#I know it doesnt matter much right now but you do have a large corner of people who support you

[strawberrymatchawhore]

p power

rafe cameron

“take it from him and i leave him with nothing”

summary- john b cheats on you with sarah cameron you get revenge by getting with her brother

warning- DUBCON, sex under the influence, raw sex (wrap it folks), drinking, smoking, partying, fighting, sex tape (reader knows hes recording but doesnt know he sent it to her ex), semi public beach house sex, meanish pussy drunk rafe lol

you took a hit of your pen, gently coughing from the amount you just inhaled. you were currently in your boyfriends room, confronting him. you had caught john b cheating on you with sarah cameron, kook princess and someone you thought was your friend.

“can you not do that in my room? take this seriously.” john b said swiping his hands in the air to get rid of the cloud puffs floating. you scoffed, the audacity.

“i dont give a fuck about what youre asking for me to do right now john b, you cannot be for real about me taking this seriously.”

“i dont know what to tell you, she was going through something. she needed me.” john b gave his bullshit excuse which made you even more angry.

“what about me, did you even think about me for one bit before you decided to fuck her ?” you screamed at him, getting up from the couch ready to leave the room. as you have your hand on handle, john b grabs it. his large hand covers yours.

“i love you.. please” he pleads, eyes getting wetter.

“dont touch me with that dirty ass hand john b, i shouldve known. no matter how much i showed my love for you, no matter how much i cared. you will always choose her.” you gritted through your teeth.

“i-”

“no, its okay. im done with this shit.” your voice cracks and you slam the door in front of john b's face, driving away with tears blurring your vision.

AT THE PARTY

you strut your way into the party, the annual bonfire that happens the same week every year. you grab a pink solo cup and fill it to the brim with jungle juice. you had already pregamed before and begged your friend to drive you here, laughing at yourself when you caught yourself tripping over the pile of beer cans on the floor. obvious that you were feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol combining.

you were tired, physically and mentally, you couldnt deal with anyones bullshit anymore. especially after what happened earlier in the day, you just needed a break.

“what are you doing here ?” you heard a voice question from behind, you turned and saw rafe cameron looking at you up and down.

“oh hey rafey, nothing honestly just trying to forget shit you know ?” you down the rest of your drink and turn again to retrieve another cup. before you can take a sip out of it, it gets knocked down by rafe. who angrily walks over to john b and sarah cameron who were conversing with each other in the corner.

oh shit

“the fuck are you doing bro? chill.” john b says and backs up. sarah tries to intervene by calling his name and you just stand there interested in what was about to happen.

“you feel good about yourself ??” rafe pushes john b, getting ready to instigate a fight. you fight the urge to run up and defend your man. but you stayed still.

this is what he deserves

sarah cameron stops her brother in his tracks and tries to stop him, he ignores her.

oh yeah try to get him to stop, cheater.

“looks like you got my sloppy seconds... good luck with that. shes a real handful” john b insensitively says, rafe continues his way toward him. and within a second throws a hard punch to his face. john b falls to the ground and rafe looks over him.

“you like that shit johnny ? huh ?” he moves and hovers over john b's body, and continues to beat him unconscious. kiaras dad finally pulls them apart, and you walk over to rafe checking to see if he was okay. sarah starts to angrily push rafe, but he doesnt budge.

“sarah you better stop that shit before you end up on the ground just like john b.” you glared at her angrily and pushed her away before gently grabbing rafes arm and walking away with him.

……..

“jeez rafe you really fucked him up…” you said while wiping the blood off his knuckles with disinfectant. he winces when you finishes it off with ointment.

“yeah i dont know what i was thinking, i just.. its just that he pisses me off so much an-” rafe drunkingly rambled, you hesitated. but then losing to your own thoughts you grab his face and kiss him. you quickly pull away fluttering your lashes, mouth slightly open. taking short deep breaths in and out, nothing but the sound of waves crashing could be heard.

“fuck im sorry.” your voice cracked, tears forming in your eyes. you even shocked yourself with that action, moving your hand from your face you fidget with your bikini top. rafe then gently grabs your face and makes eye contact, kissing back but with more passion. everything in the room starts to blur and your focus is only on him. he pulls away and begins to hover over you. cornering you further into the plush couch.

“nah don’t apologize.. just kiss me back” rafe whispers into your ear making his way down to your neck, giving it light kisses and sucks. his hands wander around your body, you begin to grow desperate and grind yourself onto his thigh, hands rubbing his back. you grabbed his hair to pull him closer to you, he groans in response.

"you dont understand how badly i want you.." he kisses you deeper.

"..how badly i wanted to do this." he backs up and takes off his shirt, his abs and buff body glistening from the ocean water combined with the low light of the moon. he lowers himself and his hands reach for your bottoms, untying them then tossing them onto the floor.

your breathing hitches when you feel his cool breath on your pussy, rafes arms grab at your thighs and spread your legs open.

"oh fuckkk" you lightly moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit making slow but rough licks. rafe laughs and moans into you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he looks up at your and makes eye contact with your glossy glazed over eyes.

"you taste so fucking good." he continues to lap at your juices, you looked at the blonde. dazed and memorized by how pretty he was. forgetting all your worries and troubles because of how good he worked his mouth. it was over for you when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance.

the combination of his long thick fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and his mouth on your clit drove you over the edge.

"fuck, you gonna cum f'me? please cum baby." he slurps and fingers you faster, your chest heaves up and down before you cum all over his face and make a mess. but rafe doesnt stop there, he removes his fingers and uses both his arms to hold your legs open. continuing to eat you out.

"oh my go- fu- please.. too much! rafe please sto-" you mewl trying to close your legs to no avail.

"uh uh stay still f'me" rafe tuts, eventually he stops and gets up, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. he grabs your jaw and kisses you before taking off his shorts, the classic calvin klein banding accentuates his v line and you could see his bulge.

you sit up and your fingers hook at the band and pull his boxers down, immediately his cock springs up and hits his stomach. your eyes widened.

"its not gonna fit." you say, his tip is leaking with precum and you fight the urge to swallow him whole right then and there.

"dont worry it will." his hand pushes you back down and he uses his knees to spread your legs. rafe starts to rub himself up and down your pussy, circuling his tip around your clit. and you let out a satisfied hum. he was fighting the urge to just shove himself completely inside you and fuck you deep into the couch. rafe eyes your phone, and leans over to grab it.

he hovers the phone over your face and unlocks it, opening your messages app. he clicks on john bs contact and sees that he left 30+ texts, laughing at the idiot rafe then clicks on the camera feature.

“rafe w-what are you doing?" you asked, closing your legs shyly. your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"dont worry, just trust me." rafe responds, leaning down to kiss you sloppily before he pressed record on the camera. using his free hand to push your thighs apart he moves the camera closer to your bodies, your lower body and his are in view. rafe then uses his fingers to spread your lips, showing the camera your slick. he slides two fingers inside you and gives it a few pumps before he removed them.

"open up f'me." he gently taps your cheek and slides the two fingers into your now open mouth. his long fingers caressing your tongue, automatically you start to suck his fingers. cleaning them.

"thats it... good job baby." he admires the way your plump swollen lips wrapped around his fingers, at this point his cock was aching in need to pump you full of his cum. he must have you.

"please rafe.. need you." you whined and looked up at him, watery eyed and pupils blown. you desperately moved your hips, and thank god he started to rub your aching pussy with his cock again. the both of you were hungry and needy. gentle whines filled the room, and rafe eventually slid himself in.

"oh fuck." rafe dragged out, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

"youre so tight, holy shit. mmmmm." bottoming out he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. he was so long and thick, you felt every vein on it in your walls. you seriously had nothing to say, no words could have been let out to describe what you were feeling right now. pure ecstasy.

the both of you continued to say nothing as rafe sped up, drilling harder and faster into your wet pussy. his balls slapping against you ass, nothing could be heard besides moaning and the sound of his rough thrusts. you could barely see anything aside from rafes figure but you were sure that his back and biceps were now covered in scratch marks from you. the bright flash of the camera blinding you, you've never been filmed like this before. and the thought of you being slut out on camera made you even more wet.

"such a good fucking slut for me, youre takin' me so well." his free hand gripping tight on the fat of your hips to guide himself against your sweet spot.

"oh FUCK!" you let out a combination of a moan and scream when he continued to hit that spot, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

"does your ex fuck you like this?" he slows down his pace, but you were too fucked up to respond.

"huh?" he asked and slid out just to snap hips back into you bringing you back to reality.

"no! oh fu- youre so much bigger.." you moaned, your pussy leaving a white ring at the base of rafes cock.

"yes yes yes. ah!" you whined when he sped up, which you didnt think was possible. rafe was pounding you so hard you were seeing stars. your hand went to cover your mouth but rafe slapped it away, and put it on your lower stomach.

"dont do that i wanna hear you moan f'me."

"you feel that?" rafe asked, you could see his cock bulging from your stomach.

"god- squeezing me so fucking tight..." rafe grunted, and lowered his hand to rub circles on your clit. your mouth slack and open, boobs bouncing up and down from rafes thrusts.

rafe wasnt even sure if he was getting all of this on frame, he was jackhammering into you like he hated you. he relished in the way your cunt clenched around him like you were made for him. and he was sure you were. all perfect, pretty and stupid for him.

"rafe i feel like im gonna pee, stop!" you screamed out and gripped his bicep. your stomach burned in pleasure and you felt like it was going to explode.

"pl-please oh my god, oh... my"

"thats it baby, squirt all over my fucking cock. youre so pretty like this." your eyes started water even more, he was fucking you so good you stared crying. overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and feelings.

"so cute when you cry for me, if you keep doing that im gonna cum inside you." embarrassed you turn your head away and shake your head, the squelching and sight of your cunt was so sloppy and messy. rafe gripped your jaw and forced you to look at the camera.

"open your eyes sweetheart, keep looking at me." his fingers made their way down to your throat and squeezed.

"fuck." he whimpered, rafe has never done that before. the both of you were shocked but youve never been turned on this much.

"mmm keep doing that, you sound so fucking hot rafe." you urged him.

"im gonna cum, can i cum inside you? please baby" he begged, his thrusts becoming less controlled.

"yes, fuck. i need you to fill me right now. i wanna see your cum dripping out of me, breed me." the both of you were whiney, your cheeks were wet and your legs were shaking and sore.

"shit, you are so perfect.. this pussys so p-perfect." rafes body was tired, rutting into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. his tip twitching inside you before he came deep into your cervix, making sure to push every ounce of his seed inside you before pulling out. and filming your dripping cunt before he ended the video.

rafe didnt have evil intentions but he wanted to let john b know what he lost, who would want to miss out on a girl like you?

*attached video*

"shes busy rn bro"

5 hours later you were laying next to a knocked out rafe, finally sobering up you went to check your phone. the most recent message being from none other than your ex.

why is he spam texting me?

"what the fuck? youre such a bitch" the text read, confused and curious you decided to scroll up. only to get surprised by a video of you and rafe from earlier. you dropped the phone in shock and turned to see rafe who woke up from the sudden sound. you picked your phone back up and shoved the phone into rafes face.

“what the fuck is this rafe?!"

[xamaxenta]

Through a startlingly clever use of confusion encantation, it’s student level script work, nothing Donquixotes sorcerers would bother screening for, Marco sways the bidding in his favour

But he doesn’t trust Doflamingo to let go of his prizes, named so at his own discretion mind you, so easily

It could be a trap and it would not take long to glean the bond magics that Marco refused to let go of all this time

Its been seven years, seven years without his knight, his betrothed, his heart of hearts, Doflamingos ashen heart wouldnt ever understand the beautiful simplicity of soulmates

Marco is more than willing to bloody his claws with would be innocents should they try and keep what he has won from playing their sordid games

And he’s right there’s layers upon layers of white lies and wordplay, perhaps Dressrosa goes up in flames

Marco wouldnt know anything about this though because the magical wards binding Ace to this wretched rock wrought structure are nothing in the wake of his ancient fury

Complex spells of modern weaving splinter and disintegrate beneath the raw surge of primal something that it almost blinds him, but the look on his treasures face, the realisation of his freedom at hand

The recognition, a battle scarred hand touches his face,his knight may be scarred and wrung thin but its still Ace

“You have not aged a day since I last saw you.” Ace speaks up, his voice rusty and low from misuse

“How could I? Heart next to mine, I died the day you were lost to me.” Marco doesnt know what to do anymore, feels beyond unhinged, blue flame licks off the tips of his hair and flickers in his peripherals as soft iridescent plumage

“I must be unsightly.” Ace smiles blithely, it sits wrong at the corners of his mouth and Marco pursues relentlessly

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, nuzzles into the hand sinking through his plumage, his Ace has never been a good liar no matter how much he tries, he’s too honest and loyal to his steadfast morals its why he’s loved him so deeply, refused to let go of him

“I can prove it.” Marco adds when Ace seems at loss for words, anything to keep him talking, aching to hear him

“you are far too persuasive for your own good, your highness.” Ace retorts, colour rises fetchingly beneath the grime the blood and the sweet smatter of freckles across his face

“I only speak the truth.” Marco can scarcely believe it that he’s here, they are safe, tucked away in Marco’s thrice concealed cabin on the discreet sail ship that had brought him to Dressrosas shores in the first place

“A rosy truth. Must be nice to look through tinted glass.” Ace murmurs and Marco sighs wanting when someone moves, maybe its him maybe its in tandem, exhales shyly into the press of their mouths

“You know what would be nice?” Marco whispers against dry sun chapped lips

“Mm?” Ace indulges him, he always does, always the attentive darling that he is

“To continue where we left off.”

Ace pulls away with a startled blush, steel eyes hardened from the stress of constant survival now wide at his implication

“You-“ he looks between them at his own frankly haggard appearance, “—want?”

“I want.” Marco confirms, his voice firm and his expression achingly soft, “As you are.”

“Oh.” Ace breathes, and then he shuffles close puts those mouthwateringly large hands around the smallest point of Marco’s waist

“Where were we exactly?” Ace asks after a moment of furrowed concentration, his thumbs stroke into the dips of Marcos hips and his hums happily, arches into the touch, “my memorys a little foggy.” He smiles, genuine. Charming that boyish lopsided handsome all toothy smile of his and Marco falls in love for the nth time

“Heres a little reminder then.” Marco teases him softly, snaps his fingers and the afterimage of a veil, silk, white and purple overlays them for a blink and then its gone, their wedding night and Ace stares at him his mouth slack in realisation, Marco opens his own, about to ask what was wrong when Ace moves, the pressure of his influence laying him flat, the sailship rocks once, twice from the shockwave that pulses throughout metal and wood

Hands skim up his casual day finery and burn away the fastenings, until he was stripped bare and open beneath a ravenous beast, Marco tips his head back and offers himself as the wanton sacrifice, his question is absolute and the answer is snarled into the hollow of his throat, the sting of teeth sweetening the promise.

“It would be my greatest pleasure.”

Ultra horny concept

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can I request a platonic story where reader is a child who is caught wandering around alfies “bakery” and she says she was just there looking for some bread to eat bc she lives on the streets? Maybe Alfie would take her in and adopt her? 💖 Sorry if this doesnt make sense

Dear Anon,

I loved writing this request so much I might write it twice. I couldn't help myself when making my new request list, I just really had to write this one today. It gave me a deep sense of warmth and I guess that's just what I need right now. Thank you for waiting!

Hope you enjoy it! XO

Part Two

Warnings: starving little girl, clear signs of emotional distress, all of it for the hurt comfort.

Walking along the street as the sun started to descend in the sky, you felt your usual sense of panic benign to wash over you. Where were you going to hide for the night? Being on the streets was much better than in the orphanage, but that didn't mean it wasn’t both hard and very scary. 

You started to realize that you had walked to a part of the city you hadn't been to before. Lots of dark ally ways and there wasn't the usual crowd of people to hide amongst. 

The fear in your tummy only multiplied as your eye was caught by a scary-looking man. He started to move across the street towards you and you began to run as fast as your little legs could carry you. The man looked like a pirate, an evil, spooky pirate. You noticed a shop with glowing yellow light pouring out of it and ran down the alleyway running along the side of it. You watched from behind a large dumpster as the man walked past the entrance, moving down the street away from you. 

You took a deep breath and your stomach growled painfully at the smell of fresh bread. Looking up at a back door you turned the knob trying your luck. 

Bless, the knob turned easily opening the door to unveil what looked like a large kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the heat stinging your skin, the warm glow of the lights made the place look just like how you imagined heaven would feel. 

Warm and inviting you toddled around looking for a trash can, something that would have scraps in it. You didn't want to steal away anything of value, even if you didn't get caught it wasn't right to take things that didn't belong to you. You stuck to your principles even if your tummy disagreed. 

You rounded the corner of a tall counter and found a silver pale of potato skins. They were slimy but better than nothing. You grabbed the pale and pulled it around the corner. Placing a few pieces into your mouth and chewing them. 

Other than the texture they only tasted like dirt which wasn't half bad. When impossibly large hands wrapped around your sides and snatched you up into the air you let out a loud scream of surprise. 

���Fucking hell!” You were placed down on a countertop and you looked up at a large man with a scruffy beard. Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization hit you that there was no way to escape from someone so much bigger than you. “Nah - Nah, love I don’t do crying now.” He made a shhsh-ing noise to calm you. You tried to stop crying but you couldn't stop shaking no matter how hard you tried. 

“Sir - please I -sorry - I -I Just - I was hungry - the potato - I -sorry” You burst into tears again as he looked you over. You took in the size of his hands coupled with the heavy rings on his fingers. There wasn't any possible way someone could survive a beating by him. You were sure of it. You cried harder knowing this was your final act. 

He just picked you up and you tried to pray, but you were too scared to get the words out. The man pressed you against his shoulder cradling you gently. The air left your tiny lungs at the sensation. 

“There we go, just settle down.” He boomed and you flinched. He carried you through the place and you tried to memorize all the turns he took as he moved past the bakery into the warehouse in the back. Various men started at you causing you to tuck your face against his neck hoping it would hide you. 

He shut the door to his office and sat down still holding you tightly. 

“Now, let's get down to business. No crying eh?” You nodded against his shoulder still too afraid to speak. He placed you down to sit on his desk. “Let’s start with the obvious. Where're your parents?” 

You swallowed hard trying to speak but your breaths were shaky, eyes welling up. You just shook your head hoping he understood. 

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Fucking fuck. The last thing he wanted to deal with was accusations of being alone in an office with a little girl. But feeling her flinch in his arms as he carried her past people he figured getting her alone was the best way for her to talk to him. 

Sitting her down he watched her shake her head, eyes filled to the brim with a thousand horrors. No parents. He hated what he was about to ask her.

“Parents you don't like or dead parents?” He was blunt and he already knew from the way her face fell that it was the latter. “What orphanage?” 

“No please- don’t.” Her little hand grabbed his as she pleaded with him. “Just put me back o-o-outside.” 

“Can’t place you outside. It’s fucking freezing.” He answered mentally kicking himself for swearing at her. She looked so desperate and small, little things like this can’t be left out in the cold. She was practically a baby, no where would be safe enough for something so delicate? How she was managing outside a mother’s womb was a mystery to him. They should stay inside for as long as possible, he thought to himself, at least long enough to come out fighting.

He looked at her and realized it didn't matter how big she got, he couldn't stomach the thought of her fighting anything.

“Look you can stay here alright” The words fell out of his mouth and he decided that God must have put them there. She looked at me with suspicious eyes, like she had already learned the hard lesson of why you don’t trust men. 

“Can I carry you to the kitchen upstairs?” He watched as she decided to take the risk, the word kitchen implied food, and he could tell she was hungry. Fuck, she was eating raw, dirty, potato peels, the kid was very hungry. She gave him a nod, and his heart lurched as she settled back in against his shoulder. 

He climbed the stairs slowly, trying to do anything possible to avoid scaring her to tears again. When he opened the door to his apartment the dogs raced to him jumping up. He felt her squeal, pulling his beard trying to avoid falling into them. 

“S’alright. They are friendly beasts. DOWN!” He shouted at them and they fell into line and she burst into tears at the volume of his voice. 

How on earth had she managed out there on the streets? The dogs settled and she took a deep breath. 

“Sorry, sir.” She said with a wobbling lip. 

“Do you want to pet them?” He thought it would give her something to do while he made her something to eat. “They won’t hurt you.” 

Suddenly he wondered if the sheer size of them would be a threat to her tiny frame. Instead, he bent down with a protective arm between her and the dogs. Enough to pull her up if needed. He watched her relax in their presence starting to laugh at the texture of their wet noses pressing against her face. He took her through to the kitchen putting her down on the tiles where he could watch her. Cyril curled around her and she leaned into him scratching his ears. The other dogs were watching his every move wanting dinner. 

He cooked her up some hot broth and threw together some meat and vegetables. She reluctantly moved away from Cyril to sit up at the table. He grabbed some couch cushions so she could reach the table and sit down next to him. 

The dogs slobbered noisily and he watched her go right for the hunk of meat. Awkwardly biting on it the best she could.  

“Stop before you hurt yourself.” He pushed the bowl of broth towards her and leaned over to cut the piece of meat into manageable bite sizes. He watched as she suspiciously slurped down the broth, assuming he would take the plate away or eat it himself. 

“There - now chew it slowly or you’ll get sick.” He warned her and watched as she ate as slow as she could manage. 

“Thank you, sir,” she said when her plate was clean. He thought of giving her more but realized it would only make her sick. 

“You can call me Alfie, love.” 

“Alfie” She ran the name around in her mouth, curiosity evident on her face. “Why are you letting me stay?”

“God wouldn't think it right to send you back out there.” He answered simply leaning back into his chair. 

“Are you Jesus?”

“Not even close. Not even going start up about him though.” He enjoyed watching her ask only questions kids would. Not understanding the complications of the world or what not to say. 

“I prayed for you and here you are. So you must be someone? An angel?” Her words were so pure it burned his chest as if he was unworthy of hearing such things. His heart gave a painful twist at the look of sheer adoration on her little face. 

“No, love. Don’t worry. Angel or not I’ll protect you best I can, eh?” 

She gave him a little nod. She let out a large yawn and he realized he was going to have to do something about bathing her before putting her to bed. He didn’t have any sisters or a mother to handle such things.

Instead, he did the next best thing he could think of. 

“We have to get you cleaned up.” He picked her up taking her towards the bathroom, Cyril following along as if he already knew what his new job in life was. He placed her on the floor and handed her a small towel from the top cupboard. “Just get undressed and wrap up in this yeah?” 

“Okay,” She agreed easily. She trusted him way too much for his comfort. He turned around and waited till she was covered up before turning around to run a bath. 

 Soon he had her up to her chin in warm water and fat bubbles. Cyril sat with his head at the edge of the tub watching her. He hoped that putting the dog between them would make her feel safer. He started to comb the knots out of her hair, resorting to using baking grease to work the knots out. 

She looked like a small cherub with her now clean skin and rosy cheeks. “Stay here and don't drown, try to scrub yourself everywhere else while I'm gone” he instructed before leaving to get something for her to wear. 

He gave her the smallest shirt he owned, uncomfortable with the way it almost slipped off of her. Leaving her with Cyril he went downstairs and sent out an order for someone to come back with some clean clothes and a coat for a girl. He motioned about what size and didn't receive any nonsense questions back. 

Coming back upstairs he saw that she’d wrapped her and Cyril up in the quilt on the couch. He was uneasy about this but he picked her up and listened to her groggy mumbling. 

He placed her on the side of the bed, watching Cyril look from her back up to him in confusion and conflict. 

“Me too buddy. Go on then ya big mutt.” Cyril hesitantly got up on the bed he knew was forbidden, and he was happy to see her curl into his side. 

“Sleep well little one.” He turned the light out leaving the door open in case she needed him. 

In case she needed him. The thought echoed. 

Bloody fucking hell, he had to fix this as soon as possible.

He sprawled out on the tiny couch trying to think this whole thing through. He knew of a place she could go. Place that he trusted. 

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Waking up you panicked not knowing where you were at first. You were trapped in a tangled white shirt. You got yourself free and looked around. The room was towering with books and all sorts of things. You resisted the urge to touch and just observed the various statues and paintings on the walls. 

Looking out the door you remembered the rest of the apartment looked much the same. Memories of Alfie came flooding back to you and you wondered where he had gone to. 

Had he left you? 

Your chest tightened not liking the way being apart from him made you feel. Small breaths came in and out of your chest as you held on to Cyril. At least he was here, his calm manor told you that nothing could be wrong. 

A loud grumbling tore through the place and you jumped and resisted the urge to cry. Hiding under the quilt you heard the sound continue to ring out. Eventually, you needed the bathroom and you desperately wanted to find Alfie again. You climbed down off the bed, landing on your bottom with a thud. 

You crept out of the room with Cyril behind you and kept high alert for whatever type of beast creating that noise. You caught sight of Alfie, your initial reaction was that he looked like a fallen angel. Sprawled out, that beast must have killed him. 

Till you saw the rise and fall of his chest and a horrid snore fall from his parted lips. You realized your stupidity and made your way to the bathroom. 

Not sure what else to do you climbed back up on the bed and curled up with Cyril. 

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Alfie woke up unsure why his whole body hurt and unaware of why he was so fucking uncomfortable. He sat up hissing at his body’s protests and let out a loud yawn.

He got up and saw your tiny figure laying on his bed whispering secrets to Cyril.

“Good morning.” He watched you jump and wondered if it was better if he just whispered everything from now on. 

“Morning Alfie!!!” you chirped happily. 

“I have a phone call to make then I’ll get you some breakfast.” He watched you struggle to get down from the bed and he helped you then watched as you followed him out to the kitchen. Alfie opened the door and saw a few packages wrapped in brown paper. He placed them on the floor at your feet. 

“Put something on while I make a call.” He moved to get on the phone. 

“Shelby.” 

“Thomas, look I need a favor. A spot at your fancy pants school of yours.” 

“Not a school Alfie,” Tommy responded sounding exacerbated making Alfie’s temper flare. 

“Whatever the fucking thing is You teach 'em the important stuff with clothes, food, all that stuff.” 

“Not personally but yes, that’s generally what's provided.” 

“I need a spot.” 

“You have a kid you want to put in an orphanage?” He let out a long sigh.

“Found her on the street. Can’t put her back out there.” He asserted. 

“Fair enough. Bring her around and I’ll meet you there.” He hung up the phone and Alfie thought it was bold of him to assume he knew where the bloody place was. Of course, he knew, but still. 

He put the phone down with an aggravated sigh. Turning around he saw you struggling with your dress. He helped with the buttons on the back. 

“Better isn't it?” He said looking over your new outfit. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, emotions too evident in her face. He cooked her a big breakfast and agreed that Cyril could come with them on their outing.

“Alfie where are we going?” She asked him nervously as he approached the car. He placed her in the seat next to him, before picking her up again not liking the way she could bounce around in the seat. She settled against him not questioning it. 

“Taking you to a friend.” 

“Why?” 

“He owns a place for lost children. A nice place with maths and enough food.” He was already worried about it. What if they weren't good to her? What if he couldn't visit? What if she got adopted by people he didn't like?

She was defenseless, anyone could take what little innocence she had left. His stomach twisted. He felt her body tense up, little hands digging into his coat. 

“No. Please -” She buried her face into his neck knowing better than to argue. He thought long and hard about the situation. 

He didn't know how to parent or father a kid, let alone a tiny girl. When kids were this small they were meant to be an extension of their mother. Mothers were built to care for their young and turn them into proper people, while fathers just protected both of them and put food on the table. What happened after that stage he had no fucking clue. 

“Let’s go look at the place and if you don't want to go, you can stay with me. How bout that? Leave it in God’s hands?” 

She nodded against him and figured that was best. She eventually shifted to watch the blurry streets pass them by. 

He caught Thomas giving him a disapproving look as they approached him. 

“What's this then?” He motioned to your comfortable position tucked against his shoulder. 

“What’s what?” Alfie snapped defensively. 

“Alfie. Look at her.” 

“What about her?” He looked down at you. There may have been the slightest bit of baking fat still left in your hair, but he’d tried to hide it by pulling it back with a ribbon. But you had respectable clothing and looked like a sweet little girl. A sudden sense of violence washed over him at whatever Thomas was implying. 

He made that stupid face where his eyes got all wide, mouth agape at the obvious. 

“You can’t leave her here now.” 

“It’s up to her. She has the opportunity to go if she wants one.” He said angrily. 

“She’s not going to want to go now though,” Tommy said raising a hand to brush along her tiny knuckles. Holding on to his coat tight enough to make them turn white as snow. She flinched and Alife thought he might actually shoot the fucking bastard. 

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you.” He growled. 

“My point exactly.” He made that almost smiling face. “It’s a good look for you.” 

“Piss off.” 

“Alfie I’m serious. The kid looks terrified and you're -” 

“She wouldn't be so scared if you weren't acting like a fucking creep.” 

“Wouldnt matter, when they're little like that they’re like dogs-” Alfie pointed a finger at him in a warning. “Food, kindness, she’s not going to want to go with anyone else.” Tommy made a point of gazing down a Cyril. Alfie was frustrated but for a moment he could see something in Thomas’s eyes. 

He was giving Alfie an out. He could hand her over to Thomas get in his car and fuck off - well, they both knew that he couldn't. But at least this way it was Tommy’s fault.  

“Do you want to go look around,” Alfie asked her softly.

“No, please just - stay. I can work in the bakery - I’ll” 

“Hush none of that.” Alife stopped her, and Tommy gave the two of them a soft look. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing."

"Lizzie and I are only a call away.” He put his cigarette out. Alfie wasn't fond of having his child around such people.

“I’ll see you around then,” Tommy responded with a nod and he walked back to his car. 

He settled into the back seat and thought long and hard about how to do this. He’d need a bigger space, parenting books -

“Alfie?” She piped up and he moved her to sit on his lap. 

“Yes, love?’ 

“Thank you for keeping me.” She looked up at him with the big eyes and he knew in his heart that he had chosen the right path

“Don’t mention it darling.” 

“Alfie?” She asked again.

“Yes?” He sighed hoping all the emotional nonsense was done for the day 

“I have to pee” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose trying not to get frustrated. 

__________________________________________________________

Alfie clears out his study to make her a bedroom. He’s amazed at how quickly she grows, and how many questions she asks the more comfortable she became. 

He watches her get panic attacks and hates how the sight takes the air from his own lungs. Protecting you is the only thing that keeps him level-headed. Scooping you up into his arms, unable to hold you gently. If something had caused the issue he’d handle it, if you just got overwhelmed he would sing to you. Rocking you in his arms. 

He eventually finds someone he knew from his community that he trusts to watch her. Sarah and him get to know each other. He realizes that she’s got more smarts than he realized. Learning more about all kinds of things at the dinner table with the two of you than he had at school. Alfie avoids his feelings forever because he feels it would be extremely improper to put an employee in that position. To fire her meant breaking your heart. So so sos sososososos much tension before she eventually can’t take it and kisses him in the kitchen after you’d gone to bed one evening.  

Alfie is extremely protective of you. If you're not with him you're with Sarah. People weren't allowed to touch you or even really approach you. Everyone knew who your father was and what would happen if they were even slightly involved in endangering you. 

 It wasn't till you were older that it got annoying. 

You know that if you're scared you go right to him no matter what. After a particularly bad dream, you go tearing through the apartment determined to launch yourself at him before any shadow monsters snatch you. “Daddy!” You called out like you always did as you opened the door.

When you land on a body you realize your spot on his bed is occupied by Sarah. Alfie sits up and before he can freak out about it. You just sigh “Thank God! You are both here. I just had the worst dream ever.” You settle your sweaty shaking body between the two of them. Finding a different sense of comfort. Alfie pulls you close, unable to sleep with the current situation, not sure how to feel about Sarah being next to you running her fingers through your long hair. The whole thing was a big step, something he had planned out perfectly, and yet you had already become at peace with it. You accept her as your family and he proposes. 

When she’s older she hangs out down at the tracks eventually making friends with Charlie Shelby. Things between them start and a whole messy summer of backseat kissing and sneaking around starts. It ends when she comes home past curfew and sees Alfie absolutely beside himself. She tried to lie but she’s never been able to lie to him. She bursts into tears making him assume something horrid has happened and she has to calm down and explain she was out on a date – this didn't go over very well - then tells him who she was out with. It was a long night. He sent her to bed upset, neither of them talking to each other.  That night stretched on an eternity. He sat there trying to understand her, wishing she’d not been that upset. Her hurtful words echoed in his mind. He knew that Sarah had gone between the two of you ensuring everyone would survive the night before going to sleep, but he still worried. 

In the morning he brought her a mug of coffee, pulling her into a crushing bear hug. He apologized for sending her to bed upset, they both agree to always work things out no matter how painful and to never tell lies to each other. 

He makes an effort to handle the situation well, something that becomes much easier when he sees how much it frustrates Tommy. The sense of competition beings and he does his best to be the fun dad.

Lizzie and Sarah get a long like a house on fire keeping an eye on their kids and their husbands.

[yawnjunn]

carnival dates - yeonjun

☆ txt's comeback is around the corner lol just a reminder

╰┈➤ yeonjun x gn!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: non, just fluffs and yeonjun being a softie :)))

"yeonjun, its been like 5 tries, we dont have to get the teddy bear its okay" you sighed as you watch your poor boyfriend trying to shoot a ball to knock down the cans...just to only fail

mhm, you guessed it. Its already been 5 tries and he still couldnt take down ONE can, cant you believe?

now you regret when you said you wanted that big teddy bear that was hanging by the booth, and now you gotta witness your boyfriend trying to get it for you no matter what

"just a moment sweetie, i will get it for you"

"i said we don-"

"sh shhh" he hushed you as he procced to TRY shooting down the cans as if hes not been doing that for the past 15 minutes

to your surprise, he actually managed to knock down a can, this got him cheering and getting excited like a little kid

you smiled at the sight of him enjoying himself for the night since its been like weeks or even months that you guys enjoyed a date like this

"y/n, heres your teddy bear" as he handed you the large sized teddy bear that you said you wanted, he also made sure to give you a goofy smile aswell

you teased him by grabbing the bear but not saying anything and just walked away from him with a smirk

"y/n!! not even a thank you?" he pleaded as he chases after you, bringing you into a tight back hug

"junnie, youre heavy you know that" you taunted, followed by a sarcastic eye roll

"are you calling me fat?"

"fat? since when did i say that"

"sounds like it" he pouted

you gently let go of his arm that was wrapped up around your waist, turning your whole body to face him

"being heavy doesnt mean youre fat, dummy"

but still, his pout didnt turn into a smile as you expected

you knew the only way to turn that pout of his into a smile is by kissing him

so you did what you had to do, you gave him a peck on the lips

as expected, he gave you a dorky smile which made you giggle

"that kiss wasnt enough....maybe try giving me another kiss, but much more passionate and slower this time please?" he begged, giving you his failed attempt puppy eyes

"yeah...no, thats gonna turn into a full makeout session"

"yeah and what about it?"

you gave him the 'are you kidding rn?' look which got him giggling

"im just joking dont worry, im not gonna makeout with you infront of hundreds of people.....unless...."

you hit his shoulder lightly which you receive another giggle from him

"OH a photobooth!! lets go!!" he widen his eyes as soon as he spotted a photobooth just right infront of you both

he grabbed your hand so quickly to the point you didnt even notice he was already dragging you along with him

you only spot one stool in the middle of the photobooth. who tf puts a seat, to be more specific, ONE stool in a photobooth? you questioned

"looks like it has only one seat" yeonjun smirked, as he sat down on the stool, pulling you into his lap

"no funny businesses in here, we're just taking a quick picture and thats it no hours and hours of making out" you pointed at him with a serious yet joking tone

"aww man, you just read my mind" he pouted as if to show that hes slightly disappointed

you rolled your eyes jokingly as you felt a kiss on your cheek

"okay okay lets start" yeonjun proceeds to click the start button, which sets off a timer

3...

"wait wait what should my pose be" you panicked

2...

"anything" yeonjun calmly replied as he posed himself with a peace sign

1...

you finally decided what to pose....squishing yeonjun's face.

as soon as the timer goes off, it made a clicking sound, notifying you that photo #1 has already been taken

"okay second pose babe" yeonjun did the half heart pose, signaling for you to do the other half

3...

2...

before it hits 1, yeonjun kissed your cheek which caused you to grin alot harder, almost bursting into a giggle

1...

2nd photo had already been taken, now for the last picture

3...

"shall we kiss for this one?" yeonjun smirked

2...

"you read my mind" you respond, giving him a soft smile before leaning into him for a passionate yet loving kiss

1...

'your photos have been successfully taken' as the monitor infront of you said....but that doesnt stop you guys from kissing

before it turns into a full makeout session, you quickly pulled away, catching your breath

"what did i just tell you about making out?"

yeonjun sheepishly grinned at you, showing you that hes 'oh so innocent'

you rolled your eyes jokingly as you got off his lap to take those 2 photostrips

you gave one to yeonjun for him to look at

"we look so adorable in here, no wait YOU look adorable" he then proceeds to put his photostrip in his wallet

"Im keeping it forever" he said, giving you a smile before he kissed your forehead

"now...shall we get some cotton candy to share?" yeonjun wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading the way for you

"mhm we shall" as you both looked at each other like two teenagers in love or something

[oriigirii]

Streamer MC headcannons with the brothers 💞

"You were quite a known face on social media back in the human realm, playing games, doing unboxings, just vibin in general, fans around the globe looked forward to your streams a lot! However, considering the sudden (unannounced) invitation to the exchange program, you had to leave all of that behind out of the blue. It wasn't as bad at first, but you have to admit you do miss the feeling of being able to do goofy shit online. Luckily for you, with the advance technology of Devildom and some spicy magic, the internet had synced with the human realm, and thats when you decided to finally re-enter the streaming scene. How will the brothers react upon seeing your peculiar past time?"

Head empty, No thoughts aside from the brothers just bothering the MC while they stream so here you go haha

Warnings: None, just crackhead energy and a lotta mispellings

Gender: Neutral!

Hotel: Trivago

* [ ಠ╭╮ಠ ] Lucifer *

{How did he know about your career?}

I honestly don't see him as someone who goes on the internet a lot

(He screams boomer to me, change my mind)

He doesn't have the time either, he's too focused on work!

So him finding out is gonna take a while

But! He did find out the hard way when shrilled screaming was heard from your room when he was passing by with some paper stacks in his arms (courtesy of Diavolo)

This man felt his instincts kick in, he ran as fast as he could, papers forgotten, and he immediately slammed your door open. Splinters scattering around, your door definitely damaged, as his eyes held a glare and his demon form was out, wings spread in a threatening display.

He was ready to beat someone's ass as he had thought someone had hurt you in here.

But all hes met with is you, infront of your chair and PC, and a game over on the screen...

To say he was unamused was an understatement cause you just lost your internet priviliges for giving him a heart attack (He said it was because you were being rowdy and noisy but with what you saw you knew that wasn't the case)

Good luck tryna puppy-eye your way to his heart to let you continue streaming lol.

If by some miracle you managed to wriggle your rights back from his hands, he'd warn you not to be so loud next time.

You already learnt your lesson though~ (Hopefully)

{How does he feel about your streams?}

Not everyone's the same, so if you were the shy soft streamer who does more art streams or something akin to a podcast, you can bet that Lucifer will be putting you on while he works, he kinda knows your streaming schedule at this point and if you were running late, he'd force one of his brothers to take over your dish washing duties or any chores you were stuck with

If you were the loud obnoxious meme type, hed still try to watch out of curiosity, and as much as he appreciates that you were getting comfortable here in Devildom with how you laugh and joke around, he still can't approve of it. Its too loud, its much like his brothers energy and he has enough of that already, so he probably doesn't watch as much.

He has countlessly came to your room to shush you and at this point your fans had made a compilation of each time Lucifer had barged in to tell you off

Look he likes it when you scream, but not when hes in the middle of work okay--

At this point, chat has deemed Lucifer as dad and you as their mom/dad.

If he ever catches wind of this he'd definitely be teasing you in private for centuries to come.

Overall fine with it, as long as don't do something stupid on stream.

* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Mammon*

{How did he know about your career?}

I would say he found out by him crashing into your streams midway but that's too predictable, hence why you've Mammon-proofed your bedroom during streaming hours!

Thanks to our wizard daddy, you have managed to cast a simple lock spell on your door and as well as a sound proofing

You love your broke idiot, but you did wanna keep the tone of your stream today a bit more chill, you wanted to have a proper Q&A with your fans to hopefully clear any bad vibes around your 3 month disappearance.

When Mammon has learnt your door was locked he definitely was a bit pissy, he knocked on your door loudly even and was calling out for you to let him in, but to no avail.

Bro he's scared.

He usually was allowed to enter, and you usually answered if you did need to be left alone for a bit, so just leaving him hanging got his mind racing and he had to press up his ear on the wooden door to try and hear if you were okay

When this continues on he finally resorts to getting help, but the only one in the house ws Levi, so he kicks down HIS door.

Levi boutta summon Lotan for interrupting him honestly

But as Mammon exclaim you weren't answering and he worried for your wellbeing, Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs,

"Idiot Mammon, they're streaming don't bother them…"

Streaming? why didn't you tell him???

Rude much.

He did huff and now was forcing his way to use Levi's PC for a moment

Can Levi stop him?

Nah.

He was busy on his console, and if he stood up now hed be breaking his world record so he was at a terrible state so he just resorts to threats of him drowning the Avatar of Greed if he does anything stupid on his PC.

He immediately logs in to your streaming platform and he watches for a bit,

You were more dolled up now just to look decent on stream, and he felt this jealousy rise as you interact with your chat, especially to those saying I love you's and stuff, and you even said it back? the audacity! You were his werent you? Were you replacing him with these nobodies?

He huffs as he realized that those who paid got their message highlighted, and thus, he starts donating. (Mind you this was Levi's account...)

"Mcccccc Open the dooorrr"

"Ill behave i promiseeeee"

"Cmon pleaseeee?"

Chat is c o n f u s i o n

NGL, they thought Mammon was a creepy stalker and red flags were being waved everywhere

but as chat was pondering who the hell he was, you can only sigh and look at the camera with that unamused expression, but ugh! you just KNOW hes doing that kicked puppy expression of his, and maybe it really wont be so bad

So you snap your fingers and say, "Okay MonMon, its open, Im giving you 3 seconds"

Mammon wasnt deemed to be the fastest out of his brothers for nothing

As soon as you got to '2', you were already tackled by the white haired male and chat went wild.

Now that you've shown your life in Devildom, maybe its time to introduce chat to your boyfriend no?

{How does he feel about your streams?}

You get paid to sit infront of a camera, do I have to say anything else?

But really though, as much as he enjoys the thought of getting so much cash from something so simple, he prefers the joy of being able to proudly exclaim that he was your first man!

ohhhh he thrives on the salt of your overly attached stans

but for those who fully support you, he always feels so mushy and shy when they say the ship you guys so hard

The fanarts has him WEAK (he may or may not have saved a few)

You usually do streams alone, but now you've allowed the door to be left open to let Mammon join whenever

Chat pogs when he enters with so much confidence, only for it to crumble when you kiss his cheek on stream.

Overall finds it fun to spend time with you, but just dont play scary games cause Lucifer might hang him upside down on stream.

* ▘▂▝ Leviathan*

{How did he know about your career?}

He is honestly the most attached to his D.D.D and he catches wind of almost anything going down in the internet, so your 'revival' being hyped up was something he definitely saw and he was just s wo o o ned

His Henry 2.0? a famous streamer?

Were you truly a blessing gifted upon him or was he dreaming?

He definitely didn't bring it up at first as he didn't wanna make it a big deal, but you notice hes been more in his head lately, and you have tried asking him what it was but to no avail.

You have to corner this little snake if you want answers and he eventually admits that he knew of your persona online and was incredibly shy to ask you to stream with him

He's a streamer himself afterall but maybe he doesnt stream as much as you do nor does he have as large of a following, so his intrusive thoughts attacked him and made him think that maybe since he wasnt as famous he didnt deserve to be in the same stream as you

Please tell him to join you and gib him kiss U3U

He'll absolutely m e l t

But now, as you make the announcement to your viewers and Levi to his, the internet explodes as a special collab stream was hapening between the expert gamer and avatar of envy of Devildom along with the beloved exchange student and streamer of the human realm

Your usual viewers reach between 10-15k, but as you start stream, that number boosts higher and beyond

Before streaming though, Levi was incredibly nervous, he'd picked the games for you to play that he knew you would enjoy with him, but his mind kept racing about whatthe fans thought, he didnt wanna disappoint them

But you had to remind him that whatever they say will not matter in the end as this was merely for fun, this was YOUR stream and you guys were gonna do what you want and nobody can have a say on it. (Maybe except Lucifer)

You usually talk for him with your bubbly personality, and to calm his nerves, he hs your pinky wraped around his where the camera can't see it.

Regardless, his thoughts subsided as you two delve into your stream that lasted a solid 7 hours, you definitely promised your chat that you and Levi will be doing more streams together from now on.

Once the cameras cut and yall are left alone, Both of you collapse on bed, and despite you being asleep already, Levi was just far too giddy as everything dwells on him.

Having a player 2 by his side now had never felt so intoxicating and he as just so lucky to have you.

{How does he feel about your streams?}

He obviously adores it, although some streams he wouldnt join just so he can play games on his own

He's still an introvert afterall, he needs his alone time

But he prefers that alone time with you, his Henry.

So when youre about to go stream, he kinda becomes a bit pouty, but with a simple promise of kisses (and maybe even more if youd like) he would let you go, but his attention would disappear from his game altogether.

He might just end up watching you instead

May or may not, at some point, just chat you and ask if its too late to join you

You do allow him to join you and play from the comforts of his room as both of you can simply play via internet, you give him the comfort to not turn on his mic or webcam either and you have no idea how he appreciates that.

Will definitely fight someone online when they start claiming you as theirs (-cough- stans) Please make sure it doesnt escalate to him summoning Lotan

Although the comments would often get to him, and as much as he can fight them online, he still does find himself pondering if they were true, so you need to give him a lotta lovin and reminder that he is your player 1 and no one else can ever fill that place.

------

Wow 3 brothers this time, what an improvement, anyways hope yall enjoy! I think its pretty clear who I simp for depending o nthe length of each lol, but do let me know if you guys want a part 2 for the rest of the brothers, or even the undateables!

[thefanbasewhore]

About Time.

Summary: While Din has a hard time showing how he feels, it’s not take he doesn’t want to I’ve into them, he wants nothing more in this world but in order to keep you safe he makes some decisions that can strain your relationship forever. Reader has enough of it and finally says something to be ignored. Despite this she still does something that makes even the Mandalorian cry.

Warning/Content: Fluffy din, broken heart, din doesn’t know how to handle his feelings, emotional Din with first kiss between characters. Two idiots finally admitting their feelings for each other.

Paring: Din Djarin/Female Reader

Tag list here || Master list.

“Do you want some of these, is that is bug?” Your tone is teasing, a small laughing falling from petal like lips and Din can’t find himself to look away from the soft curve of your nose, eyes wrinkling with joy to match the most breath-taking smile even though it’s directed towards the child tucked inside the bag the slings across the Mandalorian’s chest he is rather breathless at the sight.

From the form of your jaw, the few dark spots that form against cheeks, he feels his heart stuttering inside his chest. The sun is hangs so high in the air, thick clouds can’t even contain the orange haze that hits your skin just right, illuminating the dips of collarbones, a natural glow that no one could even come close to. The shine reflecting off the beskar but you still manage to look up, pause and really give him something to be nervous about as the kind smile is now exclusively for the breathless Mandalorian.

Despite what others may think that the Mandalorian is ruthless, nothing but a cold stone killer he proves them wrong. Has an eye for acquired beauty, takes time at every planet he visits just to watch the sunset - if it’s over the forest, the bitter cold mountains or buzzing city, there’s just something about watching the colors of the sky collide, the dim light singing a silent lullaby with the promise of new life tomorrow when sun rises again. But nothing, absolutely nothing will beat that smile, it’s hurts to see it, makes his head spin as he’s consumed with thoughts of you, you, you.

Knees feel like they’re going to buckle underneath the weight of your smile, cheeks are instantly hot as he’s caught but with the way the sun touches your skin and glimmers against the natural highlights of your cheek bones, he could careless. So close, your so close he can smell the intoxicating scent of soap, gooseberries and spice, sweet but fierce, calm but firey. A surge of goosebumps makes him shiver feeling the heat of your body as you brush your hand along his arm unintentionally raising the sleeve of cookies teasingly, up and down towards the child. His bead bobs with your own, he’d following that smile to the pits of underworld.

The marketplace is full, buzzing with life, bodies knocking against each other in the afternoon rush, a few goers knocking against the Mandalorian and yourself but he quickly puts a stop to it. He’s closer, nearly attached at the hip, helmet following anyone who gets too close with a silent warning which has a few men gulping, turning back into the direction they came from.

“What else do you need?” The vocoder crackles under his baritone, thick and laced with a genuine concern that makes you bite the inside of your cheek. He must have reached out unintentionally for you, watching as your eyes flicker from his gloved hold that softly rubs your wrist to his face, cheeks flushing just a little as he pulls away - not sure if his actions.

“I think we have everything.” Face burning, but only because of how fast the Mandalorian moved away - like he was disgusted, impulsed he would ever touch you. He seems to notice the shift of temper, nervously trailing behind as you walk away without a second glance towards him.

His throat is weary, unable to speak because of just how try it feels. It’s awkward, lingering silence between you, he wants to know why. Nervousness stirs his stomach, beads sweat across his forehead. He’s so inobvious of your affections, it is absolutely infuriating at times. It’s not his fault, how could he notice? He can barely think with you so close. The sudden change doesn’t go unnoticed though, not daring to look up at him at least half way through the market place.

“Are you okay?” He’s clueless, completely unaware of your pounding heart, the question making you pause and freeze and he must have not been paying attention as he hits your back with a small huff through the static of the vocoder, knocking the wind from your startled chest. He curses under his breath, fingers spreading across the base of your hip to steady you. “Kriff, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

“Fine.” The word is sharp, more harsh then intended and thankfully the Mandalorian’s face can’t been seen, confusion pinches his eyebrows, mouth dropping to say something, anything but the little wobble of your voice along with the small tears that gloss over eyes as him immobilized.

Unable to speak, not prepared nor what to say to the tearing beauty in front of him. What does he say? Does he let it go? Obviously you didn’t want to talk, but he doesn’t like the swirl of emotions in his own chest as he watches you turn, try to slip out towards the direction of the Crest but his hands grab your sides before he even register what is happening.

“Wait.. wait. Cyar'ika, why are you crying?” As the tears slip past long eyelashes he feels confused. “Where are you going?”

“Why do you always do this?” The words confuse the Mandalorian, make him step closer, reach for you but with every inch he steps forward you find yourself steering away. “You can’t keep calling me these nicknames, touching me and acting like nothing exist between us. It’s - it’s - it’s exhausting! Every time I bring it up, you ignore me.”

He never misses a beat, hearing the choke in your throat, voice rising an oculate as his heart pounds inside his chest. He pauses, completely freezes as the commotion causes uncomfortable eyes. Harsh and grumbled. “Not here.”

“You never want to talk about it! – ugh, you’re impossible!” While he didn’t particularly like your tone there are some truths behind your words, the sting of realization brazes his cheeks, makes him bite his lip, chewing nervously on the fat of it.

It’s true, every single word. He is impossible, difficult to talk too especially when it comes to feelings. He wants to blame it on his upbringing, feelings were never a factors, what he felt never mattered. He carried it all throughout his life but what really did matter in this point and time is how you feel. It matters to him, the way you pout if he doesn’t hold you close at night, when you’re feeling homesick, like a caged bird from being in the Crest for too long. He cares, cares so much but doesnt know how to show it.

Din Djarin doesn’t like change, he doesn’t like being unprepared, parting from a very stern schedule but once he met you, that all seemed to be thrown out the door, only coming up on a year but it feels like another life. Truthfully, he doesn’t know how to handle these feelings, they swell inside, make his heart four times bigger until he feels like it’s going to explode with just how lovely you are. So naturally, just like the way he was raised instead of handling them, he chooses to ignore them, let them dangle in front of your face with sweet nicknames, touches of a lover, promised that seem like nothing.

The Crest isn’t too far, camouflaged between trees whose think branches canope around it, the greenery hiding any proof the Mandalorian roams these parts, he didn’t have too. It’s almost second nature now, hiding the ship to guarantee the safety for his son and girl.

You don’t say another word, shoving through the rather large crowd, slipping through a few crack but so quickly that Din and his large mass of armor can barely catch up, calling your name but it’s no use as you’re swollowed into the swarm of people.

When the Mandalorian finally does make it to the ship he calls home he lifts the sleeping child from the brown bag, rockling him softly until he reaches the threshold of the upper belly of the Razor Crest, noticing the rather large lump of blankets. He pauses, his heart wants him to press further, peel back every layer of insecurity as the blankets would reveal your body under his fists but he shakes his head, clear the thought all together before placing the child next to you, placing the loose corner to cover him. The Mandalorian doesn’t come to bed that night or even the next following nights.

He doesn’t dare speak, the only time you do hear him over the course of a few days is a cracked scolding or coo towards the child but he now spends the majority of his time in the cockpit. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t even acknowledge your presence. It’s like two ghosts passing in the night. It makes you regret even bringing it up, claiming his sweet touches were fake, that his kisses in the dark meant nothing. You know they do, despite how much he wants to claim their not, that he doesn’t care for you in the way, the memory of the smile that caresses your shoulder says different, the warm lips that melt against your forehead but never dare dive to the intoxicity of your lips. He used to hold you so close at night, warmth and familiarity fight away fear that may creep up on you late a night but now you find yourself nudging nose deep into the pillows just to get a glimpse of his fated scent.

Earthy woods, dewy morning pine smell mixed with the ringed, worn leather of his gloves. You never realized how much you loved it. Even right now, late hours of the night but early hours of the morning sitting up on the bed. The only sound is the heavy breathing of the little green ball curled up in Din’s spot, sleep doesn’t seem to come easy anymore.

You’re so exhausted, eyes heavy, crusting for the relief of closing but nothing can take away the aching of your heart. It hurts so much you find yourself pressing your hand against your chest, rubbing the skin like it would sooth the ache. It almost makes you want to march up the stupid, wobbly later and apologize but it’s hard when you meant every word you said.

You know it deep in your heart Din cares for you, he would do anything, die for you but living on this constant edge of “what are we” is almost as tiring as not sleeping for three days, at this moment you can’t tell which one is worse. He needed to admit it, stop playing heartless bounty hunter because he’s anything but.

He’s comes off as cold, stern and ruthless but he’s anything but. He’s kind, cares for others. You see it in the way he tries to understand, attempt to speak the languages of the people he meets in order to make sure they’re more comfortable. He gives the benefit of the doubt no matter the reputation of man. Maybe because it hits so close to home. To the outside world he is a cold man, will do anything to return his bounty but if anyone bothered to try, the world would notice the façade quickly crumbles.

You’re so wrapped up in just thinking, concentrating on every breath that falls from your erratic, heavy chest you don’t notice the way the ladder to the upper level rattles under the pressure of a man.

He pauses almost instantly, clearly not expecting the sight of you protruding forward, sore shoulders slumped. Not noticing the extra shadow you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep the small promise of tears from rolling over but it’s pretty much useless.

The tears come, flush against the heat of your face as you pull the blanket closer, turning the slightest bit just to check up on the sleeping child but tucked away in the corner the rather large silhouette catches catches your own reflection.

He pauses, the T of his visor never leaves the direction of your reddening face. There’s a small noise, a peak of his voice. It’s like he tried to speak, words dying in his throat, tries to hide it but the vocoder catches it.

Din feels at war. His heart just wants to climb into bed with you, kiss every single tear that you cry but his brain says the opposite. Be logical, it would never last, no one would want a life like this why would he subject you to it? Give you more of a reason to stay?

Besides it’s easier this way, you would never be safe. If there isn’t one already, there would be a giant target painted on your back. Especially with the child, you would never be safe.

Honestly, you don’t know what hurts more, the lack of sleep that pinches your eyes or the sinking of your heart as the Mandalorian walks away without a word.

The next morning is awkward, scratch that, the last few days have just weird. Din comes before you even manage to wake, taking the child to feed and wash him and keeps him in the cockpit while he tries to figure out where the last bounty has traveled to. Which is fine but all this time alone as left you.. bored.

Usually you would be up there with them, teasing the Mandalorian at the fact that his voice raises a few notches as he talks to Grogu, which would only result in a scoff but he would still murmurs in the annoyingly cute voice and call him his little co-pilot.

The words on the page in front of you start to blur, words grouping together, it didn’t make any sense no matter how many times you try to reread them. The ship is rather warmer then usual, not having to go outside to know it’s a beautiful, warm day and judging by your calculations, it was market day again.

You stand aimlessly, the lack of sleep making you shift on your feet, balance and coordination long gone. Movements are slower, messy but despite heavy eyes still are able to move though the belly of the Crest to find your bag, throwing it across your shoulder as you mindlessly press the button the shakes and squeals as the hydraulics of the descending ramp come to life.

You don’t want to be alone anymore, no matter how much the bed calls, the chattering of civilization and social interaction call you from just over the ridge. Before stepping out, you take one last look around, biting your lip as you nervously suck on it. It wasn’t a good idea to just disappear, just in case something would happen but truthfully, the Mandalorian doesn’t seem to care too much at the moment.

The first step into the forest is liberating, fresh air beings the color back to your skin, it’s easier to breath following the small trail towards the town. Fresh pine and dark green leaves that shiver with every low breeze, it nips your skin pink but it just feels so good to be out of the ship.

***

The laugh that falls from your lips is quite unexpected, the small human that extends his hand, offering you a beautiful, purple flower.

“Thank you.” The boy gives a shy smile before disappearing behind the stall of the vender, off to find his mother.

The market is buzzing, filled with laughs, venders shouting deals from every corner, the smells are beautiful, mixed with homemade soaps to mouth watering food. The colors are bright, no doubt to match the just as shining sun, bright oranges and sky blues from fabrics, blanket and clothing.

You find yourself smack dab in the middle of it, not really knowing where to start as the first smile in days touches your lips as people shove past you. It felt good to be out but the realization of why you were alone dropped your smile instantly.

“Are you alright miss?” The voice moving your head in direction, peering over your shoulder to notice the man leaning against one of the stalls, throwing the apple in his hand up then back down to his palm.

He was quite tall but not as tall as the Mandalorian. A scruffy dark beard that is cut low, leaving a shadow of darkness over the distal end of his prominent features. Cupid lips, the curve of his nose strong but the bridge slightly crooked, looks like it’s been broken a few times. Baby blue eyes, ones that are filled with concern as you realize how long you’re taking looking at him. He has silky, long curls.

“Yeah…” You finally answer, unsure of the words as he steps closer. His clothes look expensive, blood red fleece mixed with a pattern of gold. He gives you a small grin… And he’s not ugly.

His skin is flushed from it’s normal color, no doubt a little irritated from the brutal sun. He smiles at your reply, dimples and all. “Would you like an apple miss?”

“How do I know you didn’t do anything to it?” This makes him laugh, clicking his tongue as he flirty leans a little forward.

“I guess you must take a leap of faith, my lady. I’m sure one little, innocent apple won’t cause death to such a pretty lady.”

Your cheeks ignite almost instantly but the wide smile hides it. “My lady?”

“Well you never gave me your name.”

“You never asked.” You take the apple from his outstretched palm, watching and anticipating the bite but it never comes. Still skeptical of taking foods from a stranger.

“What is your name?” You answer, telling him as his hand covers your free one but right when you’re about to push him away he brings the ring on your finger closer to his face, running his own thumbs over it in amazement.

“What is it?” His eyes fill with so much awe at the stone, large and black. It looked like a galaxy, the stars inside of it moving, making him look up questioningly. “It’s moving, it’s amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It’s just a moonstone.” A gift from months ago, Din had shyly placed it in front of you, swearing Grogu picked it out but the way he lingered for a reaction told you everything.

He must have noticed how close he was but didn’t bother to move as his eyes widen. “Oh, sorry! I don’t get out much.” He must have noticed the pinch of confusion Where are my manners? I’m Prince Brydon.“

“Prince? As of prince of?”

He pauses, brows moving closer in confusion. “As of Aralan, the planet we are on..”

“Oh.” Suddenly you felt nervous of the man, giving him a polite but uncomfortable smile.

“I know I just met you but would you like to walk with me? Just for a little, I can offer you food or drink?” Who are you to say no to the prince?

You’re about to follow but a smooth grip that pulls you back by your elbow makes your head whip back. The orange tipped leather gloves never leave despite gaining your attention, instead pull you further away from the prince. Even though the Mandalorian’s face is completely concealed, there’s no hiding his anger, he visibly trembles, words are deep from his chest. “Where have you been? How long have you been gone?”

You look up at the prince apologically, feeling like a  toddler getting a scolding especially with the angle of your arm. The baby is pressed against his chest with the other arm, cooing as he reaches out for you. His father’s displeased attitude rubbing off onto the green baby. 

The Mandalorian is frustrated, so much he doesn’t notice the prince only lets a soft curse fall from the static as he releases your arm, mumbling a soft sorry as he extends the child towards you. You take him happily, bouncing him as he goes right to burying his petal-like ears into the crook of your neck. With that you hope the Din will just leave it alone, go back to not talking because right now the last thing you want to deal with is him. “You can’t just run off like that, what is something happened?” It felt good to hear him speak, it’s been so long and honestly the deep vibration of his vocal cords were soothing, husky with a odd element of security. “Who are you?”

The words were a little harsh as the Mandalorian finally notices the added presence, stiffening and taking two steps in front of you. Institutionally protecting the child and yourself. Din almost towers over him, broad shoulders blocking the prince from your peripheral. 

The Prince speaks, claiming his title but Din looks unamused, still standing strong and straight, shoulder widening, slowing his strength. He’s sizing him up, the poor prince is confused, eyes dropping towards your own but Din blocks his way. Overbearing but Din has vowed in silence to himself to always protect you.

“Will you be okay?” The prince asks, unsure of leaving you with the metal man but you nod, giving him a soft smile. “Well It was a pleasure to meet you and your weird friend.”

The giggle that falls from your lips makes Din’s heart thump and chest fill with jealousy, the smile towards the Prince he’s one he’s never seen before. 

***

 Din still ignoring you but every few minutes looks past his shoulder to see if you’re still following. He doesn’t seem to care about the delicious smell of food, or singing of passerby’s, but you do, you keep stopping to look at the flowers, inquire about something to eat but feel suffocated by the Mandalorian. He’s walking so close that he’s practically ontop of you, hips pressed against the back of your own, trying to ignore the feeling of your ass pressed against him but the scowl on your face knocks sense into him.

“You don’t have to watch me.”

“Why? For you can run away again?”

You scoff, hand pressing against the cuirass of the armor trying to push him away. Truly amused by the challenge in his voice, the audacity of a man who didn’t care weather you were alive or dead for the last few days. “I didn’t run away. You been ignoring me for days and then scare away the first person who wanted to talk to me. Why do you care?”

The Mandalorian’s mouth drops behind the helmet, words trapped behind his teeth, they’re fumbling on the tip of his tongue, an apology so close but he can’t help but notice you’re looking past his shoulder now, brows moving closer in concentration and then widening but before he can manage to turn around to see you tackle him to the ground.

A large spray of blaster shots kick the dirt up from around you, curling yourself deeper into Din but laying across him, using your own body to shield him. Eyes squeezed so tight expecting pain and blood but nothing comes. It only last a few more seconds before the loud boom fills your ears, the smell of gun powder and heat fill your entire body and the shooter drops dead a few feet away. The source is right next to you, one of Din’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, the other extended and gripping the just fired blaster. 

There’s a moment of silence as everyone around starts to look up, realizing the gun fire is gone. Low chatter followed by heavy breaths, even your own chest betrays you. Din’s eyes never leave your own, pants cracked with static as his throat feels dry.

“Why did you do that?” The Mandalorian’s hands grip your face, don’t allow you to move from the captivating reflection of yourself in the helmet. Still on top of him but now he pulls you into his lap, a deep sigh racks his body. The orange tips of his glove shape against the outline of your jaw, keep your eyes on what you can only guess is his own. They’re gentle, applying just enough pressure to keep you up right. 

One set of fingers rub the bumpy surface of your cheek bones, it’s gentle, savoring every moment of it. His chest falling and raising with faltering adrenaline but swelling with emotion.

Small tears pick his eyes, he can’t seem to care about the yelling and chaos that surrounds you, he leans closer, forehead pressing against your own. “Why did you do that? You could have gotten hurt - that was st -.”

He wants to finish the sentence but can’t seem to. It’s not stupid, it was incredibly dangerous, selfless but the action on it’s own filled him with such warmth and so many unsaid words. Never, ever has anyone risk their lives for his own. He’s speechless, can’t form words as the ball of emotion grows inside his throat, so big it barely allows air to pass through.

It’s so sudden you’re stunned when it happens, the rush of air from the force of his arms wrapping around your waist. He sits up, but it’s only to pull you closer into him until your head rests against his chest. Now it’s your turn to stop breathing, hearing your heart pound in your ears but still managing to hear the cracked gasp that falls from the helmet. His chest is moving to fast, the rise and fall abnormally pressing against your cheek. Fingers clutch his forearm, rubbing soothing circles as you try to ask him if he’s alright, the reason for his tears but he doesn’t allow you to. “Never ever do that again.”

“Din -.”

“Promise me, please. Never, ever do something like that again.”

He’s so suddenly filled with so much guilt, the look on your face when he walked away from your long night of crying is seared in his brain. Even now he feels guilty, it racks his body, makes his hold tighter as one hand comes to rub the soft strands of your hair. “Promise me.” 

He suddenly can’t think of anything else except for how absolutely breath taking you are, and how this planet could be named his favorite just by the way it so generously let’s the natural light shine against your skin. He’s a complete mess, shoulders protruding forward, back starting to ache from being the man base of support for holding you and him up, no matter how much he tried to squeeze his eyes shut, blink away the tears he can’t help as they slide past eyelashes.

You notice almost instantly, he sees they way your hand outstretches to feel the points of the helmet. In that very moment, under the scrutiny of those eyes he feels three words touch his tongue, he’s leaning forward into your touch, mouth opening to finally say them but the bewildered, pure panic that widens your eyes has him looking around impending danger he’s too distracted to notice.

Just like that the both of you click, Din letting out a worried gasp. “Grogu.”

As if there wasn’t any other reason to feel like a terrible person already, he was so distracted by you, finally allowing you to peal back the layers and layers he’s built but forgetting his soon after an all out gun fire was pretty low on even his list. To be fair though, the way you looked at him was almost sinful, it would be a crime to look away.

The Mandalorian’s gentle fingers lift your thighs, helping you stand as he quickly stalks away, the child’s name break through the static, low and horse, no doubt trying to swallow the ball that made it so hard to even talk. He’s not injury, both of you know this. He’s a baby, lacks a little common sense but one of the smartest creatures you’ve ever met.

No doubt he sensed the danger, no wonder why he was so fussy. He most likely ran for cover to avoid the blaster shots. With wobbly legs you stand, using the stall next to you for support but the Mandalorian’s hand against the small of your back steadies you, the small child cooing from his fathers arm’s. 

Almost as quick as the night he found you crying, he turns his back to you, heart dropping at the sudden coldness almost identical to the temperature of his shiny beskar. Small, unwanted tears gather in the corner of your eyes, just like that he was back to hating you, possibly ignore your presence for another week or so.

A smooth gush of air follows as he turns to face you, heart skipping in your chest as the shadow of his visor meets your gaze. Pushing Grogu closer to his chest. Mouth dropping in surprise as he extends his other, hand opening for your own.

“Let’s go home, Cyare.” He doesn’t give you much of a choice as he steps closer to fill the gaps between his fingers with your own. They trip back to the ship is quiet, not uncomfortable but clearly the both of you have a lot on your minds.

***

No one says a word, nightfall kisses the horizon by the time you return. Convinced nothing could calm the irregular pattern of your pounding heart, the heat on your cheeks never leaving, a reminder every time you look down and see your entangled fingers. 

Once on the ship, he’s still silent, not daring to speak as he puts the child down and retreats to the cockpit, once the ship is up and out of the atmosphere you half expect him be dismissive again, spend the rest of the trip in the cockpit but instead are filled with surprise as the lights of hull flicker off. Instantly reaching out to find something to steady yourself on but instead strong, large arms wrap around you. They keep you grounded, steady as your eyes widen. The Mandalorian’s hot breath fanning your face, the ghost of his lips at the shell of your ear. “Easy, easy, it’s just me.”

Standing in complete silence, all breath void with fears it might scare him away. You’re so caught up in the heat of his breath against your face, so close to your lips which he never allowed himself to touch that the realization of his helmet being off almost sends you onto your ass, grabbing his sleeves to stand up straight. 

Finally you can’t take it anymore, hands softly running over the smoothness of his jaw, coarse hairs of the patchy beard followed by the fly away hairs just above his lips, then to form over the soft flesh of his cupid shaped lips. This causes the Mandalorian to stiffen, a long breath parting his lips as he pulls you closer, stepping back until he falls onto the cot, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.

Without thinking you start to lean in, the Mandalorian feeling the force of your body lifting up but turn his head for you feel the corner of his lip, the bluntness of the kiss against his cheek. This makes your skin on fire, embarrassed as your try to move away but the grip on your thighs doesn’t allow you to.

“I’ve never kissed someone before.” He admits lowly, just above a whisper trying to save you the embarrassment.  The soft oh that falls from your lips is panicked as you try to pull the touch away but the Mandalorian is too quick, his palm squeezes your fingers, pulling them back to cup his cheek and nuzzling into it. 

“We don’t have to Din, I should’ve asked.”

“No, no, I want to kiss you sweet girl.” The nickname alone is enough to have you melting into a puddle, knees weak and buckling but lucky for you, Din holds you up right. “I just don’t want to mess it up.”

Staying silent, not daring to move but instead allow Din to take his time, experiment as he starts to lean closer and do it on his own time. 

Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged your own, lips barely touching, hovering as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until you feel his eyelashes flutter against your own. He’s so gentle as his lips finally meet yours, only being able to focus on how soft they were against his own.

Every breath he took smelt like you, wild flowers and vanilla as his lips shape against your own. Whole body tingling as he pulls you closer against him, giving him a better angle to kiss you at, he pulled away for just a second, catching his breath before claiming your mouth again. Filled with emotion, heavy and soft as his tongue slips past your lips.

You’re so caught up in the way he feels you don’t notice the fingers that slip under your shirt, feeling the soft flesh of his skin. A soft moan falling from his parted lips as you shift on his lap.

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[intergalactic-padawan]

inquisitor - Ezra Bridger

Requested: yes, by the beautiful @raganbridger! Sorry for the wait, it's finally here!

Warnings: angst, dark side!reader, confusion, mentions of bad injuries/blood, betrayal

A/N: You asked for le angst, so here it is! I've had this idea for a long while and this request was the motivation I needed to start. LOTS of alternative endings were written, this was mostly the reason it took so long.

Pronouns of reader: she/her

*ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! I make mistakes just like everybody else ����*

x

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-"oh, good, you're awake"

You sit and inhale sharply, focusing back on the real world, startled at the strange voice.

Well, not so strange per se. You knew who was talking to you. What was strange was why he was talking to you.

Before you can adjust your vision to the unfamiliar environment, the memories from hours earlier instantly come flooding back.

Malachor. The place where jedi go to die.

An easy kill for you and your inquisitor colleagues.

That's what they had said on the ship, at least. You, on the other hand, knew better than to underestimate how slippery those jedi could be - especially if they fought side by side, like they always did.

You remember cornering the younger one during the fight. His skill was minimal compared to yours, which would give you an advantage against his master if he were to die first.

The boy and his friends go after the sith holocron. There had been a blinding light when it was placed at the altar.

And also, the jedi knight who was blinded by your former master, Maul.

Maul.

Not only had the cursed man left you for dead years before, he had come back from hiding to haunt you and join forces with your other enemies.

But you were an inquisitor. You wouldn't - you couldn't let him get the best of you, not this time.

You feel a light hand pressing your forehead and recoil in fear, reaching for your lightsaber, only to feel it was not there.

-"whoah, woah, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you" - it was the padawan you'd been fighting before - Ezra Bridger. He had placed you and his master inside a cave in a planet you were not familiar with when you'd escaped Malachor.

You'd escapd Malachor? But how?

You couldn't have, unless he'd carried you back to his ship.

-"hey, hey, it's alright."

-"what do you want, jedi?" - you wince in pain again.

-"a thank you would be nice, actually. I did just save your life"

-"a foolish mistake. One you will pay for with yours"

You reach out for your lightsaber, but can't feel it anywhere close. Scouring with the force for its presence, you quickly realize he must have hidden it outside the place.

-"Nope, absolutely not" - just as quickly, he slaps your outstreched hand - "I may be an idiot, but i'm not stupid. Your lightsaber's not here, it's caused enough damage already."

You rub the hand he pushed away, more shocked at his actions than anything. How DARE he?

-"Then what do you want from me, if not revenge? Why treat my wounds if not to finish the battle we started?"

-"Listen, I'm not sure if it's the adrnaline or something, but you're in no condition to fight anyone any time soon"

-"You underestimete me, Jedi. Even in these conditions you would be no match for me."

-"Like I wasn't a match for you at the sith temple?"

At the mention of the event, images of the fight start to come back.

Back at the sanctuary, you drew him away from the fight, knowing his strengh lied with his allies. Only, you hadn't imagined your former master to join his side - not until you'd seen the holocron in Ezra's hands, at least. You'd warned him: "he will use it and throw you away. Like he did to me". Needless to say, he didn't listen.

Your vision starts to lose focus at the intensity of your anger and you groan in pain, not able to sit anymore. Driven by instinct, the padawan holds your side so you won't fall completely, pressing your abdomen and making you hiss in pain.

-"ah, looks like I was right. You're conscious, but not healed" - you feel yourself be adjusted back on the ground, too weak to fight him.

-"where are we? Why did you save my life?"

He hesitates, eyes studying you, like you might attack him any second and he still knew it.

-"not so sure" - he finally answers - "maybe because now you owe me one?"

-"Did you hit your head or something?" You scoff - "Make no mistake, I WILL kill you when the opportunity rises!"

-"And that is why your lightsaber privileges have been revoked for now."

You lock eyes, studying him like he had you. It made no sense- you'd followed his group to the sith temple, tried to kill him several times, called for the man who had murdered his strongest ally, Ahsoak Tano. Why was he helping you?

With a shiver, you realize he's still holding your side, not as firmly as before but still providing support for your back. Inhaling sharply, you graze his hand and he lets go instantly, realizing how close the two of you had gotten.

Standing up just as quickly, he brushes a strand of unruly hair our of his forehead, while you you clean your throat, diverting your attention to the exit of the cave. The rain pours on the large trees outside, but you can't make out much except for the fact that you're in a forest planet (maybe a moon?) and his ship is in less than ideal conditions to get out of it.

-"here" - Ezra kneels down with two bacta patches and a piece of fabric from a medical kit -"i felt your back was pretty sore, but didn't want to take off your shirt while you were out. Your cuts need cleaning."

You hesitantly take the items, using the rocks behind you as support to lean your body on. He stands up, hands on hips, and chuckles when you sniff the gel, suspicious.

With the small bit of privacy he gives you by turning around to check on his master, you fumble with your shirt, deciding to take it off in order to see better.

-"Need some help over there?" - he asks, hearing you grunt in frustration at not being able to reach some spots

-"Not from you, thank you very much"

-"Oh, so she CAN say thank you! That's a welcome change"

You throw the rag at his direction, irritated out of your mind. Who does he think he is??

He must sense the harmless ball of soaked fabric coming his way, turning around to catch it mid-air. Now that he's turned, you see a glimpse of amusement in his eyes at your rage, giving you the answer you needed as to why he went through the trouble of saving you; it was merely to see you suffer and laugh at your expense, apparently.

His expression quickly changed when he saw your bruised torso, however.

- "who did this to you?" - he whispers, and you look down at you look down at your sore ~ well, everything~, covered only by a wrap in the bust area.

-"As you said, jedi. I may be better than you, but you still gave me a decent challenge"

"No. I didn't even hit you there." - his serious reaction to your injuries had caught you off guard, you had to admit. - "those are old and deep, you shouldn't even be able to walk!"

-"I'm not, remember?" - you motion at your debilitated situation, unable to even sit down or cross your legs properly -"But i will be, soon. And then it's over for you"

-"you know what? I think if you wanted to, you would have killed me by now." - he shoots back and you're impressed at his audacity once again.

But he had a point. Why hadn't you attacked him yet?

Sure, you had no lightsaber or phisical conditions to stand, but your force abilities were still as strong as ever. You were vulnerable, but so was he, and you weren't kidding when you said you could deal with him even at your worse.

-"you know what? " - you cross your arms. He was playing with fire now - "maybe I might"

-"and why haven't you?"

-"because I wouldn't enjoy it as much." - you snap back venomously - "I want to see you suffer before I bring you to Lord Vader"

His expression darkens at the mention of Ahsoka's murderer. His whole body stiffens as he balls his wrists and clearly struggles to control his anger at the recent loss. For a moment, you fear you've gone too far, but reprimand yourself for worrying about his feelings over yours. You're not supposed to be anything more than indifferent to the weak and ruthless to those who dare oppose you.

-"Yeah, no matter what you do, you're still imperial scum"

You're not prepared for those words to affect you so much. You're supposed to have a response, but nothing coherent seems to come out of your mouth, so you settle for an an uncomfortable silence.

It doesn't last for long, however, as his comlink goes off. It's his droid, asking - no, demanding - that he go help him with repairs on the ship. He hesitates, looking at you and contemplating how bad it would be to leave you unnatended in the company of his defenseless master.

-"Dont worry."- You reassure him. -"I won't make his situation worse. Maul is the worse you can get, and I refuse to step that low"

You can see he doesnt like it, but leaves for a few moments before returning with what must be the droid that talked to him before. It was a C1 series unit with an orange top and a bratty atitude, you could tell that much by just seeing him interact with the jedi.

-"Chopper will stay here, just in case"

-"I understand. It's fine."

-"I wasn't asking if you were fine with it. Behave" - you can't be sure if his command is directed at you or the droid, but you weren't about to ask.

The coldness he now had to his voice was understandable - you had worked to get him to that emotional state - ,but you felt hurt at the change. The droid didn't do much to help you think clearly about what just happened, and by the look of it, your frustration would only grow bigger in the many hours it would still take to repair the ship to a normal flying condition.

'He thinks i'm imperial scum, huh?' - you think as you scour a pile of your belongings with the force, not too far away inside the cave.

Bad news, your lightsaber really wasn't there.

Good news, your wrist comm was.

'i'll show him imperial scum'

With a plan forming in mind, all you had to do now was be patient and wait for the right time. There's no exchange of words between the two of you when he gets back, which makes time fly by before he's betrayed by exaution and finally gives in to sleep. You take care of the droid easily after that.

Activating the tracking beacon, you start to leave the cave, but not before noticing the boy's lightsaber beside him. It was a bold move, he could easily wake up if you took it, but you knew that if he woke up to see you gone you'd need it to compensate for your injuries.

You were still on opposing sides, after all.

You knew there had to be an imperial ship near the planet, and they would pick up your signal in an instant when you called. Wallking to a less dense area of the forest, away from the crash site, you're proven right when, in a matter of minutes, a shuttle tripulated by four troopers and a senior lieutenant meet you on the ground.

-"and what of the jedi?" - the higher ranking woman asks when you finish your brief description of the events that led you there.

Well, not all events. You'd left out the part where Bridger had helped you recover.

You could just tell them to take the two jedi for excecution. You were supposed to do it, in fact.

-"it's just me. And the younger one's lightsaber" - you finally answer, not exactly knowing why you'd deliberately just saved them.

She nods curtly and escorts you back to the ship without a second glance. It was a good story so far, but you would have to work on it if your superiors were to believe it.

-"Wait- " - you start, second-guessing your motives for not giving away their location. One of the troopers turns to you expectantly.

-"yes, sir?"

You hesitate for a moment, ready to do what you'd beeen taught to do your whle life. Kill the jedi.

Kill the jedi.

A tingling crept up your sides, where the padawan had touched earlier to give you support. You try to betray the gut feeling pressing you to do your duty as an inquisitor, but it's stronger than you. Something is forcing your better judgement to be leaving your natural enemies alive.

-"nothing." - the tingle goes away as soon as it had come, leaving an unusual feeling of relief. - "Thought i'd sensed something. Let's leave"

'Perhaps it's for the best'. - you think as the shuttle's door closes. After all, you did owe him one for saving your life - whatever his reason was for doing so.

That was what you told yourself as you boarded the ship, at least. Now, the next time you saw him, there would be nothing to stop you from finishing him and his friends for good.

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Hope you like it? I gave him a 'hands on hips' moment in honour of your videos for a more personalized touch hahahaha

[kaaytea]

Helloooooo~~~~ how are you doing? uhm,if it's not much, can you do hcs/drabble angst miyuki kazuya x reader where they were fighting and he said something that makes the reader insecure/upset? and can it ends with fluff, please? it doesnt matter if the reader is fem or not hehe. thank you in advancee! <33 have a nice day and i love youuuu~~~ ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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A/n: hello lovely! I'm doing very well, thank you for asking 💕 I'm so sorry this took a bit to get out, I couldn't find any inspiration to write for high school Miyooks so instead I went for an older version of him! I hope you enjoy!

(P.s. I love you too 😤♥️)

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You could never really recall a time that you and Kazuya had a serious fight. Sure there were squabbles here and there, tedious things that were forgotten the next day, but never anything like this.

"Look (y/n), there's nothing we can do about it, I can't control when the league plans games. I'll make it up to you."

'I'll make it up to you' was a phrase you were painfully familiar with. Countless missed dates, phone calls, and family events have been followed by that dampening string of words ever since Miyuki entered the pro league three years ago. You always had to settle for something else; most plans or invitations you had gotten were either canceled or politely declined. Kazuya just didn't seem to notice that no amounts of dinner dates, gifts, facials, or massages would make up for the lost time spent together.

Miyuki sent you a sympathy smile as he turned his attention back to the scorebooks he had laid out on your kitchen counter. In his mind, the conversation was done and dealt with while you were simmering in a pot of emotional turmoil.

"I don't want you to 'make it up to me' Kazuya," your voice cracked as tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes. Miyuki reluctantly met your gaze again with a bored look at your prompting; somewhere inside him he felt a pang at the sight of your glossy eyes. It had never been easy for him to watch people cry, especially when that person was you. "I can overlook missed dates but our Wedding anniversary?!"

The man ran his hand through his hair with a tired sigh. Miyuki didn't have the energy to keep talking about this, the dates were already set so you just had to accept it and move on.

"I can't skip games, you know that. It's just a date anyway, we can plan something that weekend." Miyuki's voice teetered off into a mumble at the end of his sentence, it's like his subconscious knew his words were wrong but you still heard them and they stung like hell.

"Does that make our marriage just some arrangement then? When did you start letting a sport dictate our love life?!" Tears were flowing steadily down your face at this point as you and your husband stood your ground. The building tension in the room was suffocating you slowly. Your heart desperately screamed at you to flee from Kazuya's dangerous eyes as it broke more and more with each minute.

Miyuki's jaw clenched at your words. The irritation was finally starting to get at him and while he was generally a level-headed guy, his temper could be shockingly short when pushed enough.

"This is my career, (y/n)! We both knew how difficult me going pro would be. This isn't Seidou, I can't just ask our coach to reschedule things because you're upset!"

Miyuki's eyes never left you as he spoke, like a predator stalking its prey he watched your every move and minuscule flicker of emotion. His words were cold and just short of a yell, "If you've had this much of a problem with my career choice before maybe you shouldn't have agreed to marrying me."

The tension in the room evaporated the second those words left his lips. At that moment you didn't care about your anniversary. You didn't care about baseball. You didn't care about how the aggression in Kazuya's face melted from shock to fear as he processed what he had just told you. What you did care about was the overflowing dam of pent-up emotions finally cracking as you hurried off to your and Kazuya's bedroom.

Miyuki flinched at the sound of you slamming your shared bedroom door shut. The fridged silence that now hung in the apartment was deafening as the man sat rigidly at the kitchen counter, staring at the small glittery object you had ripped off your hand and slammed down in front of him when you left the room. Hesitantly he reached forward and held the ring between his thumb and pointer finger. The catcher’s hand trembled as he held the small trinket. Flashes of your happy smile from when he proposed were haunted by the vision of the angry tears he had seen sliding down your face just moments ago.

For once, it seemed, that you had instilled a sickening fear into Kazuya as he was forced to sit with his head in his hands at the kitchen counter, tears slowly dripping down onto the lenses of his glasses while listening to your muffled sobs in the next room over.

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You had eventually passed out from fatigue after crying your eyes out only to wake up feeling empty. Your body was tangled in a mess of sheets as you laid on your back blankly staring up at the ceiling in the dark. Your bed felt oddly large without Kazuya sleeping in the space beside you, the bitter feeling of loneliness clawed at your chest as your mind floated in a void of stale emotions.

The metallic sound of the room’s doorknob shaking pulled you from your thoughts and on instinct you flipped onto your side facing away from the door, pulling the sheets tighter around your shoulders in a last-ditch effort to hide yourself. There was a pause in the advances followed by a soft click! and a small trickle of light pouring in as the door crept open.

You heard the door close gently then soft padding of feet across the carpet. Another soft click! resonated in the quiet room, followed by the soft glow of light over your shoulder. The mattress creaked at the added weight of your husband as he sat down near the edge of the bed.

You didn't want to look over at him so you could keep up the act of being angry but curiosity mixed with the need to be near him resulted in you hesitantly peeking over your shoulder to look at him.

In the dim light you could just make out the frown etched onto his face, as well as the redness around his eyes and at the tip of his nose. Miyuki looked a mess but you didn't have much room to talk as you're sure you looked just as bad right now.

You could see the pain and regret swimming in his eyes when he caught you staring, in seconds he was cradling you in his arms and burying his face into your hair. It was like a magnetic force had pulled the two of you together, clinging onto one another in fear that the other would leave.

"How did you get in?" You said, your voice coming out muffled from where you had pressed your face into his chest, "I locked the door."

"You get free courses on lock picking when you're friends with Kuramochi."

His response lightened the mode as you let out a weak laugh, curling further into Kazuya's touch as his hand ran up and down your back.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier."

You lifted your head from Miyuki's chest and looked up at him. His gaze was focused on your hands, letting his own slide down your arms to loosely link your fingers together. He refused to make eye contact with you as he twiddled with your hands.

"Our anniversary isn't just a date to me, I'm sorry that I made it seem like baseball is more important than our marriage....like it's more important than you," Miyuki said in a low tone. You could hear the shame over his actions with every word and the lone tears silently slipping down his face reinforced just how torn up he was. Kazuya wasn't a crier and he definitely wasn't someone who enjoyed apologies. It was rare for him to outwardly express his emotions this harshly.

"You can't just blame this fight on yourself when I was at fault too," you pulled your hands from his and cupped his face, lifting his head up to look at you as your thumbs brushed away any remnants of his tears. "I'm sorry for making a big deal out of something you can't control, it was immature."

Miyuki turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss to your left hand before slowly guiding the both of you to lay down. Tucked safely into your husband's side and head nestled in the crook of his neck, you breathed in his comforting scent as you twirled his short hair around your finger. His hair was significantly shorter than it was in high school but just long enough for you to run your fingers through it.

Miyuki shifted slightly before guiding your hand away from his silky locks. A warm feeling bloomed in your chest as you watched him slip your wedding ring back onto your finger. He looked down at you with a soft expression and kissed you gently on the lips.

Eventually, you both fell asleep with you clinging to Kazuya's side and him rubbing his thumb over your wedding ring.

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langa grimaces as he steps out of his carriage, shoes chuffing against the pavement ground. the sounds of downtown london fills his ears, ranging from the chitchat of workers and civilians to the clomping of horse's hooves on the streets. it's raining today- of course it has to be raining. why wouldn't it be on his already least favorite day of the week?

his servant steadily holds an umbrella over his and his mother's heads to keep the raindrops from drenching them. he, of course, isnt saved from getting wet, but this is his job. langa will just make sure to pay him extra for his work this month, and make sure that he doesn't catch a cold from the cool breezes brushing by.

today, he and his mother are visiting the busy streets of london per her request. since langa's father died and the large erikson heritage was passed down to langa, shes been asking him for numerous favors, including this weekly walk through the busy, muggy streets of london.

now, langa doesn't hate the people or the peasants or whatever you want to call them. he's just not a fan of the constant rain and loud chatter of said people around him. they're all incredibly loud and irritating, and sometimes he'd like them to be quiet while he and his mother are there. but that's not the point of their trips. his mother came from poverty before langa's father had found her and fallen for her, before he'd proposed to her. moving from japan to england during this time had given his mother a horrible disadvantage against any of the nobility or even white people of the lower classes.

but his father had been infatuated with her, and she became infatuated by him. they married for love, a rare occurence these days. then, they'd had him, and he loved his large home and the days he spent with his mother in the garden or the days he went with his father to the various horse stables they owned.

he can't visit the stables with his father anymore, however. because his father died a year ago, leaving their large fortune on the shoulders of langa, barely old enough to chose what happens with that wealth.

he insists in private that his mother make mistakes of the financial decisions, since he's still in the process of learning his family's buisness. she agreed to do it, in exchange for trips to the busy streets of london, where they could make donations to small charities or poor families that need the help.

honestly, it's a win win situation for langa. he doesn't have to fully handle the responsibilities of his family's fortune, and he has always wanted to help the poor, like his father. because when his father was living, he would hold monthly giveaways of some of their stables' foals to the poorest of the city.

other families of nobility often turned their noses up at what langa's father did for the poor, not that his father ever cared.

that's what probably got him killed.

"where shall we visit first, mother?" langa asks, holding his arm out for her take. she loops her arm through his, smiling up at him for his manners.

"i was thinking the orphanage down the road," she replies as they begin to walk. their servant- kaoru, langa's favorite servant and teacher- follows close behind to keep the umbrella over their heads the entire time. he wants to tell kaoru that he could cover himself with his own umbrella, but he already knows that he would be denied. kaoru has always been very serious about his job.

"as you wish," he says with a small smile.

their visit to the orphanage is longer than they'd originally intended. the owner of the orphanage needed help moving some heavier objects and boxes, and so langa had stepped in. she was instantly grateful to him, and only became moreso when he handed her a large wad of cash.

"thank you so much, mister erikson," she said, bowing low to him. his mother was in the background, entertaining the children. "are you sure there's no way we can repay you?"

"you can by taking care of the sick children here," langa replied, and she nodded eagerly.

they'd left soon afterwards, kaoru waiting outside for them. his long, pink hair is pulled back in a ponytail today, and he's wearing his favorite kamino. he was also born in japan, like his mother, and had been a friend of hers before she'd moved here. he moved not long after her, and she hired him as their servant and langa's tutor. he's been around for as long as langa could remember.

suddenly, there's a flash of red ahead of them, and a kid- not of the orphanage- rams into his side, knocking them both over in the process. langa hits the muddy ground with a grunt, before the kid is apologizing profusely, bowing his head continuously. he's in scrappy clothes, and is soaked to the bone.

"it's fine," langa tells him, and the kid relaxes. "don't worry about it." he wipes the mud from his shirt as kaoru helps him stand, and his mother hurries over to look him over. they're all soaked at this point.

"sorry again!" the kid exclaims, before running off.

with langa's donation wallet in hand.

normally, langa wouldnt bat an eye at stolen money. his family's wealth is nearly endless. but that's the money he's using for his trip with his mom today- and he doesn't have anything extra. he doesn't want to cut this trip short- his mom loves it too much.

he takes off after the kid without much thought, ignoring the calls from his mother and servant. the kid lets out a loud laugh once he notices he's being chased, before two more kids that look identical to him fall in step behind him. langa's eyes widen- they have this thought out.

they end up running through twisting alleyways, and langa is hardly keeping up. every time he gets close, they duck away or slide around another corner, throwing him off. he grits his teeth together, lungs beginning to burn from the exertion.

the kids run across a crowded street, easily weaving through its crowded traffick. langa skids you a stop just before crossing, before giving chase once more. he reaches a hand out, about to grab one of the buggers- when they suddenly leap at a building's front, scaling its side like a ladder. he stops in his tracks, gaping as they reach the roof, pointing at his with laughter.

he's so busy gaping, he doesn't even notice he's still standing in the middle of busy traffick until a coachman is shouting at him to move, with the horses screeching with terror. his heart stops beating- oh god, he's about to die like his father had, leaving his mom all alone. he already knows he won't be able to move in time.

but then something- or rather, someone- crashes into his back, knocking him to safer ground instantly. the horses and carriage roar past where he'd just been, and he pants on the ground, the person who'd saved his life still over him.

"wow- you nearly died," the person- man- above him says between pants, finally peeling away from him. langa pushes up with shaking arms, bruises and scrapes burning at his skin. geez, kaoru is going to kill him- he ripped his pants. he then looks up at his savior, and all thoughts leave his mind.

the most gorgeous man he's ever seen sits in front of him, soaked curly hair still a brilliant shade of bright red, poking out from the under side of a grey ball cap. his eyes are a beautiful honey amber, shining with mischief and a kind soul. his tan skin is peppered with freckles, along the cheeks on his face and his shoulders and forearms. he has a crooked grin as bright as the sun- making langa almost believe that it had stopped raining and the clouds had opened up. he's wearing a thin and torn short sleeved shirt, a pair of suspenders over his shoulders keeping his pair of black pants up.

lord have mercy on langa's soul. he's already fallen for the stranger that had saved his life. it didn't even matter that he was a man. langa could feel his heart thudding in his chest, and heat gathering in his cheeks. he can't even respond. luckily, the man- around his age- does it for him.

"lucky i was there to save your ass, huh?" he says with a bright chuckle. he has the same accent as his mother's and kaoru's, with a similar facial structure to both. he must be from japan too, then. langa opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and the redhead's grin only widens. he reaches a hand out, wiping a splotch of mud from langa's paper white cheek. the heat in langa's cheeks worsens. the redhead then looks up at the roof where the kids are still perched at, watching with wide eyes. "they took something of yours, huh?"

"y- yeah," langa replies shakily, wanting to hit himself for sounding so pathetically like a schoolgirl with a crush. the guy doesnt seem to take notice- either that, or he doesn't point it out.

"right. be right back," the redhead says, before slipping past langa and leaping onto the side of the building. the kids at the top screech with surprise, before disappearing just as the redhead reaches the top, leaping over while calling, "tom, rick, toby- get your asses back here!"

horrifyingly, the kids leap from one rooftop to the next, somehow not slipping and falling off the edge. and even more horrifyingly, the redhead follows with amazing grace, landing perfectly, grabbing to of the kid's by their shoudlers. the third stops, dropping his head like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"right. which of you have it," the redhead asks, loud enough for langa to hear. langa is surprised by the strength the redhead has- he's able to lift two children clear off the ground without much effort. his arms aren't shaking or wavering at all! the kids don't answer, pouting. "don't make me talk to your mum about this-"

"toby has it!" two of the kids cry out at the same time, and the third glares at them both with betrayal.

the redhead sets the two kids he's holding back down, and holds his hand out expectantly. the kid- toby- pouts some more before relunctantly dropping langa's wallet into the redhead's hand.

"thank you very much," the redhead says, pocketing langa's wallet. he points at each kid individually. "i catch you three stealing from nice men like him again, and i'll stop bringing home candy for you after work."

"no!" all three kids cry at once. the redhead tuts.

"right. don't do it again," he says firmly, before shooing the triplets away.

the redhead then slides down the side of the building, hit the wet ground with a splash. langa watches with disbelief as he casually saunters over, handing him his wallet back once he's reached him.

"sorry about them," the redhead says. "they live with just their mother, so they take to stealing to help her out occasionally. they shouldn't bug you again." he chuckles. "but if you ever need eyes and ears around london- hire those three. they're amazing at snooping."

langa clears his throat, forcing himself to stop staring at the redhead's pretty face as if he was in a trance. he slides his wallet into his suit pocket yo make sure it's not stolen again.

"thank you," he says, gratefully bowing his head. "i appreciate your help- what was your name?"

"reki kyan," the redhead replies with pride. "i work on the train tracks and take care of the kids around these parts best i can."

"well, mister kyan, you're amazing," langa tells him, surprising himself with his boldness. reki's eyes widen, and his eyes dart away quickly. langa then holds a hand out to him, the other behind his back. "my name is langa erikson. it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

reki chuckles awkwardly, scratching at the back of his head. "pleasure's all mine," he replied, and shakes langa's offered hand. "you can call me reki, by the way."

"then you may call me langa, reki," he responds graciously. reki averts his eyes again as they release each other's hands. "is there some way i can repay you?"

"don't worry about it!" reki says quickly, throwing his hands up. oh, he's wearing a pair of thick, black gloves, langa has just realized. and his biceps are absolutely huge with muscles- probably from working on tracks all day. "just don't get those boys in trouble. they mean well for their mum."

"wouldnt even dream of getting them in trouble," langa replies lightly. then he frowns. he doesn't want to go home and never see this sunny man ever again. he's a delight to look at- ruby red hair and honey amber eyes with a sunshine smile. it would be a shame to never seen him again. "though, i must insist on repaying you." he has a brilliant idea of doing just that, too.

reki shakes his head again, desperatly. "no, really, there's no need-"

"why don't you come and stay at my home, so that i may repay you with dinner?" langa says smoothly, once more surprising himself with his boldness. he's basically asking this man to live with him and have multiple dates with him. hopefully, the redhead doesn't realize that, yet, since gay relationships are frowned upon. but perhaps- later on. "you may stay in one of my rooms, take off from your job, and have warm and fresh meals everyday."

reki's eyes widen significantly, his jaws snapping shut. oh no, maybe langa was laying too much on him at once. "i- uh-"

"please, it would mean the world to me in repaying you this way," langa says, to further convince him. "and it would be a small exchange to you after saving my life."

the redhead scratches at the back of his head again, and langa can't help but stare at the way his bicep moves to complete the action. lord have mercy, reki was good looking. he's always tried to repress his gay feelings and desires, but this ripped train track worker with burning red hair is destroying all of his effort in one foul swoop.

finally, reki lets out a heavy sigh of defeat, lowering both of his arms. "you won't be happy unless i accept?" he asks, and when langa nods eagerly, he lets out another sigh, shutting his eyes. "okay, i will. i'll try not to be too much of an issue while i stay-"

langa cuts him off by catching one of his gloved hands in his, holding it up between them. he offers the redhead a small smile, excitement rolling in his gut. "you could be no trouble at all," langa insists, and reki draws back a little, and is that a tin of red coloring his freckled cheeks. langa sure hopes it is.

and that's how langa takes home a gorgeous redhead, who had in fact, saved his life.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Anonymous said:

Heresan angsty fluffy request for Dabi,what if one day it was just a bad day for dabi.His scars were getting to him,the past kept coming to his mind and he was just feeling unworthy,like he didn't deserve his doll.That leads us to now,him standing shirtless infront of a mirror,judging his appearance and him in general so much that he doesnt notice his doll until she wraps her arms around him,gently holding him and telling him that it's not true that he deserves good things and that she loves him

Shit. Absolutely the most shittiest day he ever had on his adulthood so far.

Shigaraki had been a pain on his ass ever since he joined the league of villains, and when he was isolated by that crazy doctor on a moutain he thought was going to get a bit of peace.

Keyword: thought.

His colleagues despite becoming part of his daily routine were cool and all but he got irritated easily with their bullshit. Instead of wanting to expose the corruption and fake hero society all they cared for was being accepted and just watch the world burn down.

Heck, he tried his best to not be like him, but when he was out of pacience he tended to snap at anyone whose even got in his front... including you.

He felt like shit everytime and knew very well that a apology wasn't going to erase his harsh words... neither his own attitude.

Thankfully though he was fucking terrified of becoming the monster that married his mother, so he never once raised his hand at you.

He couldn't even once get a bit of peace on this fucked up life...

He was about to head to a shower he took off his shirt... looking at the corner of his eyes the nasty scars, covering more than half of his chest as the stables clinged and holded his still healthy and burnt skin together.

How the freaking hell you accepted being him out of all people on Japan? He was like a broken vase, couldn't fix it and just... was made to be left alone and on the fucking trash can.

He brought his hands to his camp of vision and saw the scars littering his forearms and hands, attached to staples... his breath started to quickened at remembering especially why he had them, whose fault was that...

Anger and anxiety combined surely wasn't a good thing.... without him thinking his quirk started to heat up and his skin if he could alscream would have already in pain.

He looked, trembling in wrath, at his reflection... and the sign was enough for him to shout and punch the mirror at the point it shattered in pieces and injured his hand badly...

Panting, his senses come back a but and cringed at how much blood it was dripping from his hand and dirtying the carpet of your guys room... for now.

Pieces of glass was still on his flesh but his anger hadn't vanished as he started to punch the wall until he was tired of it... the pain was one of the things that proved to him he was still alive.

So what is more? He felt worse after all...

He punched that wall until it got dirty with his blood and until he was tired of it... Sighing he clenched on the injury and got into the bathroom to take the goddamn shower.

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Your voice calling for him and the door being slowly opened interrupted his thoughts... he vringed at the causation tone of voice you used and only waved his hand once to tell you it was okay for you to enter.

"We went out to get some food so.." he felt the lightly slightly short on the bed near him "I got some of your favorite..."

He didn't answer. He knew that one harsh word could leave or even the worst thing, you could get that he was on a bad shape, you could just fucking see when he was overthinking ... damn you for being so blind to not fucking see je is not worth of you.

"WHAT THE- DABI?!" He widened his eyes when you grabbed his hand, your horrified expression at seing the injury "What the hell happened?! I thought you-"

"I made it myself." He spoke on a cold tone of voice that even himself cursed himself for it.

"You're crazy or something?! How?!"

"Why being so dramatic over it? I have tons of scars sweetheart, I'm fucked already and just you who doesn't seem to notice." He shrugged as you looked at him before narrowing your eyes and getting up with a huff.

Just when he was about to sigh, you pocked a chair and put on his front agressively with a first kit aid.

"Aw. Cute seing you trying to fix me (Y/n)." His sarcasm was like venom as you grabbed his hand and started to bandaged.

"Fix and help to cure the wound are differents things and you know it very well, Todoroki." You hissed his last true name as got up and grabbed your wrist as you two exchanged glares for a bit before you gritted through teeth "Sit. Down."

He scoffed and sitted back on the bed as you sit down as well, bandaging him and taking the minors piece of glass out of him with the help of an twessee.

He hissed at one particularly large, stuck on his knuckles as you looked at him, your anger vanishing at seing him biting his lower lip and trying to mantain a nonchantly expression as he refused to look at your eyes.

Sighing in relief when the last piece of mirror left his hands, picking up a bit of alcohol, cottom and the bandages to wrap around the injury.

"... not going to give up are you?" He muttered as you remained silent while doing your work, cringing when he let out a dark chuckle.

"You're such a thick skull... cant even see it doesn't matter and you can do better than this..." you stopped with wide eyes before looking up at him.

"Huh?"

"Oh come on doll... you know that staying with me is a loss. What do I even have to give to you anyway? How do..." he snickered, letting his head fall on the hand you weren't treating "How do you even look at me with those fucking gorgeous eyes..?"

You blinked, words lost in your throat as you saw Dabi on that condition... slowly, you put the supplies aside, one hand holding his as the other barely touched his arm.

"Do you know I love you right?" You muttered as he barked on a laughter.

"Yeah..." he looked up at you in pain but with a maniac smile still present "I just don't know how."

.

.

.

Ever since that evening you started paying more attention on your boyfriend. Instead of replying with a snarky comment whoever joked about his scars he only sighed a "fuck off" and left... how he didn't even let you see him without a shirt.

It was like all the improvement of him thrusting you to not judge him for his past or appearance had come down hills... his usual cockiness and sarcasm aurea was just pushed all inside and eames back the aloof and cold Dabi...

You couldn't just let this continue... Dabi knew you love him but didn't know how? Well, damn him, you were going to show it like him or not.

With determination you walked and opened the door to slow your movement at seing Dabi staring at the mirror, his back at you as his head hung low, supporting himself on his hands on the mirror.

"You listen you bastard..." you listened him talk to himself "Stop being a selfish pig and let (Y/n) go... no one deserves getting stuck with a walking disaster... you wont drag the one you love to hell along with you." He growled the words as tears threaten to form in your eyes.

Saying fuck it, you almost ran into him while hugging him from behind, a gasp leaving him as the muscles of his back tensed and looked at your reflection clinging to him.

"How can you say that to the men I love..?" You whispered, wet cheek resting and nuzzling on him "You're not dragging me to hell if you're not even going there..." you sobbed as his wide turquoise eyes remained on your reflection... frozen body... he couldn't even think to be honest.

"You deserve happines just like everyone does... You make me happy by being you Touya..." you clinged onto him and burried your crying face on his back "I don't want to let go... you're the best thing that ever happened to me so dont you fucking dare to say things like that about yourself!"

You felt his rough and half scarred hand touch yours at first before holding it like his life depended on it.

"You know... if I could cry... pretty damn sure I was weeping right now at only seing you suffer because of me..." his hoarse voice came out and you clinged onto him tighter.

"You're the blind one for thinking that you dont deserve me or you aren't beautiful... scars and all." You mumbled before leaving a chaste kiss on his back, one that made his body shiver.

It was quiet for a moment before Dabi got out of your arms as you whimpered before gasping when he cupped your cheeks and smashed his lips on yours.

When he broke the kiss you hugged him.tightly as he slowly returned the affection, resting his chin on your shoulder as he felt his eyes burning.

"Dont hide from me anymore..." you sobbed as his heart clenched at your crying and hugged you tighter.

"I won't... I won't." He pulled you even closer to his chest as he kissed your temple.

"Get on your thick skull that you're beautiful and handsome you idiot!" You punched his back as he let out a weak chuckle on your hair.

"Only because you make me feel that way doll..."

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 1

a/n: this is a mini-series that are based off of your asks and once i,,,,, finish,,,, my seijoh phase, i will also do this for the other schools but pls take these offerings in the meantime as i work on the next part of my manager!seijoh and the time traveler au 

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: 

Wow, your series of Seijoh managers is so cute.🥺👉👈 After starting to read, I can only think about Oikawa and y / n on a Saturday night seeing mean girls, painting nails, taking care of the skin and the another day Oiks rubbing the face of everyone who spends much more time with his dear businessman LMAOO Anyway, congratulations on your work 💕💕 seriously, I LOVE this series omg-

I MIGHT BE AN IWA AND KYO STAN BUT OIKS IS DEFINITELY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PRETTIEST DUMPSTER IVE EVER SEEN

yep lets start the pilot

so basically, oikawa was being oikawa again

what might i mean, you ask

well, he was starting to work much harder than before since this was his last ever inter-high and his last ever chance on beating ushiwaka 

even though they finally have the team assembled avengers assemble! with kyo back on the team, he still felt lacking and wanted to use every single free time to work on becoming better

yall fun fact about me, oikawa is actually my favorite character bc of how hard he works and the pain i have in that once scene during the karasuno match when he slammed into the tables and was struggling to get up bc of his knee----NO IM SOBBING AGAIN

iwa noticed him doing this again so he sent you out to drag him out and distract him from this 

‘cmon oikawa-san-’

‘NO, Y/N-CHAN! I HAVE TO-’

‘no, the only thing you have to do is spend time with me bc i miss you and i want to have that movie you kept talking about’

bahahaha he is so whipped that a single ‘i miss you’ from you will literally make him break his back and bend for you

it was successful and you were in your room, your parents understanding oikawa and his antics since youve complained about it before, and he was sitting on your floor while looking through movies

‘y/n-chan, do you have no alien movies in here? or barbie?’

IN MY CONTENT, IT IS CANON THAT OIKAWA LOVES THE BARBIE MOVIES FITE ME

you laughed from your spot on your bed and shook your head

‘no, oikawa-san. natsu took all my barbie movies and i get scared of alien movies’

he pouted but continued to look until his eyes literally lit up

it was like god took a picture of him and you saw the flash

‘MEAN GIRLS! Y/N-CHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED THIS TYPE OF MOVIE!’

he shrieked but you shrugged

‘meh. katsuki, natsu’s boyfriend, gave it to natsu as a joke but he gave it to me instead bc he cannot stand regina george’

you reasoned while picking out nail polish colors and looking through the ingredients of your face masks

‘WE’RE WATCHING THIS! PERIODT!’

omg hes so loud but i am too so we compatible

ugh i hate my logic

then later,

as the movie played, you were arguing with oikawa as he refused to wear the unicorn and wanted the panda one, which was your favorite

‘OIKAWA-SAN, I LIKE THIS ONE!’

‘Y/N-CHAN I LIKE IT MORE!’

you sucked in a sharp breath before relenting bc you wanted oikawa to be relaxed per request of your beloved senpai

‘fine. but i get to paint your nails’

he nodded eagerly and you handed him the packet, to which he simply stared at it

‘y/n-chan, can you,,,, put it on me?’

he sheepishly asked and you gave him a confused and bewildered look

‘oikawa-san, have you never put these on yourself?’

he shook his head, cheeks flushing and eyes focusing on the blue blanket

‘my sister always put it on for me. or iwa-chan’

‘IWA-?! wHAT-?!’

but you nodded anyways and he made you sit on his lap to put it on

‘um, oikawa-san, this position-’

he smiled at you, a gentle and real smile, not the ones for his fangirls

‘nuh uh, its fine, y/n-chan. oikawa-san loves you so he likes you right here’

he mumbled, blushing and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer making you giggle and nod

‘okay. close your eyes then, oikawa-san’

he excitedly nodded, expecting a kiss from you but you flicked his forehead making his eyes fly open and wince at the pain

‘so perverted, oikawa-san. pervert-oikawa-san’

you scolded and he pouted

he said something but you didnt listen, instead placing the mask on his face and smoothing it out

his fringe was about to touch the wet material so you hastily grabbed a clip and held his hair up

he looked so cute that you couldnt help but reach over and snap a picture of him

‘ara ara gomen did y/n-chan just take a picture of oikawa-san?’

he teased but you shook your head

‘no. what are you talking about?’

he did the same thing to you and now you were both painting each other’s nails, ofc staying loyal to your school mint green and baby blue on the ring fingernail

lmao dont blast me for not being exact w the school colors but it looks mint green to me

he finished yours first and omg?? hes so??? good?? like what???

you were holding his large hands with your small fingers and his heart started thumping really fast at the simple touch 

‘thank you,,,,, y/n-chan’

you looked up to him with large eyes, still unfamiliar with the softness of his voice

it was such a contrast compared to his usually loud and obnoxious, mocking tone

‘oikawa-san is not a really good captain since he burdens and bothers everyone but you always fix it all and keep everyone together. so, sorry for everything’

he mumbled and the eye holes from the mask let you see his sad eyes, genuinely sad about himself

you made the last paint stroke and capped the nail polish before leaning forwards, hands on his thigh so you could be closer

oikawa ofc freaked out because wow youre so much prettier up close and he doesnt?? deserve you??

your eyes blazed with anger and he stuttered your name but you cut him off

‘OIKAWA-SAN IS NOT USELESS. HE IS A REALLY GOOD CAPTAIN WHO LED HIS TEAM TO BATTLE THE ULTIMATE RIVAL AND EVEN THOUGH THEY LOST, THEY STILL WON IN MY EYES. YOU GOT KENTA-KUN TO COME BACK EVEN THOUGH HE DIDNT WANT TO BUT HE DID BC HE KNOWS HOW GOOD YOU ARE. HE WANTS TO PLAY ALONGSIDE A PLAYER WHO DESERVES TO BE ON THE COURT AND EVERYONE ELSE THINKS THE SAME THING. ME, Y/N, IS JUST A MANAGER WHO MIGHT NOT KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT VOLLEYBALL OR THE TECHNIQUES AND ALL THAT BUT I RECOGNIZE YOUR TALENT AND YOU WILL MAKE IT BIG SOMEDAY, OIKAWA-SAN! I PROMISE! AND WHEN YOU DO, I WILL SUPPORT YOU AND COME TO YOUR GAMES BC YOU ARE MY CAPTAIN AND I DONT REGRET EVER MEETING YOU. SO DONT APOLOGIZE AND SAY SORRY TO ME, INSTEAD TELL ME YOU ARE HAPPY TO BE IN THIS TEAM AND SAY YOU LOVE THE TEAM AND YOU LOVE VOLLEYBALL AND YOU LOVE-’

but he cut you off, placing a chaste kiss on your exposed nose

yall really thought it was the,,,, speaking function part of your face

nahnahnah that is only for the doggie

oop what

 you stopped, flustered at the sudden action but oikawa smiled

‘i love you, y/n. i really love you so give me a chance, okay? i will wait, no matter how long it takes but,,,, let me catch up and for now, think about me, okay?’

BRUH HOW IS THAT RELEVANT TO HER LONG RANT LIKE WHAT---

you tilted your head to the side, confused

she is deadass naive like bls protect her

‘a chance for what? you want to catch up for what? youre already good, oikawa-san’

then he laughed

so much more different than the ones he let out in public

it was so,,,, beautiful

you found yourself grinning with him and he calmed down, brushing away the stray hairs that is in danger of getting stuck on your mask

‘come on, y/n-chan. lets go take this off’

he stood up and offered his hand which you took

after the moisturizing and final touch-ups for your skin, you finally settled on the blanket fort and dozed off, the movie still playing but you were too comfortable in oikawa’s arms that you didnt even notice the credits rolling

the next day, you didnt feel the need to mention it at all

but oikawa did and it was still truly an accident

iwa heard about him staying late again and you having to drag him out of there and he was hitting him and kicking him again

you were so used to this that you were just writing down your notes at the corner, oblivious to oikawa’s crying

finally, he had enough of it

‘SEE THIS IS WHY Y/N-CHAN DOESNT LET YOU SPEND THE NIGHT WITH HER! BECAUSE YOU ARE SO MEAN!’

um, sire what did you just say

that was completely taken out of context and everyone, omg, especially iwa and kyo just froze

‘what,,, did you just say?’

iwa asked in a dangerously low voice and you shrugged

‘you told me to distract him, iwa-san, so i did. he was happy and satisfied and thats all that matters, right?’

you shot them a smile and oiks had such a smug smile when iwa looked at him and he was about to hit him when kyo just came out of nowhere and YEETED the smile off of his face

oikawa screamed

just a wittle blurb about this bc i totally love this :( and he totally needs more love and some of my readers love oikawa and want oikawa manager content so here it is!!! feast on these crumbs!!!!

[sloppykyuu]

Look if I'm getting too much u need to tell me cos I wont stop sending in shit

So Issei finally gets a gf and if super obsessed with her (not in a creepy or unhealthy way just really fucking in love and happy that someone has feelings for him) so he tries his hardest to always make her happy and one day he hears her and her friends talk about their boyfriends and all their friends talk about how good their boyfriends are in bed and Isseis gf doesnt say much cos she wants to keep things like that privat (that's a lie she just doesnt want to destroy everyone else's self esteem cos nobody can compare to him at all) and Issei makes it his mission to fuck her in every position possible the entire weekend and he does and basically his gf cant go to school for a week cos legs dont function and she let's her friends now why she isnt at school and they r frustrated that their boyfriends never fucked them this well before (◍•ᴗ•)

P.s. dont be shy u can write the sex scenes as detailed as u want

Ah yes ☺️ i love ur request never stop sending them.

There was no question that the moment Issei met you he had fallen for you. The day he made you his girlfriend just proved it further.

He was arguably the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He gave you his food if you ever forgot it, handing you his sweatshirts whenever the slightest of breezes would pass, and overall just spoiling you.

He was no different in bed as rough as he was, he always reminded you that you took him so well, that you were so perfect, and no one ever compared to your tiny, clenching cunt (or you just you in general).

He knew he wanted to keep you forever and made sure that would happen. He thought that he pleased you in ever sense of the word, so it was surprise when he overheard your friends talking about their sex life and not hearing a peep from you.

“He’s that good?”

“You have no idea,” you watched as your friend practically moaned at the thought of her boyfriend. “He’s pretty big too.”

You decided to stay silent as your friends boasted about the rounds of steamy sex they had last night. It’s not like you didn’t have anything to add in, you just didn’t think they should really know about your sex life. And maybe the fact that if you had flexed about how your boyfriend made you cum multiple times almost every night, you’d probably end up crushing their egos.

It hurt Issei just a little bit that you didn’t butt in to let those girls know that he fucked you stupid everytime. At least, he thought he did. Were you faking for him? No, there was no way. You were begging for him last night. Begging him to fill you to the brim with his seed, begging for him to slow down, that your poor abused cunt couldn’t take anymore.

“Y/n?” You looked up from your food. “You’ve been rather quiet. Why’s that?”

You shrug at her. “Nothing to add, that’s all.”

She squints her eyes at your skeptically. “So he’s not good in bed, huh?”

You eyes widen at that,”what? When’d I say that?”

“You didn’t have to, your silence says everything.”

“It says nothing! I never said he was bad!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“You never said he was good, though.” Your other friend jumps in.

The look you give them makes their hands shoot up. “No need to get defensive. Some guys aren’t good at sex and that’s okay. It’s not your fault Y/n. Plus, you love him and thats what matters most.”

“You two are ridiculous.” You scoff and shake your head at the two girls in front of you.

You hadn’t even said anything, where’d they get the idea Issei wasn’t good?!

Before the girls could continue, Issei rounds the corner.

“Hey babe,” you jump at the sound of his voice and quickly get up from your seat.

“Issei!” You make your way to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He quickly returns the hug.

“Ready to go?” You nod and move to gather up your things.

The pitiful look they shoot you when Issei wraps his arm around your shoulder is met with an unamused glare before you two walked away.

The walk home was silent. Fortunately not uncomfortable.

He didn’t like how you hadn’t said anything to confirm that he was good. He supposes it shouldn’t upset him too bad, you hadn’t said he was bad. He planned to prove your friends wrong. To make sure your creaming pussy and begs for more weren’t part of his imagination.

The moment the door closed behind you Issei had you pressed against it, a thigh between your legs, and tongue down your throat. His arm rests beside your head, his other hand squeezes your hip.

He pulls away to kiss down your neck. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t I just love on my girl?” He continues his assault on your neck bringing his hand down from beside your head to your waist. A moan leaves your lips and you rut your hips on his thigh when he sucks on a tender spot on your neck

His hand moves to rest on your thigh before slipping up it to your clothed heat. He rubs at the wetness that seeps through your panties before pushing them to the side and rubbing at your clit.

Soft moans fill his ears as he slips his fingers down to your wet hole. Gathering it up on his fingers, spreading it around and pushing two fingers deep into you.

Squeals of pleasure filled the room as he massaged your sensitive little spot. He felt you tighten and grind your hips down on his hand, groaning at your desperation.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you baby?” You nodded eagerly at his words. “Course you do, so desperate for my big cock.”

You threw your head back against the door, mouth wide open as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you.

“Fu-fuck, it feels so fucking good~” you whined. Your fingers dug into the material stretched across his shoulder. He chuckles at you before pulling his fingers out, hearing you whine at the loss.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand, tugging you to the bedroom. When you reach the room he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

His hands slip from your waist to the small of your back before slipping down to your ass and squeezing rather roughly. A gasp parts your lips which lets him stick his tongue back down your throat, all while he hands move from your ass to the back of your thighs, tugging gently to signal he wanted to pick you up.

You jump and wrap your legs around his slim waist, keeping your tongues entwined. He walks you two until his legs hits the bed and tosses you on it.

“Take your shirt off,” Issei commands you. He watches with hooded eyes and unbuttons his shirt while you do yours. Eyes glued to your covered chest the moment your skin is exposed.

You scoot up on the bed for him to crawl over you after throwing the blouse somewhere in the room. Where it went wasn’t really corcerning at this moment. Only the primal look in Issei’s eyes. His gaze soaking up your full breasts popping out of your bra. “Such a pretty little thing you are,” he smirks at your doe eyes looking up at him.

He grips one of your tits in his large hand, gently squeezing it. He pressed his lips to yours again. He pulls the bra down to punch your nipple with thumb and forefinger.

A soft gasp leaving your lips as he pulls mouth away to lap at your nipple. One hand kneads at your other breast while the other travels to your hips to unzip your skirt. He pushes the material down your legs and tosses it.

He pulls away from you unbuckle his own slacks. Gaze on you as you remove your bra and panties. Slinging your panties at him, giggling as he catches them with ease.

“You testing me, right now?” He smirks down at you. “Asking me put these on, princess?”

“Issei! Shut up!” You laugh at him before deciding to tease him and spreading your legs for him. “Please, ‘sei. Need you so bad,” you whine as you slip your fingers down to your clit, rubbing gently.

He lets out a deep breath and tugs his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and crawling back over you.

He slaps your hand away from your pussy and grabs both of your hands pinning them above your head.

“You really think you make yourself feel better than I can?” He scoffs.

“N-no.”

“That’s what I thought. I make you feel good don’t I, baby?” He smiles down at you, running a thumb across your cheek.

“So good, ‘sei. Please fuck me,” his smiles grows wider as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

He lets go of your wrists before straight back up, and gripping his aching cock in his hand. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel.” He says, tapping the thick head of his cock on your hard clit. Watching your tiny hole clench at the stimulation.

He lines it up to your hole, head catching your slick lips. “Put it in daddy please,”

With no hesitation he begins pushing his large length into your tiny, snug cunt.

Throwing his head back and groaning as you clench tightly around him. “Fuck- baby. Your pussy is so tiny. Dunno if you can even take all of me.”

You nod desperately, “I-I can. I can do it. Please,”

“If you say so, don’t expect me to stop then. Got it?” He bites his lip watching you nod eagerly, eyes wide and glossy.

You thought that by now you’d be used to the wide stretch every time he pushed his cock inside of you, but you weren’t. It burned and it hurt but it felt so good. To have something so long and thick filling you to the brim. Stretching you beyond your limit every time he fucked you.

When he bottomed out, thick, heavy balls touched your ass and tip kissing your cervix, you nearly passed out. His dick so thick it rested and throbbed on your g-spot, causing you to cum around him while he pushed in.

“Did you just cum?” He huffs an amused laugh. Your cheeks flush a deep red and rest your arm on your eyes to cover your face. “Aww, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

He ruts his hips into you when you don’t respond to him. Your arm falls off your face as your head tips back.

He pulls his hips back, tip catching your lips before slamming right back in. You both moan out.

Issei grabs the back of your knees to push them against your chest, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

“Ohh~” you moan out. Your hands grip at your own thighs. “Harder, please.”

He smiles at you before hammering his Cock into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds your cervix over and over again. Successfully leaving you brainless.

Your head lolls to the side and your tongue peels out of your mouth spilling drool down the side of your face. He keeps his gaze trained on the far away look in your eyes. Listens to the whimpers and moans that leave your lips as pounds into your spasming cunt.

“Squeezing me, baby, you gonna cum again?”

“Uhhhh uh huh,” he chuckles at your inability to answer.

“Aw,” he faux frowns, “did I fuck you stupid, baby girl? Huh, did I fuck your little brain out?”

You don’t respond to him. Too busy focusing on the quickly approaching orgasm. You arch your back high off the bed in turn causing him to fuck you at a new angle, even deeper and more pleasurable than the last. One last thrust has you cumming around him again.

Creaming thickly on his cock. The sight makes his cock throb. Your stretched pussy, accommodating his girth, and the translucent white that coats his cock as his continues to fuck you through your second orgasm.

He pulls out when you calm down, whining because you thought it was over, but you’re quickly shut up when turns you around. Propping your hips up, so your ass was in the air and your face shoved in the pillows.

He quickly pushes his length inside you. Returning back to his previous pace. He could taste how close he was. His balls twitching as they slapped against you. He leans over pressing kisses to your shoulders and cheeks, arms leaning on either side of your head.

Soft gasps leave you with each slam of his hips. The small pool of puddle of drool that seeps into the sheets makes him chuckle gently. He knows he fucked you silly, fucked you so silly you can’t even be concered about something you’d usually find so gross.

He knew you were going to cum again soon, hopefully with him, because your walls clamped impossibly tight around him. So sensitive from your previous two orgasms he knew you’d be coming in no time anyway.

A few more deep, hard thrusts later he had you gushing around him. Clear liquid splashing on his balls had him pushing deep inside you releasing his thick load inside your abused womb. Filling you up wholy. Cum seeped out around his dick, spilling out when pulls himself from your sore cunt.

He rolls you on your back and presses soft kisses all across your face. “Such a good girl.” He hums softly. “Love you so much, baby.”

He hears your content sigh and relaxes when he notices you coming back down to reality. “Hi, baby.” He smiles at the cute grin on your lips, cheeks rosy and stained tears on your cheeks.

“Hi bubba.” You sigh. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before running off to the bathroom to get a damp rag to clean you up.

Chuckling at the quiet squeal that leaves your lips at the cold feeling. “Feeling okay? Wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m okay. But I do wanna know where all this came from.” You question as he takes in his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“Just wanted to let you know how good I make you feel,” he shrugs, a hint of smugness in his voice.

“I hate you.” You laugh at his words.

“Sure you do, baby. Sure you do.” He hugs you tighter to his chest.

He knew there was no question that he fucked his girl the best. Maybe he’d bring up what he’d heard, or really lack thereof, or maybe he wouldn’t. But one thing was sure, no one could fuck you better than him.

A/n: I DID IT!!! I finally finished this request. I need to get back into the dirty mindset lol but I hope you liked this cuz this concept was fucking sick. And I’m feeling better (for now lmao I think I’m alright 😳)

Request are back tf open!

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know something that’s bothered me for a couple of weeks now is how the other week, someone told me that the fact that you get nook miles for changing your character’s outfit in animal crossing made AC a “childish” game to play above, like, strategy games or whatever else.

like okay yeah. it’s a little redundant, i guess, to get nook miles points for changing my character’s outfit in the game….. but like…. that’s what makes it fun??? and there is some strategy, for me at least, in playing animal crossing…. mostly to make money and purchasing items for my island or rearranging my house or updating bridges/inclines on my island etc etc.

but just because one of the ways to make points is something as simple and frivolous as changing an outfit, doesn’t mean that there’s some type of strategy or some type of other thing about higher order thinking skills.

and plus. games don’t have to be that fucking deep all the time. because although i play ac every day mostly to keep my island going and for my mental health…. at least it’s keeping me busy and getting me to use my brain (from time to time lmao). like i practice planning on it and stuff. i practice financial management (lmao) on some level too…. with saving money in the bank to upgrade my house…. or when i do upgrades on stairs/bridges, i pay the loan in full??? all which are things in the real world/irl that many millennials (both younger and elder)/early gen z can’t actually fucking do. how is this not good??? i actually having spending power!! and that’s powerful! lmao. even if it’s fictional.

but just because i’m not playing god knows what strategy game (or even something like COD or whatever) to flex my strategy skills and whatever not…. it doesnt mean you dismiss or diminish it as “childish”. like y’all. after the hell i had in hospital from nov 2020 til jan this year, and coming out of hospital…. animal crossing has helped my mental health by giving me something to focus on and giving me tasks to do….. albeit in a fun way. but just because one of the menial tasks on it to get points is “changing your characters clothes” it doesn’t mean that it’s pointless or some other negative word. just because i’m not carrying out some idek fucking reconnaissance mission in fuck knows what army type shooter game like COD or halo or idek something similar in assassins creed type or borderlands type rpg’s, it doesn’t mean i’m not using the “strategic thinking” part of my brain.

anyway my point is that video games dont have to be fucking deep and flex your critical thinking and strategic thinking skills all the fucking time to be deemed “real gaming” when people play them. sometimes the most strategic thing is placing a bridge next to the able sisters clothes shop right next to your house or idek putting some mario teleporting tubes in your front yard and by nook’s cranny so that you can make bank quickly on your old stuff in storage and making the hot buy items lmao.

and the best part is, for me anyway, it’s actually fucking relaxing instead of having like 10 dudes in your team (if you play halo/COD multiplayer online) screaming at you all at once to do shit. or you’re not having to complete missions on a time limit all the time in some solo hero game. instead you’re building a community (an imaginary one, but still) slowly, and planning (ok not fully, my island decoration is haphazard…. but at least i’m at a 4 star rating now lmao) and designing an island to live on. again, it reminds me of when i told a guy in my homeroom back in year 9/2010 that i was still playing neopets and moshi monsters and he scowled at me saying that “those are for babies, not like COD. grow up!” although i did play my fair amount of single player shooter games on neopets anyway 🙄🙄 (that on top of everything, i was actually pretty good at lmao).

but i guess it’s that the building a community and a home etc thing is seen as “girly” and “babyish”/“childish” whereas being a lone hero in every shooter game or other RPG game is seen as “manly” or “adult”. because again, you have to actually have “plans” (apparently) whether you play with a team or not…. all bc you’re using your strategy skills to “survive” in the game…. while earning points for things like changing your clothes or talking to your neighbours or “improving island life” and everything else that you get nook miles points for on animal crossing…… is seen as “too easy” and again “girly” or “childish” because you have to actually CARE about the thing and almost “raise” it like a kid…. and not usually just mindlessly shoot at shit or fight/kill people or idk magical beasts or be the hero of some type of quest or mission like many (i assume on large scale) of the typical “manly” strategic games are like.

like sorry i like caring for my villagers even though they’re fictional, fred. sorry that i like easy points and casual games over some overly intense team game play games like COD or halo… or sorry that i don’t like overly intricate quests to do constantly that “save the land and yourself” or whatever fuck in like final fantasy or skyrim or assassins creed (although i do want to eventually buy those games and play them casually). let people have easy games and find pleasure in them. just let people chill the fuck out and not have to really think about shit all the time.

and plus, i bet many people let their young kids (like 6 to 10 year olds) play animal crossing; which i think they’d much rather have them play than COD or whatever other shooter game tbh. because i know i would rather a kid that young to play AC over something like halo. let kids have more kid friendly games as well. because even for them, not everything has to be a way to build their strategic thinking/critical thinking skills, imo. let them have fun chopping wood down or diving for sea critters. or, hell. some kids might even like changing their parents character’s clothes to the outfit that they like their parent’s character (or even their own character’s) to wear lmao.

like for fucks sake. let everyone from kids to adults have some time to chill/relax and have fun. why does everything have to be competitive (which is what many of the big shooter games really are, when they’re played online multiplayer mode in teams…. imo anyway) and tactical/planned??? let people, no matter their age, have their unrestrained play/fun and rest…. when so many things that are hobbies nowadays are basically being forced into being “side hustles” or “something to learn from” etc etc. because sometimes you just need to fucking switch your brain off by talking to a raccoon who sold you an island and his 10yo sons who run the island corner shop; and other various fictitious anthropomorphic animals.

anyway here’s a fun rant for july.

[theplumsoldier]

i wanna take a ride

summary: reader wants to ride donnie but he doesnt think you can handle it pairing: donald pierce x reader word count: 2459 warning: nsfw a/n: this is a part to the “minx!reader x donald pierce” series i have had planned for a couple of eternities. click here for the “minx” masterlist!

“Sure you can handle that, baby?”

His question was not, in itself, what vexed you. No, it was the deriding snort that escaped him; it was the expression one would only ever use when gently scolding a child; it was the voice of pure skepticism. Donnie did not believe you could handle him.

Challenge accepted.

Instead of acting up over a - what Donnie would consider “petty” - reason, as you usually would have, you sighed and shifted, pouted your glossed-up lips, and concocted your best pretense of coyness mixed with dejection.

Donnie leaned closer to you, inspecting your suddenly meek mien. He then chuckled, for he knew all too well you were about the furthest thing from shy or even innocent. You were too confident in your allure, thinking you could have him any way you wanted, and although he was as good as wrapped around your manicured finger, he would not admit to that in any near future.

“Aw, baby. Come here now,” said he soothingly, brushing his hand across your cheek, caressing the soft skin, and just as he had you thinking you had deceived him, his large, calloused hand grasped you by the neck with an unexpected force. “You and I both know you couldn’t ride me to save your life. This little cunt—” his cybernetic hand cupped your pussy in a matter of seconds, “—can barely take me as it is; how’d ya expect to top me, hm?”

The cold pressure of digits massaging you through your panties made you writhe, whimper, and cling to his muscled forearm.

“This how wet you get for me? Thinkin’ you can handle my cock? Thinkin’ ‘bout me splittin’ you in two?”

“Donnie,” moaned you, mind racing. Tingling his flesh with the tip of your nails, you guided the hand on your throat up to your mouth, planting a wet kiss on his ring. He knew what you wanted.

At this point, frankly, you did not care how he would take you. On your knees, over his knees, against the wall, on the dining table, in the bathtub—as long as he took you.

And also, he may have a point. Riding him may have gotten your heart racing but so would a crashing plane, and

As Donald watched you take two of his digits into his mouth, he chuckled, a sweet, mischievous sound reverberating in his chest.

“Come ‘ere, baby.” Pulling you up, he made a swift movement to have your legs wrapped around his waist, immediately connecting your lips in a hungry kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close as possible while he carried you to your bedroom. Dropping you unceremoniously on the bed, he reached behind his neck, and first pulled off the t-shirt he wore, then his socks, his jeans along with his briefs.

Your eyes widened in excitement, chest heaving as you inhaled. His member stood tall, proud, and thick, and it took you no longer than a second to reach out for him, stroking him as you invited him to join you in bed.

For a man exuding such command and claiming to be a lifetime-top, he sure was rock-hard in your tight grip.

Smirking against his lips, you pulled him by the beck of his neck down on the bed. Straddling him, you secured a knee on each side of his body, grinding down against his aggressive hard-on. He felt your slickness through your barely clothed pussy, too grinding up into you.

To be fair, it did make you wonder if perhaps you had been a bit bold in your request. Surely, it turned you on to see a man usually being the one in control be controlled, but he had not been lying when he had taunted you. It was only a truth that his thick girth filled you to the hilt, barely leaving room to mold your insides to the size of his manhood.

But you were not going to back out now.

How at ease he looked lying beneath you, heavy-lidded, and chest heaving as he inhaled you smell of roses as he got comfortable on the many plush pillows that decorated your bed. Smirking at the sight, you leaned forward, persistently grinding against his cock and ran your hands up his broad, muscled chest, feeling the smoothness of what just might be God's greatest creation yet.

Peppering wet kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, nibbling on his earlobe, you hummed into his ear when he suddenly had a fistful of your hair in his hand, pulled you an inch from his face.

“Y’said ya wanted to ride me, baby doll. So get to work, yeah?” Though his voice was in the same stern tone which you imagined he used to order his team around, you could not help but turn your surprised expression into a giggle, for he looked oh so soft lying spread on your red and pink bedding.

“Patience, baby. Only good boys get to come,” hushed you teasingly, remembering all those times he had told you just that.

Donnie shook his head at you and chuckled, propping his arms behind the back of his head. He knew he easily could manhandle you by toppling you over and have you his way, but he had to admit - again, not that he would - it was pretty entertaining seeing you bite off more than you could chew. In any way, however, as soon as you started bouncing on his cock he would have front seat tickets to possibly the best show of his life.

Toying with the hem of your tight white top, you pulled it over your head, quick to swat Donald's hand away when he instinctively reached for you.

"Na-uh," tsked you, a sly smirk curling the corner of your plump lip.

Moving your panties to the side, you held his cock in your hand and lubricated his head between your folds.

You felt Donnie's hips jump at the sensation, and you chuckled cunningly, knowing he was about to go out of his mind at the sight. So you merely teased yourself with his throbbing hard-on, but then you were gone.

"Ah, c'mon–oh..."

Donald's eyes shot open and the crease between his eyebrows showed only a second before it faded again.

You offered him a dove-eyed glance through your luscious, and quite frankly expensive, eyelashes before you commenced the task.

Stroking him once, a kitten-licks from his balls and up his shaft,

then gliding a long flat-tongued lick along the prominent, pulsating vein, and then you took his leaking mushroom-head into your mouth.

A groan, a sigh, a moan, and a growl.

He did not know what turned him on the most—the way you looked while you sucked his cock as if your life depended on it, or the fact that just seconds ago you had wet him in your own juices and were now cleaning that very mess up by making an even bigger one.

"Fuck, baby—"

Then the obscene sound one makes when sucking hard while pulling the lollipop away. Although you licked and sucked it like he was candy and you were merely trying to satisfy your sweet tooth, this was Donnie's cock and he wantonly moaned, his hips stuttering.

Pumping his cock, he shifted and you looked up only to feel him pull you closer to him, ushering you to sit in his lap.

Holding you by the throat in his fleshy hand, Donnie tilted his head a tad, the light from the street and moon enough to make his gold tooth glimpse in the dim room.

"If I'm not wrong someone was awfully sure they could handle me not long ago," hummed he, dark eyes fluttering from your eyes to your inviting lips, licking his own. "You're not pussying out on me now, are ya baby?"

"No–no, Don—"

His bionic hand pulled you down by the hips, forcing you to feel just what you had done to him. A gasp got caught in your airway, the hand wrapped around your throat, no exactly threateningly tight, still entrapping you and compromising your air-intake.

"That's good, that's good, baby. 'Cause you're gonna take my cock, now, like the good little girl I know you are, and you ain't gonna stop till my cum pours out of this tight lil' cunt here, a'ight?"

Goddamnit, if you weren't wet before you sure were leaking now.

"I asked if you understand," hissed he through grit teeth, his hot breath fanning over your lips. You nodded, and he mimicked you, laying back down. "Walk the talk, baby, walk the talk."

Bracing yourself, you exhaled and lined him up at your opening. Ragged and uneven, you shuddered as he penetrated the slit, filling you up, little by little.

A sigh fell from Donald and he squeezed your hip. "That's it, baby, you're doing good."

You forced yourself down on him, whimpering as his length pressed into your stomach, and your manicured nails dug into his chest. Finally sitting flat against him with his cock buried deep inside you, a cry fell from your pouted lips when your walls clenched around him.

You were elated when a guttural groan, followed by a deep moan, escaped Donald; at least he felt the pleasure of your pain.

But as you slowly adjusted to the sore rapture, you too could neglect the stinging sensation and began to carefully roll your hips.

Donnie reached for you and pulled you down to connect your laps, thinking it might distract you from whatever discomfort you might experience.

Swallowing the angelic sounds he elicited from you, he sucked on your neck, enjoying the tight feeling the squeezed impressively. Goddamn, he could burst right now but the thing was, despite preferring to have you his way, he surprisingly enjoyed simply lying back, watching you get off on his cock.

He felt nice. Stoking the fire that was currently burning you up from the inside.

"Donnie," hummed you, gasping. "Fuck."

Both of his hands went to your ass, guiding you further down on him, encouraging you into a faster pace, and a string of sounds left you.

The wetness of your pussy could be heard over your whimpers, soon the obscene sound of slapping skin, too, filled the room.

Tears prickled in the corner of your eye, the concoction of pain and pleasure simply too much to handle. Add the increasing ferocity of his lust molding you to fit him to the mix and you were left with begging—no, pleading him to slow down.

"What's wrong, baby? Thought you said you could handle me."

"Ba–baby, I... I can't—" your vocal cord gave out when he twitched inside you, your mouth shaping an 'o'.

"Nu-uh, baby girl. You feel that? You feel how good my cock is filling ya?"

It seemed the roughness and pain and pleasure, as well as his southern drawl, all took your breath away.

"Donni—!" His name stuck in your throat as he lifted you by the waist and began pounding up into you, the most wanton sounds yet again filling the room.

"You got all bratty about wanting my cock, so now you're gonna be a good little brat and ride it out."

At this point you could barely assimilate his words, your mind entering a never-tried-before state of euphoria. It was official. He had successfully fucked you into oblivion. Collapsing on top of Donnie's chest, you cried, moaned, whimpered, and screamed as he fucked you through an orgasm so intense you could hear when your release gushed out of you. Perhaps it was because you had worked yourself up for hours, trying to convince Donald to let you ride him, or maybe it was simply because he felt impossibly good so thick inside you; nevertheless, it sure as hell did not help your course when he reached down to rub your clit in a pitiless motion.

A frenzy startled you, sending that which felt like a jolt of electricity through your body and guiding you towards hypersensitivity, and your walls contracted as Donnie hammered into you, chasing his own high. You knew he was close—his ferity was faltering, his hips stuttered, and with what strength he had left, Donald forced you even closer on to him, groaning as you milked his cock.

Rolling off of him, you struggled to gain composure over your breathing. It felt as if you had just imploded.

He sighed deeply, muttering: "Ah, fuck, baby..."

Tilting your head so that you could see how he was doing, you noticed his eyes flickered between your heaving chest and your sex before he caught you watching.

Following his gaze, a heat came to pool in your cheeks. Fuck.

"Oh... I—"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You were wet. Soaking. Fuck. The luxury Chinese silk quilt that had covered your bed was wrinkled up, a big wet spot on it, the fabric completely engulfed in the smell of sex.

"Did... Did I—" stammered you, unable to finish your question before embarrassment made you cover your face. "Oh, God!"

"Hey, hey, hey. Baby, it's okay, c'mere. C'mere," hushed Donald and tugged you into his warm chest, soothingly stroking your back. It was no secret he was not a big 'snuggler' post-coitus, and although he prided himself on making you squirt over his fucking cock just now, he recognized your mortification. "You did so well for me, baby."

Your clit was stilling throbbing, a mixture of your juices leaking out of your cunt, and you hummed into his chest, trying to calm down. It felt like he had completely molded you to fit him.

"Don't cry, doll. You ain't done nothin' wrong."

"I made a mess," muttered you, too ashamed to even look him directly in the eye.

Donnie hooked a finger beneath your chin, cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

"Baby, hey—" He paused to passionately kiss you, then made you look at him. "That–that was fuckin' hot, yeah? And you did so well for me tonight. Taking it like a champ, wantin' to make me proud, hm."

You smiled in his hands, exhaling before leaning in to kiss him again.

You were already feeling much better; the soothing caress calming you down, the tingling sensation wearing off, and the praise—oh! the praise doing its job beautifully. But as nice as it was to finally be able to nestle up together, you were beginning to feel sticky.

"Babe," hummed you, your voice soft. He muttered a response, eyes closed. "Would you perhaps draw me a bath?"

A little pause ensued, but then you felt him moving a bit, then a sweet kiss being pressed to your forehead.

"Bubbles or no bubbles?"

[cottoncandyjester]

Pink roses (hikaru backstory part one)

Decided to explain hikaru more cause I love him

Warning this story contains: child abuse, heavy talks about incest, talk about sexual themes, toxic relationships

"such clear skin, what a cutie he would be perfect for our movie"

Hikaru kept his head down as he gripped the Lacy pink dress his mother made him wear. He was always dolled up like a little girl his mother said it was to get more people to love him but a part of him knew it was cause he looked adorable like this and older men liked that.

His mother and father were famous both actors and models, his older twin sisters were also gaining popularity for them coming out as transgender. Hikaru's little sister was starting her career as a child actress in movies, as the middle child hikaru was told that he always had to do things he never wanted to. That's how it was, he was told to smile and act cute after all being a star was practically the reason he was born.

"are you ready to start the movie?"

With a shaky nod hikaru nodded before following the men into a back room, what happened next was nothing short of horrific. He watched as his mother counted the large stack of money as they both sat in the back of the black van. With a shaking hand he reached out gripping his mother's arm only for her to coldly push his hand away.

"you didn't make nearly as much as you should have, didn't I tell you that wearing makeup will make them like you more? Guess we just have to try harder tommorow right?" Hikaru gulped harshly before giving his mother a nervous grin before nodding.

Hikaru's family always ignored him unless they needed something, everyone but his brothers they had a sick love for their baby brother. A sick love that shaped hikaru into the person he is, they were four years older than him. Hikaru was ten when their harassment began

"so pretty hika, like a little doll"

"how about you be our dollie? If you let us dress you up then maybe you'll get more attention from mother and father"

Hikaru was basically signing a deal with the devil but it worked, more and more attention was shown his way and he loved every ounce of it, every praise and worship sent him over the moon. He got anything he wanted as long as he smiled pretty during photoshoots and let his brothers have their sadistic fun.

"I want a dog."

"a dog? Oh sweetie dogs are filthy and disgusting"

"I WANT a dog"

Hikaru glared at his father who hated seeing hikaru so upset, how could he say no?plus his birthday was awfully close So the next day they took a drive out hikaru expected them to go to a pet store so he can pick out his furry friend but instead they stopped infront of a house.

"papa, where are we?"

"we're getting you a dog pumpkin, now this dog is very special. You have to train him extra hard even if he cries for you to stop..no matter how human he looks he isn't"

Hikaru was confused but followed his father into the house only to see a family, two boys and a mother. Hikaru didn't really focus on his father speaking or the screaming, instead he walked over to the oldest son and curiously touched him.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before hikaru's father guided both boys home. Salem was forced to sit on the car floor and hikaru couldn't help but at confusion at his new..pet? He wanted a real dog this was a person granted the person was very pretty looking but they were still a person.

Once home hikaru was allowed to play with his new companion but he wasn't sure exactly what to do, how does one interact in a situation like this? Hikaru sat on his bed while salem sat on the floor in the corner of the room

"what's your name?"

"salem.."

Hikaru gave a small hum before hearing his brothers burst into his room as usual probably to toy with him once more.

"hika, we found a really cute maid outfit we wanna see you in"

"be our pretty catgirl meow meow~"

The two boys stopped and gazed at salem who whined slightly before curling up more out of fear. The two boys were very protective of hikaru so of course a random person in their sweet baby brother's room was a huge no. Yuuta, the older twin was like a wild bull when angry all he knew was rage. With one swift movement he snatched salem up holding him up by the back of his shirt like he was some alleycat.

"so, he finally got you your own dog? Well I suppose it's better than a cat why isn't it leashed up hika?"

"he probably doesnt know what to do..how adorable! This is his first dog"

The second twin was yuuji, he always reminded hikaru of a snake who manipulated everyone to get what he wanted cause he was cute, he usually hid behind yuuta poking his head out from behind his twin and always wearing such an innocent childish expression.

Hikaru stood infront of the boys unsure of how to save this situation, if he defended salem then his family might see him different and that terrified him more than ever. He gulped as he simply tried to mimic his brothers in the way they acted towards strangers or those lower than them

"g-give my mutt back already, he's mine I'll deal with him my way" he stood tall as he tried to seem rough but he wasn't expecting salem to bite but he winced at the sight of yuuta dropping him before kicking the poor boy so hard his back hit the wall

"stupid mutt! Ugh I have a mark! Hika you gonna let that mouth breather do that?" Hikaru glanced over at salem who slowly tried to stand up despite the intense pain throughout his entire body.

"what...should I do?"

This time it was yuuji who spoke up now moving to hug hikaru from behind with a dark grin, he slowly trailed his hands lower and lower...making hikaru feel dirty.

"bad dogs deserve to be beaten and punished, he's not a real human he's a dog in a human costume" hikaru felt his blood run Cold as he stared at the bruised shaking boy in the corner, what did this person do to him to warrant this abuse? Hikaru turned to face his brother only to tense at his cold expression.

"if you protect that thing, I swear we'll make you wish you were dead.. who knows what might happen if mother and father find out you want to make friends with commoners, we helped you so you don't have to do anymore of those scary movies..do you want to go back to that hika?"

Hikaru sucked in a sharp breath as he remembered all those dirty feelings that would go for hours upon hours, he felt like he cracked a little and tears filled his eyes thinking about that horrible horrible moment. "No! Please! No more! I can't do that again!" His blubbering gained both boys attention which resulted them sandwiching him in a hug, he was trapped both mentally and physically.

"be a good boy, we just want to help you"

"there's no one else you can trust hika, now you know what you have to do!"

They released him only to push him towards salem who was once again curled up shaking, the two locked eyes for a few minutes before hikaru closed his eyes tightly and slapped salem across the face as hard as he possibly could only to hear a tiny yelp from the boy. Hikaru slowly opened his eyes only to see salem crying while holding his cheek, the sting feeling hikaru felt reminded him that he went another day free from torment.

Hikaru slowly got more and more used to hitting salem after that, it came a point where he had forgotten why he was smacking him around. It became a point where hikaru became colder and crueler, he was truly acting like a member of the family.

One day hikaru can back from school heartbroken, he went into his room and laid in his bed ignoring salem who slept on the floor. Salem had never heard hikaru cry but the sound made his chest tighten, hikaru soon felt someone nudge him and he sat up only to see salem sitting on his knees in front of the bed.

Hikaru don't know what came over him but he ended up letting salem lay in bed with him that night. The two gazed at each other and it was salem who reached out grasping hikaru's hands and interlacing their fingers together. There was a long silence before hikaru gave a low huff

"salem.. you'll love me forever won't you?"

"yes master!"

Those words were what drove hikaru to press his lips against the male's the kiss definitely got far more intense and before the two knew it they were getting far more intimate, it was definitely a night hikaru couldn't forget but it was also a night that granted the two many consequences.

From the hallway two whispering voices were heard, two very angry and betrayed voices.

"I'll kill that damn mutt for dirtying hikaru!"

"poor hika, he's too innocent to make these choices he needs his big brothers. We should show him just how awful dogs are"

[brelione]

The Goddess Part Two (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Part Three  Part One

The next time he saw you was at the petting zoo.He knew you’d be there but for some reason he was still shocked to see you.You hadnt seen him yet,though.It was before opening hours.He was hiding in the lower branches of a tree,watching as you sung to the goats.He couldnt even understand the words you were saying,just the sound of your voice as it hit unbelievably high notes.It was enough to make his heart thump,his chest to tighten and him to almost fall off of the tree branch he had been clinging too.Suddenly you were all that mattered to him.Nothing else existed.Just you.His eyes were almost like cameras,zooming in on you.You were wearing a white sundress that somehow hadnt gotten any dirt or goat poop on it.Your hair was messy and curly from the salt water you swam in all the time,your shiny jewelry glistening in the sunlight.You snapped your fingers,one of the smaller goats had literally jumped on you.

You giggled,holding a flower out to it.The goat got back down and they ran around their hay covered fenced in area.Your house was a good distance away from the area but it was still within his line of vision.Your family was absolutely rich but you werent kooks.You guys willingly chose to live in a shitty house.It looked shitty from the outside but JJ had never been inside.Your father had payed JJ large amounts of money to mow your lawn every tuesday.It didnt need to be mowed.You could just have the goats eat up the excess grass,or the chickens,or the cows.But little did JJ know that you were behind his weekly job.You knew that JJ didnt have a lot of money and shifted between John.B’s house and his own house,spending some nights at the beach.

You wanted JJ to have a good amount of money for anything he might need.Whether it be gas,a coffee,a new shirt,going to the laundromat.You just liked the idea of him being safe and happy all the time.Thats when he had seen you wearing that lovely sweater.You had come out of your house,placing a small jar of home made jam,a paper bag and an energy drink out on your deck before going back inside.JJ had been watching you out of the corner of his eye,blushing a bit when he realized that you were leaving him a breakfast.You left the fenced in area,the goats trying to follow you out. “Oh,dont act like you dont get all the attention in the world!”You had said quietly to them as they stared up at you.

JJ didnt even wonder how he had heard it from where he was.You were walking towards the tree with a light blue bag.JJ cursed,trying to move higher up in the tree.He hadnt even noticed that he was in the branches above the cows.There were six cows total,two of which were extremely fluffy.When you got to the fence only a few feet away from him you looked over at the tree. “Hey.”You nodded before opening the light blue bag.His eyebrows furrowed,stunned by how casual you were being. “Hi.”He replied,his voice sounding hoarse.He mentally slapped himself,clearing his throat quietly. “You know we dont let anyone pet the goats or hold the chickens until 10.What’s up?”You asked,taking fistfulls of food out of the light blue bag as cows approached you.He rolled his eyes so far back in his head he should’ve been able to see his brain,resting his head against the tree bark.Why did you have to be like this?He actually wanted to talk to you,to have a conversation and make you giggle. 

“I mow your lawn on Tuesday’s,princess.”He reminded you.You raised your eyebrows as you pet one of the cows. “J,its monday.”You huffed as you let another cow eat oats straight out of your hand.He scoffed. “It is not-”He paused to take out his phone,checking the day. “Shit.”He groaned.You smiled. “Its fine,JJ.Have you eaten today?”You asked.He grumbled something. “What?”You asked.He sighed. “I said,why do you care?”He asked.You shrugged,tossing out more oats. “Breakfast is really important for you guys.”You replied,eyes going wide when you realized what you said.He squinted. “What?You mean poor people?”He asked,aggravated.You shook your head. “No,JJ.Thats not what I mean at all.You’re a growing boy,you need to eat.”You explained yourself.He hopped down from the tree,towering over you.

You stared up at him.He stared at you with admiration.Your eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up,the whites of your eyes slightly pink.You smelled like peaches,cookie dough and ocean.It was a strange concoction but somehow it was pleasant.You were wearing cute socks that had winnie the pooh on them.You werent wearing shoes though,just the socks and the dress. “So um...I have to collect the chicken eggs.Do you want breakfast or a coffee or something?”You asked,playing with your bracelets.As much as he hated you-or at least as he pretended to hate you he was really hungry.He wasnt hungry.He just wanted to be around you.He shrugged. “Okay,but that doesnt make us friends.”he pointed at you.You nodded,biting back a smile. “Wouldnt dream of it.”You replied.He followed you to the chicken coop. “Morning ladies!”You exclaimed as you opened the nesting boxes,placing the eggs in an egg carton. “Um….Im sorry JJ,but could you please hold this?”You asked,gesturing toward the egg carton.

He held out his hands and you thanked him quietly,handing him the egg carton.Perhaps if he really hated you as much as he said he did he would drop the eggs on purpose.But he didnt.You apologized a few times for the long walk to the house from the chicken coop.You struggled to open the door,kicking it open.He just followed you to the kitchen.Your house was….it was just kind of beautifully chaotic.Murals across the walls,mermaids,a sunset with beautiful blue waves.Your kitchen had white tiles on the floor,marble counter tops and a white fridge.The table had a white tablecloth that was covered with flower print.You placed the two egg cartons you had been carrying down.You jumped a bit when you moved your elbow,feeling JJ right behind you. “Sorry.”You mumbled,moving out of the way.He grinned at how nervous he was making you right now.Usually it was the other way around.Your kitchen smelled like bread and strawberries.His nose was correct.

He spotted jars of strawberry jam and saw a loaf of bread wrapped in parchment paper. “What do you want for breakfast?”You asked him.He glanced at the bread and jam on the countertops.You turned,getting the message.You told him to sit down at the table and he couldnt help but feel a bit uneasy.He’d never been inside your house before.He looked outside your kitchen window to see your garden.Your garden was kind of famous.Lemon and peach trees,berry bushes,flowers,herbs,garlic and potatoes.People from figure 8 would call your father when they were in need of bread,biscuits,muffins,cakes,jellys,jams,eggs.

Basically anything.A good amount of families had hosted birthdays at your house and you’d help your father bake the cakes,usually making spaghetti or mac and cheese for the children.And now JJ was sitting at your kitchen table about to dine like a king free of charge.He took this chance to ask you some questions about yourself,knowing youd probably answer honestly without thinking about it because you were currently busy. “So like...whats the deal with your mom?”He asked.You shrugged your shoulders as you spread jam across a slice of bread. “She dropped me off at the door then disappeared.”You replied.Youd been over the story dozens of times,no emotions even ties to the story at this point.He nodded. “That sucks.”You giggled quietly at the statement.You really didnt care.She made her choice and your father made his. 

“So what do you do all day in this house?You never go anywhere.You got a lot of boyfriends that come around?”He asked.You sighed as you cut up an apple.You smiled to yourself.That was the stupidest thing youd ever heard. “I go places.”You retaliated.He scoffed. “Where?Where have you gone?”He asked.You blushed from the realization. “I go to the beach.”You replied,looking over your shoulder. “You need to get out more.Half the people on this island dont even know you exist.”He watched how your body moved as you arranged the apples into a flower. “Okay.”Was all you had do say before you placed the plate down in front of him. “You want some coffee?”you asked.He shook his head. 

“Sit down.”He suggested.He was telling you what to do in your own house.That was probably the strangest thing that had happened for you that week.You sat across from him,tapping on the wooden table. “thanks,(Y/N).”He mumbled quietly.You just nodded.He stared down at his plate,not touching the food. “You’re not gonna eat anything?”He asked.You shook your head. “Not up for it,I already had a coffee today.”You replied.He nodded. “You werent freaked out over the fact I was in one of your trees...why?”He asked.You just shrugged. “A lot of weird stuff happens in my life,believe it or not.”You replied,watching him pull apart his bread and stuff it in him mouth. “So...um….are you gonna leave when youre done with breakfast?”You asked.He grinned. “Wow,trying to get rid of me already?”He asked.You huffed. “Its not like that!Im just trying to figure out what my plan is for the day.”You explained yourself.He nodded.

 “Its not like you’ve got any big plans.I think im gonna stay around here just to spite you.”He smiled.You nodded. “Okay.”You replied.He ran his hand through his hair. “Im kidding.”He replied.You nodded. “Right.I mean I guess you could stay here if you want.”You offered.He chewed his bottom lip. “What if you come with me to the beach and surf for a while?Ive heard you’re okayish as surfing.”He smirked.You scratched your collarbone. “Uh...okay.Okay.”You mumbled awkwardly.You couldnt believe you had just agreed to hang out with JJ Maybank of all people.He hated you.You just had to hope that he wouldnt murder you or something.His eyes widened. “Yeah?You’re gonna come over to the dark side with me?”He asked,smile widening.You grinned. “Dont make me regret it.”You mumbled,getting up from the table.He heard you go up the stairs and he let out a loud sigh.He really just did that.

He wiped his palms of his shorts,blinking hard.He was gonna spend the day with you.He couldnt mess this up.That being said you already thought he hated you and he was kind of a bitch to you but now you would get to actually hang out with him.This was his chance to become your friend.He ate the rest of his breakfast as quickly as he could,placing the plate in the sink.He heard you come back down stairs.He turned to send you a teasin remark but his jaw fell,eyes going wide when he saw what you were wearing.That sweater.You had changed out of the dress,now wearing black shorts,flip flops and that sweater that looked unbelievably amazing on you. “Uh-youre ready to go?”He asked.You nodded.The two of you walked out and you stopped to grab your surfboard. “I know a good surf spot.”He told you.You nodded.He took you down some old dirt roads and a small path through the woods.WHen you came out of the woods you were on pale hot sand,shells and small smooth rocks sprinkling across the land. “The waves are kinda small but theyll get bigger.”He said,sitting down. “Thats what she said.”You grinned to yourself.

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