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lalalychee-x · 6 months ago

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"Bad Idea!" Boothill x Reader ft. his hat

CW: NSFW! MDNI! fem!reader; sex where ur on a window sill; squirting + licking it off again lol; slight exhibitionism (the door's open); biting; Boothill's tongue has its own warning; clothes ripping; fingering; robo-dick and cyborg fingers lmao; creampie; blood from biting is mentioned like twice and barely; teasing; braless; begging; edging; sweet and soft Boothill bc he's a cutie; empty warnings; he can't breathe since he doesn't have lungs?? word count: 3415 oopsie

song4this Bad Idea by Ariana Grande

♡ Whenever Boothill's hat goes missing, he knows you're responsible, so it ends up with him hunting around for you. You run away with his hat on to tease him, and he runs after you, playfully nibbling at your cheek. It's all fun and games until the hat is the only thing you have on.. ♡ Basically, you steal his hat to tease him, but end up getting fucked silly until you apologise to him. With the hat on. And only the hat on. "Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so ya got it."

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"C'mon now, sugar, ya know that ain't yours…!" Boothill called out behind out, his voice a mixture of frustration and amusement.

You rolled your eyes, quickly glancing back through a spin on your heel; the hat wobbling slightly as you held it in place with one hand.

You look back at him, sticking your tongue out, before giggling and darting off. You sharply turned a corner, your heart racing as you waited for the perfect moment to lead him down a wilder chase.

Boothill scoffs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips, "Oh, gettin' smart now, are we?"

You spin back around, your heart racing as the clicking of his boots gets closer and quicker, "I am smart!" You taunted him a little, the brim of the hat bobbing as you picked up speed.

"Ya little fudgin' minx," Boothill muttered under his breath, his curses amusingly censored as they reached your ears. "I swear, when I get my hands on ya…"

"You can't even swear properly!" You call out again, turning your head as you ran, setting the hat askew.

You catch a glimpse of him running towards you, the sight beyond amusing to see when running at such speed. You attempt to call back, but your voice dissolves into a fit of giggles and gasps for air as you ran.

You snapped your head back, facing forward to drag out the chase. It was all fun and games until you realised you'd diverted your attention for too long and cornered yourself in a dead-end room. Boothill's imposing figure filled the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you. You were panting but your index and thumb firmly gripped the brim of the hat, assuring it stayed on your head.

A room was an overstatement; a storage room, just maybe, with a singular horizontal window panel that stretched about a meter wide at most. It let in a few spells of moonlight.

Boothill leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over the metal plates of his chest, "Gotcha now," He laughed, the star-shaped insignia on his jacket clicking against the metal of his torso as he did so. "My hat looks mighty fine on ya, but I think it's time ya give it back."

You adjusted the hat, spining it on your low on your brow.

"Come on, just a little longer—?" You teased, batting your eyelashes in a futile attempt to charm him.

"No can do, darlin'," He chuckled again, pushing the door shut behind him. The room dimmed as the light from outside blocked out. "But if ya apologise, I'ma let you have it a bit longer."

"Ok ok, sorry!" You smile sheepishly, reaching a hand to the hat. "There, can I keep it for longer?"

Boothill looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were joking. "That it?"

"Well, else do you want me to say?" You stood there, a bit dumbfounded.

He stared for a second longer before edging himself closer, his face close to yours, bionic fingers tracing up and down your neck. "C'mon, apologise properly."

He tipped the hat up by the brim to expose your eyes better to him. He leaned down, the sharp edges of his teeth latching onto the soft skin of your cheek, pressing hard enough that they'd definitely leave jagged crescent-shaped scars in the morning.

He moved some hair away from your neck, his voice low against your ear as he nibbled across your jaw, "C'mon sweetcheeks, I know ya can work that mouth better than tha't. What happened to all tha't smart talk from before, hm?"

A flushed heat crawled up your neck, dusting your cheeks a rosy pink even in the dim light. It took a moment, before your quickening gasps dissolved into stutters, "A-ah, that was a j-joke…"

"A j-j-joke?" He laughed low against your ear, playfully mocking your stutter, "But you look to be takin' it real serious, sweetheart."

He paused, before licking a long stipe down from your jaw down to your collar bone. "M'still wanting that pretty lil' apology. C'mon."

God, his tongue was going to drive you insane-

You let out a shaky breath, lowering your hand from the hat on your head to place comfortably on his metal shoulder plates. "Hey hey, sorry sorry, I won't steal your hat again, ah—!"

You gasped, almost buckling over as Boothill planted a particularly mean bite through the thin skin of your collarbone.

Glancing down through hazy eyes, you watched as he swiped his tongue over his teeth, licking away the small beads of blood across his jagged dentures. "Ya said that last time too, darlin'."

Your grip tightened on his shoulders, "C'mon, I mean it this… t-time-!"

Your eyes widened, watching Boothill's teeth latch onto the neckline of your dress, yanking it roughly until it ripped. You yelped at the sudden rush of cool air against your bare chest, nipples hardening under the sudden exposure.

"Boothill!" Your arms snapped around the obnoxious tear in your clothes. "The door's practically still open!"

He chuckled, tracing a line with his sharp teeth along your breast.

He raised an eyebrow, "No bra? Yer askin' for it now, sweetheart."

Your face felt really warm again, excuses coming out nothing more than mutters, "I-It… was really warm, today…"

"Aight then, darlin'," he cupped his metal palms under your thighs, hoisting you up until you sat on the window sill, your back pressed against the pane of the window. "Besides, if we get caught, then they jus' gonna havet' give us some privacy…"

You gulped away any nervousness as he shyed away your arms from your chest. He trailed his mouth down your teared bodice, ripping fabric as he went, until he reached the waistline of your dress. He paused for a moment, before ripping a tear down it, right to the hem of the skirt, the sliced fabric falling either side of your thighs.

Goosebumps raced up the exposed skin of your thighs, eyeing when he knelt down, two loud clanks as the metal joints of his knees hit the floor.

He grinned at the sight of the thin fabric of your underwear, running his teeth along his teeth again.

"What pretty panties, hm? Was half expectin' yer to be bare down here too, sweetheart." He lifted your right leg over his shoulder. "Shame 'm gonna rip 'em so soon."

"Hey—! Come on, c-careful!" You shivered slightly as his canines hooked around the stretchy fabric, piercing a hole in them.

"Right darlin'. It's ya punishment for not apologisin'."

"H-huh—?"

There was a staggered ripping sound as your underwear ripped from top corner to bottom corner, the material coming off with the dragging of his teeth.

You yelp, gripping his hair, "You—! Are you going to fucking shred everything I'm wearing—?!"

"Yeah, am plannin' on it, darlin'." He chuckled before trailing his tongue up your slit, already a drooling mess between your legs.

You shiver, your fingers gripping his hair tighter, the door cracked open only making your heart race faster. Oh Aeons, if someone were to see you exposed to him like this, pressed up against the window—

"Shh, relax sweetheart. The thrill's the best part. Jus' breathe for me, ok?" He began to rub up and down your slit, his voice soothing and his thumb lingering at your clit for a moment too long just to force a whine out of you. "But if I were ya, I'd start apologisin' if you wanna cum this time."

"H-haah—?!"

He didn't respond to your breathless protest, but circled two fingers around your entrance, watching amused as slick pooled on his fingertips. "Stubborn? Y'need some encouragement, do ya?"

He licked a long stripe up again letting tongue swirl around your clit before slipping a finger in, his mouth still hot against your folds.

He grinned and looked up at your nervous expression melting into pleasure, his head leaning against the inside of your thigh. "There y'go, sweetheart, ain't that feel good?"

"Hnngh—!" You desperately tried to roll your hips on his finger, only to fail and your body halt into a series stutters.

"Really fudgin' desperate, are we?" He laughed a little, sucking in a breath. "Hol' on, darlin', I'll find it."

He slid his finger in and out tantalisingly slow, his tongue brushing over your clit; you could feel the steel of his teeth occasionally that irked your body with shocks of pleasure. Content with your faltering ego, he slipped another finger in, the stretch making you wince before whining.

"B-boothill, 'm sorry, please-let-me-just, a-ah—!" Your eyes widen, one hand curved over and gripping the window sill and the other firmly on his hair.

"Hm, what's that darlin'?" He stupidly grins, his bottom lip glossed over with spit and your arousal. "Didn't quite hear ya…"

He curled his two fingers upwards, the rubber pads on his fingertips pressing firmly against that sweet spot deep inside you.

"F-fuckkknngh…" Your eyes roll out of focus, hips subcounciously rocking against his bent fingers and your back arched until your head pressed against the window pane — with the hat still on.

He clicked his tongue. "There. 'M found it. Now where are my sorries and Iwontdoitagain's?" He began to pump the two fingers in and out, roughly pressing against that sweet spot every thrust of them. "Still want a proper apology, sweetheart—"

He stays substantially quiet — amiss a few amused hums and chuckles — listening to your flurry of apologies and letting you listen to the sloppy squelches of your cunt.

"God, I'm sorry— I won't—"

"Oh, is that so, darlin'?"

"H-hn, god, I won't do it again—!"

"Sure ya won't, darlin'…" He sucked in a breath, voice shaky between your legs, before picking up the pace with a stupid grin on his face, flashing his shark teeth. You whine, rocking your hips in helpless stutters, your pussy openly accepting the change in pace and clenching around his digits while he curls them deeper and quicker inside of you. "Fuckfuckfuckk— I'm sorry, sorrysorry— pleasejust—"

Boothill grinned at your mush of words. Your mouth hung open, chewing at your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to muffle the drunk blabbles that spilled out of your mouth.

He mutters, his voice low between your trembling thighs, "C'mon sweetheart, y'mouth can beg better than that." He rolls his tongue over your clit again, pumping his fingers in and out, sticky threads leaking from your cunt and sprawling between his fingers and the sides of your thighs.

You clenched your eyes shut, tears pricking at your eyes, "Boothill, c'mon, 'm sorryyy— w-won't do it again— promise—!"He lets out a low hum, gently flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue— oh god, his damned tongue. A flash of panic spread across your face, feeling him begin to slow down.

"Or what, sweetheart?" He experimentally twisted his hand agonisingly slow as he pumped in and out, pistoning your cunt with his fingers at deeper angles, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Please, 'm gonna — hic — c-cum—!" Tears began pricking at your eyes, "God, please, fuck, I've learned my lesson —!" Your pleas come out in choked sobs, "Please don't — hic — slow down—!"

"Attagirl," He grinned, the flat steel of his teeth pressed up against your slit as his tongue flit over that bundle of nerves at the tip that drove you insane, quicker this time, "Jus' a bit more, yeah?"

He slid in for a final time and jerked his hand upwards, settling his fingers into you, firmly hooking repeatedly into that sweet spot. His voice and laugh were teasing, vibrations low and tempting between the plush of your thighs. "C'mon — make a real fudgin' mess on m'face, sweetheart."

"B-boothill, 'm gonna—!"

Your fingers grip the smooth locks of his hair, head pushed against the glass, his name shamelessly spilling out of your mouth. Specks of white flash from behind your eyes, vision going hazy and choked moans straggering from your throat.

You hear him chuckle lightly underneath you, cooing at the clench around his fingers and the gushes of viscid liquid coating his tongue, lips and fingers so well.

He slowly pulled away after rubbing strangely vexing circles a few more times inside you. He glances up at you with a satisfied grin, his mouth and chin glossy with your fluids.

Lowering your thigh from his shoulder, he let it dangle back over the window sill before standing up with a loud scrape of his metal joints against the floor.

He cleaned his fingers clean of the sheeny, pretty slick with his tongue and making sure to roll them around in his mouth before taking them out with a 'pop—!'

"Real mess y'made, sweetcheeks." He grinned, flashing his teeth at you, as he used the back of his hand to wipe away any remnants. "Tastes real good, though."

"H-hnn…" Your voice came out rough and croaky, your head lolling to one side, setting the hat to tumble off your head.

He snapped a hand to the hat, placing it back on your head with a mischievious smile, "No no, keep it on. Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so y'got it."

You blink for a few moments, regaining your breath, "Oh, fuck you—!"

"With pleasure—"

"What am I going to wear when getting out of here?! At least you're clothed!" You motion to the sliced fabric on either side of your legs, and the ripped bodice of your dress hanging on dear threads.

With your comment, he slipped off and discarded his jacket that didn't even cover much anyway.

"Ya won't need anythin' for a while now, darlin'. Think of it when we get there." Boothill laughed, flicking away the torn rags. "Besides, y'look good with just the hat on. Think I've put your mouth to enough good use too."

You lick your lips, opening your mouth to say something but quickly shutting it again at the swift unbuckling of his belt; it heaves down to his thighs from the weight of the cartridges hung on it.

His fingers travel, hitching onto a cock of metal plates, the edges of them encased in thick black rubber right from the girth until reaching a swollen tip of black rubber.

You sharply breathe, eyeing the scale-like texture, taking note of every rib on it as it lined up against you. You suddenly blush at the realisation of mouth almost salivating, muttering, "You so owe me a new dress after this—"

Boothill let out an amused hum, one hand wiping a line of drool from your lip then trailing down to your tits, cupping the flesh with cold metal fingers. You shiver, the skin on your chest pebbled with goosebumps before gasping at a sudden bite along the sensitive skin.

"—?!"

The quick spike of pain quickly subsided into a tingly sort of pleasure as Boothill's tongue drove around the swelling mark, peppering a few more as he went until he was so bent over into you that his cock pushed up against your pussy, the metal cool against your puffy and swollen clit.

"Ah, fudge, darlin'—" He grits his teeth, feeling the warmness of you just on his tip. He huffs a little, barely fitting it in voice raspy as his face is buried into your neck. "Open up a bit, sweetheart will ya—?"

He backs away for a moment to grab both of your legs, hooking them firmly over his shoulders. You groaned at the stretch, keeping both hands on the window sill in desperation. He grinned at your pussy spread wider over his tip now, clenching around it and sheening the bulb of rubber with slick. "There y'go…"

He groaned, breathing shaky as he slid it slowly. "A-ah, God—"

"A-ah, God—" Your eyes widen, rolling out of focus from feeling every metal rib of his cock push into you, forcing it thick and hard into your cunt until it reached the base. You tense, locking your legs around his neck. "Fuck, I told you to be careful—!"

He let out a shaky laugh, "Sorry 'bout that darlin'—"

He places one hand on the window sill for leverage, the other coming to press the hat down on your head. With a sharp breath in, he begins to move, deep long strokes at first to make sure you felt every bump along the scale-plating of his cock against your walls.

And, god, did it drive you insane; the texture was too much, almost sending your sending your already-sensitive pussy into overstimulation. "Hnn, t-too much —! Boothillholdon, itsgonnahmph—!"

"Jus' relax, darlin', you've taken it before…" He whispers low into your ear, stressing the pace of his movements, losing himself in the warmth of your cunt and grinning at your indecipherable mush of words spilling from your mouth again. Muffled groans escape as he listens to your moans, picking up the pace.

You subconciously roll your hips against the thrusting of his cock, every metal plate rubbing smooth and hard against your walls, the thick rubber of his tip hitting hard against your g-spot.

"Killer hips y'got there, baby—" He cooes breathlessly in your ear, his own voice breaking as he thrust in and out of your sopping cunt. You flush a deep red, your face now hot and bothered when you realise how desperate you were against his cock.

You open your mouth to reply, probably with something smart but your lips are greeted with the stark taste of iron and your own slick on his tongue as his mouth kisses yours shut. You whine through his lips, feeling his tongue deep in your mouth until your whole body shivered and tingled. You tried to keep your eyes open, only to end up crossing them over in a fucked-out haze.

Your legs trembled over his shoulders, locking him tighter in place to bully his cock deeper into your cunt. His eyes widened at the lock, then he grinnned.

"Fudge, y'not lettin' m'get away, are ya—?" He groaned before huffing out a laugh, finally lowering his hand from the hat on your head to place them both on your hips, roughly slamming them onto him to target that sweet spot inside you.

"Hnn — hic — god, m'gonna—" Your words come out slobbery, your lips glossed over and drooling.

"C'mon, pretty, cum f'me…" He dug the metal of his fingers into your hips, his own beginning to stutter and shake as he moved. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your clit in uneven circles to drag the orgasm out of you. "Make a real mess, sweetheart—"

Patches of white and yellow flash behind your eyes, your hips buckling forward. You let out a long choked moan that stuttered with every slackening thrust of his hips that gummed your insides with thick ropey spills of cum.

Gently, he slowed until the stimulation against your slit burned off, leaving you tingly and weak. Weak enough to finally let go of the leg lock you had on his neck.

The grip on your hips slackened as he pulled away, whistling at the mess between you both. He took a moment to watch the white slick drip between your legs. "Feel full as a tick yet, darlin'?"

You tried to respond, but your whole body almost lolled to the side, only stopped quickly by his arm. He gazed down at you, stupidly grinning and laughing at the sight. "What'd I say, darlin'? I did shut up that smart mouth of yours." He clicked his tongue in thought, "Even got m'self the cutest little apologies—"

With any remaining energy you had, you playfully whacked him on the arm and cut him off, to which he faked a wince. He had forgotten the bodily difference in stamina between you two.

"Ouch— fudge, darlin', at least you got some spark left in ya. Fine, 'ma buy you a… no, ten dresses in turn, 'kay?" He pressed a small kiss on your forehead then eyed the dimly lit room, catching sight of the hat that had tumbled off your head at some point and the jacket he had teasingly thrown off. "For now, 'm jacket and that hat are gonna have to do."

"Oh, fuck you—" You scoff, your head in the curl of his elbow.

He smiled, running his hand through your hair. "C'mon, y'wanted to wear that hat so badly. Y'looked real good in it…"

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niki-phoria · 7 months ago

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EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, I LIKE IT, I LOVE IT

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 505

notes: sorry for the late post, i've been too busy reading zb1 fanfics to write anything lmao, possibly ooc megumi, not proofread, title from soulja boy - kiss me thru the phone

it wasn’t often that FUSHIGURO MEGUMI allowed himself to be vulnerable. even with the people he trusted the most, it always felt as if there was a wall separating him from others - a barrier preventing him from fully allowing himself to feel any love or comfort in fear of it being ripped away again.

it was hard - even if he pretended like it wasn’t.

you had come to see many different sides of megumi over your time at jujutsu high. you had watched his glares become softer and long silences shorten until he would freely share his ideas with you. somehow, when it came to you, all of his defenses had failed, one after another. he found himself looking out for you - watching over your training sessions; following after you during missions; waiting at your bedside when you got hurt.

something about megumi was different. something about you was different.

falling for you was fast. it happened before megumi had realized what was happening. brief glances had become nervous touches, and nervous touches had become long conversations that lasted far into the early hours of the morning until megumi found himself lying beside you in your bed, falling into a deep sleep almost as quickly as you did.

the morning had come quickly and quietly. sunlight seeps into your dorm room through your open blinds, casting your sleeping figure in golden light. megumi watches intently as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm; stray strands of hair frame your relaxed features.

despite himself, megumi smiles softly at the sight. he reaches up before gingerly resting his hand against your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin. “y/n,” megumi whispers. you stir in response; your face twitches as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. the feeling causes heat to spread across his face and goosebumps to rise along his skin. “come on. we have a mission.”

you lazily wrap your arms around his waist, tugging your body closer until your head rests against his chest. megumi does his best to ignore the butterflies swarming throughout his stomach to little avail. “not yet,” you rasp out, nuzzling yourself even closer to him.

he purses his lips. your body is warm beneath the covers as you nuzzle yourself even closer to him. as much as he hates to admit it, megumi would much rather lay in bed with you then watch you risk your life to kill a curse yet again.

“gojo-sensei will be upset if we’re late,” he sighs. cool hands slip underneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing shapes into your bare skin. you startle momentarily at the feeling, but don’t move much otherwise. “y/n…”

you simply frown in response, tightening your grip around his waist. “five more minutes,” you murmur. megumi freezes when you blink up at him with flushed cheeks and tired eyes. “please?”

it wasn’t often that megumi allowed himself to be vulnerable. but with a request like that, how could he ever say no?

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lizardboiii · 9 days ago

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Tongue Tied┃One Piece - Pt. 2

[Protective!Dracule Mihawk x Poneglyph Speaking!Reader]

│Summary: Washed up on a gloomy shore, your only solace is a dark an empty castle. Yet, when the castle's only resident finally returns, you are met with an undeniable problem. The language you speak is completely dead to his world.

"Flailing your hands around isn't going to make me understand you any more."

"𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐!"

・❥・

│cw: SFW, 18+, unfortunate slow start

│wc: 1.4k

│chapters: I II III

│notes: accidentally wrote the reader as such a golden retriever lmao. also, please let me know if the switch between languages is getting hard to understand! shorter chapter cause i'm overworked ;(

・❥・

│Chapter II: Golden Hour

Ever-eerie. Ever-present. Ever-gold.

The undeniable sensation of watchful eyes consumed you as you haunted the castle’s halls. They followed from vestibule to vestibule. The source of them hiding somewhere in the darkest of corners. Sometimes…Goldy seemed more phantom than man.

It was foreign at first, the omnipresent feeling of sharp eyes piercing through you. They reigned supreme. Placing every action you made on trial, Goldy played the judge, jury, and executioner.

Eventually, you learned to pay his stare no mind, preferring to slowly attempt communication with the ravenette in your native tongue.

The aforementioned man merely allowed you to rattle on. He treated your voice as if it was simply background noise, disregarding your presence like a lesser being.

Goldy’s pride scarcely made a dent in your determination. In fact, after a few days had passed, you no longer clung close to the walls, favoring to follow the massive man around like a lost duckling.

Your previous isolation had made you needy.

Before you knew it, you and Goldy had developed a routine - whether he liked it or not. Your day started earlier than most. The sun just barely rising before you stirred awake from a restless sleep. You found Goldy preferred to slumber longer. His form not stalking the halls till an hour later, possibly more.

Until then, you’d pad around the empty halls. You walked with no destination in mind, noting any foyers you preferred over another. And when you scoured the entire castle - you’d start again. The soles of your feet wore into the stone. You were sure if you looked hard enough, you could see the beginnings of a path in the shape of your feet.

At last, Goldy would awaken. He moved with little disturbance, often evading your notice. However, whether he was outside refining his skill in the art of sword or simply relaxing in the parlor, you always managed to find him.

Today was no different.

You had been meandering throughout western wing, absentmindedly tracing the serpentine engravings of the coffered ceilings with your eyes. Then, a wedge of light caught your attention.

You dropped your gaze, glancing out of one of the many floor length windows. Its cracked windowsill framed a direct view of the northwestern courtyard.

Through the quickly fading golden hour, you could just make out the form of Goldy. He sat passively in a cushioned chair facing the sea.

A fresh newspaper was clutched in his hand while the other held an opaque chalice. Across from him was a chess table. However, no second chair existed for another player to claim.

You smiled at your discovery, you had found him faster than usual. It didn't take long for your form to gently glide towards the window. Curiosity consumed you. Standing before the window enthralled, you watch every movement Goldy made intently.

When he yawned - so did you.

When he rubbed his chin - you followed in suit.

When he re-crossed his legs - you shifted your feet.

Your mimicry didn't last long. As quickly as you noticed him, he noticed you. Without warning, Goldy’s eyes flung to your own, drilling into them. You jumped in surprise. Even after a week of dancing around each other, you still couldn't get used to their divine aureolin.

Regaining composure, you grinned at him with a wave. Goldy ignored your hospitality. He was quick to return to his newspaper, feigning ignorance. However, you were sure he understood what would come next.

You barreled towards the courtyard. Skipping steps and slamming doors, you easily found your way to the grumpy man. Goldy remained unfazed at your sudden appearance.

You walked beside his chair with a large smile, excited to talk to someone other than yourself.

“𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐!”

Your voice drew a puff of air from the man, his eyes shifting to you for only a moment. You hummed at the attention. Plopping down on the ground, you rested your head against the arm of his chair.

“𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?” You beamed at the man above you.

Flip.

You turned your gaze to the sea, “𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕?”

Flip.

Your composure began to waiver, “𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝙸 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝!”

Flip.

Finally, the smile you forced dropped, “𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎.” You picked at the grass beneath you, “𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎.”

A long sigh made you jolt in surprise. Goldy tossed his newspaper on the side table next to him in annoyance. Two firm fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose.

“Just what are you chattering about?”

You perked up at the response, returning your gaze to the ravenette, “𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚢?”

He met your excited gaze coolly. You could practically see the gears in his head turning, frustrated with the fact he wouldn't be able to pull answers from you.

Goldy leaned his head on his hand, refusing to move his eyes off of you, “What am I going to do with you?”

Your mouth curved into a small smile. Although you couldn't understand him, you've determined your second favorite thing about Goldy was his voice.

You turned back to the sea solemnly. Even though you could see his imposing figure, hear his rich cadence - it was as if nothing had changed. You still felt so utterly alone.

The crashing waves called you home, beckoning your aching heart. Beyond them, bobbing up and down, Goldy’s ship offered itself. A way back home.

A way back to sanity.

Pointing your finger at the ship, you snapped your head over to the older man, “𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚢, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝!”

Goldy raised a sharp brow at your sudden outburst.

You chewed your bottom lip, trying to figure out a way to articulate your thoughts. Determined, you pointed at him, “𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚢.”

Then, you pointed to the ship, "𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚝.”

A low rumble escaped his chest before he gestured to himself, “Goldy?”

You shook your head enthusiastically, “𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚢!”

“You named me?” He spoke more to himself than you, rubbing the pointed edges of his beard. Displeased, Goldy quickly shook his head, “No.”

You tilted your head in confusion. Had he rejected the name?

Goldy swished the glass in his hand, “Mihawk.”

You tasted the name on your tongue, carefully mouthing every syllable, “Mi-hawk?”

A faint smile grew on his face, “Mihawk.”

Grinning, you signaled to yourself, “(𝚢/𝚗)!”

“(𝚢/𝚗)?” He placed the chalice to his lips, “You’re quite a troublesome brat, “(𝚢/𝚗).”

Your stomach flipped at the sound of your name. You hoped he'd say it more.

Pointing at the ship once more, you called out to him, "Mihawk. 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚝.”

Mihawk followed your finger, “𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚝?” His brows furrowed slightly before relaxing, “Do you want my boat?”

He stood suddenly, as if he connected the dots he had been chasing. Ignoring your confused form, Mihawlk allowed his long legs to lead him to the path back to the castle. He looked back only for a moment. His large hand beckoning you to follow in suit.

You stood quickly, fumbling over your own feet. You couldn't lose this chance.

Mihawk walked briskly, winding through the castle halls before he led you to large french doors. You had seen them before during your morning strolls. However, you were never able to investigate what was hidden behind them. Mihawk kept them under lock and key.

Reaching inside his pocket, the aforementioned man pulled out a small silver key. It glimmered under the sunlight enhancing the skull design on its embossed head. As quick as he revealed it, he unlocked the room.

The door swung open ominously. The darkness of the room seemed to creep out into the hallway, dying the floor black. Even so, Mihawk entered the room without hesitation. You wasted no time following close behind.

Eventually, Mihawk allowed himself to relax in an armed car across from the room’s fireplace. Taking out a pen and paper, he offered the utensils to you. You gladly accepted them.

Twirling the pen in your hand, you tried to ignore Mihawk’s piercing stare.

First, you began to draw a boat. Beneath it you labeled:

“𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚝.”

Next, you drew an arrow leading to a small island with a house on it. Beneath which you wrote:

“𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎.”

Looking up from your drawings, you smiled at Mihawk eagerly. However, your grin quickly dropped at Mihawk’s expression.

You had never seen Mihawk’s face get so pale.

“This is impossible.”

Mihawk snatched the paper from your grip.

“How could you possibly know…”

His eyes searched your writing frantically.

“Poneglyph.”

・❥・

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfic #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #poneglyph #language barrier #enemies to friends to lovers #seven warlords

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errruvande · 18 days ago

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A brief check up

Pairing: Sihtric x F!Reader

Note: this is a brief little thing for @whitedarkmoonflower, Happy Birthday, love!!! I hope this bring you a bit of a nice mood 💖

Summery: Sihtric returnes from their failed attempt to reclaim Bebbanburg

Warning: SMUT, oral (female receiving) (still trying to figure out smut, idk if it works lmao)

Word Count: 1762

You were untying his leather vest, brushing your nose against the skin of his neck, you fingers working through the tied strings of the lacings on the both sides of his chest until the vest opened and you tugged it off Sihtric's body, ditching it on the floor.

He had just returned home. Not seeing or even hearing from him for almost two months was torturous, waiting for him to return with Uhtred with the good news of reclaiming Bebbamburg.

"We didn't..." Sihtric drew in the air, you felt his body breaking under your palms. "We lost... Beocca is dead.”

You slid your hands forward, tracing Sihtric’s side, and pressed yourself to his back, clasping your palms in the lock on his stomach. “I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t know Beocca all too well, but he was a friend, he meant a lot to Uhtred, and meant a lot to all of his friends, Sihtric included. He was there from when Sihtric joined lord Uhtred all those years back, till now. You squeezed him tight, burrowing your nose in the crook of his neck, placing a soft, warm lingering kiss.

“I’m sorry, I really am, but you’ve survived that ordeal and this is what matters the most to me right now.” Brushing his dark curls aside, you carefully overlooked his neck, planting a kiss on the small curve right under his head.

Your fingertips traced his body down, feeling the lean muscles under the fabric of his tunic, grabbing the hem of the material and lifting it up slowly, one hand feeling the skin underneath your palm, praying not to feel any new bumps and cuts.

You did it every time SIhtric came home from the journey. Undressing him slowly, one piece of clothing after another, too afraid to find that he was wounded.

He was standing patiently, waiting for you to reassure yourself that your man is fine and healthy, touching your hair playfully from time to time to win a sheepish smile from your concerned face.

“You are all well.” You barely whispered into his skin, standing up right in front of him, brushing his naked chest with your fingers before touching it with your lips.

“I looked well after myself,” Sihtric murmured, his tattooed fingers reaching out to your cheek, grazing the skin gently. “I know you would kill any bastard who would touch me with his blade.”

You both chuckled lightly, as he tugged your pretty face closer to his and kissed your lower lip, framing the full contour of it with his tongue, and diving into a deep kiss, the other hand entangled in the fabric of your dress, towing your body forward, collapsing your abdomen into his with a soft hum. You sucked his lip in between your teeth on the feeling, slowly wrapping your arm around his hot, lean body as you were pressing yourself into him even harder, leaving not an inch between the two of you.

“Do you need a help with forgetting everything that happened?” Stopping the kiss, you brushed your cheek against his on your way to whisper these words into his ear, enclosing Sihtric’s earlobe between your lips.

With a soft hum he yelped. “Hmm, yes, please.” His hand slid down your body, tracing your curves, and landed on your bum, squeezing it tight enough for you to moan sweetly in his ear. “I really need you to distract myself or else I’ll go mad.”

In instant, you felt your skin turning warm as if you were standing under the burning sun in furs, but it wasn’t the sun that heated you up, Sihtric’s hand was combing through the fabric of your dress, draping it in his palm until the hem of your dress didn’t reach your butcheek and you felt his fingertips dug into the soft skin.

“I hope no one bothered you while I was gone?” He leaned back, trying to see your face that was burrowed into his neck this whole time, smirking sheepishly at your heated up cheeks.

“No one dares to.” You aired out, biting down your lower lip, head tilting back just slightly on the feeling of Sihtric’s fingers finding their way to your already slick folds, brushing it with just one finger to tease you.

“Good.” He murmured, his voice low and raspy. He traced your cheekbone with his tattooed fingers, sliding from your cheek to your chin, tilting it down a bit, your lower lip slightly bulging from the tension of his fingers. He leaned towards you, biting you lip and tugging it out, coaxing a low moans from you, all the while his other finger was forcing you to arch your back just a bit, spreading your thighs just enough for Sihtric to get more comfortable brushing your wet folds with his fingers. “You did miss me, right?”

His voice was a low sultry purr filling your mouth, warming up your belly and sending little goosebumps running all over your body. On his touches you jutted your bum up, almost guiding SIhtric’s finger to slip inside your folds, humming seductively, the moan low and breathy into his mouth before you bit his lip and sucked on it, teeth scraping the sensitive skin of Sihtric’s lip.

“I missed you right, love.” You pulled from the kiss suddenly, eyes fixed on Sihtric’s. “Mind to undress me, or do I need to do everything myself?”

Your voice was a mead, sweet drink to Sihtric’s ears. He cocked his head on the side, a mischievous smile appearing on his face as he studied your movements: your hands pressing to his chest and pushing away from him, - Sihtric’s brows furrowed when he lost the feeling of your wetness on his fingers. - you slid your hands down your body, grabbing the hem of your dress, and started pulling it up, lingering when the fold of the fabric reached your breasts. You twirled just a bit, teasing Sihtric with your breasts shaking from your movements and felt his fingers digging into the curve of your hips with a coarse growl, yunking you to his side in one swift motion, his lips naturally falling into the cleft between your breasts.

His heavy kisses mixed with the low, animalistic growling spreaded the fire-hot warmth throughout your whole body. You hand treacherously tangled in the dress under your head, giving SIhtric the full control of your body for the brief moment. He spent no time, pining you to the nearest wall, his lips wet on your breasts, nibbling on the hard nipples, making you dance on your tiptoes from the spreading desire. He gave your nipple the last bite, circling it with his tongue a few times and went lower, making a wet trail of kisses while he didn’t reach your pubic bone.

“Ugh, I missed it so much…” He growled out into your skin before brushing his hands down your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little. “Do you want it, princess?”

You squealed, hands still tangled in the fabric, but at least your face was free and red, both from Sihtric’s hands dancing on your thighs, and the harsh battle with your dress. You moaned, looking down at Sihtric, the braid over the sheared side of his head beaming with silver hair beads. You want to touch it so bad, to touch his head, his face, but your damn hands and that damn dress were entangled in a death lock.

You moaned loudly when he pressed his lips to your clit, circling your sensitive spot with his wet tongue, sucking it and nibbling on it, making your body inflating with pleasure. The tension in your body from his little service made you fidget, your feet going up and down on the toes, your abdomen twitching with delightful tugging pain. You felt your sleek dripping down your cunt, you didn’t see it but you knew for a fact that Sihtric’s chin was all wet and it made you shut your eyes and wail, head bumping into the wall behind you. SIhtric kept sucking on your clit more vigorously, the slurping sound echoed the room as he did not waste a drop of your juice.

Your legs were shaking, standing on the toes the weight of your whole body almost wrecked your poor fingers, while you were bouncing up and down uncontrollably, bucking your hips against Sihtric’s face on the feeling of the pinching wave crashing into your body. You started sliding down, pressing your back to the wall in a fruitless attempt to stay on the spot, but just a second later you found your legs wobbly and your thighs resting on Sihtric’s shoulders.

As he continued to suck on you, his hands dancing freely around your thighs, you felt as you were getting closer. Your whole body tightened, as a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any given moment, your panting was getting heavier with each second and each lick Sihtric gave your clit, your mind got hazy and you were seeing colours you had never seen before. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the wave of pleasure crushing you one after another, gnawing your fingers and shaking your legs. You clenched around nothing, wishing for Sihtric’s cock to be inside you.

Sihtric growled gravelly when you collapsed on his shoulders loosely, your hands swinging behind your back as the damned dress slid off them on the floor.

“I don’t know about you, princess, but I missed you.” He said with a smirk, swiping your cum from his chin with his hand, your legs still trembling around his neck.

“Sihtric…” The moan you let out almost turned into a whisper. You wrapped your arms around his head, fingers tracing the Yormunganrd tattoo, as you panted into his forehead. “I thought I was supposed to distract you, not the other way around…” Your fingers slid from his tattoo to his chin, tilting his face up enough to give him a desperate kiss.

“I got distracted well enough…” Chewing on your lower lip, Sihtric moaned into your mouth. “Don’t worry, princess.”

He took your legs off his shoulders and stood up, lifting you in his hands, bridal style. He gently put your trembling body on the bed, kneeling at the bedside and planted a kiss on your nose, whispering with a smirk. “You’ll have plenty of time to make up to me.”

The light giggle was the last thing you remembered before passing out into the dream, your body heavy like rocks, drowning you into the deepest depth of your mind.

Thank you for reading this lil piece! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated 💖

Again, happy birthday love, hope you'll have the greatest day possible today 💖💖💖💖

TLK taglist: @kingslionheart @morosemagick @lllostgirlll @bilbotargaryen @dadrrystyles

#sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fanfic #sihtric fic #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom fanfic #arnas fedaravicius

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spockandawe · 5 months ago

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Straw marquetry, mark three!!!! Okay. So. I did two projects where i pasted my material directly onto a backing and then adjusted the edges. And I still haven't done any where I build tiles and assemble them on the backing later. But first I wanted to swerve off the road into something slightly more the realm of traditional wood marquetry, because I wanted to see if I could cut pieces out of a sheet of material, and fill it with something else.

The answer: pretty much!! There's still room for improvement here, I've done VERY little with cutting out Shapes at all, and not all wood veneer techniques map to straw (if i sanded this surface down, I would cry). And I also picked out all circle shapes because ??? I hate myself I guess. But I've been sitting on this GORGEOUS red straw and the perfect frame, and my self-control finally snapped

So, I plotted out a series of overlapping circles, sized very scientifically (based on four bowls in my kitchen) and traced them out onto my primary backing sheet. I wanted to cover with straw up over those lines, but not to waste unnecessary material.

Then I used my bowls as guides to cut out the first few circles and worked to fill them! In traditional marquetry, the advice is to work from background to foreground, so that's what I did here! And i traced out the size of the holes to determine the area i needed to cover for the inset pieces. The lumpiness of the circle below is to account for the overlap from the next piece to follow, making sure there's a clean surface to cut for that window.

I also did some VERY light color sorting, to try to pull out dark red for the biggest circles, pink red for the midsize ones, and orange for the smallest. The orange worked, the others are a bit more ambiguous! Part of the issue is that color variation within a single stalk can be extreme, and I didn't want to get lost in the weeds of subdivisions. The other is that this craft is positively ALLERGIC to overhead lights, as you can probably guess from many of my photos, which meant a lot of my sorting calls were wide open for second-guessing later.

Now, unlike wood, I wasn't really able to glue these to each other. That might change if I step up the backing to a thicker board, but here we were basically working on cardstock. Something to explore later! So for now, I attached my circles using masking tape, but I did experience a SMIDGE of damage to my finish here and there, so I'll drop to a lower tack tape next time. Once everything was assembled, I glued it all to another piece of red paper, squared it up to fit the frame, pressed it overnight, glued it to a piece of foam board, then pressed again.

And then I framed it! This was delightful, and I'm in love with the way the smallest circles pop. And I finally figured out that the trick to photographing these things lying flat is to turn OFF the overhead walls, lmao. I'm extremely pleased with how this came out and looking forward to future projects! This one is so striking, I really look forward to finding more ways to continue escalating, ahahaha

#crafts #straw marquetry #videos

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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DESERVE IT - PART THIRTEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: some insight on your relationship with Javi, where everything is going perfectly, until his secret with Los Pepes is out

Warnings: fluff, but the like the level of fluff is too much it will probably make you OD on fluff, smut (nipple play, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie), a little bit of dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy talk, a little bit of angst

A/N: besties... Where do I start? I don't even know, I've been writing this chapter for two days and it's made me feel so many things, I was so emotional and so into it, like i felt i was buried deep in the story because more than once I ended up writing my own name when I was talking about reader lmao, this has happened so many times during this story... Anyway, I'll continue my considerations on my second author's note at the end of this chapter so there won't be any spoilers, I just hope you guys enjoy this huge dose of domestic!Javi as much as I did 🩷

• PART ONE TO TWELVE ON MY MASTERLIST

6.3k words (I got carried away, sorry)

You felt yourself waking up slowly at the same time you tried focusing back into your sleep. You didn't want to wake up just yet, the blankets over your body felt so comfortably warm, the mattress underneath giving you the complete relaxation you craved as you buried your face in the pillow and tried returning to the dream you were having.

You didn't remember much about it, but you did remember you were in a big house, you didn't know where exactly, but at the same time everything seemed familiar.

You walked through the hallways of it, taking in all the details that were so different and yet so known to you, picture frames on the wall, that passed by as a blur though you had the feeling you'd seen them many times.

You followed your instincts, going down the hallway and finding the kitchen, immediately a small little girl rushed to you, hugging you as tight as she could and giggled "mommy!!!!" she squealed happily and pointed at the counter, where Javi was standing, placing the dough inside the small, star-shaped baking pans "daddy and I are making cookies!!!" The little girl you quickly learned was none other than your daughter informed you with the happiest smile on earth.

Javi smiled too, leaving the cookies on the counter and walked to you, kissing your lips gently and caressing your stomach, that much to your surprise was round with a baby bump "we missed you and our big boy too" he told you and held your hand, taking it to his mouth and pecking it as well, just as you could see a wedding band around your finger.

Your heart raced and you thought air was lacking from your lungs when you immediately got up and looked around, rubbing your eyes and looking for any traces of the scenario you were just experiencing.

You gasped as it had been such a real dream, but now that you realized you were finally awake, you could tell the images were already fading. Suddenly, the house didn't seem so familiar anymore, you didn't remember any longer what shape the cookies were, and the little girl's face was nothing but a fog, and god, it hurt because she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Your heart clenched at the realization she was just a product of your memory and you would never see her again. It was so upsetting to realize that and you wished you had the ability to draw, at least you could maybe try to get a picture of her pretty face. You were clueless to why that particular dream made such an impact on you, distractedly thinking of it as you jumped startled when you felt a hand brushing against your hair.

"You okay cariño?" Javi asked you, staring into your eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched as you looked at him with the confused fog of sleep. You then nodded, smiling gently at him

"Yeah, I just had a weird dream, that's all…" you bit your lips and ran your hand through your messy hair before wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tight. You took a deep breath, inhaling Javi's post shaving cream's scent and closing your eyes at how warm he was against you. It always soothed you to have him so close to you.

Javi on the other hand didn't actually get why you were clinging so tight to him, you were whimpering in your sleep and he worried you were having nightmares about him. He knew how much you've been worrying about him and his connection with Los Pepes now that Pablo's situation was getting unbearable and he felt both guilty and concerned that he was putting you under unnecessary stress.

"It's okay princesa, I'm here… your breakfast is ready" he whispered to you and kissed your neck gently. He smiled at you, loving your sleepy face and cupping your cheek, you laughed softly

"You know what? I was just having a dream about a very domestic Javier Peña and now I wake up to you making me breakfast?" You raised your eyebrow and got off bed, stretching your body and not bothering getting dressed at all.

The way you moved your naked body caught Javier's attention immediately and whatever thought he might have had in his mind just disappeared and everything went blank. He didn't have any other reaction but get up and follow you, his hand on your hips as he tried pulling you to him,

"Don't be a bitch, mi amor, I always make you breakfast" he purred, kissing your shoulder but groaned as you got into the bathroom and locked the door. He sighed and went back to the kitchen table, knowing you would only return after your shower and much to his disappointment, fully clothed.

He poured himself a cup of coffee as he thought of the morning routine the two of you established. You had been officially dating for a little over a month now, after nearly a year of playing a cat and mouse game and Javi would be lying if he said that was the happiest he'd ever been. He just loved to have someone to come back home to, someone he could actually talk to, be affectionate with, someone who understood him and didn't demand things he couldn't give. It was different this time, all the times he'd been in a relationship he was often frustrated, or uncomfortable or feeling suffocated, but now? Javier Peña was a house cat who loved waking up early to make his girlfriend pancakes even if he pretended the pancakes were for him.

He just loved waking up to you all tangled around him, your smell on his sheets, his pillows, your hair all over his face, he didn't care. He liked waking up next to you, he liked seeing you smile at your breakfast plate ready for you, he liked how great you smelled after coming out of your shower, if there was something he didn't like, however, was how you teased him every single morning by leaving bed naked and walking past him, knowing how much he wanted to touch you, but then, you would leave your morning shower and sit right on his lap, and that could lead to many other things.

Even if the two of you would arrive late at work almost on a daily basis, it was still worthy. You hadn't actually announced your relationship to anyone, but people figured it out eventually, the first ones being obviously Connie and Murphy, and you actually liked it, especially after you and Connie started hanging out more when the boys were out at work, and that led the four of you to some double date nights, and it was nice. You liked that coziness of the situation, how the four of you could act like friends and forget about work while sharing a nice meal and some drinks.

And of course, that bitch you called Colleen walked on you and Javi making out during your lunch break and made it public to everyone else. At that point, Pablo Escobar himself probably knew you were banging each other.

What he didn't know - and no one, really did it - was that you and Javi weren't just banging. You were dating, for real, because you two were in love, you were in love for real but it was actually best no one cared for these details, it was none of their business at all, it was the part of your relationship that was only about you and Javi and you two were happy like that.

You finally exited the bathroom, only one of Javi's work shirts over your body. You loved how he eye fucked you whenever you wore any of his clothes.

You pretended you hadn't noticed it and walked to him, ignoring your own chair and sat on his lap

"Buenos días, agent Peña" you said and watched his frown. He wasn't agent Peña to you, he was Javi, your Javi. You pecked his lips and quickly sat straight, pulling your plate of pancakes and dug into it with a big bite.

Javi wasn't a great cook, in fact, he was terrible, but there was something about his morning pancakes you just loved. Nothing tasted better to you than them, just to think he made them for you, it was enough to make you drool for it.

His arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he sighed "do we really have to go to Murphy's tonight?" He mumbled and nuzzled your neck, making you squirm softly at the sudden shiver

"Yes Javi, I already told Connie we're going, besides, it's lasagna night and you know no one makes that better than I do…" you said and tilted your head to the side, so he could have better access to your neck.

You closed your eyes as his mustache tickled your skin, before his lips got closer and you whimper. Your hand went for the side of his head, fingers tangling into his hair as you pressed him against you a little more.

"Why? You don't wanna go?" You asked feeling suddenly so bothered to be still and moved your hips unconsciously. You felt him shrug against you

"I just wanted to stay with you tonight… but fine" he said in a low voice and then frowned "I can't fucking believe you took the shirt I was going to wear to work today! I gotta see Messina" he said though he felt a pit of guilt at that last part. It was a lie, he wasn't seeing Messina, he was going to see Judy, the head of Los Pepes, but he often hid that from you. He knew it made you anxious and worried, and he didn't want to ruin another day for you. Besides, he was sure nothing bad would happen, he would go over her place, listen to that bitch's claims and return to the office as if nothing had happened.

You chuckled and shrugged "well, your shirt was lying there, and you are shirtless now… I figured if you wanted to wear it, you should have claimed it first" you laughed.

His mind snapped back from the concern about his later meeting and smirked, you were such a little tease.

"Ay princesa, eres tan dulce…" he said as his hands went up and unbuttoned the shirt, one by one, opening them slowly and letting your breasts spill out of it "... Pero también eres mi puta" he whispered against your skin and quickly massaged your breasts. His fingers toyed with your nipples, pinching them gently as his big hand ran it's way down your stomach, obviously finding you completely bare.

"Fuck, Y/N… you didn't even bother putting on clothes… are you trying to kill me? Or is it just your way to beg me to fuck you, cariño? Uh? You like to be such a filthy slut for me, don't you? You like when people call you Javi's puta, don't you?" He whispered into your ear while you only whimpered.

His right hand found your warmth between your legs, cupping it softly, feeling as you parted your legs with no resistance so he could touch you. His left hand ran up again, wrapping around your neck, holding you in a firm grip

"Come on, use your words, I asked you a question.."

"Yes…" you whimpered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I like when people call me your puta, Javi…"

He only groaned into your ear, at the same time his hand sank deeper towards your core, being welcomed by your slippery slit, always so sinfully wet for him. Javi's long fingers parted your lips, the wetness already coating their tips as he moved them up and down, finding your clit and applying pressure to it. He could feel how your ass rubbed against his crotch, his shirt being barely able to cover it for you. His rough jeans burning softly, in a tempting torture, your body responding to his immediately, his touches always descending you to madness at how well he knew you, how well he could manipulate your pleasure. There was never a lover like Javier in your life, and there would be another one. Good thing you didn't plan on leaving him, because if you ever did, you knew you were doomed.

You threw your head back at the same time his fingers went further into your pussy hole, you gushed over his hand, feeling the pleasure build up, he could play you like a fucking doll, no wonder he called you muñequita, you were completely his to be played with and you loved it.

He removed his fingers off you, the disappointed whimper that came out of your lips was a lot louder than you intended, which made him chuckle.

His left hand went for your chin, holding it in place as you obediently opened your mouth to welcome his coated fingers. You sucked on them, licking them clean and watched as Javi finished unbuttoning the shirt, finally revealing your entire naked body "here's what we're gonna do, cariño, you'll be a good girl for me, got it? You'll lift your hips and you'll sit down on me nice and slowly, eating your breakfast while I'm shoved balls deep inside of you, got it amor? You know you can do it, mariposa…" he teased, helping you lift yourself up, waiting as Javi opened his jeans and freed his hard cock. Then, he helped you lower yourself on him, moaning at how your slippery walls clenched around his girth. You, on the other hand, called his name, every time he got inside of you, felt like the first time. You were so drunk in his cock, but it was more than that, you were drunk in love and you couldn't even hide.

You tried moving your hips, but his hands held you in place, not allowing you to make any moves. He meant it when he said you would have your breakfast while he was buried deep inside of you, however, you couldn't bring yourself to actually eat anything, not when you had that aching need of being touched, of bouncing up and down onto his cock, it was too much for you. You asked Javier for mercy, tried to explain how much you needed him, and though he tried not showing how his cock twitched each time you purposely clenched your cunt around him, he wanted you to be a good little puta for him.

Javi handed you some fruit he kept on the table though they were never eaten in the morning, but it didn't matter. He got some grapes, taking one to your mouth, your clit twitched at the same time he gently rubbed it against your lips, before finally allowing you to chew on the sweet grape. Repeating the steps with the remaining others he had in hands.

And only when you were finished with them, Javi's palms went for your hips, gripping them and helping you to move. Now, he was tired of waiting, he was twitching inside of you and he helped you up and down faster and faster, only stopping when you had come for him and he finally spilled his thick load deep inside of you.

You relaxed your back against his chest, feeling tired but happy, also very thankful to remember it was your day off. You had plans of maybe cleaning up the apartment a little bit, as you often spent more time at his place than yours, but after he rocked your little world during the most important meal of the day, you figured it wouldn't hurt to maybe go back to bed and take a quick nap. You just wished you could drag him back with you, you hated to have to say goodbye in the morning like that. Not when you wanted to rest your body against your boyfriend's and fall asleep in his arms.

"You're amazing, princesa" Javi praised you and once more sank his face into the crook of your neck. You still had him inside of you, though you could feel him softening. Javier inhaled your scent again, he never got enough of how good you smelled and if it were up to him, he would spend the rest of his day… no, the rest of his days like that.

And after that feverish, erotic need for each other, he was back to being your sweet Javi. This was another thing you loved about your relationship: the hunger you had for each other wasn't just sexual, though it represented a big part of it, the hunger you felt was physical, emotional and sentimental.

You smiled and turned your head to him, kissing his lips, your heart was nothing but a puddle of love at that moment.

Javi's hands went for your shoulders, sliding down the shirt off your body and helping you get up. As much as he hated it, it was time to go to work, so he had to face his morning torture, which was leave the safehouse you had built together and go outside and face reality. It just didn't feel worse because he knew that at the end of the day, you would be there, waiting for him.

You went to the bedroom and returned fully dressed, this time wearing your own clothes and smiled as he put on the shirt that just a few minutes before was still on your body. Javi could even pretend to be impatient about you stealing his clothes, but the moment he put his shirt on and saw it smelled just like you, he smiled. It was one good thing to get him through the day.

You walked Javi to the door and kissed his lips goodbye, reminding him you loved him and couldn't wait until he was safely back home.

You got under the blankets and sighed happily, thinking of your life and how good things were at that moment. A part of you was still skeptical, not believing things would work out for you and Javi, you sometimes worried he would grow tired of you, maybe he would fall into old habits, the temptation of having to get information from the women he often did, but you immediately shook these thoughts off and reminded yourself that wouldn't happen, because you trusted him, you showed him he was worth of love, he was worth of having a life with, that he was a good man, who deserved a partner to support and love him no matter what, and that man, in return, was at your feet. Connie's words, not yours.

But you felt it, you felt Javi cared about you, you felt he cherished you, he longed for you, you just felt he loved you, and that always made your heart flutter. You were lucky to have each other, no one believed Javier could have a connection with someone like he did with you, maybe, at some point after meeting him, you wouldn't have believed it either, but there you were, being his, just as he was yours.

You took his pillow and sniffed it, loving his to sink deep into his scent and smiled, you thought of the weird dream you had had, recognizing the elements of it, as everyday things you talked about. The place you were was clearly the ranch he lately had been telling you so much about. It was the place he was born and grew up, owned by his dad and some day in the future, it would be his. As far as Javier had told you, his dad didn't have a lot of money, but life was good in the ranch, and after he retired from the DEA, he would be able to provide you in case you didn't want to get a job.

You had jokingly discussed that, like you always did, like the very first time he suggested moving into the ranch and leaving Colombia behind. You sensed there was some truth to his words, but you didn't want to read too much into it, these were huge plans, and you were still pretty recent, even if you were so drunk in love.

He had talked about baby Peña a couple of times too, both times you two ended up laughing, as it was clearly just some amusing daydream, some inside joke that was part of your make-believe future together.

The only time this joke got a little out of hand was about after a month you two made it official and you had to leave your desk several times during the morning to throw up. You just couldn't keep anything inside, and during your lunch break, when you were sat at Javi's desk, sipping some water, looking pale and sweaty, Steve chuckled at the two of you "seems like baby Peña is on its way" he said and made both you and Javier stare at each other in shock and annoyance. You were nearly passing away out of dehydration and he was insinuating you were pregnant. Neither you or Javi said anything, but you could tell the nervousness in his actions. It hadn't even crossed your mind, and probably it hadn't crossed his either, you knew you weren't pregnant, it was just food poisoning, not your first in Colombia and definitely not your last one, but still, it felt like Murphy's comment threw some kind of tension towards the two of you.

That night, after Javi got tired of hearing you throw up to the tenth time, he drove you to the hospital, hating to see you sick. He had to wait by the reception and when you exited the doctor's office with a prescription, he raised his eyebrow.

"So… baby Peña?"

"Baby Peña happens to be last night's fish you insisted on having for lunch" you told him, showing him the prescription to the few meds the doctor recommended you.

The two of you laughed together, deep inside, you knew a baby wasn't exactly a possibility. Well, technically, it was. You were on birth control, but contraception could fail like anything else in the world, but at that moment it just felt like it wasn't a possibility, you two weren't there yet, you hadn't even discussed the possibility of getting there, but it didn't matter anymore, it had just been a misunderstanding.

Javier stared into your eyes for a while, he opened his mouth ready to say something, but he quickly changed his mind. He wanted to have said he would be by your side if you were actually pregnant, he wanted to have told you he would take care of you and your baby, but instead, he just rolled his eyes

"Steve's really a dick"

So that was why your dream puzzled you, even if the baby talk was present in your life, a baby was just a blurry idea, but seeing an actual child, a little girl and feeling her wrapping her little arms around you and calling you mommy, brought a warmth to your heart you just couldn't explain. It felt so honest, so beautiful and so pure. You figured it wouldn't hurt to just dream of it, no one needed to know about it, not even Javi, not now, it wasn't the right time.

You shot your eyes open when you were hit by the sudden realization of where you'd seen the pictures that appeared in your dream. If you remembered correctly, they were scattered on the walls of the hallway you walked through and you knew you had seen them before. They were all pictures of Javier's family. You knew he kept them in a box somewhere in his wardrobe, you'd seen them briefly when he was looking for some extra ammo for his gun but couldn't find exactly where they were. He didn't exactly show you the pictures but he didn't hide them either and a suffocating feeling of curiosity began growing in your chest. What if you got the box and watched the pictures? He wouldn't get upset, would he? Well, for starters, you didn't even need to tell him you went snooping through his stuff.

Sure, they were personal stuff and you would probably be upset if he did the same to you, but it was not like you were trying to find something to frame on him, or steal anything, you wanted to take a look at the pictures and that was all. After all, it was just a weird coincidence they happened to randomly appear in your dream.

You decided to just go for it, it wouldn't be too big of a deal, you would leave everything organized afterwards so if Javi needed to check anything there, he wouldn't even notice.

You got off bed, folding the blankets and leaving everything organized, just like you and your boyfriend liked it.

Boyfriend.

It still made you chuckle at times.

You didn't take much longer to find the box Javi kept his personal things, it was just in the bottom of the wardrobe, under a couple of folded bedspreads Javier had but usually never used. It wasn't a big box, but it was heavy and you would be lying if you said you weren't excited and curious to dig into Javier's memory box. Sitting comfortably on the floor, you crossed your legs and removed the lid, taking a peek inside and saw the many pictures you recognized from your dream.

You carefully took them and watched them, taking your time as you were so entertained by it. There were pictures of his father at his young age, his mom, whom he never spoke a lot about, but when he did, it was always with so much love and admiration. She was truly beautiful and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javier had taken his mother's eyes.

A picture of them on their wedding day, another one where his dad had his hand around his wife's pregnant bump. And the next picture made you squeal out loud, you gushed and couldn't help but acting like a silly little girl when you saw a picture of baby Javier Peña. It was the original, naked bum, baby Peña! You thought you would die of love at the picture of Javi as a baby, he was so adorable and yes, he's always had the stray puppy's eyes. You were loving each passing second of that activity. You went through all the pictures of Javier's childhood, he was such a cute boy, his hair was a lot lighter back then, and his smile was always bright, funny to think he would become a grumpy DEA agent just a few decades later.

You saw some other pictures of his extended family and another one of his group of friends. You could tell it was his friend group from highschool, mostly because he had his arm wrapped around the waist of a blond beauty. You rolled your eyes at the realization it was Lorraine, probably from the time they still dated. You knew it was kind of stupid, but you still felt a sting of jealousy. You hadn't even met her, and if you did, you would probably sympathize with her, you two had been through very similar things in life and Javier had broken her heart in a horrible way. Even if he had apologized to her, after all the years, it was still a real bad situation. If you ever met her, chances were she would hate him for having Javier and not the other way around. Besides, Javi had left her at the altar, if he ever regretted breaking things up, he could have gone after her, but he didn't, he was with you, he just kept a picture of his friends, it wasn't like he kept a picture of his ex and himself.

You felt a little shy for being jealous for a moment as you put the photographs back in place when your hand accidentally hit a smaller box. You frowned curiously and took it realizing it was a jewelry box. You opened it and found a beautiful ring inside, the one you immediately recognized it as his mother's ring.

You knew he had inherited the ring so one day he would give it to the woman he loved and had plans to spend his life with. No wonder Lorraine got the ring when they got engaged, you remembered when Javi had a few drinks one night and told you between laughter she got so pissed off she refused to return him his mother's ring, and the only reason they managed to recover it was because Chucho had to personally go to her house and have an honest chat with her dad, who then, made her return the ring.

You didn't know Chucho trusted his son with the ring again and you didn't know he had brought it to Colombia.

Then suddenly, a thought occurred to you. Would you ever get his mother's ring?

You didn't know, but it was time you stopped snooping around his things, so you took one last time at the beautiful golden band, adorned with a gorgeou red gem. It was simple, but so heartfelt. You smiled at yourself and placed everything back into place.

•••

"Fuck this, I'm out!" Javier said angrily as he stared at Judy's cynical face. He was done working with those people, they were as bad as Pablo Escobar. They were a cartel, who brought as many problems as Escobar did, just because their power wasn't as extent as their common enemy, they were still criminals. They were a cartel, they produced, sold and profited from drugs, they killed people everyday, good and bad people and they only acted upon Pablo, because they wanted to take his place in the drug cartel chain. When you use a plague to exterminate another one, it doesn't mean they aren't plagues anymore.

Judy on the other hand just laughed as she nodded at her sicario, who immediately grabbed Javier and shoved it against the couch

"I think it's too late for that, what would people say if they knew a DEA agent had an agreement with Los Pepes? Do you think the american press would be pleased?" She asked calmly taking a sip of her drink and watching as Javier stared at her.

"Besides, we know you have a girlfriend, you make a cute couple, I'm sure you as an agent would do whatever it takes you to protect her, wouldn't you? Of course, Los Pepes would never do anything to her, but we can't assure Pablo's sicarios wouldn't… you know what I mean, Mr.Peña?"

Javi went pale at the mention of you, which didn't go unnoticed by Judy who chuckled and shook her head "I'm just joking, agent Peña, you know how family is important to me, and I would never risk anyone who matters to my alleys… as long as they remain my alleys" she said.

Javier understood it perfectly and calmed down, nodding at her as they continued their meeting. He wanted to grab his gun and shoot her in the face, he figured he would be able to take down the men in the room but then, it would only take the men who stood outside maybe thirty second or less before they could burst in and shoot him to death.

It wasn't worthy, he wanted to go home at night, he wanted to go home to you. He wanted to leave that place, go back home, find you and forget about the world, about everything else. He wanted to keep you safe, he wanted to hop on a plane with you, take you to Laredo and initiate his retiring plan, but he couldn't. He was too deep in it and could only hope Judy kept her mouth shut until they captured Escobar and Javi could find something else to do with his life.

He was just worn out, stress pouring through every single pore of his body and he just needed to get home to you, he needed you. Javi knew that was probably not healthy, not once in his life he had such a deep need for a woman, but he wasn't in the mood to fight that off. He groaned as he remembered you would have dinner at Steve's, checking his watch and seeing you were probably there yet, but at least that'd give him time to shower, cool down and try to get Judy and her threats out of his mind.

He walked into his building and distractedly looked for his keys in his jacket pocket. He knew they had to be there, but for whatever reason he was taking long to find them, he didn't see when Steve approached him and only felt when the other agent shoved him against the wall. Javier frowned pissed off and his first reaction was to fight back, even if it was his friend, he didn't hesitate before backhanding Steve just as hard "what the fuck man?" He groaned at the other agent.

"I should be the one asking you, Javi. What the actual fuck? You had a meeting with Judy Moncada?"

Steve saw the way Javi widened his eyes at his words and couldn't help but laugh at how stupid he looked

"You really thought you would be working with Los Pepes and no one would find out? You thought I wouldn't find out?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and waited for Javier to get his key, so they could talk inside.

Steve sat through the whole explanation Javier gave him. It didn't matter if it made sense or if he seemed to be right at some level, he didn't agree with that. They'd been discussing the actions of the death squad through their latest meetings with the CIA and some people insisted the problem was getting bigger and bigger. He could tell Javi was in deep shit, the kind of shit he couldn't just break free, because if Los Pepes didn't try to kill him and that was a long shot, he would certainly face legal actions from the US government.

"What about Y/N? Does she know?" Steve asked and couldn't help but feel disappointed as his partner nodded, confirming the information "I bet she's fucking proud of you, Peña" he groaned, but Javier immediately frowned.

"You can bet your ass she's prouder of me than Connie is of you, at least Y/N doesn't run away when shit gets worse" he spat completely in the defensive and though Murphy's blood boiled, he knew it was a stupid idea to bring the misses into the fight. Both you and Connie were not to blame if both of them were a mess.

"You know, the girls are upstairs now, they're probably laughing as they share a bottle of wine and talking about our dicks or the fact we are both morons…" Steve said "just let's have dinner with them and pretend nothing happened and we deal with that in the morning" Steve sighed and stared at his partner until Javier nodded in agreement.

When you saw Steve entering the apartment alone, you frowned softly "where's Javi?" You tilted your head, curious to know why he wasn't there yet, and not hiding how eager you were to see him.

"He's showering, he should be here soon" he simply said and pecked Connie's lips.

You could tell something was bothering Murphy, but you didn't actually think it was your place to worry about that at all. Instead, you finished assembling the final layers of the lasagna before putting it in the oven.

Another ten minutes passed, before Javi finally walked through the door. He had just got off shower, you could tell by the way his hair was still humid. He glanced at Steve with certain anger, and you were sure something went on between them, bur before you could actually worry about it, Javier's arms immediately snaked around your waist, he placed a kiss to your neck, as you had your back to him, while you washed some dishes in the sink.

"I missed you princesa" he whispered against your ear and made your heart turn into a puddle of love. You had been away from him less than twenty four hours and yet, it felt too long.

You turned around and smiled big, the same smile that made Javier's poor heart skip a beat. Kissing him immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck. If it were up to you, you would have just ditched dinner and went back to your place, or his place, or even his Jeep, you didn't care, so you could be just the two of you together.

But Olivia's soft tugs on your pants made you break the kiss. You looked down at her and chuckled as she extended her little arms to you so you gladly picked her up, nuzzling her cheek and making her giggle. She looked at Javier curiously and gripped his hand tight.

"See princess? That's uncle Javi!! Do you like him? He's handsome isn't he?" You cooed at her, who gave you both a sweet smile and continued holding his hand with her tiny one.

At that moment, nothing in the world disturbed Javier, no cartels, no violence, no uncertain future in your job due to his poor decisions, because all he could think of when he saw you holding that little princess in your arms, was the only thing he was sure, the only thing he was proud of and the only part of the future he knew it was certain: his future with you and the family you two you build together.

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A/N: okay besties, so I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter because I honestly loved it! It was one of the chapters it felt like I was under a spell, everything was just flowing and I was so into the story, like my heart was melting and beating so fast just to imagine the scenes, it was like I could watch them before my eyes, I don't know how to explain but it felt special to me. I was also really dying for some domestic javi but i wasn't sure I was going to be able to write it, and then suddenly it all came to me. I just love how in love Javi is with reader, it soothes my heart. I like to see the strong bond they have and i just wish javier peña was real 😭 also, smut wasn't planned for this part at all, but it just felt so right, so erotic and so beautiful I had to add it to the story. I hope you all liked it and pls let me know what you besties think 🩷 💬

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dilucsfav · 2 years ago

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saw ur masturbation headcanons and was sad as hell that there wasnt itto included :c pls write for itto too!

OH NO OH NO IM SORRY ITTO MY LOVE

ofc i'll do itto!! i havent done general hcs w itto, so that'll be what this kinda is!! except the nsfw will be your request bc we can forget about our grand arataki itto <3

Itto hcs and scenarios!!

warning(s): nsfw!!

favorite places to kiss you are your wrists, ears, thighs, and omg your back idk he would absolutely kiss your shoulders down your spine and AHDJKkjasjfkaw

^^ after youve had a long day or just need to relax in general, he'd totally totally give you a massage and trace his kisses all over your back in doing so

^^^^ ORRR OR when you two are taking a bubble bath together, youre laying in between his legs and leaning against him, his fingers tracing your back and running the bubble suds down your body... god god and he just will occasionally kiss spots on your back and UGDGSHd

he is so perfect. protect baby at all costs <3

HE'D PAINT UR NAILS AND YOU'D PAINT HIS

this ones random but but when he cooks for you he would totally wear the dumbass "kiss the cook" apron EXCEPT it would say "kiss the oni" and he'd make you kiss him LDAMSKDK

when you hang out with him and his arataki gang, yall would just all do dumb shit together and god it would be so so much fun i wanna hang out with the arataki gang too

^^^ FUCKKCSDSJ HE'D BE SO MEAN AND FUNNY AND TOUGH WITH YOU AND HE'D DO WRESTLING MATCHES WITH YOU AND THE GANG WOULD CHEER YOU ON he'd feel so betrayed by his friends cuz they want him to lose sobs

i can imagine him constantly taking you to inazuma in late nights to take you on ramen dates. ahh itto baby❤️❤️

HE SNORES SO DAMN LOUD LMAO he could wake up a whole damn castle with his loud ass snoring

this is so random but he'd totally play dress-up and run around with the kids in inazuma for their and your entertainment (thats canon bc i said so)

with aratki duties comes not-so fun times,,, when he gets hurt, youre usually the one to tend to his wounds

^^ CAN U IMAGINE THIS MEAL OF A MAN GAZING AT YOU LOVINGLY AS YOU STICH UP HIS WOUNDS?? A SIDE SMIRK CUZ HE THINKS YOURE BEAUTIFUL AND APPRECIATES YOUR GENTLENESS WITH HIM, WHILST YOURE CHIDING HIM AND TELLING HIM TO BE MORE CAREFUL

"You're dazzling, (Y/N). Did you know that, lovely?"

this is kinda gross,, but you'd always find nasty shit in his hair (bugs, dirt, etc) 😭

^^ then you proceed to yell at him for being gross and helping clean him up constantly

he adores you so much oh my god

i feel like itto would yell at you a lot, but like playfully yk? he knows when and when not to raise his voice jokingly depending on the situation

he'd constantly bring you brownies ?? LMAO LIKE ODDLY SPECIFIC DESSERT, I COULD JUST SEE HIM BRINGING YOU EITHER BROWNIES (fudge brownies only, they are superior) OR RAW COOKIE DOUGH😭

nsfw:

i always see people saying like "oh kazuha could break the bed" or "oh childe would totally break the bed" and i kindly disagree,,,, CUZ ITTO?? TOTALLY WOULD???

one of the fucking bed legs on the frame would just snap and homeboy would just stop and laugh about it with you (and then do absolutely nothing about it and continue)

as i said in the ceo itto hcs, there's a good balance of rough sex, gentle, etc etc

its never fucking vanilla sex though...

^^kinky, hot, sweaty...... good god im going straight to hell for writing this

he'd throw your legs on his shoulders and would just go absolutely mad on your-

sorry. god hes so hes so so so

SUCH A WHINER WTF

when he masturbates and thinks of you stop stop he’d be so rough on himself and would just wish you were there to help him

HES SO DAMN LOUD- gorou could probably hear him masturbating from a fucking mile away😭 AND HES PROBABLY YELLING UR NAME TOO SO GOROU WOULD JUST FREAK OUT AND GET SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE LMFAO

hes ABSOLUTELY into face sitting. he loves it so much, he could let you sit on his face for hours if you wanted tbh (me next pls)

this is random, but i think in a way he'd kinda be into roleplaying?? but like within that when he's more dominant he'd wanna see you with a blindfold on.

^^ i think he just finds pleasure in your expression, knowing that youre not sure what hes gonna do next? and you'd find thrill in the unknown cuz itto is so random so you wouldnt know what to prepare yourself for? you know what i mean? hes so baby girl

"Oh? You like it when I run my fingers right there, hm? Tell me."

oh my god when you two are in the moment he'd have one hand gripping your hip, and the other would be in your hair jerking it everytime he goes in,,, FJIAHFJKASBFUKASHFIK

sorry.

hes so kinky help- i couldnt say like his FAVORITE thing but i think ONE of his favorite things to do to you would be choking

yall yall hes such a heavy breather and grunter its so hot

i think afterwards hes such a big baby. loves sleeping with his face nuzzled in your chest, ear against your chest to feel your heartbeats bc it relaxes him so much

ITTO<333333

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin itto #arataki itto #itto headcanons #itto x reader #itto fluff #itto x y/n #itto smut #itto x gender neutral reader #genshin imagines

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ashe-stxr · 1 month ago

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RIDDLEBIRD VN CGS 2/16

Oswald watches Edward's face, just a few inches away from him, so focused on twisting the ornate fabric into a perfect knot.

He looks so... beautiful.

i keep forgetting to post this that in the time it took me to remember, i already finished another cg and started another one 😭

this is the first of three sets of cgs that have alternate versions depending on what tie you choose to wear !! the decision of what tie oswald wears changes nothing in the story outside of a brief mention in this scene, it quite literally only changes the sprite and cgs. i still dont know why i went through with it after the effort it took to do, the whole reason i did this was because of a throwaway line in canon,,

you'd think this set would take less time then the first one, considering i actually traced alot of it since its from the same angle. however, that was not the case, solely for the fact that i decided to draw every step of ed tying the tie. obviously you dont see it here, because its just one frame, but trust me, i did it and hated everything about it. never again.

ive read so many nygmobblepot fics that include a scene calling out the... unexpected intimacy that comes from ed helping oswald get ready in s3 ep7 that i just had to do my own take. in fact, so many scenes in the confession route are just me being inspired by other season 3 fics ive read that i wouldnt even be able to trace back all of my inspirations if i tried,, i specifically banned myself from reading fics while writing chapter 1 for this specific reason, only to awkwardly realize all of the ideas i subconsciously got from other fics when i went to reread all of my favorite s3 fics after i was done 😭 whoops...

can you tell i love fanfics that are set in early season 3? lmao

#nygmobblepot #riddlebird #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #edward nygma #the riddler #gotham #gotham 2014 #riddlebird vn

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years ago

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Aaaah I was gone for a minute and there are just so many Ozzie's to choose from, I cannot decide but I'm so happy at the same time 😭 So... Different Penguins being insecure about being plus-sized and reader kissing their insecurities away? There is just more to love and love handles are EVERYTHING they deserve to be appreciated too 🥺 If they are too many, please choose whichever you feel like writing for the most! No pressure at all! Love youuu <3

- Timid Anon 🐁

A/N: asdfggh this is so damn sweet and pure I had to wipe my eyes a couple times. Honestly, just about every pengy could fit into this (except for TellTale…asdfggh so I'm gonna skip him, and I think I'm gonna skip TNBA as well, I just felt like the scenarios were getting pretty repetitive lmao, I hope y'all don't mind!)

Reader Comforting the Penguins’ Insecurities

Arkhamverse Penguin:

He hated mirrors. As much as he tried to just shrug them off. Alas, he did need them, for another strenuous activity…getting dressed.

He tried and tried to shove it down. His long pointed nose, receding hair, glass wedged in his eye…his belly slightly hanging out from his pants.

Oz growled in frustration. He thought he was over this shit.

"Ozzie?"

The man jumped for a second, knocking himself out of his self loathing reverie.

"Bloody hell, you scared me love!" He chuckled.

You giggled. "I didn't mean to startle you.." You walked over to the vanity he was sitting at on the other side of your bedroom.

You leaned against the drawers and looked down at Oz with a soft smile. "Is everything all right Ozzie?"

Oswald gave a meek side smile and nodded. "Yeah I'm all right, love."

Not believing him, you slowly came up and hugged him from behind. You softly kissed the back of his neck to his head and looked back at him through the mirror.

"You're so handsome, you know that?" You turned your head and kissed his cheek. "Come on, let's go to bed."

The compliment took him by surprise, it really shouldn't have but it did. He'll never get used to how well you can read him without even realizing it. Nor just how much your words spoke louder and meant more than any cruel words his mind or his past repeated back to him.

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

You were telling him a story, but he couldn't help but get lost in his reflection in a letter opener on his desk. Oswald's eyes traced the scar that disfigured his face.

Following that down to the real gut just below his chest.

Honestly, what did you see? He already knew this and he wanted to believe you but God…you deserved better.

"Oz? Ozzie?"

"Hm?"

"What's the matter?"

"Nah. It's nothing, sweetheart. Sorry I didn't mean to drift off…"

Little did he know, you noticed him glaring at his reflection on the blunt knife. You got up from your seat, you gently grabbed his hand and lowered the opener.

“You may be the best boss in Gotham, but you can’t fool me.” You framed the sides of his face with your hands. Oz chuckled, he really couldn’t fool you if he tried.

You leaned forward and gave him a kisses all along his scar as you gently caress the back of his head.

“You’ll always be the most handsomest man in Gotham too, especially to me, always. No matter what anyone says…even what you tell yourself!”

Oz couldn’t help but give you a small sideways smirk. He wrapped his arms around you so you were sitting in his lap, as he held you close.

He kissed your temple before he said, “I guess I can’t argue with you on that sweetheart.”

Gotham Penguin:

It took years for Oswald to learn to turn the jeers and cracks about his appearance into something empowering. Now, whenever people speak of the Penguin, it’s in a reverent tone, not someone to be taken lightly…

However there’s nothing to completely seize the nagging criticisms of one’s own self. Especially now, not only is he short in stature with a limp leg but a new plump stomach after a decade in Blackgate.

Whenever he hears people speaking about his appearance in a hushed tone, he’s quick to silence them with a stare that could kill, but he would be lying if he told himself it didn’t get under his skin.

You noticed at dinner he was particularly tense. His gloved hands clenching and un-clenching. You gulped a sip of your drink. This could be because of a number of things…Nygma, Gordon, this…bat person that’s recently been showing up…

“Oz…?”

He inhales and looks up to you giving you a tight smile, “yes, dear?”

“A penny for your thoughts?”

Oswald scoffed. “Oh, it’s nothing for you to worry about darling..”

“Oswald.” You got up from the other end of the dinner table and kneeled beside him.

His back straightened as you approached and spoke his full name. You stared longingly into his eyes, as if looking for the answers past his irises and into his mind.

“Okay, okay…I’m just…a bit annoyed of certain comments made about my…appearance.”

Your eyes widened, you didn’t expect that. You leaned up off your haunches, wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss.

“They could never measure up to the feats you’ve conquered and will conquer again. Let them say what they wish…they’re just pathetic low lives with no ambition than to be menaces.”

Oswald grabbed your hand and kissed the palm of it, as your other hand caressed his cheek.

“Besides,” you giggled. “You’ll always look handsome in my eyes, no matter what.”

Oz beamed proudly at that. You were right. Let them say what they wanted, with his wits and you by his side…he’ll be king again in no time.

BTAS Penguin:

Oswald thought surely with you by his side, these tiny materialistic frets that haunted him would subside. However, that wasn’t the case.

Oswald stared holes into his webbed hands. He glanced back up to the mirror to grimace at his pointed nose. Then he looked towards his rotund stomach that bumped into the table of the vanity.

Surely, you just pitied him. He’s gone so long without someone to love him…what makes him appealing now? What else could have drawn you to him other than feeling sorry for him.

You ran into the bedroom when you heard a loud crashing sound.

“Ozzie, are you-oh..what happened?”

Oswald sat at the vanity with his fist bleeding and shards of glass littered on the desk.

“Oh, um, uh…I-I-” Oz came out of hisl haze and witnessed the manifestation of his loathing. “-I-I don’t..”

You didn’t think twice as you ran out to grab the first aid kit in the bathroom and brought it back. You told him to hold still as you carefully removed some shards from his fist, before disinfecting and patching him up.

“Ozzie..what…”

“Why are you with me?”

You looked up at him and he had a solemn look on his face. He was serious, he was unsure.

“I-I love you, Oswald, that's why. You mean the world to-”

“But look at me!”

He sighed, exasperated.

You held his hands in yours, the hands you knew he was disgusted by. “I wouldn’t want anybody’s hands to hold mine. I wouldn’t want anyone else’s nose to kiss…” To validate that fact you gave the tip of his nose a sweet peck.

“I love you for you and who you are…”

Oswald gave you a small lopsided smile. “And I you, my dove…how foolish of me to think otherwise.”

You embraced him. “It’s okay, darling. I’ll always be here to remind you.”

One Bad Day Penguin:

He finally did it.

He got the Iceberg Lounge back.

So why, did he still feel so…hesitant…anxious.

Oswald looked himself over once more in his full length mirror. He straightened his hat again for probably the uptenth time.

Did…did he put on more weight since his absence? He did have to squeeze into this suit.

He jumped at the sound of his office door opening as it hit the wall.

“Oswald! Are you ready? Everyone’s waiting!” You were elated to have Oswald back and see him back where he belonged.

Yet, he didn’t look the same.

“I-uh-yeah…I’ll be out in a minute sweetness.”

You walked over behind him. You draped your arms across his chest and pulled him into an embrace.

“You okay, Ozzie?”

“I-yeah-I just…you know…image issues I guess. I don’t recall looking this rough…even when I lost everything.”

You smiled at him through the mirror. “You wanna know what I see?”

He chuckled. “Sure.”

“I see a man who stood up against all odds, not once, not twice, but throughout his entire life. And he did it all while throwing a name back into the faces of those that tried to drag him down with that same name.”

You gave him a peck on the cheek. “Not to mention doing it all while looking like the most ruggedly handsome man in Gotham.”

“You really think that of me, sweetness?”

“Of course, always have and always will. Now come on, your guests are waiting to welcome their beloved host back.”

You stepped away from him and held out your hand to him. Oswald looked up at you with newfound pride and confidently took your hand as you walked out of the office.

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

No matter how much Ozzie tried to talk himself into being an absolute catch…deep down he knew better.

He is a short, pudgy, penguin with bright spiky orange hair that was receding and sharp gremlin-like teeth. Oz wasn't any Bruce Wayne…just a…well…freak.

Most days he was able to not care, but everyone has their lows. The first thing that brings him down is his looks and just how little of a chance he actually had at the life he felt he deserved.

"Ozzie?!" You were shaking the man by the shoulder, trying to get his attention.

"Gah- W-what?" He asked, slightly disjointed from the present reality and the cold truth that plagued his mind constantly below the confident facade.

"Just wanted to let you know that supper is ready…are you okay?"

"Y-yeah.." he grumbled. "Just peachy.." Oz began waddling his way to the small dining table.

You looked down at him as he held his head low, a depressed look on his face. You immediately picked him up and had him properly face you.

"Hey! Hey! What's all this about? Lemme go!"

"Oswald…"

Oz immediately cringed when you used his full name and not the short nickname version.

"It's nothin…all right…just having a bad day is all…"

It all made sense, if it's not for Batman causing a bad day, it's usually his own insecurities. You gently lifted him up closer to your face. You gave him a kiss on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

"I'm sorry you're having a bad day, Ozzie…but know this, you're absolutely adorable to me…the most handsome man I know!" You rubbed your nose gently against his from side to side before placing him back on his feet.

Ozzie placed his hand on his nose and forehead. A small smile soon crept onto his face and turned into a grin. So what if he didn't look like that pretty boy Bruce Wayne, if you thought he was handsome that's all that mattered.

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

So much for aging with grace. Oswald doubted he had any to begin with. He was fairly certain his life had been hell since he spoke his first word.

Constantly through every waking moment, he was mocked, teased, bullied for something out of his control. What was the point of continuing to go through life as a decent person when all anyone ever saw you as was an…an animal. Unnatural. Horrendous.

The leering stares and hushed remarks got to him more than they usually did today. All he wanted was to come and see you, but he couldn’t catch a break it seemed.

Your wide bright smile did little to lift his spirits when you welcomed him into your home.

You could tell something was off, but you weren’t sure if you should press the matter or just try and make him forget about it.

“Oh! Oz you’re just in time! I was going to try out this new…”

He slumped on your catch, he stared into the floorboards as if studying the lines and cracks in it. Oz didn’t even notice you’ve stopped talking.

“Ozzie..”

“Oswald!”

Oz squawked in shock. “W-Wha-What?”

“What’s wrong, you seem…upset.” You went and sat next to him.

Oz shrugged. “It’s-It’s nothing…not anything I haven’t dealt with before.”

You hummed. “Perhaps…but you didn’t have me before…maybe I can help?” You offered a cute smile.

Oswald couldn’t help but mirror your sweet smile with one of his own. “It’s really nothing, my dear. It was just…a normal day of being…cruelly mocked by the public is all…”

He chuckled pathetically, “you’d think I would be used to it by now.”

“Oswald, nobody deserves to be harrassed like that! Especially about something beyond their control.”

You put your hands on his shoulders and squeezed them, reassuringly. “If someone has to beat you down to make themselves look bigger it’s because they think low of themselves. And if they wanna miss out on a dashing man like you, then that’s on them.”

You leaned in and gave him a loving kiss on his cheek.

Oswald relaxed instantly, smiling warmly back. He didn’t need any approval from anyone else, as long as he had you.

#ri writes #the penguin x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #arkhamverse penguin x reader #btas penguin x reader #tnba penguin x reader #farrell penguin x reader #reevesverse penguin x reader #one bad day penguin x reader #the batman (2004) penguin x reader #batman unlimited penguin x reader #gotham penguin x reader

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beyondtheglowingstars · 10 months ago

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you said to ask more so I'm back

biggest to smallest tittys

Gladly bby ;) Again, ordered from biggest to smallest in proportion to their body size:

Time Like I mentioned in the ass size post, he has crazy genetics and all the farm work only made him get bigger than he already was. Not to mention that he also has a pretty good frame. The world may never be ready to see his boobs unclothed.

Twi Do I even have to say why he's here? Forget the main comic, his big boobs are fucking canon, just look at his shirtless model glory ffs. There's detailed shading, you can see the depth of those honkers, they are actually modeled in and you can see the difference in elevation from his ribcage to his tits. (Boobs so hot they can fry an egg and somebody made a TP mod where you can play as shirtless Link https://youtu.be/0js1NO8Gtsg?si=HSjSsia9rT4o6J8s)

Sky His are fairly similar to Twi's, but a little smaller since I don't think he works out his chest nearly as often or nearly as intensely as Twi does. He's got a little bit of fat on him and that adds to their mass, and his boobs are a nice blend of firmness and softness and they are the bestest of pillows and also double as stress toys.

Four (I DID NOT PLAN HIS PLACEMENT I PROMISE) Something tells me he's constantly using his upper body one way or another pretty often back at home (no I'm not talking about blacksmithing, I really don't think it's possible to grow boobs from that anyway), and he's also pretty strong! iirc in 4 Swords Adventures each Link is able to pick up each other like it's nothing, for example, so he's gotta have something to show for his strength. Would probably be placed higher than Sky if Sky lost some of his softness.

Warriors He has boobs, alright? Just not as big as any of the previous, but they are there. Not much to say.

Legend Always thought that he's more on the lean side rather than yolked, in an ottermode type of way (I mean look at his game models or official art and tell me that he's buff) but he has decent tits. Nice to look at, could probably model if he wanted.

Wild He has some boobs but they're not that big, skinnier ottermode than Legend.

Hyrule This poor boy is even skinnier than Wild due to the circumstances back at his Hyrule (I imagine he gets to eat better once he joins the Chain tho). I think at this point it can be said that he barely has tits, but you can catch a faint trace of them if the lighting is right. Doesn't mean he's not strong though, muscle size ≠ strength all that much.

God I really spent some time making all of this lmao.

#linked universe #lu time #lu twilight #lu sky #lu four #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wild #lu hyrule #some answering #character headcanons

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prettylittledollswork · 2 years ago

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Pact Marks<3

summery: where the demon brothers pact marks are n how they would kiss it/why they would kiss it ig?? idk how to explain this help. i did this based off of their animals btw also i kept it simple

genre: fluff

tw: not proof read, i wrote this within a hour and right before bed + i posted it a day after so SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!! i would write indivual fanfics for this but i'm literally so sleepy rn

i didn't expect so many people wanting this?? also english isnt my first language, please be nice!! on some, i used their animals as ref cause i couldnt genuiely think of anything

Extra info - the pact mark swould be faint to the naked eye but to the owner of the pact marks, oh boy.. They see it clearer than day.

Lucifer - As the eldest and the avatar of delight, I feel like his pact mark would sit on the very top, the highest mark on your frame. Maybe a touch pattern of a peacock's feather on your forehead or a diamond shape much like his nested on your forehead. He would leave quick but warm kiss on it before you go to school or while your sleeping. Lucifer loves kissing you here because demons are tall, way taller than an average human. He doesn't have to bend over a lot and can just kiss you quickly and lovingly.

Mammon - For Mammon, there are multiple viable locations. The again of your hand or on your spine. The back of your hand would be a raven feather, it's darkish. But, on sunny days, it'd shine like gold. On your backbone, it would withal be a raven feather however the little strands of the feather are composed of sharp claws in case you appearance proximately. Mammon would kiss the back of your hand and hold it regularly as it just offers him a warm feeling while he's contacting his pact mark. He would kiss your spine to make you flustered, as an instance when you're showering together or your changing. The cool contact of his lips sends shivers down your spine.

Leviathan - His would be on your neck, a serpent. Like a choker but within the shape of a snake. It wraps around your neck consummately, the head nesting at the middle of your neck and the tail either exactly ceasing at its mouth or the top overlapping the tail. Leviathan adores it when you let him burrow his head in your neck and pepper short kisses as you spoon him.

Satan - Satans pact mark is 100% on your coller bones. You can not convince me in any other case. if you asked him, "whats your favored a part of me?" He'd say coller bones. His pact mark is long and simple nearly like whilst your looking at someone read a book and you see squiggly traces on that book. however, his pact mark has some vines coming out then and there. each hazard he gets, he's going to kiss your collarbones. He loves your coller bones for no apparent reason. (He's just weird like that btw)

Asmodeus - Either a womb tattoo or a tramp stamp. He would path kisses from the womb to your lips or kiss your the tramp stamp similar to Mammon, to tease you. Asmodeus will put his hand ontop of his percent mark to experience the warm temperature of it. With the mark to your womb, he'd lay his head there as you read a book or play some games on your DDD.

Beelzebub - I feel like it'd be near your lips or at the tip of your tongue. Additionally maybe to your arm. A tree connecting a number of your tastebuds with the branches to spreading out to either side, it is now not tiny however not honestly massive either. it's at the tip of your tongue, he loves kissing you and sucking your tongue. On your arm it's a tree too but larger than the one on your tongue and it has a little fly next to it.

Belphegor - i'm sorry but i have no idea about him LMAO i think his would be on your cheek or your chest. Where he can lazily kiss in his sleep or before his sleep.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me fluff #hear me out #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me luci x reader #obey me x reader #hear me now

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rhysiewrites · 2 years ago

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Fatal Attraction

Summary: Lawrence's latest captive escapes his binds. As Strade hovers above him, holding Lawrence's own garden shears in an iron grip, he can't seem to decide what he wants to do with him now.

Relationship: Lawrence Oleander/Strade

Word Count: 1.7k

Rating: Mature

A/N: i just wanted to write strade as the mc on lawrence's route lmao. hope its a decent read!

Read it on Ao3, if you prefer

Strade is above him.

It’s the first thing Lawrence registers when his eyes open.

Strade is out of the chair, and he’s above him.

His hair has fallen, framing his face as he looms over Lawrence, eyes wide and unblinking as he stares down at him. Red peeks at him from beneath the open button of Strade’s shirt, an uneven line traced by Lawrence’s finger, just above his collar bone. For just a moment, Lawrence is transfixed by the sight of him: raw, wild;

beautiful.

Strade looks so beautiful.

But he’s coming back to himself as the seconds tick by. Strade is out of the chair. Strade is in his bed. He shouldn’t be out of the chair. He shouldn’t be here, so close to Lawrence; straddling his hips and looking at him. Seeing him. He was supposed to listen. Not supposed to cause any trouble. Not be a problem.

Lawrence makes a move, attempting to sit up on his elbows. What he’s going to do, he doesn’t know; he doesn’t get far. Strade’s hand is planted firmly in the center of his chest, shoving him back down with a startling strength. “Don’t-,“ Strade growls down at him, sounding more animal than man for a moment. Lawrence’s heart flutters under his palm. He wonders if Strade can feel it. “-move. Stay right where you are. Or I don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Strade’s other arm shakes for a moment, and Lawrence follows it down, eyes tracing the curve of flesh, the slight jut of bone at the wrist, then lower to the palm; the fingers. White knuckles curled around what Lawrence recognizes as the handle of his own gardening shears.

Fear. It prickles, cold at the base of his neck, spilling down his back as Lawrence looks back up at Strade’s face. He’s still staring at him.

“I should kill you,” Strade says before Lawrence can get a word out. “I want to. I want to watch you bleed; hear you scream. I want to tear you apart-,”

It’s a threat. It should scare him, and it does, in a way. But the way Strade is looking at him now didn’t feel dangerous.

Maybe.

Lawrence really can’t be sure; can’t trust himself to think clearly about this, because it was Strade. Because Strade looked beautiful. He still did, even now.

“-wanted to since we met.”

Since they met.

Lawrence remembers it briefly.

The bar; his mandatory lunch break; too much noise. A man with bright eyes and a brighter smile pushing a drink into his hands, unperturbed by the way he’d huddled himself at a table in the corner, hood pulled up, staring at strangers for too long as they’d pass. An awkward introduction. A one-sided conversation. His heartbeat speeding up. Anxiety spiking.

Too close, too loud, too much.

Lawrence getting up from his seat abruptly to leave.

The alley.

Footsteps.

Panic.

It blurs after that. He’s confused; afraid. Only gets flashes of a manic grin, or hands coming at him in the dark. Clarity returns once he’s standing above Strade; nose bloodied, unconscious on the pavement.

“I really-,” Strade leans down; closer, too close. Lawrence is brought back to the present. He can feel the heat of Strade’s breath. “-hate being tied up, buddy.” He’s still holding the shears. Lawrence can feel the metal edge rub up against his waist when Strade moves.

Lawrence swallows. “I-…” he feels trapped, pinned beneath Strade’s intense brown eyes, seeming to shine gold in the light of the breaking dawn. “I’m sorry,” he says. He doesn’t know what else to say. But he’s not sorry, not really. He’d do it all again, to keep Strade looking at him like this.

Strade laughs, Lawrence thinks, sounding more like a shaky exhale than anything, but he smiles at him. Lawrence didn’t think he’d seen him smile since the bar. “There you are again. You’re being so unfair. What am I supposed to do with you?”

Lawrence doesn’t speak; can’t seem to find his voice again as Strade continues. “Lawrence…” he says it like a prayer, voice low, hushed, rougher than Lawrence remembers it being. He thinks, distantly, that might’ve been his fault. Memories bubble up again. Strade’s sleeve tearing in his grip and a roll of silver duct tape.

Too loud, too loud, too loud.

“Lawrence,” Strade says again. “Lawrence, Lawrence… You’re so interesting…” The shears are moving again, slow and deliberate this time as they slide upward along his waist. They come to a rest on his abdomen, cold and weighty. Strade’s fingers are still on the handle. Lawrence can feel his heart beat against his ribs. “I was going to take you for myself, you know. Dig into you, make you beg, cry, scream. Bleed you dry while I watched and listened to every little sound… Really get to know you, Lawrence,” he murmurs, eyes finally leaving his face. He looks down to his empty hand, palm still pressed flat against Lawrence’s chest. His fingers curl slowly, short nails biting at skin as they’re slowly dragged down, leaving white lines that quickly bloom red in their wake. “Cute, shy Lawrence.…” Strade looks back up to him again, “But you’re not who I thought, are you? Not at all.”

Strade’s words strike him, though it doesn’t feel like an accusation. The rage doesn’t come bubbling up to the surface like it might have otherwise. Strade doesn’t sound afraid, or disgusted. He isn’t staring at Lawrence like he’s a monster- a thing hiding away in the dark. He sounds entranced; fascinated, as if he’s never seen anything quite like him. Strade’s eyes bore into him still; Lawrence fidgets under the scrutiny, turning his face away in an attempt to alleviate the uncomfortable, unfamiliar feeling of being seen. He’s still hyper-aware of the metal blades resting against his stomach, that Strade could kill him right now. That he’d said he wanted to.

But he didn’t.

Why was he still alive?

Lawrence doesn’t have an answer for that. Strade’s still staring at him, he can feel it. Maybe he doesn’t have an answer either. Finally, he swallows the lump in his throat, and he speaks.

“You lied.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Strade blink at him, but he says nothing. Lawrence continues.

“You-… You’re not who you said you were,” Lawrence says. He looks back to Strade, who’s still watching intently, “You tried to hurt me. In the alley.”

Strade tips his head to one side, chestnut curls falling away from his face as he looks over Lawrence. “I did,” he replies. The side of his mouth twitches, slowly curving upward into a half-smile, “And you took me home. Why did you do that?”

Why? Lawrence furrows his brow. “I-… couldn’t just leave you there.”

“No? Why not?” Strade asks, making Lawrence’s gut twist. “A bad, bad man comes at you in a dark alley, tries to hurt you, but you knock him out. Most people would run away, call the police, maybe. But not you. No, no, cute, shy Lawrence… You brought the bad man home with you.” Strade’s eyes seem to shine as he continues, delighted by something that Lawrence can’t seem to understand.

“I-…”

He’s confused. He doesn’t like what Strade is saying; doesn’t want to think about what it might mean. Lawrence squirms minutely beneath him, overwhelmed with an urge to hide- or something worse, -but the cold steel of his garden shears keep him from moving too much.

“But, in a way, I think I’m glad you did,” Strade continues, almost to himself. Lawrence can’t conceal the look of shock that surely crosses his face when he does. He laughs again; low, dark, before leaning downward, that much closer to Lawrence’s face, “Well, if you hadn’t, I don’t think I would’ve ever known about this side of you...” Strade’s free hand moves, Lawrence can feel it, slipping downward along his chest, finding it’s way to Lawrence’s waist. “Just another pretty boy, all tied up on my basement floor. What a waste that would’ve been…” Strade leans even closer, so close Lawrence can’t see him anymore, he can only feel him; rough stubble brushing against his cheek, warm breath rushing past his ear. Lawrence can feel his face flushing in spite of himself. “I don’t want to give you up just yet, Lawrence…”

The sudden proximity, it’s almost too much. This feeling of another person above him, the heat, the weight, the movement, it leaves nothing to doubt. Strade is completely, unmistakably alive, and Lawrence doesn’t know how he should react. He feels teeth graze his jaw, and his arm comes up, pressing the back of his hand over his mouth to muffle the startled sound that threatens to escape in that moment. So many conflicting emotions are rushing through Lawrence’s head, now, he almost feels dizzy. Strade is a dangerous man. A dangerous man who wanted to hurt him, wanted to lock him away in a basement and torture him until his body finally gave out, like all organic things will in the end.

Lawrence knew that. Knows that, still.

Strade still has gardening shears pressed up against his torso, a constant threat to keep Lawrence still; keep him compliant. Lawrence might’ve been angry, might’ve fought back, even, if it had been anyone else.

But it wasn’t.

It was Strade.

And Strade is still so beautiful.

Strade heaves a deep, self-satisfied sigh into his ear, and Lawrence fidgets again, fingers digging into the sheets below him in an attempt to keep still. He’s afraid- terrified of this, of what might happen next, even more than dying, but he tries anyway, because he likes Strade. He likes him so much, Lawrence doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s grown attached, like the suffocating vines of cuscuta gronovii invading delicate roots. He wonders, dazed, if Strade even realizes what he’s done to him.

The hand on Lawrence's waist slips lower, finding exposed hipbone just above loose sweatpants. Strade squeezes, and Lawrence jolts in place. He can feel the smile against his neck. Strade finally leans back, and Lawrence can see his face again, a deep flush had blossomed over his skin. “What do you say-..." The amber of Strade's eyes is reduced to a sliver behind dark pupils as he looks over Lawrence, tongue dragging across teeth, like the wolf who'd caught the rabbit.

"-we get to know each other better, liebchen?”

#boyfriend to death #lawstrade #lawrence oleander #strade #btd #rhysie writes #btd fanfic

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