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punkshort · 3 months ago

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Christmas in the City

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: As if your holiday season couldn't get any worse, you get lost on your way to the first day of your new job. Lucky for you, a handsome and flirty stranger finds you on the verge of tears and walks you to your office building, turning your day around instantly.

Warnings: language, fluff, meet-cute, Narcos AU (I basically plucked out the character, stripped him of his DEA credentials, and gave him a different (but similar) job and home), cheesy hallmark vibes, flirting

WC: 2.8K

A/N: This story is inspired by a small thread I found on Twitter ages ago. A girl told a similar story, although there was no romantic element. If anyone recognizes this story can you send it to me so I can credit it?

Your day was turning out to be an absolute nightmare.

Washington, D.C. was still a big and foreign city to you, so it was hardly your fault. You mapped out the walk to work over the weekend, timed how long it would take you to get to your new job from your little apartment, but that was before the snow fell. Now, everything looked completely different and you lost your sense of direction almost immediately.

In the distance, through the mountains of snow pushed between the sidewalks and streets, you thought you saw the glow of a coffee shop you recognized, so you tucked your arms against your chest and pushed on, praying you were headed in the right direction.

It took a few minutes before the light changed and you were safe to cross the street. Seconds kept chipping away and you tried not to stress about the time. You had to resign yourself to the fact that you were going to make a horrible first impression on your boss and be late for your very first day of work at the F.B.I.

And although you knew it was out of your control at that point, you still felt tears sting your eyes when you approached the coffee shop and realized it was, in fact, not the one you recognized from your dry run over the weekend.

You wanted to blame it on the sharp winter wind that bit at your cheeks that made the first tears fall, but deep down you knew the truth. You were a stranger in a busy city about to start a job you had hoped you could make into a successful career, but with your poor planning and horrible sense of direction, you likely just ruined your chances at the position of a lifetime.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You whipped around at the deep voice behind you, but not before swiping quickly at the wet tears on your cheeks with your gloved hand.

"Oh," you breathed when you first laid eyes on the concerned bystander. For one brief moment, you forgot all your worries because the man was gorgeous. Tall and lean with beautiful, soft brown eyes and a prominent mustache decorating his lip, your handsome stranger had you temporarily forgetting your misery as you got lost in his eyes.

"Um, I'm fine," you insisted with a tremble to your voice once you blinked and snapped yourself out of your daydream.

"You sure? You look a little lost," he said with a furrow to his brow.

And maybe it was the stress from the morning that got to you, or maybe it was the looming cloud in the back of your mind reminding you this would be your first Christmas all alone without your family, but suddenly you couldn't stop the hot tears that streamed down your cheeks.

The man's eyes widened in surprise before he glanced around nervously. You buried your face in your hands, knowing you must have been smearing your makeup, but at that point you didn't care. Your day was already ruined.

"Come on, you're alright," he said soothingly. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you in the direction of the coffee shop. "You need something to warm you up, let's go," he added before swinging the door open for you.

"I-I'm already going to be so late," you protested, but he shushed you and pressed a hand against your middle back, giving you a gentle push inside the cozy café.

"If you're already late, what's another ten minutes?" he replied before approaching the counter and taking his gloves off. It was at that point you noticed he was dressed very nicely in an expensive looking three piece suit with a long, black wool overcoat. The only thing out of place were his clunky winter boots, and the sight actually managed to make the corner of your mouth turn up a bit.

"Two hot chocolates, please," he said before fishing out his wallet. Then he glanced back at you before adding, "and a blueberry muffin."

"Oh, you don't have to, I can pay for mine," you said, fumbling for your purse. He shook his head and swiped his card before you could say another word.

"Not a chance."

You smiled up at him, eyes still glistening with tears. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied before handing you your drink and muffin. "Well worth the five bucks to see you smile."

Your face flushed with heat from his kind compliment. You looked around the shop for a place to sit, hoping to hide your embarrassment for just a moment. The pair of you sat down at a table by the window and you took a deep, steadying breath before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a grateful sip.

"I'm Javier," he said, and with a smirk, he stretched his arm across the small table. Your face warmed again when you realized you hadn't even remembered to introduce yourself. You took his hand and shook it, telling him your name while silently marveling at how warm his hands were, despite the weather. He must have very high quality gloves, you thought.

"Well, thank you again, Javier," you said before splitting the muffin and handing him half. He smiled and plucked it from your fingers with a nod.

"You're welcome. Now, what's got you so sad this beautiful morning?" he asked. You laughed, glancing out the window at the anything but beautiful morning waiting for you outside.

"I'm supposed to start my new job today and I'm completely lost," you explained while picking at the muffin. "I just moved here and I'm not familiar with the city. I thought I knew my way to work, but I got turned around and I'm pretty sure I'm going to get fired, now."

Javier huffed and took a sip from his cup. "Where do you work?"

"The F.B.I," you said. If it weren't D.C., you were sure there would have been a stronger reaction to your place of employment, but the city was filled with people who worked for the federal government, so it was far from uncommon.

"Ah, I know where that building is," he said before wiping his mouth with a napkin and crumpling it up. "Why don't I walk you over? It's not far."

"Oh, no," you said with a shake of your head. "You're probably late for work, too. And by the looks of it, you're someone important."

Javier grinned and leaned back in his chair. The café was decorated for Christmas, garland and twinkle lights were wound around every ledge and window. When he looked at you, his eyes sparkled with their reflection, and it was impossible to ignore the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

"I'll be alright. It's not too far. C'mon," he said, standing after you finished your muffin. He stretched out a hand for you after pulling his gloves back on and you smiled before taking it and joining him.

"What did you get hired to do for the F.B.I?" he asked once you were back out on the busy sidewalk. He kept a tight hold on your hand, each of you still clutching your hot chocolate with the other. Anybody walking by might guess you were a couple based on how easily you leaned into each other as you dodged pedestrians from the opposite direction and the thought made you giddy.

"Oh, nothing exciting. Just a secretary for a higher level agent," you said with a shrug.

"Yeah? Nice guy?" he asked curiously. When you came to a stop at the corner, waiting for the light to change, you took the opportunity to look up at him once again. His cheeks were slightly pink from the cold, as well as the tip of his angular nose, and you found it incredibly endearing for some reason.

"I haven't actually met him," you admitted. "I only interviewed with Human Resources and the woman I was replacing. Can't imagine being almost thirty minutes late is going to leave a positive impression, though."

"Don't sweat it. If he's a reasonable guy, he'd understand. Besides, he'd be stupid to let you go," he said, eyes scanning you up and down with a teasing lilt to his voice. Your mouth dropped open the slightest bit, giving away your surprise when it occurred to you for the first time this guy might have actually been flirting with you. It was loud on the streets, the sounds of people talking and laughing combined with the road noise made it impossible to hear him chuckle, but the foggy exhale from his nose when he smirked told you he found your reaction amusing and hopefully adorable.

"You're being too nice," you warned him, then the light changed and you let him lead you across the street, his hand still tightly clutching yours. "You don't even know me. I could be a terrible worker."

"I doubt that," he scoffed before tugging your hand around a corner, leading you back north. It was around then you realized you would have been walking for an hour before you found the right direction.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

Javier grinned but kept his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"You were crying in the street about being late for a job as a secretary, sweetheart. You can be a secretary anywhere, right? So only thing I can think is you hate to let people down, which, to me, is an important quality in a good worker."

You laughed and held onto his hand a little tighter, pausing to toss both of your empty cups in the trash before continuing your snowy walk.

"What is it that you do, Javier?" you asked, dreamily looking up at him. He opened his mouth to answer but he was cut short by a man's panicked voice.

"Whoa, watch out!"

A courier bike has been racing down the street, and at the last second, jumped the curb to avoid getting hit by a taxi. You hardly had time to register the messenger's warning when a sharp tug came from Javier, who had pulled you out of the way without hesitation. You stumbled to the side, narrowly missing getting knocked over, and fell right into Javier's arms. Due to your momentum, he spun you both around so you wouldn't fall and in the blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the frosty glass storefront of a bakery with Javier accidentally pinning you with his body.

"Are you alright?" he asked breathlessly. You nodded, heart racing in your chest.

"Yeah. Shit. Thank you," you mumbled.

"Sorry!" came the distant apology from the bike messenger, already halfway down the block. Javier lifted his chin to scowl in his direction, allowing your brain a chance to catch up, and you immediately grew flustered when you realized the compromising position you were in. His body was firm and broad underneath his suit and coat. You could feel his strength even underneath all the layers between you. Glancing up, you saw his one forearm was braced above your head while his other hand had found a home on your lower back.

Your gaze traveled slowly up his torso, noticing for the first time your hands were clutching at his coat for dear life, a fact that added to the many reasons your cheeks felt so warm.

When Javier turned to look down at you, you could see the moment he realized how close you had become, but instead of growing shy, his eyes darkened and he swallowed tightly.

"You got a little-"

Javier released your waist and pulled off his glove with his teeth so he could swipe his thumb gently under your eye, fixing your smeared mascara from your earlier bouts of tears. Your eyelids fluttered from his careful touch and your breath got caught in your throat when you noticed the way his hand lingered on your face for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled his hand away and stepped backwards.

He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his thick, dark brown hair before shoving his hand back in his glove.

"Alright, trouble, we're almost there."

You blinked and nodded before forcing yourself off the window to join him. Your hand fidgeted at your side, wishing you had the guts to take his hand again, but much to your delight, Javier's fingers laced with yours after half a block, making you both smile shyly when you caught each other's eye.

"Any big plans for the holidays?" Javier asked you. You shook your head sadly.

"I just moved here and my family all lives in a small town outside of Albany," you explained. "If I do still have a job, I certainly couldn't ask for time off already. And if I don't, well," you laughed lightly and shook your head. "I don't exactly have the money to travel, so... quiet Christmas this year. What about you?"

"No big plans. I don't have much family, but the ones I do have are in Texas. Wasn't planning on traveling home this year, so... quiet Christmas for me, too."

You tried, you really did, to come up with the courage to ask for his number or give him yours. For the entirety of the walk to your building, you kept rehearsing things you could say: Maybe we can get together if we're both in town? I'd love to get you a hot chocolate to repay the favor... or something stronger. Ugh. Dumb. Hey, since I'm new around here and it sounds like we'll both have time on our hands, why don't you show me around? Nope. Too bold. Why don't you give me your number so I can let you know if I kept my job after all?

Yes. That was the one. Light hearted and kind of funny. But when you found yourselves standing outside the familiar looking building, moments away from saying your goodbyes, you chickened out.

"Well, thank you again," you said nervously. He dropped your hand and opened the front door to the lobby, holding it for you so you could walk inside. It was quiet in the expansive lobby due to the odd hour. Most employees had already arrived for the day and were somewhere in the depths of the building, along with a very likely irate HR recruiter wondering where you were.

"No problem, happy to help out," he said with a lopsided grin. You didn't even question why he was still walking with you towards the front desk, far too preoccupied with the fact you were going to lose your job before it even started. When you got close enough to the receptionist, she glanced up from her computer and gave you both a warm smile.

"Hi, good morning," you told her while clasping your hands on top of the tall counter. You gave her your name and the name of your HR recruiter, letting her know you were a little late and you had run into some trouble with the weather.

"Alrighty, give me one moment and I'll have Carly meet you to review your onboarding paperwork. I see you've already met Agent Peña - good morning, Javier," she added with a flirty smile in his direction. Your jaw dropped and you swiveled to your left but he was already calling the elevator a short distance away.

"Morning, Laura," he called, locking eyes with you for just a brief moment before the elevators dinged. You stood frozen in shock, unable to form a single thing to say when he added, "I better get upstairs. My new secretary's supposed to start today. It'd look terrible if I were late."

Javier stepped into the car and tapped a number along with a plastic ID card. His gaze found yours once more and she shot you a playful wink right before the doors slid shut, leaving you to your stunned silence.

"Is- is that..." you trailed off, still staring blankly at the closed elevator. "Is that the agent I'm assigned to?"

Laura had just set her phone down in the cradle. "Yeah," she said dreamily before glancing around the empty room and leaning forward. "Lucky girl. His other secretary was with him for ages. I heard when she announced her retirement, HR got, like, thirty internal resumes for the job," she giggled.

"Oh, wow," was all you could muster before the elevator reopened and out stepped Carly.

"Good morning!" she said cheerily. "Sorry to hear you ran into some tough weather but I'm glad you made it. Don't worry, Agent Peña just got here, too."

You still apologized profusely for your tardiness as you followed her onto the elevator, your mind and pulse racing at the sudden turn of events.

"He's very nice, I think you'll get along great," Carly added while watching the numbers above the elevator door.

"Yeah, I think so, too," you replied, trying to hide the excitement from your voice.

Maybe your first day wasn't going to be a complete nightmare, after all.

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razzellyn · 29 days ago

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The First Part was ages ago and i forgot about it...

Scenario:

Human!Reader offered to give the bots a proper car wash! Or... Plane and ship, and truck wash or whatever. Part. 2!

Also, slight romance <3 (maybe idk)

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Dexter:

He didn't mind the offer at first. He thought that it'd be a nice way of, y'know, hanging out with each other. It immediately changed his perspective of the offer to a completely different level when you actually gave him a wash.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed when he realized how dirty his frame was, it's the fact that you were so close to his frame with your tiny little fingers pressing up against every nook and cranny of him that it sometimes tickles. Oh and he's also very flustered, but he managed to keep it to himself.

Heheh, [ ] stop tickling me...

I'm not?

Yes you are. silly giggles

He thanks you afterwards. Feeling up his clean frame before asking if you wanted a ride somewhere as a payback. Which, only ended up with you scolding him because he might make himself dirty again.

Fleta Z:

He's thankful for the offer, but also confused. How is someone as small as you is going to clean a plane like him? It surprises him greatly once you give him a shower. He should've expected the hose.

He's not too flustered about it. Sure, it's looking a bit like an intimate gesture, but why does he care? He gets his frame cleaned, a win for him. Also, he's really just enjoying the gesture.

Could you please go a little to the left?

Oh! This one?

Yes, thank you.

He's polite to you nonetheless. Directing you on where he needed cleaning, and... other helpful things. He was very appreciative of it. Also offering you a ride if you wanted. He even made a little tune just for you!

Wild Guardy:

At first he was confused, then he was shocked, then he was normal. At least he looked like it. He nodded at your offer, not really realizing what he brought himself into.

A cold spray of water brought him out of his zoning out. He was staring at you the whole time, yet somehow none of you noticed. He was flustered as hell, but managed to keep it under wraps. Sure, he twitched every now and then, but surely you hadn't noticed... right?

You seem troubled?

I am fine. (Voice crack)

Uhm... Sure.

Oh he was so entranced by you. Obviously he thanked you for your help, however he was a bit sheepish when doing so. You asked if he wanted to do it again and he blue screened at the question. He probably will, but he'll need a whole night to prepare for that again.

Buffalo Crush:

He agreed in no time! Literally turning into his car-mode immediately upon asking him. Not knowing what he just brought upon himself.

And he probably never will? He was too busy watching the water fall of his hood and having fun to even notice your clothes pressing tightly against your body.

This is fun. Can we do this again tomorrow?

If you're somehow dirty again, i guess.

Before you know it, he comes back to you the next day covered in dirt and mud and many other things.

Buster Gallon:

He's very dismissive, surprisingly. For someone who looks like they care about their vanity, Buster Gallon didn't seem to mind the amount of dirt on his plating.

At first he simply rejected your request. Saying that he's too busy doing whatever the hell he's doing, then he makes the excuse of being able to do it himself. Obviously, you forced him instead.

I'm telling you, I can do this myself-!

SHUSH!

You're not even listening!

In the end, he was grateful for your help. Even if he doesn't outright say it, he's thankful enough to have you as a friend. Someone who'll force him to take care of himself, even if he gets irritated.

Black Hook:

Ah, the arrogant pirate himself. Did you expect this to be easy? Of course not! Fortunately he actually agreed. Pretty quickly too, complaining a bit about how the grime and dirt in his body was starting to make him itch.

You didn't even know that was possible until today. Unfortunately, your 'help' felt more like your 'job' as he forces you around on where to scrub and pour water on. And soap. And literally everything else.

You're doing this all wrong!

I'm doing everything!!

He'll act like a brat in the first few minutes—or hours, but he'll ease up on you in the end. He's just really bossy. He thanked you at least.

Heavy Iron:

At first he was perplexed with the idea of letting a human clean up his body, even as you point out how terrible he looked. He declines your offer at first, but then he mulled it over and reluctantly agreed.

Mulled it over meaning he realized that he can't reach into the really tiny, itchy seams with his big, stubby fingers. Yes, that's what he forces you to do.

Unfortunately, he doesn't speak much. Sometimes he'd make a comment or two, but that was it.

When you were done cleaning him, he simply nodded at you then left. Your thoughts think that he's not being rude, just being awkward.

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Idk i made this while probably being half-asleep

#razzy's little headcanons #metal cardbot #메탈카드봇 #metalcardbot

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matenrou-fan · 2 years ago

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~Intoxication~

Me: oh I just will take a day off from Tumblr! *writing the biggest fic I ever made.*

Anyways this idea was in my mind for a pretty long time but I was kinda indecisive to start this work. Feel more nervous than when I posted another pretty dirty fic as this time it's much harsher. So please read tags carefully.

Intoxication of love.. or of lust? Diavolo didn't know himself what exactly was outweighed in his chest, but there's something he knows for sure - he'll make you his today.

femreader, possessive!Diavolo, delusional!Diavolo, aphrodisiac, oral (receiving), fingering (receiving), dirty talk, crempie, drugging, dumbification, non-con, slut shaming, Master/slave undertones;; 3914 words;; Please contact me if you think I forgot to add something!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

Just another evening in Demon Lord's Castle.. Well, at least from your point of view, as everything was so casual, casual as it was a few days ago, and a week ago, and a month ago. There's no fear or thrilling excitement that tickles in your chest when you visit such a luxurious place for the first few times. And of course you stop seeing Lord Diavolo as someone authoritative and powerful, more like a good friend who you don't mind to tease sometimes.

But that's what he's needed, that's what he expected to see - a zero suspicion or careful attention from you. And that is what would help him to put his plan into practice.

"Mm, s/o, you're here! I was waiting for you." - With a usual big smile he got closer, flung out his arms in a lavish gesture.

All speeches are well prepared. All his actions, every movement is well prepared. Not too perfect to evoke a feeling of falseness, but without any wild surprises, keeping your guard down.

Today he's more collected than before his official meetings or important events. Why? Because losing his status or just getting a little confused on scene is not bothering his heart as much as thoughts about losing you on a strange path of your relationship with demons around. Moving closer to one demon brother, than to another, like a little brat that just plays on crossroads but never stepping too far away in one certain direction. And moreover, never looking in his way, stepping on Diavolo's side only when you're too bored and have no right mood with these seven jerks. You just know how to play with their hearts, and today there would be a punishment. Don't want to get closer on your own? Be ready that sooner or later there will be a strong arm that just finally drags you to one of the ways. And the young Lord is willing to make you fall into his ground. To his feet.

"Sorry that I didn't text you back sooner.. Was a little bit busy." - your soft smile is adorable, but he notices how the corners of your lips twitch a little before lifting up. Oh, busy? You always have this 'guilty smile', that's what he called it, when getting late in RAD or in his Castle, or somewhere else, just because you were having fun with someone else, not because you're busy. Foolish and so air headed outside, Diavolo actually carefully remembered all pieces of information about you, all these small differences in your reactions..

"Ah, it's okay! I'm ready to forgive you, but only if you would tell me what happened.." - no indication of envy or anger, only this slight flirt that he always did, which always makes you think you're in charge and can tease him a little.

"Oh, nothing too serious. You know, just Mammon again is-"

Listening to your voice while you two sit at the table, Diavolo truly listens to all this nonsense, showing his usual reaction - laugh and just a little bit of jealousy about you all having such a good time in House of Lamentation. But it's just a piece of his attention, when inside his thoughts were far away from all these demons, as he concentrated on a cup of herbal tea in your arm. Almost full without a few sips, maybe he should shut your mouth a little and tell you something too so you would pay more attention to your drink? Effect would last pretty long yet his patience is otherwise.

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"Really? I never knew that.." - you mumble, smiling weakly as you look at your almost empty cup. It was such a pretty long day, that's why you suddenly start feeling kinda strange? Something like drowsiness, but at the same time like a second wind too.. Like if you didn't sleep for a few days and all your motions get so slow but suddenly a new wave of energy hits your body.. But not in some fresh way, as these goosebumps on your skin make you heated up. It's like it hits not your whole insides, but only the lower part…? The more you try to describe your own feelings, the more confused you get. Such a mix of thoughts in your head makes you dizzy.

Oh. oh. And of course Diavolo quickly noticed that. Who, as if not your generous, kind and cheerful friend who invited you to visit him today, will help you now?

"S/o, is everything alright?" - the itch to add some slight mockery in his tone was almost irresistible, but that's too early for something like that. There's plenty of time for him to have some fun with vengeance for all days that you ignored him..

"No, I think I just don't sleep that well tonight.." - a small trembling sigh escapes your lips, as you rub your temple in circle motions. But thoughts keep fading away in the middle of sentences, how can you even explain to him properly this strange sudden fatigue?

"Hm, maybe we should have a little walk around my Castle? It always helps me feel a little bit more fresh.."

Diavolo's right, as it helps you too sometimes, especially when you just want to clear your head, like right now.

But today the corridors of his residence were more like a labyrinth, and even familiar places were so far away and strange for you. Necessity of carrying on a conversation did not divert you from this nagging waves of pain, and the cheerful, unstoppable bubbling of the young Lord just turns your mind into a complete mush. Where were your thoughts, and where was his one, that he pushed in your mind with this chirping..? Your weak whining was the only response to his question that you didn't even understand. Perfect.

"S/o..?" - Snaps of fingers were so close to your nose but you didn't even react that well, only shrugging a little. You lazily turned to face Diavolo, but not for scolding him for such boorish behavior, your minds didn't even produce a thought about this being disrespectful or just strange. You turn just because he attracted your attention in this way, that's it, and Diavolo loves how quickly you get so obedient. What else can he try then?

"You hear me? Are you alright?" - This time there's undisguised mockery, yet you didn't get mad, once again. And even when he steps closer and squeezes your waist with his hands, in a pretty firm grip on purpose, you only furrow your brows and mumble:

"Dia.. Wha.." - Without that much resistance. The way you place your hands on his shoulders even can be called like some romantical move, only slight attempts of pushing tells him that you're not really understand what's going on. Maybe even not like it or hate it, in the very depth of your minds, where his drug didn't reach for now? But it just turns him more.

That's it. You ARE weak now. The kindness and compassion have left, leaving you with a cold, dominant demon - one who is in control.

Throwing away this obligation of controlling his wishes, he drops his hands on your hips and moves you closer to himself with one quick, harsh pull. Warmth of your body was intoxicating, almost a Siren's call but in physical form. He even can feel slight movements of fingers that were now sandwiched between your and his chest. Honey, are you still trying to push him away?

"Dia.. It's wrong.." - And there's a Siren's call itself. Weak call that shows just how dizzy you are, how far away from reality.. A call to destroy your minds completely.

His hands squeezed your ass, pushing you closer and higher, on the same level to his face. Already on weak legs, all you can do to scoot up is just lean to Diavolo's body, letting him manhandle you now.

Somewhere through this fog in your brains you hear your own scream that beg to fight, to push him away. Somewhere through this wild burn in your body you feel some kind of fear and disgust, that telling you this is not a right way to do the thing, that something is wrong.. But these smacks of a little desperation were too weak to make a breach in the wall of thick, strange arouse that start arising in your bosom from such close contact with another body. Moreover, every minor thought faded away under pressure of Diavolo's lips.

It's more like he tries to devour you than kiss, pushing his tongue inside your mouth without warning as soon as you just gasp from his tight grasp on your ass. Rolls his tongue over and around your own, pushing it as deeply into your narrow mouth as he can, Diavolo didn't pay any attention to a new way of struggling from your side. Or maybe he feels every small push, enjoying it?

Tickles of the tip of his tongue on your palate sends waves of goosebumps directly in your minds, making your whole body hummed in response. And small vibrations of your moans titillate both you and him, boiling your already heated up minds.

Even a loud thud of the door behind you didn't bother you that much, and only when Diavolo pulled away himself, throwing on the mattress, did you wake up. Just a little, only able to realize you're in another room, with a big soft bed underneath you.

It's actually his bedroom that you visited oh so many times yet never leave your scent on his pillows or sheets, sitting only on the same couch every time. But right now whatever sense you got left in your brains wasn't enough to remember that, or even to panic from the fact you got dragged here and didn't even notice this. Everything was concentrated on Diavolo, who's towering over you, and on this burning feeling in your chest that makes it hard to breathe.

"You look so much better like this, darling." - It’s like a lover’s whisper but there’s a cruel, depraved edge to it that chills the heart. It’s almost like the whisper of a predator that knows its prey is helpless and won’t escape no matter how much it struggles. - "So much better with me, than with anyone else.."

The moment you weakly open your mouth to mumble some nonsense he gobbles you up again, no less but even more hungrily than before. Even Diavolo himself didn't know his appetite for you was so wild, but now, when he finally unleashes his true intentions, that doesn't matter. He can do anything he wants with you, and as long as he wants..

Every touch and kiss lewding you in some dirty, twisted way. Trails of his hands on your body were like burning sharp knives, like electrical discharges that increased this unbearable heat. Fragile whine in his mouth was the only retort you were capable of, but for Diavolo it sounds like some needy beg rather than a strong protest. You're not asking to leave you alone, you're asking to reduce this dizzying temperature in your insides.

Ripping and throwing away all your clothes sounds like a good help, isn't it? Your arms falling slack on sheets, too powerless to resist his actions, so pretty soon the only thing that hid your body from his sharp gaze was your underwear.

Just for a moment Diavolo pulled away to admire this new view that he imagined in his dreams for so long - round chest heaves with your deep, unsteady breaths, and your stomach rises and falls with each. Smoothest of your skin was on a higher level than any expensive, luxury fabric he ever was able to touch. And this scent.. No one of all incubus or succubus can compare with this throbbing seduction of your smell. But doesn't this mean he's the victim here, acting under the charm of your beauty?

"It's all your fault, s/o.." - leaning closer, he groans in your ear. Maybe you don't really understand what he's talking about, as every small brush of his skin on your naked one interrupts any incipient thoughts, but it doesn't mean he has no right to tell all these things that are stored up in the depth of his soul. - "Everything could have been different if you wouldn't be like that, playing and fucking around with everyone.."

He grabs your chin to make look up at him - eyes have taken on a distant look, and your lips are trembling, trying to breathe more.. Yes, you definitely almost don't understand him, only sligh shine of confusion and fear in your eyes through a fog of lust can be seen. But it's better like this, cause now you at least don't resist his action.

Long, wet path of kisses on your body, as if Diavolo tries to mark every small part of your skin with his lips. The closer he moves to your trembling hips, the more sloppy his movements get, and when he finally stops right in front of your waistband, heavily breathing, his kisses are more reminiscent of some hungry impatient licks. Hot unsteady breath makes you whimper again and you look at him with half-lidded eyes, confused with his action. Your body is being flooded with a mix of unreal arouse and some creeping fear. Maybe this drug was good enough to turn your brains and body into a complete mess, but something in your guts keeps screaming to stop this.

"Dia.. Don't.. S-stop.."

"Don't stop? Of course, my darling.." - a low growl as his lips are within a breath of distance from your clit.

He presses his whole face to your cunt, drowning into warm wetness and intoxicating scent. Thin fabric of your panties was more like a tease for you when he started licking your folds right through panties. Like some poor, starving for months puppy, he pounced upon your pussy like it was a sacred dish.

His big hands moved from your waist to your thighs, spreading them apart as you kept squeezing them together and bothering his fun. One warning bite on your inner thigh before he pulled down your underwear with his teeth.

For a moment your and his eyes meet each other, as if he gives you another warning to not keep being a brat even in such a state and just gives him what he wants.

But his visage started to warp, along with this stern look - you break. Moaning, you toss your head back and lift your hips, begging to continue. All last hopes and screams leave your mind, nagging, painful ache that was waiting for release, win.

"That's it. What a fucking good girl you can be.."

Leaving your legs apart, he moved his hand to open your labia. Small throbbing clit, and this clenching around nothing hole.. His own dick twitch, so hard and hot in his pants, but Diavolo can wait just a little bit more to play all his fantasies.

Nimble fingers up against a bundle of nerves, then upwards, enjoying every millimeter. Such a small thing and such a light stroke, yet your whole body hummed in response. Slowly moving up and down, then in circular movements, Diavolo remembered every reaction, every gasp and whimper along with sudden shrugs of your shoulders or legs.. Do you not love like this, and prefer like that? He'll keep that in mind for the future, when you wake from drugs just to see him ready to repeat everything.

His fingers get lower, playing between folds, soaking in your juices while he presses his mouth to your clit. Just a small kiss, as he squeezes a sensitive spot with his lips, but your voice immediately gets higher, hips lift even more, as if you try to find more friction. What a cute reaction.. Opening his mouth and sucking your clit in, at the same time pushing it with his tongue, he didn't move his eyes from your face even for a second, devouring every slight twitch of your brows or lips. The way you start whining more, the way your needy cunt clenches more every time his fingers pressed around your entrance… In Diavolo's mind it means only one thing - there's no way you're enjoying this only because of befuddling drugs, you're enjoying it because you're just a little obedient slave that waited to be taken in some harsh and rough way. And Diavolo doesn't mind to show who's your master now.

Even when he pushes his finger in, without any warnings, you didn't pried him off, but moved further, letting him sink inside you and he quickly added another finger. Are you so loosened up because of an aphrodisiac he also added to this tea, or is it just a normal reaction of your body when somebody is being so irreverent with you? Thoughts about you always being like this just for him, only for him, always ready to feel him inside you and being so obediently silent with your disagreements but so loud with your sinful moans.. It's starting to be unbearable for him too, so his fingers quickly get in pretty fast pace, stretching your walls.

"You liked it, didn't you? You liked being such a fucking slut.." - Diavolo groans, tickling your clit with a low husky breath. Weak gasp from your lips didn't sound like a good response, so he disdainfully squeezed your tensed nerves between his teeth, just a little, but enough to draw more pleasant to his ears high pitched whine from your chest. - "Keep showing me how you like that.."

Like if your body is drawn to follow the orders of the young Lord, you immediately moan again, but this time from a strong aggressive hit of his fingers inside you cunt. Your surroundings began to swim with every thrust, as your hips jut upwards in one rhythm with his hand. Pulsation in your core reaches its peak, making you shudder in agony of enthralling pleasure, before you cum.

Such a strong wave that it is almost painful, like some piercing discharge. Your muscles feel more relaxed yet your insides are not revealed but filled even more with some dirty coercion to ache and beg for another release, and then for another and another.. Like you never would be satisfied, feeling this yearning that is amplified with drugs in your body again and again. And Diavolo knows that, ready to use you, who's now at his disposal, till blackness would crowd in on your vision and you would fall into deep narcotic sleep… Or maybe even after that?

Low groan thundered on the whole room when his now exposed dick twitch from cold air. Diavolo leans closer and grope your waist, almost buries you under his weight when his flushed head glides down your folds and presses to your clenching cunt, mixing his precum with your juices. Your hips wiggled a bit to grind back to his cock and he can't help but smirk, enjoying the way you completely forget about your arrogant behavior and get so obedient.. so needy to his dick. Now he just needs to make sure to pound you so good that you will be like that even without any aphrodisiac.

Pushing himself deep inside your wet cunt, he froze for a moment. Not to make you get used to his pretty thick length, but to give himself some time to overcome his strong goosebumps from your tightness. It feels much better than he ever can imagine, than he ever can make himself feel with the calloused seal of his own hand.. Almost if he's the one who's being corrupted here, not you.

He starts to slide back his cock out of your pussy and then to slide in with more force, just to experience this tickle on the back of his head once more. There's no way he can be gentle even in the beginning, when you lewding him like that with these pathetic whines. You wrap your legs around his wait yourself, you just BEG to be fucked, not crying to stop. Even your grasp on his shoulders is just the way to show your desire and these scratches from your nails on his skin is just a passion, he knows for sure.

Hovering over you like a predator over his prey, he just starts thrusting in some aggressive speed, stretching your walls with such force it's turning your minds into havoc. More marks on your body - kisses, hickeys, scratches - he will make sure there's no place that he didn't touch with his lips or didn't grope with his hands.

But the main act that will reinforce his point of owning you is only in the future, but his dick already starts grinding from thoughts about filling your pussy with his cum again and again. And even if you would be too full to take more with this greedy cunt, there's another holes in your body he would be glad to fulfill to the very end.

"You were waiting for it, didn't you? Whining my name like a little bitch in heat." - he whispered right in your ear but even such close contact didn't help to get his words into your empty head. Your mouth moved on its own, calling him in desperate moans as you didn't know yourself if you actually started begging for more or still resisting his wild urges.. But did it actually matter at such a moment? As there is no escape from the suffocating delight of unravel underneath him.

Your pussy starts to spasm, ready for another breakneck orgasm. And you feel his dick grinding against your walls in response, spreading soaking precum inside you. Grasp on your waist was strong enough to break a bone, but Diavolo moved one arm to hold your chin in the same firm grip and make you look up at him. He just wants to see how your eyes would be darkened by another wave of pleasure, how you would look when he finally made you completely his.. Rough sloppy kiss before he slammed his dick fully inside you, shooting hot sperm in your cervix. Tightening around the base of his dick, your cunt was almost milking him, sucking every drop with wild pulsations.

Some sort of sore starts nagging in your body and you collapse on the bed, mewling for some break. But only a few seconds was enough to catch a breath to a demon, as he started moving again even in a more aggressive way, slapping your hips with his own. None of your whines never would be considered as asking to stop, Diavolo just doesn't hear any painful undertones on your voice, just some luring possession that resonates with his delusional mind.

His dick was stiff again, hitting your sensitive spot with swollen glans with every thrust. Hitting your whole body with new waves that turn you more and more into some dumb, empty doll for his wishes and desires.

Diavolo will make sure to turn you into some obedient cock slave through some good punishment for all this time he was the one who's missed you. Now it's his time to be in charge and make you beg, and yearn, and cry for him.. to make you addicted to his love.. or lust?

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Follow My Lead

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UnexperiencedReader x IdolJeongin

Both are in the military.

Synopsis~

Y/N is a veteran of the Army; she's been there since she was 18. She lost a friend a couple of years back, and she's never been the same.

Her sergeant assigns her to silently watch over the smiley boy because everyone can tell he's too friendly.

I mean, Jeongin's new. And he's a K-pop Idol. Some K-pop guy again. You're not even from Korea. You wouldn't know.

He's so comforting and soft with you. Even though you're his superior, somehow you follow his lead.

!Warning! Y/N refers to Jeongin as Yang. The two of them are (Kinda) enemies to lovers. Y/N is also in a higher rank than I.N. Also, Jeongin is kinda a freak and horny. He likes that she is his boss, but he likes making her submissive. Also, this is from a view of a black reader the word 'nigga' is used like three times

"L/N! Stop with the Alpha Charlie and get to work!" I bit my lip and stayed silent as I tightened my grip on the weapon. I've been in the military since I was 18 years old. I'm about to turn 23 soon, and once again, I'll be spending it in a country I'm not from.

I'm from the States. I joined the military because I had no other option. Free living, free food, free friends, and a good job.

I was a high ranker, but I didn't let that go around as known. Most people underestimate me, and those who know how high I'm ranked don't say much.

"Uhm, Sarg, Commander wants to see you." I looked at Nigel. He had a faint smirk. "The fuck you do? Hm?" I got up with a huff, "Respect your officer."

I walked to the commander's office, and knocked, "It's L/N." He answered quietly, "Come in." I walked into the office and saluted, "Yes, sir, how can I help you?" He sighed, "Sit the hell down, Sarg."

I relaxed in the seat. "I have a new assignment for you. We have a couple newbies coming in, and they need training. You're our lead trainer."

I sighed, "Sir, I declined the offer years ago. I'm just a Spec." He shook his head, "You've been E6 for a while. You're taking this job."

I tried to stay respectful, but it fell apart. "Don't you think it's a little odd how quickly I became an E6?" He let out a long sigh, "Sarg, you saved our country from a terrorist attack. Of course, it's strange. You need to start doing your duties. Now, I assigned you to take care of Private Yang."

I crossed my arms, "Sir-" He closed his eyes quickly, cutting me off with a swift hand motion. "Kid. No professional bullshit right now, you have to listen. You're forcing my hand. The Colonel is asking me why you haven't fulfilled a single duty I put on you. I can't tell him you ignore his direct orders. I've never asked of you... but you're risking mine and your own neck."

I leaned back in the chair and thought to myself. I was starting to feel the weight of my title crash on me.

"Fuck. Fine. But just Private Yang. Ask Sergeant Surtees to train the rest of the faction."

He went quiet before he asked, "Are you doing alright?" I stood up, "You know what happened last time I trained privates. You also know the answer to that question." I walked out of the office to go for a walk on base.

I had to attend back to my post in about ten minutes. I just needed time to think.

The next day, I was at the office I hadn't been to in almost a year. It was dusty and messy. The last time I was here, I had a breakdown. Being here was something I never thought I'd do. Yet, here I am. I was coming to pick up my files.

I hadn't trained in two years, so I forgot how to. I had to go back to my notes to see what to get.

I sat in the chair and spun. The squeak sent a shiver down my spine. A flash went through my head.

That day was hard to remember. The loud explosion as I screamed out to my comrade.

The sound of it imploding on the swing as the rubber seat flew into the air.

He laid in pieces as chunks of guts and blood pooled on the mulch. The sound of the swing creaking back and forth kept me breathing. A day hard to forget.

A hand waved in my face. I was met with this smiley face. "H-hi."

My eye twitched, "Yang! You call me Sarg! You approach me as such. You never start a sentence with Hi, you understand me?" The younger boy's smile dropped. "Yes, Sarg." I stood up and said, "We're going to the training grounds, and you're going to do 50 rounds of 10 push-ups."

I looked at him with serious eyes. He ran to the training grounds and began immediately.

I screamed for about four hours. When Yang stood again, I shouted, "NOW DO FIVE LAPS AROUND THE ENTIRE BASE."

Yang got to running. I sighed while sitting on the floor. I watched my higher-up walk over to me. "Surtees." He laughed, "I haven't seen you train in a long time." I laughed, "I know. Just doing what I'm forced to."

We talked as we looked over his trainees. Surtees asked, "How long you think he'll make it for?" I shrugged, "He's too smiley, I give him a week. He'll crack."

Surtees asked, leaning over, "You heard what he did before this?" I looked at him, "He was in the Stray Kids group. He's the youngest." I watched as my trainee was running back from behind the building.

"You serious?" "Hella."

My eye twitched again. "I'm dealing with a stuck-up princess then."

I saw how focused Jeongin was as he ran for the next lap. He wasn't fucking around.

I did have doubts about his abilities, but he seemed athletic enough.

It had been a week of training. Yang learned to shoot, he learned to run, and he learned to listen.

He picked up on it quickly. His only issue was he was a horrible yeller.

The kid couldn't respond loud and confident for his life. I was back in my office with a new chair. I asked Commander to get me a new one because the squeaking triggered me.

I had repainted the walls to a pastel green, and the office was decorated with my interest. I was lost in paperwork.

I've done my research on Yang. He's very quiet with his group. He's seen as adorable and thick-skinned.

It rings true. Yang is resilient...somewhere, but he needs support to stay strong. The boy is probably one of the best when thinking of rookies.

However, I got an email from the colonel. He wanted me to go on a solo mission with Yang for a teaching lesson.

When it came to training, I was the best. Commander still doesn't know much about my past, even before the military, but he knows I'm tough.

I'm tough on everyone I love and hate. That's because I care.

After I completed my office work, I moved to packing up my bags.

We were to leave tomorrow. I sent one of the trainees to get Yang for me and waited to give him the news.

"Sarg." I motioned toward the door with my head. "Close it." He closed the door and saluted me. "Sit and relax."

Though it's horrible, I often let my trainees relax. They're supposed to be soldiers, but nobody can hold a cold face.

"Yang, we have been ordered by the colonel to go on a mission. Can you handle it?" He raised an eyebrow, "What's gonna happen?"

I blinked at him, "Well, we do a perimeter check and watch. Something could be found."

He looked confused, "Well, why?" I sighed, "There was a shooting. We're in Korea. We're being sent to keep a special look-out at the crime scene. It might be... a terrorist attack."

His eyes widened, "A gun?" I nodded, "We're being sent out tomorrow. Pack your bags. Be up and ready by 7 o'clock sharp."

He nodded, and I excused him.

I left my room to see Yang already outside. I followed behind him, "Yah! you're early." He saluted, "Yes, I am, Sarg." I let out a small laugh and packed my bags into the trunk.

Yang got into the driver's seat and put his seatbelt on. "You don't wanna stop by anywhere for something to eat?"

He looked at me and read my facial expression. "You're hungry. What do you want to eat?" I felt my face flare with heat. I turned the other way in embarrassment. "I want..." His sigh broke the tension, "Yes?"

I continued while looking out the window, "I want Chik-Fil-A." He smiled, "We don't have that in Korea. We'll get something else."

I shyly proposed, "Some ramen then."

That was odd. I'm usually not shy like that, but when Yang had the strange dominance over me... I felt something.

He told me I was hungry and asked me where I wanted to eat. That was so hot.

I hadn't spoken the whole ride. Yang turned something on in me.

I had cornered myself close to the door, squeezed my thighs together, and hadn't turned to him.

Ordering food was what broke the silence. As we ate in the car, Yang started asking me personal questions. Ones I shouldn't answer, but he's just a kid.

"So, your family supported your career?" I swallowed my noodles, "The bills needed to be paid." He looked at me, and there was this glint.

"...Sarg." I confusedly stared at him. His hand reached for my cheek, and I felt his thumb rub across it.

"You had sauce on your cheek." I looked down at my bowl of ramen. "Thanks."

Fuck, why did I want him to kiss me?

He continued asking questions. "So, you got a boyfriend or something?" I only glanced at him, "No, never have."

He smiled, and a chuckle left his chest, "You embarrassed about that?" I sighed, "I... almost did... something happened."

He ate his kimbap, "What?" My lips moved to a lopsided smile, "He died."

Yang calmly put his food down. "Why do you always have to be so depressing?" My eyes widened in shock, "Excuse you!" He raised his eyebrows, "Look, you're young! Your life sucks, your friends died! But they wouldn't want you to be grumpy all the time."

"I don't deserve to be happy." His hand landed on my shoulder, "Yes, you do."

He looked into my eyes. They were so free and genuine.

I looked away. "Yeah." I had nothing else to say.

I always forget he's older than me. He's a smiley person and has a younger aura about him. He's so mature and is holding onto this life pretty well.

I huffed, "I'm supposed to be your sergeant. Not your friend." He smiled while he laughed through his nose, "You can be both."

He put both his hands on the wheel and began to drive off.

When we arrived, we were immediately directed to the crime scene.

A tarp covered the dead body, but not the pool of blood. Yang only looked at me in concern as I reached for his hand.

He entangled his fingers with mine and squeezed.

I can't do this. I can't... I feel like I'm right back.

I let go and walked off. I felt like I was suffocating. The smell of blood, the quietness, the body... I couldn't take it.

As my chest ran out of breath, I caught myself wishing for Yang. My hands instinctively grabbed my chest as I tried to find the air.

I cried, "Fuck."

There was silence before a voice behind me made me jump. Yang's eyes followed mine with concern. "Hey, hey, hey. You okay?" I nodded and pushed him away. "I- I can't take this."

He rubbed the back of his head, "I get it." He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bench.

"Can we look at the cloud together?" I just nodded along, barely hearing what he asked. I looked up at the morning sky and felt my air return to my lungs.

I felt so small.

Yang still hadn't let go of my hand. "Your thoughts feel clearer?" I looked down to see him staring. "Yeah... they did." He only smiled, "I won't make you talk about it. I have a member from my group, Han... he has anxiety too."

I looked down and played with his hand, "It's more like PTSD. I can't see blood or hear that squeak sound... It just reminds me of that day."

He only listened. "He was my comrade, my friend. The love of my life all at once. I didn't follow orders. My commander told me to stand down. Only one guy was left. At least, that's what we thought. My comrade said two against one was too easy. We ran in, but... he ended up dying. There were four guys in there. I killed them all, yet my comrade still died."

Yang let go of my hand and grabbed my whole body. He scooped me up into a warm embrace. I felt safe in his arms.

"You're with me now." I nodded.

We stayed there in silence. I eventually worked up the courage to go back.

We were there all night and were both too tired to drive back. I ended up getting us a one-bedroom. Two beds in one room. It was an overnight stay, and we'd be up and back on our way that morning.

I let my commander know we'd be back late. When we got to the room, I smacked right on the bed. "Be up by 7."

I didn't hear a response, but I went straight to sleep.

I woke up in a sweat. I shot up and felt my lungs gasping for air. "Sergeant?" I turned to the other bed to see Yang fully awake.

"Ah, sorry." He turned on the bedside lamp. "come here." He flipped the cover over in an inviting manner.

I sat on my bed for a moment, thinking.

Is this okay? He's my subordinate... But I need to sleep.

I sighed and got up. I walked over to Yang's bed, and he pulled me closer. His warm breath tickled my ear, "Sleep well."

When I woke up, my cheek was squished against his chest, and his hand held onto my shoulder. My hand lifted me from his chest.

His eyes opened sharply. I smiled, "It's just me." He smiled and swooped a loc from my face. He tucked it behind my ear, "Good morning."

I felt my heart tingle. I pushed away, "Get ready. I'll drive us back." I slammed the door shut and walked to the convenience store.

No way am I falling for a subordinate. Not happening. The last time I fell for someone here, they died. Plus, he's an idol... he won't be able to make this public.

I grabbed the convenience store food and went to pay for it. The cashier mentioned, "You look upset." I looked up at him. "I am." He smiled, "Maybe a stranger could help."

I huffed, "I'm his boss. I like him." He looked at me with shock, "Oh... well."

I gave him a defeated smile, "I told you so. I'm hopeless." There was a silence before he just responded, "Hey, you never know... You know Blackpink?"

I gave him a blank stare, "Nigga... I speak Korean fluently. What are you trying to say?" "You never know until you try."

I laughed, "That's not what the song is about." He shrugged, "I don't listen to them." My eye twitched, "I can tell. Thanks for the useless advice."

I walked out with my bag of supplies and back to the hotel. Yang was walking out. "Yah, I got us food."

I handed him the bag, "How'd you know... you got all my favorite stuff." I shrugged, "Just eat." I got in the car, and the first thirty minutes were quiet.

That was until Yang burped. "UGH! What the fuck, Jeongin!" He turned to me quickly, his eyes wide. "What did you just call me?"

My eyes stayed glued to the road, "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, "Please, call me that a lot."

It had been about two months since that whole situation. Yang had been wondering why I hadn't been talking to him. Plainly because I don't want to.

That whole situation with having to calm me down, cuddle me, and feed me... it felt too personal.

I finished my report and heard a knock on the door, "Y/N, it's Surtees. Let me in?" I sighed, "Come inside, it's fun inside." He laughed as he walked in.

"Why are you singing Mickey Mouse?" I just laughed. Surtees sat, "I don't know how, but that Yang kid is already at the top of his class. They're thinking of promoting him." I let out a half smile, "He's a good kid."

Surtees crossed his arms, "What happened on that mission, Y/N?" I squinted at him, "I told you." He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you're telling me everything." He leaned back in his chair.

I looked away from him to 'finish' my paperwork. There was a long silence. The only sound was sheets of paper swinging in the air.

"Y/N."

I looked up to see Surtees staring at me. "You serious about this being your last couple of months?" I sighed, "I can't take it anymore. My friend died here. When I did that mission with Yang, I couldn't take it. I'm weak. Too weak to protect the country."

Surtees said, "Ah, so that's what happened." I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" His smile spread, "You had a panic attack in front of the trainee, and now you're too embarrassed to talk to him."

I looked down, frustrated. "Y-yeah." Surtees only laughed. "You know the kid has a crush on you, right?" I looked up, appalled, "What?!" He held his stomach as he hunched over from laughter.

"What are you talking about?" He smiled, "He's obsessed with you. He even came to ask why you haven't spoken to him."

I felt my body tense as I thought about him holding me tight that night at the hotel.

I didn't want to... but I think I really like him.

I shook my head, "That's... not right." Surtees said, "I think you should go for it. It's clear you're able to be vulnerable with him."

I shook my head, "No! I shouldn't!" Surtees sighed, "Why? He's not going to die at war like your friend did. It's okay to fall in love again."

I shook my head, "But... Avery died because of me." Surtees smile had depleted. He looked at me, feeling sorry. I hated the pity, but it felt nice to be cared for.

"Y/N, you should sign up for the therapy they have here. You should also let Yang take you out. Maybe it's what you need."

I took his word as I silently cried. The tears fell from my cheeks, and Surtees stood up. "I know you hate when people see you cry. I'll see myself out." He patted my head and walked out.

Surtees was always like an older brother. He was ahead of me by age and the system. I was one of the younger ones here.

And that's thanks to the misfortune I suffered at 17.

I ended up huddled up in my office for about three hours. I eventually got up to quickly get something to eat.

When I walked out to get some fast food on base, I was met with Yang. He was standing outside the convenience store alone.

"You're supposed to be sleeping." He laughed, "Can't sleep when my friend ignores me."

I glanced at him and walked past him. I was quick to get my food, but on my way out, Yang shouted to me, "Call me Jeongin... one more time."

I turned around to look at him, "Excuse me?" He said, "Just once... I-I'd like to go out with you."

My eyes widened, "Yang, you're crazy." He asked, "Please? I want to be the person you want." I held my breath as I stared. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking.

"Y/N, you should sign up for the therapy they have here. You should also let Yang take you out. Maybe it's what you need."

Surtees's voice rang in my head.

"Sure. But don't try to fuck me on the first night." He laughed, "No promises. When are you free?"

He said, "Tomorrow, all day." I smiled, "Fine, let's meet at five." He smiled, "At the small pond, with the fishes." I nodded absentmindedly. I turned around and walked home.

The next day, I had on civilian clothes. It wasn't often I wore an outfit, but I did today.

I don't understand, but I wanted to impress Yang.

I wore a thigh-high dress, some white sneakers, and white socks. My locs are in a quick bun with the two front strands out to frame my face.

I exited my place to see Nigel at my door, "Really?" He looked me up and down and said, "So Yang really did ask you out."

I embarrassingly punched him in the shoulder, "Shut up! Respect your Sergeant."

He crossed his arms, "Looks to me like you're playing civilian. A civilian just punched a military officer." I furrowed my eyebrows as Nigel continued, "You don't look good. You look like a bodybuilder in a dress."

I had nothing to say.

Do I?

He snickered, "Enjoy your date." I walked away with a new insecurity.

Am I too big? Am I too buff? My job requires me to work out, but am I too muscular?

My thoughts were clouded as I made my way to the park. I saw Yang there with flowers. He was stylish. "Hi Y/N."

My eyes widened.

I'm not used to hearing my name. "Oh, hello." He smiled while handing me the flowers, "Come sit."

I finally took a look at my surroundings. Jeongin made a little makeshift picnic. "It's not Chik-Fil-A, but I tried."

I smiled and carefully sat down. "You look good in yellow." I tucked my loc behind my ear, "Thanks."

He smiled back and looked at me. I wasn't paying attention when he started talking because I was thinking hard.

He said I looked good in yellow. Do I look good in the dress? I shouldn't eat, I should lose the weight then. I don't want to look huge. I need to get muscular but dainty. What meal plan do I have to follow to get like that.

"Y/N!?" I blinked as I looked at Yang. "You okay? You spaced off completely. I called your name like five times. Am I boring you? You wanna go somewhere else?"

I shook my head, "No-no! You already set up."

Jeongin said, "What's on your mind?" His voice got soft when he asked. It made my heart flutter when the concern bubbled from his throat.

"Nothing." He crossed his arms, "C'mon. Age-old tricks get you nowhere. What's wrong?" He smiled as he waited for an answer.

I played with my fingers in my lap and whispered, "Just something stupid Nigel said." He leaned in, and I couldn't help but notice how buff his arms were. "What'd he say?"

"I look like a bodybuilder in this dress."

He quirked his eyebrow, "You surprise me. Didn't take you as someone naïve." I looked up at him in shock.

"Yes, your arms are a little muscular," He leaned over to squeeze them, "But you're still tiny." He kissed my cheek, "Now eat. I worked hard to beg Minho to make these chicken sandwiches."

I was still shocked by the kiss. I came up with a conversation, "Minho is your bandmate, right?" He nodded as he chewed his sandwich.

"Second oldest hyung. I'm the maknae." I nodded, "What's it like being famous?"

He looked up at me, "It feels like I have these guardian angels around me all the time. It feels like a higher power is protecting me. When I go out, people recognize me. I can tell even when they don't come up to me. If something happened to me, my fans got my back."

I smiled, "You actually love your fans?" He nodded excitedly, "... It's like when your favorite cousin comes over for a sleepover." I laughed, "I get that."

I ate the chicken, "Wow, this is good. Is Minho single?" He squinted his eyes, "Not funny, will never be funny." I smiled, "I'm kidding."

I thought, "Would I get to meet them? Your bandmates?" He nodded, "Them before my parents." I laughed, "Probably for the better."

He raised an eyebrow, "What about you? When do I meet your parents?"

I smiled, "Well, they're both dead, but we can meet their graves in America." Jeongin pouted, "I walked into that. How'd it happen?"

I said, "Bank robbery." I popped a strawberry in my mouth, "I was 17 when it happened. I had to go into foster care and got kicked out the day I turned 18. Came to the military to get money."

He nodded along, "That's upsetting. I get why you don't trust people then."

I nodded, "Not even. It was just a traumatic time. I felt like life was so unfair. I was still grieving, and to be homeless while trying to go to high school was not fun. I got bullied."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "That's super fucked up." I smiled, "I got suspended because I fought the whole group of girls and won. My dad was an ex-convict, so I know how to prison fight."

Jeongin laughed, "And there it is." I smiled, "Not a Y/N story until I get slick at the mouth with someone."

Yang laughed, "I love your slick-ass mouth. It's hilarious." I laughed, "You like bratty girls, don't you?" He shrugged, "You're gonna have to find out."

I rolled my eyes, "Might have to find more than one thing in the bedroom." I sipped my water, and he laughed. "Trust, you make me so hard that it grows three times the size!"

I laughed back, "Did you just admit to having a small penis, Yang?" He leaned closer, "I told you, my name is Jeongin." He kissed me deeply and slowly.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly pushed us on the blanket. His hands kept him above me as one lifted the already short dress higher up my thigh.

"Mm~" He smiled against my lips as he kissed me again, "You like that?" I nodded, and he looked down, "You like being touchy, don't you?" I nodded again. "Fuck. You're so adorable when you're under me."

He pulled away and sat up. "I have to keep my composure with you. You're dangerous." He pulled the corner of the blanket onto his lap.

He was right about how fast and big it grows. It was huge.

I bit my lip and looked away, "I should probably tell you, I've never had sex before." He smiled, "I can tell. I'll make sure you can handle it."

I giggled at the thought of it. Jeongin cheesed, "Oh, you're a nasty girl."

"You'll just have to find out."

We'd been together for a couple weeks now. We'd sneak around and mess around. It was honestly so fun with Jeongin.

Jeongin was actually a funny person. We had each other's sense of humor. He was also very lively and had a HIGH sex drive.

The two of us hadn't done IT yet. Mostly because I'm scared to. He hasn't mentioned it. He always stops when it gets too far or when I cum from his fingers.

He's a patient man. Even though there will be times he invites himself into my office to display his boner. He won't mention anything.

Only a few know about what's going on between us. Everyone knows not to fuck with me because I'll have you on cleaning duty, and you'll be starting with the kitchen refrigerator.

"Sergeant L/N, it's your boyfriend." I rolled my eyes, "What the fuck do you want Nigel."

He walked in and sat on my seat, "You know Yang cursed me out after saying you looked buff in a dress. Ah, fun times. Now, we have an assignment. There's a new gen of trainees. They want to make you train a team." I sighed, "I don't want to, but fine, I guess."

I smiled to myself while thinking of Jeongin. He'd been on my mind all day. He said he had something planned after work for me. He always gives me his time and attention.

"Stop thinking of your boyfriend and take this folder of paperwork. It had the trainee's background at Bootcamp."

I nodded, looking at the first page, "Ah, this person cried and peed himself on the second day? Jesus. Why does Commander give me all the weak ones."

Nigel laughed, "Because your softness on them makes them tough." I bit my cheek, "Alright, get out." He stood snickering and left the room.

I was only sitting on this for five minutes before I heard another knock on the door.

I opened the door, "Nigel, what the hell do you want now-"

Jeongin smiled and pulled me into a tight hug. "I finished early. Now, give me a kiss." I wiggled my head out of his tight headlock and kissed his cheek.

He kicked the door behind him, "A real one." I laughed and kissed him for real. His lips were soft, and his breath was light on my top tip.

He sucked in a breath, and his hands traveled to my waist. He lifted his shirt, and I gasped. "Here?!" He turned around and locked the door.

"Whose gonna know?" I laughed as he lifted me onto my desk and kissed down my neck. I moaned as he lifted my shirt. He threw it on the floor and sucked on the hickeys he left last time.

He unzipped my pants and rubbed his thumb over my clit. "You couldn't even wait for tonight?" He smiled, "Because you looked so good today. You look so good in uniform." I bit my lip as he kissed my ear.

I felt his fingers dip into my panties. My legs spread absentmindedly. "Fuck, you're so submissive to me." I leaned back, using my hands to prop me up on the desk. "It feels good."

"Can you sit on my face tonight?" I nodded, moaning to his rhythm.

He was always slow and steady. Always curling his fingers until it hit my gummy spot.

My stomach started to feel tight as he sped up. "I love it when you make that face for me. You're about to cum on my fingers? Hm, baby?" I nodded as I felt myself about to release.

I held his shoulder to keep me steady. He pulled his fingers out and flipped me over my own desk.

He pulled down my pants and dug his face into my pussy. I moaned as his tongue swiped over my clit.

"Shit. Innie, I'm cumming." He only dug his fingers deeper into my hole. I covered my mouth as I came all over his fingers. Jeongin licked me clean, "Give me your underwear." I stepped out of my underwear. "They're so wet. You're so nasty. Letting me take you in your office."

I turned around, and he pressed a kiss on my lips. He kissed me harder as his big hands wrapped over my ass. He tightly squeezed it and let go. My ass jiggled from his release.

"You have such a pretty ass. Pretty stretch marks, pretty skin... from my pretty girl." I bit my lip, feeling shy. "You like my stretch marks?"

He smiled and gave me another kiss, "You're gonna get more when I get you pregnant. If you don't like them, you better start now."

I had put on my clothes and was ready for this makeshift date Jeongin had made up.

He kicked out his roommate and made a movie night. It is endearing. I sat on his office carpet floor, and he pulled me into a cuddle.

"You wanna watch Ponyo again?" I smiled, "I love how you always wanna watch my movies. What do you wanna watch?" He thought, "I heard 'The Challengers' with Zendaya was pretty good."

I turned to him, not having it, "Either you love Zendaya, or you just wanna watch sex movies with me." He smiled, "Euphoria wasn't a movie." I rolled my eyes, "Baby, we already did stuff three days ago, two days ago, yesterday we did it four times, then today, and you wanna do it even more?! I'm exhausted."

He looked at me seriously, "You want me to calm down?" I could tell he was taking it to heart, "I-uh...no." He clicked his tongue, "That's what I thought. Now, pick a movie." I sheepishly smiled and turned on Ponyo.

I'm predictable, I know!

We sat together watching it. We ended up moving to the couch and spooning. Jeongin was a little spoon, mostly because I liked being pressed against the back of the sofa. I felt safer here. My arms were on his shoulder as I watched from behind his big frame.

Jeongin said, "This is my favorite part for some reason." Sosuke walked outside to see the water reaching the doorway. I smiled as I reminisced.

This movie got me through a lot.

"Ah, I love when the boat gets big because of her magic!" Jeongin turned to me, "You are so cute." I pouted, "When will you see me as sexy?"

"When you take all your clothes off."

I rolled my eyes and shoved my hand on his face. I turned his head, "Watch the movie horn-hog."

Honestly, I liked that he was so horny all the time. It was so attractive. He said, "You look so cute in my clothes. How am I supposed to contain myself?" "By watching the movie."

Jeongin said, "You think I don't notice when you mouth the words?"

He turned to me with that smile. He lifted me onto his lap, and my middle felt how hard his dick was.

"It's so cute when you do that. How many times have you seen this?"

I smiled, "219 times." He laughed, "That's like 3% of your life dedicated to this movie."

I said, "Actually, 2.7%. I did the math. This movie reminds me of my childhood. How good I had it, how big my imagination was. How big the world seemed."

He cupped my cheek, "The world is big." I scrunched my nose and leaned down to kiss him. Both my hands kept me propped on his big chest.

"Your dick is bigger." He smiled, "That's my girl."

He flipped us over instantaneously, "You wanna feel it for me?" I laughed, "Not in the living room." He sighed while scooping me up bridal style and threw me on the bed.

"What about in my room?" He smiled at me as I crawled over to the edge of the bed.

He bent down on one knee to meet my eyes, "Cutie, you wanna try today?" His eyes were sincere.

"Trying going all the way? Y-yeah."

He smiled, "No pressure. You can always tell me when to stop."

He smiled at me as he pushed me on the bed gently. I expected him to be rougher.

He's all talk. He's actually the sweetest and gentlest baby ever.

He loves to take care of me too.

He slid off his sweatpants from my body. "Always wearing my clothes." I nodded as he kissed my neck.

I let out a soft moan as he dug his fingers into my hole. "You're still stretched out. But I'll need to add another finger."

He shoved in a third finger, and I moaned out in pain. "Nng~" He whispered between my legs, "I know, baby."

He looked up, "You feel comfortable taking your shirt off?" I nodded as I pulled it off.

Jeongin's lips teased my clit. He kept flicking it. I bit my lip when I felt his other hand slide to my chest.

He rolled my nipple between his big, callased fingers.

"You feel good, baby?" I could only whimper, "Mhm~"

I felt my stomach growing a knot, "I'm gonna cum soon." He let out a soft sigh, "Cum for me, baby. I can't wait to watch you shake under me."

I loved how much of a talker he was in the bedroom. He always pushed me to the edge with his words. "Your sweet pussy is gonna cum all over my fingers, hm?" I nodded as he went faster.

My moans only got longer as I squeezed my thighs around his head. "Ah~ I-I'm gunna... mmm~" I came on his fingers.

He pulled away, "I can't lick you clean today, I need that for me." He looked me over before kissing my nose, "I'll be back." He walked to his bathroom and came back with a pack of condoms. "Not sure how long until I wear you out, I brought three condoms."

I shook my head in disbelief. I knew he was only half joking.

He slid his pants down. His dick was so hard. "Can you put it on for me, baby?"

Fuck yes.

I crawled over, now in only a bra. I pulled down Jeongin's boxers and watched his dick spring out.

It slapped his stomach as it touched right above the belly button. It was huge, I've never seen his dick before. It was pale, and the tip was pink.

I put it in my hand as I felt it throb.

His hand immediately gripped my head as he observed me.

I carefully slid on the condom. I never put one on before, so I struggled a bit. Jeongin groaned as he watched.

"Fuck, your so cute." He grabbed both wrists with one hand and moved his hand from my head. He slid on the condom, and his head dove back.

My warm palms were right back on his dick. "Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing?" I slid his long and thick dick in my mouth.

I kept going until it reached the back of my throat.

"Fuck! Yes, baby, take it." I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed. "Fuck, your throat feels so good, baby."

My hands were on his thigh as I sucked on his tip. Jeongin had put his hand back on my head.

"Just like that." He pushed my head back and forth.

"Let me fuck your throat. I want to watch you gag on me." I let his dick drag on my tongue as I looked at him with my doe eyes.

He bit his lip, trying to keep his composure. He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard.

"Put it back in your mouth, baby." I grabbed his dick and started sucking it. He held my head steady as he thrust deep into my throat.

Apparently, I don't have a gag reflex. Jeongin's dick slid right into my throat.

His tip grazed against my front teeth, and I felt him shiver. "Oh fuck. Just like that baby." I swirled my tongue around his dick as my other hand massaged his balls.

His grip on my locs tightened. His thrust got quicker as he began to groan. "Oh yeah, baby. Let me destroy that pretty little throat."

He never was usually like this. Jeongin has always been a gentle horn monster. Hearing him speak like this to me made me hot and bothered.

My fingers traveled to my pussy as I began to finger myself to his fast-paced rhythm. "Fuck yes, baby. Touch yourself to me."

He went faster, but his thrusts were shallow. I started gasping with every moan, which led him to pull out a little.

Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut as he began to let out a long moan. "Fuck Y/N, I'm cumming."

He came in the condom, and I watched as it leaked through the condom. I swiped my finger across his twitching dick and licked my finger.

He tasted salty.

Jeongin then pushed me on the bed, "It's your turn, I'm gonna fuck you so deep and slow, you won't know your own name."

I pulled off the used condom and put on a new one. Jeongin gripped my wrist and put the fingers I used to finger myself in his mouth.

His tongue swirled around my fingers, and I moaned.

He positioned his dick into my pussy and shoved it in there.

I felt the immediate stretch. I felt so stuffed like my pussy was about to pop.

I squeezed my eyes closed and let out another pained whimper. My hand dropped from Jeongin's mouth, and he kissed my cheeks.

"You okay?" I nodded, "Yeah, you're just really big." He smiled gently, "Am I too big, or are you super tight?" He kissed my forehead, "Relax for me. It'll feel better."

He slowly pulled out and thrust back in. My hand gripped his shoulder. "Agh~" He panted, "Fuck your tight little pusy is squeezing around me."

I moaned as his thrust gotta a little rougher. His dick was already hitting my gummy spot.

I muttered, "Faster." My body was shaking from pleasure as he picked up the pace. Already, my stomach was tying the knot around him. I let out loud moans.

I felt like I was peeing as this wet substance sprayed out of me. I started to shake uncontrollably.

Jeongin pulled out quickly and kissed my neck, "You feel good, don't you, baby?" I nodded as I continued to ramble incoherent words in pleasure.

My body relaxed as Jeongin rubbed my thigh. I said sadly, "Did I just pee?" He smiled, "No, babe. You were so aroused that you squirted."

I looked away from him. He continued, "That's a good thing."

I huffed, "Can we keep going, or does that mean we have to stop?" He cheesed, "Do you wanna keep going?"

I nodded, "I do." He smiled and towered back over me. He positioned himself back in, but this time his dick popped right in. The pain was thin between pleasure.

I let out another moan, and he sunk into me. I bit my lip as he thrust into me at the same pace. He whispered in my ear, "I won't lie. Watching you squirt was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do."

I let out a laugh, but it turned into a moan as he roughly slammed into me.

The knot got tighter as I curled into him. My neck dove back, and Jeongin took it as the perfect opportunity to suck on my sweet spot.

I felt myself starting to cum all over again. "Ah~ I'm gonna cum Innie." He thrust faster as he rubbed my thighs in a circular motion.

I balled the sheets into my hands and felt myself cum. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched.

"Fuck!" I squeezed around Jeongin's dick leading him to twitch. But he didn't cum.

He let me ride out my orgasm, and relax a little before the next round. Instead, he held me mid-air, and my legs hooked on his shoulder. He was slamming into me quickly. My moans were loud in his ear as he panted from his rhythm.

"Oh fuck! You're so deep~" My body swung into the air and collided with his stomach. The squelching noises of my pussy were loud in the air.

He sighed as he started to throb in me. He carefully placed me on the bed and fucked me from behind. My face was digging into the sheets as he slapped my ass hard.

We were at least on the third condom by now. My legs shook as I cried out, "Fuck, I'm cumming!" He said with a satisfied groan, "Me too, baby girl."

Our moans harmonized as I fell over. Jeongin plopped onto the bed and caught his breath.

"You're such a good girl." He cupped my cheek and kissed me deeply.

We cuddled that night all night long. When I woke up, he was there, and with breakfast.

We traveled together to America on leave, and he visited my parents. And we ate Chik-Fil-A because I cried the whole car ride back.

That was the day I told him I loved him too.

#kpop #stray kids #i.n x reader #i.n skz #skz #i.n stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #minho #lee know #changbin #seungmin #jeongin #han #Stray Kids #smut #x reader #black reader

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phoenix-writer2 · 9 months ago

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Hihi! First off all I hope you are having an excellent day / afternoon / night! Second, may I request some headcanons or scenarios of the hashiras looking up at reader (who's also a hashira) as an older sibling figure (Gender Neutral)?? If it's possible for all of them all of them, if not you can pick whoever you want! Please and thank you! ^^

hi, I have an excellent night even through I should sleep, but sleep is for the weak! 🤣 I hope you are good too.

I will try my best to do this. I never did it, so I hope you like it.

Sibling HC's

The Hashira as your younger siblings

gn!reader

pairing: all Hashira except for Gyomei because I didn't had any inspiration for him ( I'm so sorry,😫) x gn! Sibling! Reader

Warning; no overreading, writing on phone because my laptop died three days ago.

Note: I tried my best, I think it got a little bit in a other direction than you wanted to have it, but I hope you still enjoy it

Sanemi Shinazugawa

❁ would always yell at you, but softer than at others

❁ you would mercyless kick his ass every time he is rude toward you, and if his language is not your liking you would smack him on the head and he would scowl at you

❁ secretly keeps an eye on you, to prevent you from harm even if he knows that you are stronger than him

Not that he will ever say that out loud, nu uh but you will kick his ass if he shows of too much

❁ likes to challenge you in everything to show off his strength

❁ you two would mostly bicker in sibling art. Hashira meetings were always funny to look. Sometimes the Hashira would even come with popcorn only to see his ass being beaten up by you

Muichiro Tokito

❁ loves to sleep everywhere together with you, because you both love sleep

❁ he tries his best to remember almost everything you told him, even if you know he doesn't it makes you very happy

❁ he forgot something? Don't worry his first thing he will be doing is going to you and take a nap

❁ he never wants to lose you, you are his precious big sister and he would do anything for you

❁ sometimes when you really want sweets, he would even go and get some, even if he forgot it halfway, you still smile at him because he really tries his best to be your little brother

Giyu Tomioka

❁ you learned him know when you were with sabito training

❁ he would always feel comfortable around you and you always play jokes on him

❁ he absolutely loved your technique so that some of his breathing forms are inspired by you

❁ you would always ruffle his hair and he would always slap your hand away with an annoyed expression even in your older days

❁ he likes to be on missions with you, because he knows you the longest and you understand him the most, even through he mostly has an neutral expression, you always knows what's in his head

Obanai Iguro

❁ oh he would definitely mock you, but you would mock him back. No one messed with you!

❁ you would always throw insults at each other much like sanemi but obanai would be much calmer in arguing with you

❁ he often finds you overtraining yourself and brings you back, it's almost like you are the younger sibling

❁ but even in this moment you would always be there protecting him, looking that he eats good and be there when he has nightmares

❁ obanai would never open say it, but he loved being your little brother and never would he change you for anyone else

Mitsuri Kanroji

❁ she loves you with all her heart, since the day you started caring for her a

❁ would always dress up with you or give you the latest makeup tips, you were also the one who dyed her hair because it were your favorite colors ( of not ignore this part)

❁ tells you everything about her crush 🥰 while you listen and also gives her tips and you opinion (your opinion is very important for her. If you don't like something she most likely will drop it, because of you)

❁ she loves doing your hair and reading love stories together with her

❁ she will always ask you to train with her, because she admires your strength and you are her idol

Kyojuro Rengoku

❁ you could think he always is smiling, but with you his cheeks will hurt

❁ knows everything about you and you about him, example fav. Food or color

❁ would always be so happy if he sees you playing with his little brother to which you also became a big sister, and often would play with you together

❁ you helped him with his forms when he was struggling and helped him to archive to be an hashira

❁ he mostly wanted to become one because you were also one and he admires you for your talent and strength

Shinobu Kocho

❁ she loves you like she loved her dead older sister

❁ if someone hurts you, the person should run because shinobu will be pissed and hase the next poison already in her hand

❁ you often helps out in the butterfly mansion which also gets you closer to the girls there

❁ you live talking to Kanao even if she doesn't always responds

❁ you once gifted shinobu a good luck charm for her first mission and she wears it since then and never takes it of

Tengen Uzui

❁ would be so proud to be your little brother

❁ his wife's like you extremely, often even more that him 🤣 he pouts then

❁ I could totally see him fighting with his wives over who will spend the time with you today

❁ everything h me comes from a mission, he would bring you a souvenir only to see you smile and being proud of him for ending his mission with flying colors

❁ you would always be welcome at his home and so is he and his wives. You would often even have a play night where you would always win in card games

#tengen uzui #giyuu tomioka #Mishin #shinobu kocho #hashira #kny #demon slayer #headcanon #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #kny obanai #sanemi shinazugawa #kny shinobu #kochou shinobu #rengoku kyojuro #gn!reader #muichiro tokito

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rosekiller-addict · 1 year ago

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Snowed In

heyyy so I decided I should do a microfic until Christmas kinda thing (shhh I know I'm late but its fineee) so heres my little rosekiller microfic to start it off!!

also, idea taken from @theprongspotter

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Evan and Barty had gotten themselves a cabin to stay in for a few days before the holidays so they could get away from their friends and there signifigant others.

And it was that same cabin that they happened to be trapped in, the snow and ice making the doors and windows un-openable.

"What if they think we forgot about them?" Barty asked as he paced around the room, "what if they hate us now?"

"Barty," Evan said slowly, "they'll understand. We have the weather channels for reasons."

"But what if-"

"Barty," Evan repeated, his voice sterner this time, as he started to walk towards me, "its going to be okay."

"I-"

"Come on, come sit down,"

Evan took Barty's hand pulling him towards the couch. Barty sat down, tucking his knees into his chest as he bit down on his lip.

Barty didn't understand why he was so nervous. He knew that his friends cared about him and would understand but he was also terrified that they would hate him even if he did one small thing wrong.

"I'm going to make you hot chocolate okay?" Evan told him, throwing a blanket in his direction.

"Thanks," the brunette laughed, sinking into the blanket.

Evan wandered off into the direction of the kitchen, while Barty stayed on the couch, staring out the window as he tried to think of anything other than his racing heart.

Barty wasn't necessarily scared of being alone with Evan. They had been best friends for years and could sit together in comfortable silence for hours.

No, Barty was scared of what he would do alone with Evan. Barty had realized how in love he was with Evan a few months ago and a confession seemed to be ready to jump out of his mouth at any moment.

But Barty was also convinced he was alone in his feelings. It didn't make sense for Evan to like him back. For one Evan was straight. And even if he wasn't (which was basically impossible), there were so many people in their school that would be a better partner than Barty.

No matter how much as Barty lied to himself and others about it, he knew he wasn't as handsome or smart as the other kids in his school.

Frankly, Barty's whole life revolved around spiteing his father and who wanted to be with a boy like that?

"Here,"

Barty jumped slightly, seeing Evan standing in front of me, holding a mug out towards me.

"Thanks," Barty whispered, taking the mug from him.

Evan sat down next to him, another mug in his hand.

"We should just try to enjoy this," Evan nodded, placing his mug on the end table.

The brown eyed boy just nodded in response.

"Are you okay Barty?"

"I'm fine,"

"Liar,"

Barty laughed slightly, shaking his head.

"can I tell you something Ev?" he whispered, glancing over at the taller boy. He took in the bright blonde hair, the crystal blue eyes, the freckled skin. The perfection of everything about him.

"Of course," Evan shrugged, resting his cheek in his palm.

"I'm in love with you,"

The words came out stronger and louder than Barty intended. More sure than Barty ever was in anything.

But this was the one thing Barty was sure about. He knew he was in love with Evan, even if that was the only thing he was sure he knew.

"Can I tell you something too?" Evan asked.

"Sure," the shorter boy nodded.

"I'm in love with you too,"

The words hit Barty like a brick wall. When he confessed, he hadn't been thinking. It was something he had to say because if he didn't, he thought he might die right there.

But when he said the words, he never thought that Evan would say them back.

But here they were.

"Can I kiss you?" Evan asked, breaking through Barty's thoughts.

The other boy couldn't seem to bring himself to speak so he just nodded softly, closing his eyes as Evan's lips met his.

Barty's arms wrapped his arms around Evans neck, kissing him like the world was ending. The blonde boys arms wrapped around his back, pushing him down on the couch.

"I definitally love you," Evan mumbled, smiling down at the other boy.

"Me to,"

And then Barty couldn't've been happier for being snowed in.

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cebwrites · 1 year ago

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scar headcanons (Hiraishin Pirates)

a/n: wanted to get these onto paper before I forgot because I haven't been inspired enough to write them into fic form, lol

oc crew word count: 0.8k

Kirin

A scar vertically across his left collarbone from getting in the middle of a fight between Daz Bones and Bon Clay when they were all still Baroque agents (Bon-chan didn't leave him unhurt either, their kick to Kirin's head gave him a hell of a concussion)

A spiky, horizontal scar (frantic, poor stitching) across his abdomen slightly under his navel from his desperate teenage dysphoria brain taking control and attempting something very very stupid that he still hears about to this day

A diagonal scar going into the inner thigh of his left leg, and stitching scars all across his right leg post-Marineford

A big, jagged scar that gets darker further in from his brother post-Dressrosa (he had a rough time getting around in the direct aftermath of receiving that wound, so hasn't healed that well); this scar tends to hurt on rainy days

And small nicks around his waist and lower back, almost as if they were made by the end of a hook

Aside from those, he has smaller scars here and there all over his body, Kirin's not as particularly fussed about protecting precious skin as his partners' are - ironically no other scars on his torso though, even as he struts around shirtless two thirds of the time with active goading to whoever tries to challenge that

Reiji

Miscellaneous (slashing) scars on his arms in no particular order, and some on his legs but not many, Reiji also has stitching scars on his right thumb + pinky and his left index + ring finger

His biggest scars are a big spiky one just above his heart that comes out through his back

[There are no other scars on his back or other parts of his body, some would say that's fitting for a swordsman but he'd rebuke it]

Rio

More than they care to count since they blur together after a while, especially on their back, the majority of them whipping and laceration marks

Rio doesn't go out of their way to avoid reflections of their back anymore - the tiger tattoo covering that accursed dragon claw on their skin - but they don't need to see it to know those scars would always remain; he feels them, constantly, whenever they move or shift even the slightest amounts

Rio has more scars on the back of their upper arms and legs but they've gotten used to those, barely feel em anymore

On the under side of their left arm, they have a long, jagged gash Post-Timeskip; when Rio stands with one hand over the other, sometimes they'll brush their fingers against it out of habit

Izzy

A mildly disturbing fact Izzy realized about himself after getting his devil fruit is that, after a while, his scars don't seem to last nearly as long as they should

Small nicks he'd expect, but at some point they began noticing what should be life-long mars on their skin start to fade, even if from a long time ago, almost like an old tattoo

It kind of instilled a deep-seeded fear that one day he too would fade like ink underneath someone's skin they didn't bother to touch up, gradually, helpless to stop it, and without anyone really noticing - a partial drive behind his dream to leave his literal mark on the world, by tattooing 10,000 people they'd never truly be forgotten and live on through their work

Tetsu

A lot less than some people would typically assume - Tetsu wants his body to be a canvas for his husband's art, so there's no way he could let that art get damaged, right?

He still has quite a few, though, namely on his torso and legs from direct stab wounds (his arms are surprisingly clean)

He has a circular bullet scar on his right shoulder after taking a shot that was initially for Bepo, now it's the center of a beautiful wave illustration from Izzy that he takes to brag about any chance he gets

Alto

Much like Izzy, most scars he gets are impermanent - but only on Alto's "puppet" body, and unlike them, as soon as Alto returns to his human form, they're no longer there

If they're injured in that fleshy form, though, that scar is forever, even transferring over to the next body they carve; this is possibly why no matter how many times Alto carves himself new wings, they never sit comfortably and eventually always have to be shed

The new wood he attaches to his head is unmarred, but mind and body (the human one) still retain the memory of his flight being ripped away by cold government hands

Migi

Stitch scars all around their right hand, slightly below the wrist, where they received their namesake from (the mission gone awry that marked them with this still a fresh, bitter memory before the timeskip)

They have a scar over their right eye as well, usually hidden by her scope; the damaged caused was bad enough that she needed a replacement, but luckily enough someone with the most gorgeous obsidian eyes was kind enough to give her theirs

Migi has few other scars aside from these two, their position as a sniper usually keeps them far from the toils of melee combat and even if there is trouble close up, one of their crewmates is quick to back them up

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece ocs #op ocs #oc pirate crew #one piece headcanons #oc headcanons

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mitsuki91 · 2 years ago

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Okay so HOT TAKE ABOUT THE BOGGART YOU ALL.

*Inhale deeply*

First of all you all have the WRONG conception about of what a Boggart his. A Boggart is something who uses fear for defense, and that's means he uses the kind of fear that make you JUMP AND RUN AWAY. So I can see Neville fear to meet his most hated professor around castle; Neville itself was a timid, nervous child, always on edge, self-conscious. He tried to became "invisible" in school because he didn't have all this magic (at least he didn't show) and he want to avoid bulling, and Severus Snape was one of the people who bullied him (yes, even among all the professors)... Yes, the worst, that's mean that was the one Neville doesn't want to see around the castle.

But beside that, if you tell me that Neville's Boggart had to be Bellatrix Lestrange... You are full of shit. Bellatrix, in the life Neville actual lived, means nothing. She is pain, maybe, or "rational" fear because she is a powerfull witch that defeaut two great Aurors, but she is also in Azkaban, eaten by the Dementors, and Neville never had direct experiences with her. He was less then two years old. He can't remember and never will. He can feel pain thinking about what could have been his life with Frank and Alice, but pain is not fear. If I have to think about an alternative Boggart before Hogwarts, I think about his uncle, who let him fall out of the window.

In the same way I think that Harry's Boggart can't be Voldemort in third year. Or, maybe, only Raptor and his backface, but not Voldemort, and even him is not likely. Before the Dementors, I think Dudley can be my bet; Harry used to run from Dudley all the time when he was a child.

THAT BEING SAID.

You really, and I mean REALLY, just thrown out of the window all the poverty, bully, abuse, and the same indocrtinated shit Draco feel for in the Slytherin house when speaking about Severus Snape? I can't belive it. "He belived in their propaganda" HE WAS AN HALF-BLOOD. HOW CAN HE BELIVED IN PUREBLOOD SUPREMACY. He just want an easy out from his father, you have to think just about two second to see it.

Also, for the Lily thing, I read days ago one fucking gold meta when someone explain that when someone are abused and used to not be belived he doesn't even try to correct the false impression someone had about him. Dumbledore interrupted his babbling ("You disgust me") and he simply gave up.

Also, if you don't want to belive this, okay, but as some-other-one said days ago, you have to have some start point in changing yourself. Usually when someone you care about is touched in a wrong way by something you belived (... That's implying Severus belived in Pureblood supremacy and just no- but you do you I think). Another one is Regulus; I see some meta where when he discovered the Horcrux he finally understood that Voldemort try to make society implode, let all the Pureblook kill each other, and be the last one still alive at the end of the game... So he fear for the society as a whole, a place where he wants to live, rules he wants to follow that give him status and money, and try to destroy him. That need other meta, I know, I know.

... I don't know if I forgot something. Sigh.

But I can't stay silent after reading your answer...

Severus Snape: Says a slur that he didn't mean when he was sixteen

Everyone: Look how horrible he is! He's so racist! If you like him you're a horrible person!

Snape Supporter: He's just a fictional character.

Everyone: Horrible person!

Marauders: Harrasses someone just because they wanted to be a Slytherin at eleven for seven years straight, won't take no for an answer(James with Lily), and are all rich without doing anything to help poorer people

Draco Malfoy: Says the same slur, meaning it, for years

Barry Crouch Jr.: Tortures the Longbottoms for Voldemort, murders people, and inprisons Mad Eye

Bellatrix Lestrange: Murders people, literally in love with Voldemort, and tortured the Longbottoms

Tom Riddle: IS VOLDEMORT

Everyone: What great characters! Literally perfect.

Other person: *points out everything the characters did*

Everyone: They're just fictional characters!

#harry potter #marauders #severus snape #big rant #boggart #boggart's theory #meta #harry potter meta #regulus black #neville longbottom

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nyrasbloodyclover · 2 years ago

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no light (aegon targaryen x stark!reader)

summary: rhaenyra came to take her throne. you were captured by the greens long ago and they wanted to leave you in king's landing, but you had a change of heart. you couldn't bear to watch aegon leave without you, even if it meant betraying your family.

also i read this part of f&b long ago, i didn't remember all the details and i couldn't be bothered to do my research, so sorry about that. aegon is kinda out of character for me, but who am i to judge

Everything was falling apart. Rhaenyra came with her husband to take the throne that was hers and the whole city had to pay for it. You knew this was an alarm for The Greens to leave, run away to Dragonstone.

You've been their prisoner for the last couple of months and you didn't know what is your faith going to be now since they are planning to leave in this very moment. You hoped they left you here, so that you could explain everything to your Queen, since you spent days and days with them. You gathered some useful information.

You heard a loud roar coming from outside. It was Caraxes. You should be relieved and hopeful now that you're almost free, but some strange feeling appeared in your gut. Like you've just lost something. But that can't be true. Your father, Cregan Stark, is coming to save you. You're currently in your enemies' den, nothing has changed. Yet.

You could smell the smoke in your chambers, coming from an opened window. When you came to close it, you could see that Aegon did not leave, even though Vhagar was almost ready to fly away. Sunfyre was still grounded, but you couldn't see Aegon. It broke your heart. You wanted things to be different, much different from the current situation. Then you came to a realization.

It was like the gods wished for you to suffer. Everything you ever wanted was peace and good husband whom you could love and cherish, but instead you got war. And you were doomed to love the worst man in the entire kingdom. The man you were supposed to despise. Hate with everything that you had.

You almost laughed at yourself. He even asked for your hand, after his sister killed herself, but you refused. Mostly because you respected Helaena and couldn't do something like that, but also because of your family. And your honor. He wanted you to marry in secret, because Aegon knew the stakes. And it hurt your feelings, but you were aware of the risk, so you cursed him, and his whole family for being so twisted and vicious. Civil war between family members! You couldn't even imagine lifting a sword in your brother's direction. It was absurd.

Aegon couldn't leave your thoughts. Sunfyre was still there but you could see Syrax and Caraxes getting nearer and nearer. It was now or never. If you don't do this, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

You didn't even bother taking your coat. You swung the door open and started running to the Dragon Pit. The Red Keep was empty, for now. Your steps echoed through the cold hallways as you muttered Aegon's name over and over, like a prayer. Or a curse. You hated him. But you'd also betray your family for him. Which you were doing right now and it felt freeing. You couldn't think of your father or your dead mother right now.

There wasn't a Stark who forgot an oath. Until you.

You were desperate to see him just for a second and even if you couldn't leave with him, you just wanted to let him know the truth. No matter the consequences.

Your lungs were burning and with each step you took, the idea felt more and more foolish. But then you got there. He was preparing to leave. It was a matter of seconds.

"Aegon!" Your voice was breathless. His head snapped in your direction, shock written all over his features. He could only stand there and watch you without words as you walked desperately towards him.

"I thought you left," you threw your arms around him, and you could feel how tense he was in the moment. But you didn't care. You couldn't let go now.

He whispered your name in disbelief, "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't," you swallowed, "I don't want to be parted from you."

"Are you insane? Your father—"

"No. Don't do that now. I've made my choice."

"I can't and I won't watch you ruin your life and your family. You must go back. Find your father, find the bitch that wants my throne. Stay loyal to them."

"I don't—" You wanted to make him understand, but you couldn't find the words.

"Go! Now! Or you'll get hurt. It's too dangerous here."

You gripped his gloved hand, "Aegon, please..." Your eyes filled with hot tears. Your heart was shattering. He wanted the best for you, but you still wanted him. His expression was tortured. His violet eyes were dead, there was no light in them. He seemed drained.

He surprised you by pulling you into his arms and holding you in place for what felt like a lifetime. When he finally let go, you realized you were crying. Cold air dried the burning tears on your cheeks. You hated war and even more you hated that you were born to be his enemy.

"I have to leave now, or they'll catch me," he whispered. Then you gripped his neck and pulled him down. You kissed him desperately, taste of him getting mixed with your tears. He gave in immediately, not wasting seconds, but this time, you were the one that pulled back, but not because you wanted to.

"My lady!" Screamed a male voice and you recognized one of your father's men. He took out his sword and ran towards you two. He probably thought Aegon wanted to hurt you or take you with him. The irony...

Aegon glanced at the man, then at you and smiled viciously. "Thank the Seven for my reputation." You wanted to ask him what he meant, but he reached for your hand and pulled you with him on Sunfyre's back.

Your heart started racing as the man screamed in rage, but he couldn't do anything to stop the dragon. When you couldn't see anyone, you started laughing while holding Aegon't waist for support. And you realized how the scene looked. Aegon took you. Against your will. You didn't betray anyone. It wasn't time to laugh but you couldn't help it now that you're finally with him.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd #alicent hightower #cregan stark #reader is a stark #the greens

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years ago

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Maybe something with fratboy!kyle and being his gf? Maybe they’re at the party and she says something like “wanna leave early?” And he doesn’t die?? Have a good day!

Frat Boy Kyle

Warning: Swearing, drinking, blood, like reader gets hit in the face by Kyle but it's an accident so tw for whatever that is

Note: You guys get me. May every single person who requests a non-Tate fic receive a passionate kiss from me. I notice that I switch the POV of fics I write often ex. the one I wrote before this was 3rd person, but this one is 2nd person. If that bothers anyone lmk and I'll commit to something.

The air was hot, and so were you. Summer in New Orleans never really knows to cool off once the sun sets, like Mother Nature forgot to inform the sun that her work was over for the day. Kyle had driven you both to this party, and you had no intention of driving back, hence the homemade margarita in your hand.

The party was roughly 3 blocks away from Kyle's frat, where you intended to spend the night after this, and in the worst case scenario - being that Kyle gets drunk off his ass - you could just walk home with him and get his car in the morning. You were close friends with the party host's girlfriend, and it was her drunken idea to make margaritas, you didn't just help yourself to their kitchen supplies.

It was almost strange, almost, how many people you knew, how many friends you had, all due to Kyle. You hated getting cheesy, and you'd never admit this to him, but sometimes it felt like your life really started the moment he asked you to go out with him 2 years ago. It was the beginning of his freshman year of college, while you were a senior in high school and you both found yourselves at a party just like this one, on a night just like this, when he saw you from across the room.

You don't know if you had something in your teeth or he was just so captivated by your beauty, but once he set his eyes on you that once, he never seemed to let you out of his sight.

It was easy being with him, truly, it was. He was a smooth talker at first, but you soon came to realize he was also sensitive, caring, goofy, sweet, all things that aided you in falling in love with him. It wasn't all that hard.

You took 3 long gulps of your drink, because if you kept spacing out and getting sentimental you might start crying and that's the last thing you wanted to do. You were just so happy to be with him, despite him having wandered off about an hour or so ago. With that, you got up, and decided to go find him.

Wiping your sweaty palms on the cloth of your dress, you scanned the room for that familiar head of messy blond hair, but not seeing it. You checked the living room, the back patio, the front patio, even did a brief survey of the top floor but ultimately did not see him. Suddenly, you bumped into one of the guys from Kyle's frat. He kind of gave you the creeps but you really wanted to find your man so you asked him, "hey Archie, have you seen Kyle?"

"Have you checked the kitchen?" He spit with a gruff. You just nodded and walked in that direction when you swore you heard him mumble something along the lines of 'stupid bitch' under his breath but decided to ignore it.

You weaved in and between crowds of people to reach the kitchen, where the dense population dispersed into a few individuals hanging out by the sink, some on the counter, some on the floor, and, most importantly, Kyle, digging through the fridge. You smiled warmly and made your way towards him.

You were inches away from him when he hollered something to someone else, "Jake is this the one you wa-" he spun around, a bottle held up in the air and promptly wacked you in the face with it, causing you to take a few shocked steps back, bumping into the kitchen island behind you and a few drops of blood spilling from your nose.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry babe!" He placed his hands gently atop your shoulders and bent down to get eye to eye with your hunched over frame. "Let me see, move your hands," he gathered both your hands into one of his and used his other to carefully inspect the damage he'd done and he took a sharp inhale through his teeth.

You hadn't noticed how everyone else had left the kitchen until he placed a hand on the small of your back and led you over to the sink where others had previously been standing. He spun you around and swiftly lifted you up to sit atop the counter, then he stuffed as many damp paper towels into his hands as he could.

He swore his heart broke even more when he saw a few hot tears slide down your cheeks and he quickly wiped them away, "hey, hey, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

You nodded through your tears and he softly dabbed away your blood, realizing your face was going to bruise and it would be all his fault. Once the bleeding had stopped and all remnants of blood had left your face, he stroked your hair a few times, "are you sure you're okay?"

You let out a quiet "yeah" and began to slump forward and Kyle was afraid you were going to pass out but you didn't, instead just leaning into his chest and wrapping your arms tightly around him. He reciprocated it, placing 2 kisses atop your head and rubbing up and down on your back. He felt your body begin to shudder and he imagined you were sobbing now so he pulled back again.

"Hey what-" he started but you were laughing. He had wacked your face so hard you had a bloody, bruised up nose and you were laughing. "What is it? What's funny? Are you feeling okay?" Perhaps you had a concussion and were starting to get delirious.

"Nothing, it's just, all of this. It's kind of funny," he let his hands rest on each of your thighs and gave them a loving squeeze and you grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He hummed into your lips. You pulled away. "Hey."

He chuckled, "hey."

"You wanna leave early?" You nudged his nose with your own as if there were some way he would say no to you.

"Mhm."

You hopped down from the counter with the assistance of Kyle and shivered once you reached the ground. "What, are you cold?"

"You know, when you lose blood, your body constricts blood vessels, lowering the amount of blood your heart pumps outside the center of your body, which makes you colder." You looked at him pointedly.

He rolled his eyes and tore off his fraternity jacket and placed it over your shoulders. "How considerate," you mused at him and he rested his arm over your shoulders and led you out of the party.

The drive was short, there was no traffic and Kyle was completely sober for it, so you arrived at his home a mere 5 minutes after you left. Once he got out of the car, he came around to your side to open your door for you as he always did, but you remained sitting there, letting out a short groan. "Mmm, I don't wanna get up."

"Come on, sweetheart, you gotta get outta the car." You just didn't say anything, and he knew by that that he wasn't winning this argument, so he tossed the keys on your lap and picked you up bridal style, carrying you inside.

He tossed you down onto his bed, not caring about roughness just this once since you were being bratty. He began to walk away, "wait! where are you going?" You called out for him but he didn't respond.

He reappeared with a bottle of pills and a glass of water in his hand, and he set them both on his nightstand, slipped his shoes off and crawled into his bed. "Take those in the morning, your face is gonna hurt."

"I wonder what people are gonna say, I hope no one thinks you did this on purpose." You get under his blankets and curl up next to him and he accepts you into his warm embrace.

"I would never," he furrowed his brows in astonishment.

You craned your neck up to be face to face with him. "I love you."

"I love you," he kissed you passionately and rested his forehead on yours.

#american horror story fanfiction #american horror story #kyle spencer fluff #kyle spencer fanfiction #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #coven #ahs coven #frat boy kyle #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #evan peters fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

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lluzionz · 2 years ago

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hi hi !! can i ask for a diluc x reader where the reader is a war general whom came back to mondstadt after successfully filling their duties? like, the reader left during their teenage years and they kinda surprise their lover when they come back, since they had little to no contact in the meantime (i woke up with this weird idea, feel free to ignore if you don’t like it :) )

Hello there dear anon. I've noticed that lately people seem to give Diluc the love he deserves and I'm so in for it.

"Back to you"

Diluc x gn!reader

Tw:fluff, slight angst towards the end

A/n: Thank you so much to the person who let me know about the :readmore: thing. You are the sweetest (btw I don't know if I use it the right way. If I don't, feel free to correct me)

Being a war general surely wasn't an easy thing, especially when you were a teenager when you were chosen to be a soldier, practicaly a kid who was meant to be a soldier and fight to protect their hometown. You honestly wondered why would they choose you out of all people. You were just a teenager who's only priority was to have fun and spend your time care free. Not fighting. "You are too strong so that's why they chose you." Diluc exclaimed, his eyes full of love and admiration towards you. "B-but you are strong too so why didn't they chose you too?" You asked him, turning your face towards his direction, a sad look on your face. "Because I'm not as strong as you Y/N and you know that." He reminded you, taking your hand in his. "But what if something happenes and I won't get to see you again?" Your question hit Diluc harder than he expected to, but he quickly compossed himself in order not to upset you any further. "Y/N you do not need to worry. Everything will be alright. We will keep in touch via letters and it will feel like we are next to each other, just like now." He said, leaning over as he placed a kiss on your lips.

That was so long ago, you almost forgot how he looked like, how his touch felt like, how his kisses felt like. You missed him so much. Ever since you parted ways, there wasn't a single day passing that you wouldn't think about him, your lover. At first you send each other lots of letters, talking about how your duties as a war general were progressing, the responsibilities you had to face, everything that was bothering you. He was so supportive of you and tried his best to comfort you whenever things became too much for you but of course, letters couldn't replace the real thing and you found yourself waiting anxiously for his next letter. As the time passed by tho, the letters between you two started becoming less and less frequent until they stopped completely.

The happy feeling you got everytime one of his letters was in your hand was no longer there, that big bright smile you had plastered on your lips upon reading his letters was long gone. It had become a memory, a long, distant one just like his letters. It wasn't like you had forgoten about him or the love you felt for him. How exactly could you forget about the man you had fallen in love with so long ago? Your whole world. It was just not being able to see his handsome face for all of these years had caused you to forget how it felt having him in your arms, but thankfully, all of this was over now because you had finally filled your duties and able to return to your hometown, Mondstadt, back to him.

"Home sweet home." You exhaled as you passed the entrance of Mondstadt, the one you were so used to pass all of this years living there. "Y/N, you'rr back!" One of your friends recogniced you as soon as their eyes landed on you, hands streched as they ran up to you, hugging you as tightly as they could, suffocating you. "You're suffocating me!" You breathed out as your friend loosen their grip around your body, without letting go of you. "But I haven't seen you in so many years. I miss you!" They whined, hugging you once again. "I miss you too." You couldn't help but wrap your arms around their body, hugging them back. "Tell me everything that happened while I was gone." You asked your friend as they took you by the hand and dragged you to the meeting place of every single person who lived or just visited the city of Mondstadt, Good Hunter.

Hours passed as you and your friend informed and chatted with each other about the changed that happened in your lives in the past few years. "You know, Diluc seems to be really sad lately." Your friend suddenly said, turning all of your attention back to them. "Do you know why is that?" You asked, genuinely concerned to hear that your boyfriend wasn't doing well. "Well, I tried to ask him what was bothering him but he didn't open up to me. He only thing he asked was if I knew when you were going to be back in Mondstadt." They said, making you feel somewhat guilty. It wasn't really your fault for being away from him for so long but you couldn't help but feel sad for losing contact with him because your duties kept you so busy that you didn't even have time to rest. You could only imagine how hard it would be for him, having to worry about your safety every single day and not being able to protect you and keep you safe in case something happens to you really caused him. He felt like he lost you forever but he also knew you loved him. You made sure to tell him that everyday when you were together and using the same phrase to fininsh the letters you send to him. "I love you so much Diluc, remember that."

"I want to go and find him." You announced suddenly, getting up from your seat. "I think this is a great idea and Diluc will surely be happy to see you after so long." Your friend encouraged you as you left them alone, walking straight to the Angel's Share tavern to find your lover. Your heart was pounding like crazy inside your chest as the familiar tavern came into view. You used to spend so much time there, watching Diluc coming up with you recipies but failing miserably your tasting test. "This doen't taste right. You failed again." You placed your glass down on the counter, trying your best to hold your laughter upon seeing Diluc's disappoint face. He looked so hurt. "I thought I had it this time!" He whined as he slammed his hands against the counter, frustrated. "Maybe I can help you a little with the taste." You announced, letting your hand slip onto his. He starred at you through his lashes as a grin made it's way across your lips as you gave him "those eyes".

He was quick to catch up with you as he held you by the hand and guide you towards your "special place on the tavern". The cellar which all the wines were stored. Diluc close the door behind you as your arms wrapped around his body. "Now, let me teach you what kind of taste I want my drink to have." You said as you leaned over and connected your lips to his. Without wasting any moment, Diluc wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you as close to him as possible as he kissed you like his life was depending on it. On that kiss. It was so passionate and it felt like it was the first time the two of you kissed. "What are you two doing here?" A strict male voice echoed threw the small room, causing you to jump apart from each other. "D-dad?" Diluc recogniced the man as his cheeks took a bright red color, brighter than his hair. "Get back to work you little lovers." Diluc's dad scolded you as you hurriedly walked out of the cellar, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

A sad smile made it's way across your lips upon remembering the old days, the happy days filled with the happiest memories of your life. "Y/N, is that you?" Charles recogniced you the moment your figure passed through the familiar door. "Charles!" A smile appeared on your lips as you opened you arms, letting the man welcome you back with a hug. "We missed you so much Y/N. The tavern felt so different without you." He exclaimed, taking a step back. "I missed you too guys, all of you." You said, recognising most of the people around you. "But Master Diluc was the one who missed you the most." Your attention was immidiately back to his as soon as your lover's name left his lips. "Diluc, where is he now?" You asked the man, the anticipation was visible on your voice. "Sadly he is not here rigbt now. He still had some work to do so he had to go back to the Dawn Winery." Charles informed you, watching the smile slowly fading from your face. You wanted to see him. You had to. You missed him so much. "Alright, thank you Charles for informing me. I have to go now." You gave him a small smile as you turned on your heels and started walking out of the tavern. "Bye Y/N. It was nice seeing you after so long." Charles said behind you as you raised your hand and waved at him.

Once you were back outside, you wasted no time and left the city with your final destination being the Dawn Winery and most importantly, your boyfriend. It took you some time to get there, being tired from your long trip back to Mondstadt. But you couldn't stop now. You needed to see him, so you pushed yourself to keep on going even tho you felt like passing out because of tiredness. Some time passed by and yoy finally arrived to the Dawn Winery. You wasted to time, burging onto the winery without even knocking at the door. "Diluc, where are you-" Your sentence was cut off as soon as your eyes landed to his figure. He had changed so much over the years. He grew older just like you, he became a handsome man, even prettier than you remembered. But something seem to be different. He looked sad, almost depressed as he starred at the letter in front of him. He didn't seem to notice your presence even tho you were pretty loud, burging into the room and calling his name with your usual happy tone who he missed so much.

He thought he was imaging your lovely voice calling his name, like you did when you were still here, by his side. "Diluc, I'm back." You repeated, causing the red haired man to look upi at you. His eyes widened in shock as soon as he saw you standing right in front of him. "Y/N, is that really you?" Diluc asked you, unable to believe that you were back, standing right in front of him. "Yes, I am back Diluc. I'm finally done with my duties and came back to Mondstadt. Back to you my love." You said, walking towards him with your arms stretched out, waiting to wrap them around his body. With zero hesitation, he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your body, holding you close to him as his lips met your after so long. The kiss held so much passion and love, he haven't seen you in years after all. He felt like he was dreaming. Like if he pulled away, you would vanish into thin air.

So he held onto you like this was the last time he would get to see you. "I can't believe that you are actually here my love. I missed you so much." He said as he pulled away from your lips without letting go of you. He needed to realise that all of this was real and that no one was playing a cruel joke on him. He wouldn't be able to take it. "I missed you too Diluc, so much. There wasn't a single day passing that I didn't think about you, wishing I was in your arms." You said, cupping his cheeks. He placed his hand on top of yours, giving it a little kiss. "Why didn't you write me a letter that you are comimg back?" He asked as you lower your gaze. "I wanted to surprise you." You admited as Diluc lifted your chin up with his hand. "You know I don't like surprises." He said as you looed away from him. "But the fact that you are here brights me so much joy that I'm willing to forgive your silly idea." He said, pulling you close once again.

"Hey, it wasn't silly. It's just that I was too tired to fulfill my idea." You said, giving him one of your adorable, goofy smiles. "You're so silly Y/N." He pinched your nose as you giggled. "I'm silly only for you my sweet sweet Diluc. Love of my life." You sarted going on and on about how much you loved him and how much he meaned to you. He already knew all of that because you always made sure to let him know about your feelings so to shut you up, he forced his lips against yours, giving you a sweet kiss that you felt slightly dizzy once he pulled away from you. "Kiss me again. I missed your kisses." And without any delay, Diluc kissed you again and again until both of your lips were swallen and your breaths were cut on your throats.

"Are you satisfied or do you want more kisses?" He asked, a faint smile resting on his lips. "I am." You smiled as you let the tip of your fingers run across his cheek. It felt warm and soft. "Now can we go to sleep? I'm tired and I want to sleep with you tonight. Like we did back in the day, when we were teenagers." You took his hand and started leading him towards the bedroom but he stopped you. "Y/N, I want you to promise me something." He said, stopping you dead in your tracks. The tone of his voice sounding completely different from the previous. "What is is Diluc?" You asked, worry rushing through your body. "I want you to promise me that you'll keep yourself safe. I don't wanna loose you." Your heart ached hearing his words. He had wrote to you about his fathers death in one of his letters. You remembered yourself crying as you wrote a reply to him, telling him how sorry you felt about his lose. The news were heartbreaking for the both of you because his father was like a second father to you. Always kind and caring towards you, loving you like you were his child.

The memory brought tears in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his body, trying to comfort him. "I promise you that I will never ever leave you, no matter what. I will always be by your side, giving you all the love I have." You smiled as you wiped the tears away from his face. "I love you Y/N. More than anything in this world." "I love too Diluc, because you are my world."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin scenarios #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #master diluc #genshin diluc

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koffeekoko · 3 years ago

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Hello! I don't know if your requests are open or not but I wanted to ask this before I forgot. Could you do a tokyo revengers where the reader has naturally long nails and when they first meet the reader accidentally scratches them with mikey, draken, baji and if you want u can add more.

hey darling! since you didn't specify, i did scenarios, hope you like it! ♡

SCRATCH!!

ft. manjiro sano (mikey), ken ryuguji (draken), & keisuke baji

genre: fluff

warnings: scratching..? lol

a/n: wanted to add more but i'm exhausted, so only the three of them, sorry :')

◎MIKEY

a new bakery opened near mikey's house not long ago. ever since the opening, the place has received nothing but positive feedback, and because of the good reviews it has among the residents of the neighborhood, it was also full and busy almost every single day.

today was the first month you had started working part-time there, you were still getting used to the workplace, but due to the lack of helping hands, the owner had you help around the whole place, around the kitchen, serving and taking orders, and attending to the tables.

just as you were busy running and rushing around the entire place back and forth, someone had to add to the trouble by spilling their drink on the floor. before having a chance to notice, you already stepped onto it, making you slip.

your eyes closed, waiting for the impact of falling headfirst to the floor but as impact never came, you opened your eyes to see yourself being supported by a certain golden-haired boy.

the boy smiled at you, "you should be more careful!" still nervous, you thanked him, not noticing yourself grabbing onto his arm with your nails scratching at the skin.

"i think you can let go now, y/n-chan. your nails are long ya know."

you immediately let go and apologized for scratching him. your coworker already came to clean up the mess so you took the task of the cashier.

a few orders later, it was the boy's turn, "heya y/n-chan! i'll have two orders of taiyaki!" he said beaming.

you hum, packing his order as he just ordered from the sweets on display. it set in that he had called you by your name when you handed him the treats, "how do you know my name?"

"it's on your name tag! i'm mikey by the way," he said while paying. "next time don't scratch me, see ya!"

◎DRAKEN

you were only now regretting to have gone out of the house for merely some midnight cravings. a strong presence trailing behind you can be sensed as you're on your way back with your snacks. you have felt it behind you since you've left the store, you thought you were just being paranoid but it doesn't seem to be the case when it has been following you for three streets straight.

deciding to put a stop to it before it's too late, you turned around swiftly and grabbed the stranger's arm, and kicked your knees into his stomach. the stranger didn't fight back as you expected he would, nor did he insult you, only clutching his stomach with his free hand, groaning in pain, "what's this for?"

"for being a creep and following people at night," you huffed, still clutching at his arm.

he scrunched his eyebrows, "i'm just going home?!"

"lies. you've been following me since the grocery store!"

"that's 'cause i was buying stuff, too." he said with an irked smile, "can you let go now? your nails are diggin' into my arm."

"oh–" your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you let go of the guy's arm and rubbed your own in embarrassment.

"you shouldn't be out at this hour in the first place," he huffed.

"i can say the same to you," you both started walking simultaneously, both going towards the same direction, he offered to walk you home to avoid anything dangerous happening for real.

◎BAJI

baji was currently on his way home, he stops in his track when he feels something soft nuzzle up to his legs, "are ya lost, little thing?" baji crouches down to pet the new companion that seems to have taken a liking to him.

the cat rubs his head against baji's palms, letting out soft purrs, and enjoying the caressing. "ya like me huh?" baji grins, showing his fangs and letting out a chuckle.

"where's your owner?" he asks noticing the cat carries a collar. baji attempts to pick up the cat with both hands only to get scratched, "ouch! and i thought ya liked me."

"taro!" you yelled out for your cat with panic laced in your voice, taro turns his head towards your direction without leaving baji's palms. "where did you go?" you pet taro's head.

"yours?" baji tilted his head.

you nod your head and stretch out both arms to grab taro from baji's hold, baji flinched and hastily removed his hand from you. looking at him with confusion, you open your mouth to ask what was wrong but baji spoke before you, "like owner, like cat."

a confused hum leaves your lips before baji shows you his hand with the scratch mark, "you just scratched me again."

"oh god, taro did this?"

baji nods and emphasizes with, "and you."

you bowed to him hastily and apologized for your and your cat's behalf. not satisfied with only a verbal apology, you offered to make it up to him, to which he asked you to invite him to a meal as he was starving from not yet having lunch.

"thanks for looking out after taro.." you elongated the pause, asking for his name with your gaze.

"baji," he grins.

"..thanks, baji! i'm y/n."

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."

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Like old times (Yandere Azul x reader)

@bryzie27 - i like what you did with overblot leona. could you do something similar with overblot azul?

Not sure what you mean like the chase scene? The dynamics of Octanivelle's structure still aren't quite clear to me if they can go out in the water but I'll try!

I FORGOT THE GIF IS FROM @flowerofthemoonworld !

Let's give the octopus some love!

"Hey, your Azul right?"

He lifted his head to look at who had spoken to him. It was a mermaid with a strange speckled tail that added to her beauty. She seemed to be more of the reserved type. Her hair had two streaks of the same color on either side of her face and the rest was all one color. Her eyes shimmered radiantly.

He could feel a rush of heat claim his entire face.

"Here." She handed him his books.

"W -why are you doing this?" The young octopus sniffled.

He wasn't expecting this, not with the way everyone else treated him. It didn't make any sense why you'd treat him kindly. A freakish eight legged merman who couldn't swim correctly.

"It's the right thing to do, Azul. I couldn't just swim away with you like this. It'd be immoral."

From that first encounter on forward they became friends. She helped him walk and swim a bit better considering he found it embarrassing. She didn't even have tentacles yet she instructed him so well.. Maybe he inked once or twice, a few times around her on accident, he swears! It didn't matter she was fine with it. She didn't mind one bit who he was.

Even when they went to the Atlantica Museum she stayed by his side and explored it with him. He was a bit slow considering his physique was on the chubby side so he wasn't fast. It still didn't matter, for some odd reason she stayed with him. In the picture commemorating the trip he held her hand since he was a bit self conscious about his picture being taken.

Y/n couldn't help but find it adorable. Everything about Azul wasn't at all strange to her it only made her more curious to get to know him. He would always apologize for any small thing he did wrong. She would always say, "It's fine." as if he did nothing. Her smile always seemed to brighten Azul's darkest days.

She'd visit him in his family restaurant in which his mother and father always welcomed his first friend. They were overjoyed. She saw him gorging himself on the plate of food in front of him compared to her smaller portion. She couldn't help but to stare, it made her understand why he was on the chubby side. Then he looked at her sauce around his mouth and she couldn't help but smile at him with laughter filling the area. He was embarrassed blushing a shade of red and he felt a bit ashamed.

"Azulie, you're absolutely adorable!" She said through her laughter.

It was one of his most fondest memories he ever had with her, but all good things had to come to an end.

Eventually she had to depart from the northern seas to the far southern ones. She had to leave Azul behind. She had given him a hug it was full of so much warmth of which he had never felt before and it made his heart race twice as fast. Both parents of the children found it endearing their children had found a friend.

. . .

And that was that. Time passed and he eventually became Azul Ashengrotto the dorm leader of Octanivelle who could grant any wish just as the sea witch. He could never ever forget the one person he was so fond of though. It never left him every time he wrote down a contract he could remember a time where he truly did care for someone.

The new year at Night Raven was his second year while a new group of first years came entering the school. He had ordered Jade to get information on each of them and when he went through the long list of students that had been sorted into Octanivelle while in his office. He immediately crossed one oh so familiar.

Y/n L/n.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He put the sheet of paper down and opened one of his drawers in the desk that showed him and her back then. He never altered this photo as he did countless others. She accepted him for who he was and that was well enough a reason for him to admire her.

He automatically called upon Jade as Floyd would have probably scared the poor girl. He told him to fetch her immediately.

When he finally did see her for the first time in years he was astounded at how you changed so little but so much at the same time. You had grown taller and your eyes still sparkled just as they always did. You had the same two streaks on either side of your hair which had grown a few inches he might add.

Jade had left to do other tasks he was assigned but Azul couldn't care less seeing as he had his childhood friend and sweetheart in front of him.

"Azulie, that really is you huh?" Your voice had matured but was more timid just like the very first time they met. Of course it was so long ago that they're more like strangers now. That nickname though, it's been a long time since he's heard it.

"Yes, I've changed quite a bit." He was a little nervous though he'd never admit it his voice slightly betrayed him and his face had a little red tint. He tried pushing up his glasses to shield it from her eyes but it was a futile attempt. He heard her chuckle that made his heart race like never before.

"You haven't changed fully as your still the most adorable by far." She said.

That made his face blossom as red as a rose in the rose maze of Heartsbyul. Heat was exerting itself from his still body that he sat in the chair from.

From that moment on he would keep a watchful eye on her. He would always try his best when she was around and get any info on anything going on pertaining to her.

She had met Floyd and Jade before who Azul wasn't too fond of at first, but she reccomended he became friends with them back then since it wasn't everyday someone didn't come up to tease him and noticed his accomplishments. Of course it was only because of Azul that they met again at Night Raven. The first time she met Jade was when he first brought her to see Azul in his office. He looked familiar to her and she mentioned it to him, and they both shared their fondest memories on the way. She met Floyd a little later on in the Mostro Lounge as he had taken her order and he noticed she had come in a lot just to see Azul. Jade had to explain the situation that she wasn't required to pay for any food she ate there because of an order Azul had given out.

Azul would spend some time out of the day to just hang out with you if he wasn't always busy with the lounge. It was always a joy to be with you, it reminded him of when you were both younger. He thought back to those days every night and day that you had still never left his mind. The thought of you leaving again made him lose his sense of reason and fall deeper in his sweet obsession.

He had started to act different you noticed. He had become a bit more invasive of your personal space in which you remember that only happened when he was nervous at least you thought he grew out of it.

Jade and Floyd began to direct you to the Lounge like your life was there and no where else. It'd only be a matter of time before Azul was informed by Jade of his sweetheart's newest infatuation.

Vil happened to catch your attention. It led Azul to be green with envy. He knew the dorm leader of Pomeifore had complimented her one day and it was enough to send her falling head over heels. He had so many followers it made no sense why he had to take something else Azul had wanted for the longest time. With Vil's beauty he only began to question his own.

He had to come up with a solution just as he had done for those bullies. He just couldn't lose Y/n again. Not if he had any say in it.

After hours of pondering in his office sinking his nails into his desk the answer happened to be right behind him. The vault that was situated behind his desk held the many contracts he had collected.

Maybe if he could impress her she wouldn't see him as that stupid, clumsy octopus he once was. All these different magic spells that he obtained from those fools from the exams on land in Night Raven and those idiots who swam under the sea.

That's when his plan fell apart. Y/n avoided him all of a sudden. Mainly having spent time with those troublesome first years he sent to the museum to collect one of the last remnants of his past.

He didn't have time to keep thinking about Y/n at the moment which irritated him quite a bit. One thing led to another and now he was out here trying to negotiate with the arrogant and prideful dorm head of Savanclaw. As soon as he destroyed them all hope was lost.

He was taunting him, but his next few words really took him over the top in terms of a sadistic being.

"You know, one of your little sea friends really wanted to believe you were nice. We just had to show her the real Azul Ashengrotto." Leona had smirked turning his head to the side, beyond the corner of the tunnel his darling angelfish had appeared. Disbelief in her eyes, she couldn't even meet his eyes.

That's when everyone else had arrived, but the deed was already done. He had lost everything and his angelfish had seen him as a weak being, the same stupid clumsy octopus he hated being.

They took her from his side. He had her in his grasp and they stole her. He had lost it.

His newborn and unimaginable power were apparent now. He just had to get it all back. Not even Floyd or Jade wanted to help him either.

He reminded himself of you holding your pen ready to fire another offensive attack. His anger swelled inside him where he could tap into more power.

"GIVE HER BACK TO ME! GIVE ME BACK WHAT YOU TOOK! "

A large swarm of harsh black wind had overwhelmed the group. She still managed to stand but when the dust cleared she saw all of them had collapsed unconscious. Even the prefect who was thrown back the farthest had their head hit the tunnel, it didn't look like she was breathing from here though.

She took a look back at Azul and suddenly she felt her feet carrying her away from the scene, having Azul call out to her from behind.

* * *

It's been a while since she had to swim that fast. Her tail fin was starting to hurt from the constant movement. She wanted to take a break, a never ending nightmare she pleaded in her head to be over.

That was until she heard him calling for her.

"Oh Angelfish! You really have nothing to fear! Come out I promise I won't hurt you!" He said in a sing songy voice.

She was hiding behind a large boulder on the sea floor near a small coral reef.

"Am I not enough anymore?! I'LL DO ANYTHING TO PROVE IT! I'M NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AFTER ME! " The tone of voice he had scared her even more so now that she was alone.

"I'm not, ... I'm not that stupid clumsy little octopus anymore." He sounded as if he were about to cry, it pulled at her heartstrings a bit and she thought she could convince him to calm down in this state.

"Azulie I never-"

"There you are! " He said with glee and delight in his tone, that never would have made you think he was sad in the first place.

He successfully guilt tripped her into coming out of hiding. Using his tentacles he pulled her by the tail toward him careful to avoid giving her any injuries. He grasped her in his arms feeling himself relax a bit, at the fact he had her in his grasp once again. She felt warm just as she did all those years ago for him.

He clasped her hands together with his. A deranged smile on his face as he stared into the soul of his adorable little angelfish who shivered under such an intense gaze radiating his madness.

"We'll be together again! Just like old times! Except this time I'm all powerful and no one will be able to steal what's mine!"

Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #floyd leech

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