would be inspired by his own words."

#twstask #twisted wonderland #Kuroki Yuuya #twstprefect

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charlessainzz · 1 year ago

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Jealous Jealous Boy

alright here's the lando fic I promised. thanks to those that voted in the poll!

He was fuming. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. His fists clenched into balls at his side. His face twisted up with a sour look. It was all going according to plan. This was his karma.

This was not how you had envisioned your night going. You had started the night glued to your boyfriend, Lando. You both were yearning for a fun night dancing with your friends after a stressful race week. But here you were. On opposite ends of the bar mad at each other. If only he had kept his cheeky mouth shut.

Within an hour of the night, Lando had basically overindulged himself. Meaning…. His mouth doesn’t shut and he has no idea what’s coming out of it. What had happened was just a simple, stupid comment. But he made it and thought about it and that’s what stung. It was a comment about your new dress. You had already felt self conscious in it since it was more risque than usual. While sitting with your friends, Lando looks at another girl and points rather loudly, “Look babe! That girl’s dress is way prettier for you than what you have on! Ask her where she got it!”. You could feel your face melting off as the whole group’s eyes turned to you. That’s when you push him off your shoulders and stomped to the bar currently placing us in the current situation….

Knowing his eyes were on you, you continue to chat with the random guy at the bar. That’s when you feel his hand go lower and lower towards your bum. Suddenly, you hear chairs scrape across the bar as Lando and his friends sprang up from their seats and rushed towards you and the touchy rando. Before the boys reach you, your hand snatches the bar mans and throws it off your body. You pick up your drink and splash him in the face with your spicy margarita. The boys freeze to a stop doubling over with laughter. The random man wipes his face, nods, and walks away. Maybe a bit harsh coming from you but he had no right!

Lando slides next to you and gives you an uneasy smile. Holding his hands up he says, “Please ma’am don’t murder me with a margarita!”. You can’t help but give in and laugh. But then his comment comes back to your mind and you feel nauseous again. Lando can see the change in emotions and drops his head into his hands.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I wasn’t trying to be mean. I could tell you didn’t love being in this dress and I just wanted you to feel comfortable.” He explains. “Not that you don’t look…. absolutely beautiful. I can just tell this isn’t you”. His eyes meet yours and you see his genuineness. He knew you, he really did. He could tell you felt uncomfortable when you were too afraid to admit it yourself.

“I wanted to try something new”, you squeak. “I wanted to show you I could be like all those model girls that constantly stalk around the paddock”. You shield your eyes embarrassed by your admission.

“Oh y/n! You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I don’t need to see you in a super short dress to know that. Not that I’m complaining!”, he laughs. You look at him and smile. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you plead for him to take you home.

Being the gentleman he could be, he crouches down and scoops you up. Taking you home to get you into something more comfortable…. or should I say out.

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everytime i see the name v you can be assured that i am going to butt in.

honestly, v is definitely the type to hire a hitman just because he got in an argument with someone. sure, he could deal with it by himself — but he is a lazy bum and has his... "priorities".

v meeting up with the hitman and immediately his jaw falls off. the most he was expecting is a bald man in shades and a suit, not an incarnate of a divine being!

v watching hitman aim their sniper on the victim — he can't help but observe the focus in your eyes and the steadiness and precision of your hand near the trigger. he praises the beauty of your hands, and unfortunately, his mind got to wandering. thinking about how your hands would feel on his cock — would you focus on his cock like you focus the aim on your targets? would you stroke his cock with absolute precision?

he's put out of his state when he hears a 'bang!' and flinches.

"the job is done, mr. vince."

"could you... do me next?"

"..."

This is bullshit.

If he knew he had to go outside to have that bastard killed, he would've just done it himself.

V drums his fingers against the dinner table - eyes scanning the venue for anyone that might fit his imagined description of the person he's looking for. Rugged, shaven head, nice suit and tie - maybe a few visible scars from their line of work. While there a number of suits in a fine establishment, they were just the run of the mill rich assholes he'd grown accusation to through his life.

Sweat beading down his neck, V pulls at his collar. He hadn't even dressed up for his grandmother's funeral a year ago and now here he was in a nice button up and slacks for a complete stranger - and it isn't even for a date. If the waitress came by again to check if he was ready to order his tie would be an easy ticket out of here without the embarrassment of walking out looking like a dateless loser. He can already hear them laughing whichever way this goes. Frustrated, V folds his arms, shutting his eyes as tries to blend with the background of the uncomfortable booth he sat in. Maybe if he keeps them closed long enough when they open he'll be back at home - or dead. Either is an acceptable option at this point.

"Excuse me-"

V shoots up from his seat as warm breath fans his ear. The voice, no louder than a whisper, sends a chill down his spine as it flows from the lips of its speaker like smooth honey. A far cry from the unpleasantly sweet tone that waitress threw on to hide her thinly veiled annoyance at seeing V still hogging an empty table. He looks up at the looming figure at his table side - jaw slack as his eyes adjust to the light that envelopes them.

"I don't mean to interrupt whatever it is you are doing, but would you happen to be a Mr. Vincent Carbone?"

V's mouth opens like the jaws of a dying animal fighting for its final breath. The person before him was dressed in date casual clothing. He stares at their exposed collar from the lower cut of their shirt and toned muscles from their sleeves. He rubs at his eyes. This... couldn't be them. He had to be looking at a model. V's standards were pretty low his own admission, but from the way they carried themselves down to their physical attributes proved they were way out of his league.

"Yes... um, that's me... Just Vince is fine."

They tighten their lips with a small nod. V makes a note of how soft they look compared to his own chapped skin. He follows their every move as they sit down in their seat across from him - wasting no time as they pull a black folder from the brief case brought with them. He watches as their calloused fingertips turn each page - pondering what they might feel like around his-

"So - are you this guys secretary or....."

V flinches as their eyes snap up at him - emotionless face plagued by a hint of annoyance at his query. "I can assure you I do all of my work by myself, Mr. Carbone.... From the information you've given me, it appears you have had a fued with this person for quite some time despite numerous attempts to block and/or have them removed from the group of individuals you play games with, and wish to escalate matters further."

Breathing through their teeth, they shut the folder - placing it flat on the table. "Had I not done my research into your person, I'd consider this whole thing."

V feels tightness in the crotch of his slacks at the use of that word. Mr. Carbone. He's been referred to as such before, but the way it rolls off their tongue- V picks up his glass of water and fits it to his lips, trembling hands spilling the cool liquid all over his white shirt.

"R....research... You... know about me?"

"Yes. It's common for me to look into the backgrounds of all my clients. Make sure they have the funds to pay for my services and take note of what I can take as collateral if anything comes up. I know for certain you've got the cash, but the rest is still up in the air."

V swallows hard. "I already had the records of our conversation scrubbed and it's not like we talked much anyway... I don't trust cops much either."

Amused, the hitman's expression shifts from its blank slate for the first time as they offer him a small smile. "Good boy...."

V slaps a hand over his mouth to stiffle the whimper that almost slips out. The hitman retrieves a small flip phone from their briefcase and slides it across the table.

"From now on you will contact me from this device only. We will discuss how what methods you prefer in due time. Do you remember what else we talked about when we spoke over the phone?"

"Yea.... Half up front, half went it's done." V pulls a crumbled envelope from his pocket and hands it to them - savoring the brief moment of contact between his sweaty hands and the heat of their skin through their gloves. They count the bills briefly before sliding it into their back pocket. What V wouldn't do to be that piece of paper.

"I look forward to working with you, Sir. Something tells me we'll be hearing a lot from each other in the future."

".....you promise?"

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mummy-loves-crinklybottys · 25 days ago

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"Have you had any water this morning?"

I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.

There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

"Say it," I murmur.

"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.

I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."

He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.

"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.

He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.

He fills a glass and starts to drink.

"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."

He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."

I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."

He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.

He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.

I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.

"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"

I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.

"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"

I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.

I let the silence stretch.

I lock eyes with him.

"Come. Here. Now."

He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...

"I'm not asking again."

His arms drop. His shoulders dip.

"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."

His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.

"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."

Here he is.

My little whiney boy.

I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.

His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.

He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.

Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.

When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.

"Look sweetie..."

I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,

"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"

I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.

"Bum up for Mummy"

He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...

"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."

His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.

Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...

"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"

Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.

One on top of the other.

I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.

"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."

I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.

He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.

That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.

I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.

"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.

"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."

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