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𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 | R. SUKUNA

Summary: Being mated to the most blood thirsty omega around is not ideal for most alphas, but at least his body is up to par! ♡

Warnings: sub (ish???)/omega/bottom sukuna, alpha/gn! reader, strap referred as a dick, dubcon, threatening + small amount of blood (as usual), heats, slight yandere! sukuna, trueform sukuna, slight role reveral regarding omegaverse dynamics, reader is basically sukunas pet, subspaces, anal fingering, self lubrication (slick), biting, heavy praise, multiple orgasms, violent behavior, slight degradation (use of nickname whore and bitch), dirty talk, starts off as smut but then feelings are involved (reader is a simp at the end)

WC: 9.1k

A/N: sick in the head...sick in the head...

One of the world's greatest surprises is that the King of Curses is an omega. The horror stories told about him never once mentioned his dynamic, and so everybody believed that he was an alpha, which made sense considering his history. Those who came in contact with him never really had time to spread the news to others, having been killed so quickly. So only a special few knew about it.

But it wasn't like Sukuna was embarrassed of his second sex. No, the king took pride in his dynamic – it made killing alphas way more satisfying knowing that he instinctively should be baring his neck to them. And so, he never took a marking, finding nobody worthy of it.

That is until he met you. You definitely weren't worthy of his mark, being incredibly weak and holding no authority over him. But for some reason or another, Sukuna became fascinated by you. You never showed signs of fear, nor interest in him, and almost everybody feels one of the two emotions when meeting him. He was compelled to learn more about you, and somehow, Sukuna became attached to your side for a while.

He didn't love you nor feel any feelings similar to love – it was for curiosity's sake as to why you were so different than the other alphas.

Sukuna eventually determined that you were either an idiot or crazy for how you talked to him. You treated him like he was just simply another annoying suitor around. It was entertaining to the bored king. And so, you were his test subject, and once he was done studying you, you were to be killed.

But alas, Sukuna fell into heat not long after meeting you, and he had gotten himself mated with you. A foolish thing that Sukuna has never even gotten close to doing in his entire lifetime.

He almost murdered you after his heat for daring to mark him – a permanent thing for omegas, while you, an alpha, could live your life freely. But it wasn't like you had intended to mark him. Sukuna, at the peak of his heat, had threatened to slice your head off if you didn't claim him. You didn't happen to dislike him too much, and you did not want to die, so you followed the king's orders and drove your teeth into his neck during his orgasm.

And the second his heat was over, he had run off without a word. He was humiliated by the fact that he was claimed now and had visited you multiple times since that day to put an end to your useless life. But every time he saw you, he would hide away so that you didn't see him and leave without you knowing. It wasn't his fault; everything in him screamed for him to be next to you, being freshly mated, but he refused to follow those instincts.

With his time away, he couldn't help but think about you nearly all the time. You were kind to him, even though he hates to admit it. You cleaned his body up when he was twitching from exhaustion and covered in his own bodily fluids. You must have been equally exhausted, having been forced to keep up with his pace, but not once did you complain nor mention how weak he must have looked with his drool stains on his chin.

And even before his heat, he didn't seem to mind you. He liked that you always quipped back your own insults and didn't allow yourself to get bullied by him. It made it entertaining, and he found himself enjoying conversing with a human. But still, even with your complaints of how annoying he was for not leaving you alone, you would cook extra food so that he would never go hungry. Although Sukuna didn't have a preference for human food, he still found himself eating a few bites. You were providing for an omega, and Sukuna made careful note of it, hating that he found himself pleased by it.

During his preheat, you offered your house to him and brought him blankets and pillows for nesting even when he nearly tore off your arm for entering his (your) room. And when he dragged you into his nest, you complimented it as you were supposed to, which still made his insides stir.

Plus, when he trapped you in his nest for a couple of days, you didn't make much of a fuss – other than when you had to use the restroom, to which he nipped at your hand like some sort of dog in complaint. You were a weak, pathetic alpha, and he couldn't let you roam free, practically begging to be injured. His nest was the safest place to be, and so in his head, you were to stay put there for all of his heat.

But Sukunas possessive and overprotective thoughts shifted instantly when his heat dwindled down. He got up and left the day his heat had ended, and you were left completely shocked at his sudden disappearance. It was out of the blue, considering he had been around for weeks beforehand. You couldn't help but feel distraught over it, having also felt the bond, even if it was not as extreme for an omega. Plus, during his heat, he was cuter than you have ever seen before. He was needy and whiny but still cute.

You may have garnered your own feelings toward the curse, something close to love, or some sort of infatuation at least. So when he left, you were left nearly broken for weeks, having just previously been daydreaming about how you could manage a new life with the two of you. It was a hopeless delusion, and you should have known that, but it still hurt.

But you aren't as pathetic as he thinks, and by the second month, you were over it. Sure, the bond sometimes made you feel a little listless, but after so long, you have even begun to forget how he smelt. And your feelings toward him rapidly shifted, now finding him repulsive for abandoning you. You had decided that if he would ever come back, you would reject him.

You should have known that wasn't going to happen, considering you still harbored feelings for him. Lo and behold, nearly three months later, Sukuna returned.

He barges in the door, almost tearing it off the walls. You nearly jump out of your seat at the noise, but your eyes widen the second you smell his scent. The mating bond made it even more appealing to you, and you could also make out the smell of omega in heat. You curse under your breath at the smell but remain silent, not giving the satisfaction of you freaking out over his sudden appearance.

You were seated in your office doing work when he came in. And just seconds after you smelt him, Sukuna conjured himself behind you, sharp nails dragging up your neck in both a greeting and warning. But you weren't having any of it, a familiar rage bubbling in your chest at his return. So, you just continue to stare ahead at your screen.

"Leave," is the first thing you say, the first command. You never used an alpha command on an omega, but this situation definitely called for it. He was mated to you, so the words had to have a more significant effect on him. But alas, he was the king of curses - he was not going to back down so easily.

"Why do you smell of other omegas, you pathetic alpha?"

His teeth graze your neck, and you try your best not to shiver, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of it. You try to mask your scent, thinking of things other than his tongue that seems to be peeking past his lips.

You should ignore him — you know you should ignore him, but you just can't seem to find it in you to. "I was not with others if that is what you are asking," you roll your eyes, still facing your computer while he leans over you. "Though I wish I had been."

"I would have killed them," he purrs, dragging his claws down your chest. "Ripped them apart for daring to touch what is mine while you would have sat and listened to their screams of agony." His teeth graze your earlobes, and you gulp, thinking about how horrid that would be. "Would you like it? Like to watch your omega get all possessive over you? It would fuel your little alpha pride, I would suppose."

He was releasing his scent in waves, and it was beginning to make your head spin. But it was your house, and he wasn't just going to barge in and claim it as him, so you also release your own scent, which pulls a purr-like chuckle from him. Then, you slump in your chair, finally sparing him a glance. "Omegas aren't supposed to be possessive. That is more of an alpha trait, dont you think, Sukuna?"

"And you are possessive over me?"

You go silent for a moment, reaching out to touch his face. You tilt his chin back, forcing him to bare his neck so you can run your fingers over the bite mark you made just a couple of months ago.

He goes quiet, amused by your touch but not liking your lack of response. But then you pull away, like nothing happened, and return to your computer. "I dont need to be," you sigh, "You won't let anyone fuck you that isn't me."

One of Sukuna's top eyes twitches, and he spins the chair around, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. Your face remains blank, and even when he begins to dig his finger into your cheek, you dont show any signs of amiss. Your lack of response drives Sukuna insane, and you raise your eyebrows at his glare.

He growls low at you, baring his teeth and continuing to cloud your house with his now seductive scent. "You have some nerve to talk to me that way, you pathetic excuse of an alpha. You are looking at the most desired omega on this planet, and you think for a second that I wouldn't fuck somebody else?"

Your hands travel to his wrists, tugging his hand off your face. He surprisingly lets you, but with each second he seems to grow more angry. This is surprising to you because his scent conveyed a completely different emotion. Everything radiating from Sukuna was Look at me, Fuck me. And if you gave into instincts, the two of you would be without clothes by now. But alas, Sukuna left you for three months with no word, and you weren't going to allow yourself to get pushed around by him.

So, you stare back up at him, a wicked grin pulling at your face. "You are the one baring my mark and are crawling back to me after all of these months." You see his face begin to fume, and his scent turns sour from displeasure at the words. "But I am not going to fuck you. I dont want to fuck you. You left after forming a bond with me. I don't want you anymore. Go home, omega."

The words seemed to burn at your tongue, going completely against your instincts. You were purposely hurting an omega, which is everything that alpha's were basically encoded against. But alas, you did not want to get caught up in Sukuna's web.

The room smells horrid by now, mostly from disapproval but also distress — it almost made you whine out, feeling horrible for making any omega feel unwanted, but you bite your tongue and try your best not to focus on his scent. It would only do you worse in the end.

"You think you can speak to me this way because you marked me? Are you so delusional that you think I won't kill you on the spot?" His finger does now cut at your cheek, and you flinch at the stinging sensation along with the blood that now drips from your cheek. He never was afraid to use violence to prove his point.

But then, he licks at your blood. You feel the stripe of his tongue from your chin all the way up to your cheek. "Do you want me to roll over and show my stomach to you? Want me to croon at you and beg you to pup me? I am not your omegan bitch."

"You would be more appealing if you were."

He chuckles at you, shaking his head. "I am the most appealing thing you will ever see in your puny lifetime. People would kill to be in your position."

He was nibbling on your ear at this point, dragging his pointer finger up your shirt, seconds away from ripping it in two. The scent Sukuna let out was back to being seductive, probably too overwhelmed by his heat to maintain his displeasure.

"Nobody would want to be mated to a bloodthirsty curse."

His teeth drag up your neck, and he laughs at you again, low and rumbling. "You do, or did at least. Considering you did mark me, my pathetic alpha."

The insult doesn't phase you. You shut your eyes and sigh out. You couldn't help but be turned on at this point – his knee was meticulously placed in between your legs, and the smell of heat wafted through the air. You were trapped whether you liked it or not, and you could feel the fight in you begin to dwindle. "You would have killed me if I didn't."

"And I will kill you if you turn me away again."

"Can you try to make it seem like you are not always threatening me? Alphas prefer to be the one in charge, you know."

He grabs your hand and leads it beneath his pants where his slick was pooling. You gulp, looking away and trying not to salivate at the wetness. "You can always fuck the control out of me," he breathes into your ear, and you let out a shaky sigh, "If you do it well enough, I could end up crooning at you for more. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Your fingers find his hole, and you borderline whine, accidentally ignoring his question. You have been thinking about this for months now, and him now being here now sends your head spinning. "So wet."

"'s all for you."

His mouth latches onto yours and he groans into it, kissing with so much force that you a pinned to the back of your chair. You feel his tongue drag over the inside of your mouth, trying to claim as much of it for himself. You pull away after a moment, collecting your breath, and realize that he has you wrapped around his finger. "Y-You want to bottom?"

He bites your lip hard enough to draw blood, and you hiss, grabbing your mouth and pulling away. "What was that for?!"

"For being an idiot. Of course I want to bottom." He licks at your lips, healing them with his cursed technique, before moving onto your cheek to do the same thing. "How did I end up with a stupid alpha?"

You growl at him, "It's not my fault I can't think." The smell of heat was so strong by now that your head was dizzy. "You want to tell the entire world you are trying to get fucked? Sounds whorish to me."

"It's working isn't it?" He feels you circling his hole, finally sliding your first finger in. "Will you turn me into your whore, alpha?"

The thought makes you groan out, head tilting back while he continues to lick and kiss your neck. But you don't dare to stop your movements, knowing that if you were, he would probably find some way for you to focus your attention back on him. He was greedy for it all.

The second finger slides in without much trouble, and now Sukuna is straddling you. He was much larger than you andhis frame completely engulfed you, but still he caved his body forward so that he could continue his ministrations. You already knew that your neck was to be covered in marks by the time he was through of you – he was possessive, and it wasn't because of his second gender.

Slick was now beginning to drip down his thigh, and he was beginning to rock his hips back and forward onto your fingers. The chair was making a screeching noise, upset with the large man for trying to put his weight on it.

You pull away for a second, and Sukuna immediately returns to kiss you again, cupping your face with two of his palms. Again, you try to pull away, and still, he doesn't let you speak, continuing to force his tongue into your mouth. A warning growl pulls at your throat, and you pull your fingers out of him.

He, in response, lets out his own growl, louder than yours, considering his growl was more out of disapproval at the removal of your fingers. His face by now was flushing red, a telltale sign that he was slipping completely into his heat.

"What now?" Sukuna hisses, and you roll your eyes.

But, instead of biting back another remark, you change your tone, taking the softer route. Omega's like to be coddled, and Sukuna was no exception, no matter his status. So, you rub at his cheek with your thumb. "I know you're feeling needy, but can we take this to the bedroom?"

His main set of eyes blinks at you, physically relaxing at your gentle touch and the crooning. You, in return, have to hold back a smirk, knowing that if he was to see it, he would grow pissed again. You couldn't help but compare his behavior to a bratty child. But still, he climbs off your lap, and you sigh in relief before squealing when he effortlessly lifts you with his top pair of arms.

A deep purr-like chuckle is let out, and he glances at you before walking over to your room. "I can walk, you know," you say, slightly pouting at being cradled like some sort of child.

"And risk you taking a fall and somehow dying on me? I am not risking the possibility of not getting fucked because you are the weakest creature that walks the earth." He doesn't even look at you when he says it, continuing to walk forward. You remain silent, just sighing and shaking your head, but used to this ridiculous behavior.

You notice the thick smell of arousal that was still pooling out of him, and most omegas would be stuck in their nests, barely able to walk. But Sukuna wasn't a typical omega, and you both found his unpredictableness endearing and nerve-wracking.

Your finger pulls his robe open, and without him looking, you latch your teeth onto his nipple, gently nibbling on the bud. He fumbles with his steps, and immediately, a clenched groan is let out, paired with a small shiver. The reaction pleases you, and so you smile at him before he can question your actions. "Still just as sensitive, I'm glad. Tonight is going to be," you reach up to trace the side of his face. "Fun."

The purr of approval vibrates his entire chest, and you laugh.

–

He kicked you out of your own room, as he did last time. When he arrived at your room and saw the perfectly made bed, along with the complete absence of his scent, he had borderline dropped you. So, just like last time, you sat outside your door, occasionally passing him more blankets or pillows, and crooning at him so that he didn't get pissed off thinking that you left him.

His heat smell was getting thicker with each minute, and in return, your head was growing foggy – you couldn't imagine what was going on in his own head. "You better have not moved from that position. I hear your stirring. Don't make me break your legs."

You haven't moved from your seated position in front of the door, so you roll your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, clingy bastard. Just trying not to cum in my pants from your scent." It was a sarcastic remark, but when you hear the king chuckle in delight, you tap your head against the wooden door and close your eyes.

It was weird to have him back, and you are not surprised that your heart feels strange around him – you were bonded afterall. It was good to have him back – you found comfort in his scent, but the thought of him disappearing again made you frown. You tuck your knees close to you and bury your head in them.

Sukuna opens the door two minutes later, slightly panting and flushed red. His body was growing weak. Now, he was completely bare, and his cock was standing hard against his lower stomach. But, you didn't notice, still in your little ball on the floor.

He looks at you, raising his eyebrows, because he has never seen you in this state. You were always reeking of confidence, standing tall and proud while you openlingly defy him. He, strangely, didn't like to see you look like this and your scent was beginning to turn stale.

"Why does my alpha look like a mopey kitten?"

You don't look up at him, slightly pouting. "You have to promise me you won't leave after this. I'm not some fucktoy for your heat."

Sukuna would be lying if he didn't say his omega was purring at the idea of staying with you. The last couple of months have taken a toll on his body, and although he is the strongest person to walk this planet, it was quite annoying to be in a constant state of distress. "Ill think about it – depends on how well you fuck me. How can you be so whiny when I am the one with slick dripping down my thighs?"

You look up from your makeshift ball and are immediately hit with the smell of it. But, you dont have time to look at his thighs because you are being scooped up again like you truly were some sort of kitten. He holds you with one hand and uses another one to pet your head as he drags you to his nest. "There, there," he tries to comfort, "Dont be sad little alpha, you make me feel weird when you are moping."

He was purring at you, and even if you tried to, you couldn't help but feel better. But the moment doesn't last long — he drops you into his nest, crossing his top set of arms above you and waiting. You raise your eyebrows at him, glancing at his cock that was hard and on display before going back to his smug face. "Why are you showing me your useless cock?"

"Im not," he bites, baring his teeth for a moment, before shaking his head. "The nest. Compliment it."

"Oh."

Sukuna seemed to have a set of procedures he wanted to follow before getting to the real deal. It was surprising, considering that most omegas wouldn't miss a second of sex for something as silly as this. But you could tell he was beginning to struggle from the way he was slightly trembling.

You quickly turn to pillows and pillows, along with your miscellaneous dirty clothes. He was tapping his foot, quickly growing impatient. So you nod at him, giving him a small smile to show that you are happy. "Very nice. Soft, comfortable. I really like it. Good job, Sukuna."

He releases his pleased scent in waves, and a small croon leaves his lips. But even when you could tell that he was practically wagging his tail at the compliment, all he says is, "Good. You are to stay here for the duration of my heat. No exceptions. And dont you dare think about getting up to relieve yourself without telling me? I will string you alive."

That meant that he was probably going to be stalking into the kitchen for food and water like he did last time. Alphas are supposed to provide food/water and protection to their omegas in their most vulnerable state – Sukuna seemed to not follow traditional dynamics roles, which wasn't that surprising. But still, the idea of you being the one to be taken care of makes you slightly pout.

The omega seems to read your mind. "My vulnerable state is a million times stronger than you at your strongest. You stay in the nest."

"Your wish is my command, Lord Sukuna," you say sarcastically, leaning back in the cushions and sighing.

He finally comes crawling toward you, pinning you beneath his massive frame. But you are not intimidated by him, to say the least, so you just raise an eyebrow at him. He presses a small kiss to your neck before saying, "I like the way that sounds on your lips."

"Yeah, I bet you do, you arrogant bastard." He chuckles at you, taking a deep inhale of your scent and then gently rubbing his neck onto yours. The action is sweet, but you are flooded with the smell of arousal, so you are getting particularly impatient. "Are we going to fuck, or do I need to find another omega in heat?"

It was a risky joke, and you knew that you shouldn't have said that the second it left your mouth. But Sukuna, in turn, just rumbles another laugh, gently biting the skin of your neck. "Little alpha has jokes?" he asks, and you remain quiet, biting your lip and hoping that you dont cause the deaths of innocent people. "Do you think it would be funny if I killed every omega you laid eyes on?"

You grab his chin and force his lips onto yours. He eagerly accepts your advances, purring low while cupping your face with two hands. "Your means to distract me are so cute."

You don't respond to the mumble against your lips – instead, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You can feel himself beginning to rut against your pelvis, probably staining pre on your clothes. But, the fabric doesn't stand a chance anyway, as he tears through it with his finger. The sound causes you to pull away, frowning at him. "That was my favorite shirt."

"And it was in my way," he breathes, before pressing his mouth back to yours. You fingers begin to make their way to the back of his thighs and he hitches a breath when you finally bring your fingers back to his entrance. It was properly lubricated as it was before, and it makes it incredibly easy to slip two fingers in.

Sukuna breathes a sigh of relief at the feeling, having been daydreaming about you inside him for the past couple of hours. He unconsciously rocks his hips back into the digits while you scissor the hole, preparing him for what is later to come. Your knee comes up to where his cock grinds against, and he groans into your mouth.

You pull away from him, now choosing to focus on his neck. Your mouth litters it with kisses and small love bites, but focus on the outline of your teeth from three months earlier — the mark you gave him. It seemed to be a sensitive part for him, considering the way all of his eyes are squeezed shut and his arms trembled on the pillows next to you.

"Such a pretty mark," you coo, curling your fingers inside him slightly toward his stomach so that it hits his prostate right on.

Sukuna, in return, eyes fly open, and he chokes up a weak cough at the feeling. But, he quickly recomposes himself, swallowing some saliva and looking back at you. "Glad one of us likes it."

"You are a liar," you tease, kissing his jawline, "or else you wouldn't come crawling back to me. Tell me, Ryomen, did you miss me?"

"You are going to have to fuck me with something bigger than your fingers to get me to babble such nonsense." He holds a cocky grin, flashing his teeth before using his tongue to lick at your lips. The action makes you cringe and look away while he laughs.

But his moment of triumph is cut short when you plunge another finger inside him. It sends his mouth flying open, and his eyes widen at the intrusion before he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuckkkk," he groans, grinding himself on your fingers, "T-Thats more like it!"

You grin at him, rubbing your thumb on his lips. "Such a size queen. Do you need something bigger?"

His tongue darts out, and he licks at your thumb while you raise your eyebrows. He seemed to be glaring at you, but it didn't do much, considering his eyes were growing hazy and his cheeks were flushed. "You know what I want. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to find another alpha?"

It was a cute attempt to try and use your words against you, so you can't help but laugh. "Have you ever been fucked by someone else, Sukuna? I swore I was the first to ever be inside you."

To this, he goes silent. It was true, and in fact, even if it went completely against instincts, Sukuna during his previous heats would be the one fucking his partners. He didn't care about their sex, nor their dynamic, all he was looking for was pleasure. Granted, being inside someone didn't have the same feeling as being the one penetrated, and he realized that very quickly after his first heat with you. He didn't know if he could go back to the half-ass pleasure he was grantedbefore.

So when he hears you laugh, the curse merely scoffs and looks away. But, you move quickly away from the subject, and instead push him off of you. "Get on your hands and knees," you say, and then sigh, knowing better than to give him any commands. "Sorry, that sounded demanding. Can you please get on your hands and knees, Sukuna? It will be easier for the both of us."

"I am not your bitch," he bites, but still, he climbs off of you and readjusts himself in front of you. He was not ashamed inthe way he presented himself – slick ran down his thigh and coated his hole while his cock laid heavy in between them with pre cum beading at the tip.

You sit up, giving his ass a squeeze that sends him growling at you. You go silent for a minute, preparing everything while he sits and waits semi-patiently. But once you are all ready, you grin at the muscled body laid out so perfectly in front of you. "Trust me, I know. But I do hope to change that."

He doesn't have time to respond when you are suddenly pushing into him. The curse, in return, grips at the sheets, turning his knuckles white from the mere force of it. He hisses out and bites at the pillow in front of his, and his ring stretches to take the new intrusion. "Fuck!" he groans, shaking his head, "Was it always this freakishly big? S-Slow down before I come up there and tear your head off!"

You roll your eyes at the threat but abide by his demand. "So dramatic," you sigh, using your finger to trace over his wet entrance. "You seem to be gobbling me up just fine down here. You are so whiny, king of curses."

He let out a string of profanities, and tears begin to prick in his eyes. It makes your own eyes light up, and you thrust forward to bottom out completely inside of him. His body erupts in a fit of shivers, and he hides his face from you in the pillows. Sukuna's entire body was burning up by now, and your hands trace at the flushed skin on his back while you wait for him to adjust to the length.

His whines, you realize very quickly, did not express his true feelings. The air was growing thick from arousal, and the second you bottomed out inside him, a pleased scent is released. Your lips curl up in a smile. "Well, aren't you just a little whore!"

Growls echo through the room, but you quickly shut them up by pulling out and thrusting forward. It makes his himchoke a gasp and more of the pleased scent is let out, making the room smell incredibly sweet. The power is getting to your head, but you relished in it for all you could, considering that once he got adjusted to the length inside him, he would be spitting his own insults in between moans.

But for now, you lean forward and lick at his neck, just over his scent gland. "You feel good? Finally sedated after having a cock up your ass?"

"I will if you do something with it. You are boring me to tears," he pants into the pillows, one of his eyes looking back at you. But you just shrug at the complaint and finally begin to move.

You start off slow, pulling your hips back all the way until the tip reaches his rim and then back forward. But it seems to have a greater effect on him than you thought. He lets out a muffled groan and slightly raises his hips so that it gives you easier access. You would comment on the display, but you watch a bead of slick drip down his thigh and instead remain quiet, so you dont miss the show.

The noises he makes are cute, low in pitch compared to most omegas, but dont hide the fact that he was in an immense amount of pleasure. The sight in front of you was one to behold – his hole stretched prettily just for you while his entire body was trembling. You could tell he was growing annoyed with the slow pace, so you move your hips quicker, only causing him to clench onto the sheets.

He curses out his own set of profanities, and so you lean forward, pressing your chest to his back, and kiss him. It shuts him up instantly, and the king is craning his neck back to kiss you with an

unmatched ferocity. It makes you chuckle in surprise at the desperation of it all, and he slightly growls into your mouth, knowing exactly what you are thinking.

His tongue was a lot larger than yours, and he seemed to have no shame in using it to completely claim the inside of your mouth. One of his hands also cups your face, trapping you to his lips. But, even with his possessive hold on you, you dont let up on your pace, knowing that he was to surely bite (and not on your neck) you in the position if you did.

And so his body jerks forward with each slam of your hips, and Sukuna has to push himself back so that he can reach your lips. His groans are eaten up by your mouth, but still, you can feel the vibrations of his purr. It makes you let out your own sounds of affection, and he greedily consumes them without shame.

You rip your face away from his, and he frowns at you for a split second, already on his way to let out another complaint, before you grab his neck and push it into the sheets. You dont do it hard — you aren't trying to suffocate him, but simply to show what position he is in. Now, his ass remains in the air while his face is buried in some of your pillows. He makes a sound of surprise, but you quicken your pace before he can ask what you are doing.

Your hips move at a rapid pace, and it gives him no room to adjust to the new position. You were drilling into him without a care in the world, creating a lewd sound of slapping of skin. It made his eyes widen, and he bit the soft fabric of the pillow, canines digging into the sheet, nearly tearing it apart.

You hook your finger into his mouth, pulling his lip back and contorting his pretty face. "Hey, relax. Dont rip up my pillows; I just bought them."

"F-Fuck you!" he warbles, but it comes out shaky and breathless from your movements, and you swear you can see his eyes beginning to roll back. But still, he brings his hand over to his mouth and chews on the flesh instead. The action only makes you grin, knowing he was slowly beginning to give in to his instincts to please his alpha.

So, you lean forward, not daring to stop your movements until your chest was pressed to his back. Then you find his ear and lean close till you are centimeters away from it and say, "Well, aren't you just a good boy? Doing so well for me, huh, my omega? Pleasing your alpha by taking me whole."

Much to the surprise of both of you, his abdomen tenses up, and cum shoots out of his cock. It stains the sheets a creamy shade of white, and his entire body begins to tremble with the shocks. The curse doesn't make a peep, biting his lip as he clenches onto the walls of the nest and tightens around your length.

The action makes your eyes widen, and a breathless laugh falls from your lips. "You wanted me to be mean to you your last heat, but you have a praise kink?"

His entire back was turning red, and his cheeks twinged with embarrassment. The man shows you his teeth, growling slightly while craning his neck to look at you. "I do not. Watch your mouth, little alpha, before you piss me off."

"Do you want to be my good boy, Sukuna?"

Your breath was right next to Sukunas ear, and his entire body goes through a fit of shivers. His scent was screaming Yes. Yes. Yes. But Sukuna just faces the pillow and shakes his head. "Shut up. You are disgusting me."

Your hips begin to pick up their pace again, and a small whimper escapes his lips from the twinge of overstimulation. But still, immediately he begins to press himself back into you, not daring to escape the pleasure he had sought out for. Your lips find his neck, and you begin to litter it with marks, which only drives Sukuna to the brink of insanity due to his instinctual fondness for being "claimed."

"Look so pretty for me," you trace your finger over your claim mark, "Pretty and marked up. So perfect. How am I so lucky to be mated to you?"

"Stop it," he mewls for the first time, voice wavering, and he shakes his head as if trying to snap himself out of a trance. His hips push back into you, and you grin at the display before gripping his hips even tighter. Even his back was pressed into a deeper arch, unconsciously presenting his full self to you.

You run your fingers through his hair at his groans, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Can you cum for me again, my sweet boy?"

The coo next to his ear sends his eyes flying open, and a guttural moan slips out. His legs, flushed a shade of red from the heat of it all, begin to shake, and before he knows it, he comes tumbling off the toy, ass still in the air as his second, much stronger orgasm crashes over him. His hole clenches around nothing, and he bites his teeth into his hands, letting a round of muffled moans fill the air. Tears even begin to fall down his cheek, and his entire body trembles while cum stains the sheets.

He had cum twice in the past ten minutes. It was common for omegas to get overwhelmed and orgasm quickly after another, but for Sukuna, this was incredibly rare. He had a praise kink, and this confirmed it.

It was a pretty sight, and so you cock your head to the side, tracing the skin between his thighs, admiring the trembling muscles. The man goes eerily quiet after his second orgasm, and his body looks tense. "Sukuna?"

He doesn't answer, not daring to look at you. You lean forward to get a look at his face, but he turns around and lets out a low warning growl. It makes you pause for a moment, confused, and then you see a drop of blood fall onto the white pillow in front of you. He still doesn't look your way.

He was hurt, and your instincts took the better of you. "Sukuna, look at me."

The omega lets out another small growl — this one weak and barely heard. In return, you growl louder and let out an abundance of pheromones, causing him to tense up, incredibly close to submitting. Then you grab his chin and force his face toward you.

Your eyes widen at the sight. He was biting his lip so hard that blood was beginning to fall down his chin. But, it wasn't that that surprised you. No, it was Sukuna's expression. His face was an abnormal shade of red even for his heat, the flush going to his ears and down his neck. His eyes were glassy with tears, and he didn't dare make eye contact with you.

Sukuna was embarrassed from cumming so hard from the praise you gave him. You have to hold back a croon — the king of curses look unfathomably cute in your hold.

Your finger ghosts over his lips, and you murmur, "Heal it". He obeys without much thought, and in an instant, the pink flesh is restored. But the curse still doesn't look at you, so you kiss his cheek. You knew he didn't mean to, but a small whimper slips past his lips at the affection. Your grin is wolfish.

"Why are you upset?" You croon, knowing exactly why. Your positions seemed to have switched. It was less than an hour ago when he was the one trying to comfort you. Although his reasoning for being upset was definitely not as reasonable, bug you aren't going to complain when he looks so cute.

"Im not, weakling. Let's just go again. C-C'mon, im starting to feel itchy again."

You lean forward kissing his jaw and then moving to his neck to press another kiss to his scent gland. His entire body shudders. "So needy. You're lucky you're so cute. Do you want your alpha to make you feel good again, hmm?"

When your tongue licks a stripe on his scent gland, Sukuna groans, head spinning. He hates that when you scent mark him, it makes him feel giddy, like some sort of pathetic school girl. You are supposed to be a quick fuck, and then he was going to leave again, but the way your talking to him, like he really was your omega makes his heart pound in his chest. Would he always feel like this if he were to stay with you? Make this his permanent nest? Be your mate?

A purr rumbles through his chest.

Sukuna never considered having a mate. But alas this is the second time he has had this thoughts. The first when he nearly forced you to bite him, and now, his second heat with you. His sober mind pushed away the thoughts immediately and instead took to hiding from you. But could he do that again? It was borderline unbearable for the omega — it went against what his instincts were screaming at him to do. To be with his alpha.

You nibble on his ear, already pushing back into him and this time Sukuna groans out. His body was angry at him for attempting to go a third round without a break, but he didnt care, it felt too good. His hips push into yours and he hisses when you wrap your hands around his cock.

"How many times do you want to cum today?" You ask, voice breathless as you keep up the ruthless pace that would only please Sukuna. Your movements were quick in pace, jabbing into his sensitive spot without mercy, exactly how he likes it.

His mouth begins to hang open and his eyes hold a glaze to them. Now, he looked more akin to what a normal omega would look like in a heat. He was just a little harder to break down, but his roots were all the same.

Sukuna blinks at your question, slow, mindless. “Mhmmm…a-lot..? Wanna…cum…”

You giggle at the warble, but this time he doesnt say anything snarky in return. In fact, he seems to be pleased at himself for making you laugh. For making you seemingly happy. He tries to lean his head back to scent you, but due to your arm pushing his head into the nest, he doesn't go very far. He growls in displeasure.

You instead lean forward and rub your neck against his, even if there was minimal to no effect in the action. His scent was already so potent you were to be smelling of him for at least a week after his heat. But you indulge him in the instinctual pleasure, and he sighs into what is most likely your dirty shirt. A fucked out smile tugs at his lips, your eyes lighten.

"You're like a grumpy kitten, you know?" You run your fingers through his pink hair, brushing it back. Your movementsof your hips slow slightly, but they are still deep and give Sukuna enough pleasure for him not to whine out. You kiss the back of his neck. "Hiss and claw and bite whatever it sees. But the second the fierce creature gets some warm milk, it's back to being cute and docile, just like you, Sukuna."

Gears are turning in Sukunas head, no doubt from the intensity of his heat, so you wait and continue to brush at his hair and kiss at his neck in time with your thrusts. A couple seconds later he manages to bite back a weak, "Not cute or docile…bastard."

You hum at him, grabbing his chin when his mouth falls open after you seemed to his his prostate. "Docile may not be the best word, sedated maybe. Just need some dick to calm you down." You take a moment to catch your breath, panting slightly into his muscular shoulder. "I can keep you sedated."

"S-Stop babbling nonsense."

"Not just with sex," you continue, releasing an abudance of calming phermones that almost match his intensity. Then you let out a croon, paired with a nearly overdramatic purr. He was too weak to fight his instincts and so practically mewls at the sound, letting out his own purr in return.

"I can keep you calm, make you feel safe." Although you knew you could never be as strong as him, you could try at least. Your hand reaches below him to play with his dick again, and Sukuna jumps. "I'll put up with your hissy fits and your extremely possessive nature. The killing…will be something to be discussed when I'm not inside you."

To this, Sukuna makes a sound that shocks you. He laughs. Its not mocking like they usually were, harsh and mean, instead it more like a giggle, like he truly thought what you said was humorous. You pray it's not the heat talking but you try not to get your hopes up.

Instead, you continue on your rant, now picking up the pace of your hips. You slam into him, restarting the rhythm of the slapping of skin on skin. Sukuna bites the pillow, but you pull his hair back, earning a pained moan from the man. "Y-You can kick me out of my room to build your nest whenever you want. Fuck, I can just permanently sleep on the couch if that'll make you happy."

Sukuna couldnt respond, his eyes were practically rolling back. You were so deep inside him that he could barely think. However, the desperation in your tone, paired with the saturated scent of you trying to please him, conveyed exactly what you were saying to him. He hates that it makes him happy to see you want him, to feel desired by you. It should be an inconvenience, really, but he can't help but feel like his own feelings were being returned.

"F-Fuck, gonna cum again!"

Your hand is rutheless on his cock and your mouth nibbles at his neck. "I'll make you happy, Sukuna, you know that. You just got to let me."

Hes grown dangerously hot and he fees the muscles begin to tense up with his upproaching orgasm. A wracked sob leaves his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Be my omega, Sukuna. Let me love you." You dont give him a chance to respond before you dig your teeth into the exactsame spot you marked him just a couple of months ago.

Claws dig into cloth beneath him, and his eyes widen at the pain. But your words paired with the bite send him over the edge, and hes cumming once again, harder than the previous times. Tears stream down his face and he doesnt let out a noise this time – he holds his breath while the pleasure takes over. His hole clentches around you and his legs shake from under you. There is no doubt that more of the nest was stained a milky shade of white.

You slump against him this time, licking at the wound, before rolling off with a sigh. He groans a little when you pull away from him, but your hands travels to his face, rubbing against his cheekbone. Sukuna, for the first time, looks tired, like that orgasm took a toll on him. Although, you have never seen him look so content. A small smile sits contently on his face, and he looks at you with soft eyes.

Then, much to your surprise, the large man grabs onto you and forces you close to him. You yelp in suprise, but he justwraps two sets of arms around your form and buries his face into your neck, taking a long, dramatic inhale and then sighing contently. You pet his hair with a chuckle.

"Are you thinking about my offer? Although, if you did live here we would have to get a bigger apartment…You are too big." The sentence felt ironic considering how small he looked when pressed to close to you. It was strange to see a creature so big act so small, like some sort of overgrown lap dog. He would murder you if he heard you think something like that.

He closes his first set of eyes and peers at you with the second. Then he shakes his head. "I'll think about it. Now let me rest, pathetic alpha."

Maybe it was a naive hope, but Sukuna seemed rather pleased when saying that. It was the closest think to a yes you will get, you kiss at the top of his head and he groans in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, whiny omega. Go to sleep before you get horny again."

"Dont try to leave the nest. I'm not kidding, I will incapitate you if you try anything funny."

"I won't, you bloodthirsty murderer. Now sleep."

"I'm fucking going!" he mutters and you let out a laugh as he gentle nips at the skin on your neck. He then grabs your hand and forces it on his head, silently demanding you to pet him.

You run your fingers through his short pink hair, and he purrs contently. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep, and you are not far after. You needed to rest before the monster would wake you eight hours later with a flushed face and a wicked grin. You did promise him an abudance of orgasms after all.

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After a hazy five days, Sukuna awakes in the dirty nest. He doesn't feel itchy and disgustingly hot, but his body is sore, and he seems to still be exhausted. You lay draped across him, head on his chest and sleeping soundly, equally spent as he is from keeping up with his demands. The curse stares at you for a long moment before one of his hands comes to trace your cheek, admiring the soft skin and how small you are compared to him. You are too breakable for an alpha, it makes him nervous.

He doesnt think about it when leans forward and gets a good whiff of your scent. The scent of his mate. He purrs quietly to himself, careful not to wake you.

You stirr in his hold and he gulps, eyes flickering toward the door. He could leave if he wanted to, come back for his next heat. You wouldn't send him away, even if you tried with your weak commands, you had a weak heart. A weak, pathetic human alpha loves him — someone unworthy of his own love. Sukuna frowns.

You make a mewling noise and nuzzle into his chest like some sort of cat. Red eyes tear from the door and back to your sleeping face. Sukuna scoffs at you, hating that he found you cute, before pinching your cheeks together that pulls a whine from you. This was the person that was supposedly going to make him feel safe? He laughs.

But the second your tired, fond eyes gaze up at him he unconsciouslly had made his decision.

He tilts your head to the side, four pairs of eyes scanning the smooth skin along your neck. It was too bare. Sukuna had to change that, or else some omegas would get the wrong idea. He flashes his canines, dragging his tongue along them and grinning at your wide eyes.

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harmoonix · 7 months ago

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Winter Observations ❄️

❄️ Saturn in late degrees or 3rd decan (20° to 29° degrees) is meant to finish a lesson in this lifetime. The lesson can be something unfinished from your past life

❄️ Capricorn Moons/10th house Moons have a hard time staying focused only on one thing. They want to do multiple things at once due to their multitasking power

❄️ Saturn in the 6th/8th or 12th house gets drained easily. Tiredness can be a problem for them. They need to maintain a balance between their work and some time for themselves

❄️ 2nd house placements may love to make gifts/spoil others with it. They also love to plan things for others like surprises, parties, etc

❄️ moon - jupiter aspects are gifted with wisdom and optimism. Somehow, it is hard for them to think badly upon a situation. Always keeping their heads up

❄️ Chiron in the 2nd house or Taurus may struggle with their worth/self - value. They can over criticize themselves. They may also struggle to love their bodies

❄️ Having Moon or Venus dominance in your chart shows that you're a very gentle and nice person. Also, don't let others take your nice personality in vain

❄️ a couple who shares the same chiron sign can share the same traumas/dark traits. Couple therapy can be a healing key for you

❄️ Sun in the 11th house can sometimes indicate being married multiple times during your lifetime. Kinda like J-LO reference (Mi gente latino💣)

❄️ Taylor Swift has both Moon and Chiron in Cancer, which can be a bit of a sign of 'making a song about every romantic experience you went through'

❄️ Those with Chiron x harsh Venus aspects have a hard time opening their feelings. Sometimes, these can indicate a fear of breakup or abandonment

❄️ Mercury in dark houses like 8th or 12th hosue can turn to be big snitches. Mercury tends to have a darker energy here, especially if also aspects Pluto

❄️ Aries in the 3rd/6th or 11th house can posses a violent nature when it comes to their talking. Basically, it tends to curse and talk dirty a lot

❄️ Virgo in the 8th or 12th house can be triggered by many things. Is like you live in permanent fear of something. They may also show lots of phobias

❄️ Someone with Virgo Chiron is definitely the therapist of their friends, family and even partner. People approach you so much when they need help

❄️ 1st house lord in the 4th or 6th houses have a very empathic/kind nature. They also tend to be quite nostalgic and very in tune with themselves

❄️ 10th hosue lord in the 11th house can becomes famous on internet before anything else. Is it like people will know you from social media

❄️ Aries Risings or Mars should find a career/job where they can take the leader position because it fits them so much. They can also work in fields where people may do lots of physical work

❄️ 3rd house placements, especially Venus/Mars/Moon, may have a passion for cars/motorcycles/bikes. Everything that has wheels

❄️ Leo Chrion is either a placement where the native seeks love and attention, either the placement where the native never got to experience these

❄️ Leo Jupiter has a lot of chances to become popular for their talents. It can be done in a creative field such as acting or drawing

❄️ Lots of ppl with Mercury in the 10th house tend to be remembered for their voices. It's like the voice you'll always remember, even after a long time

❄️ Venus in the 4th house can often get a spouse who can be the 'bread winner', basically a traditional family or a trad spouse as well

❄️ Venus and Moon in the 5th house can be good at flirting/taking the first step in a relationship. Head over heals energy

❄️ Mercury in the 6th house is a very active house for Mercury. Basically, communicating daily helps your mental health and mood. You may also worry a lot as a person

❄️ Idk why people romanticize possessive aspects in a relationship like pluto - venus/asc/mars. They're not okay unless you're in that situation..which I don't wish upon nobody

❄️ I wrote in the past about how I don't get along with cancer placements, I realized it was because most cancer people I knew were very controlling. Tbh with you, I never got the chance to meet good people with cancer placements

❄️ Lacking water placements in your chart can manifest in 2 ways:

Being hypersensitive, lacking the feeling of feeling love or closure

Being a cold person. Not showing your feelings to the world thinking that they see you as a weak/soft person

❄️ Pisces Risings always tell what's on their heart. They seem so genuine and nice even when you don't interact with them.

❄️ Moon in Scorpio or the 8th hosue can indicate intense inner feelings. Is hard for them to explain what they feel, and that's what can make them to be more private

❄️ Something that I observed within the moon in fire signs or fire houses 1st/5th/9th is that they get pissed off very easily. Is so easy for them to burst out and be angry/sad/moody

❄️ Jupiter in Cancer/Capricorn/Libra/Leo can experience a step family. Like step-dad, step-mom, step siblings, Jupiter can also give you things in excess ex: in Cancer/Leo, many family members

❄️ Jupiter in aspects with Lilith (all aspects), can indicate issues with hypersexuality. Like I said, Jupiter can give you things in excess. When aspecting Lilith, the desire for physical touch can be high

❄️🩵 Hope you all have a good winter season for the next 3 months!! Also early/late happy birthday for everyone born in the winter🙏🏼🥳

Harmoonix ❄️🩵🫶🏼 2024

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twistedpink · 3 months ago

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Hello! I love your writing sm <3

Could I request General!Lilia with that one military graduation tradition where the soldiers are required to stand still and wait for a loved one to touch them so they can move?

Idk if you know what I'm talking about but like here's an example: https://youtube.com/shorts/2142YOyLS8M?si=0xV64So-Sl_YtVSL

Remember to take care of yourself, drink lots and eat lots so you can stay healthy 🫶

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General!Lilia’s spent his entire deployment thinking of you at home,, How you may want to remarry, and if you haven’t thought of it already you definitely will once you see him. He’s not the same man you married, and he just barely has the courage to admit to himself it scares him- More than any humans or the senate. The thought of you leaving him is terrifying, but he’d understand in the end. He’s been turned into a monster.

General!Lilia that keeps your clothing in pristine condition his entire deployment despite being filthy himself. You’ve done the charity of sending him the blanket from your wedding bed, a couple socks, and the bane of his existence. Your favourite night shirt. He deludes himself to think still smells of you after months of use- It reeks of the outdoors and his sweat and tears, but he’s never failed to bury his nose in it and feel all giddy.. You cared enough to send these mundanities to him, and they’re his greatest treasures. His last (sleeping) night on duty is spent wearing your socks in your shirt wrapped up snug in your blanket. More than anything, they give him strength.

General!Lilia’s lost so much. His troops and friends, his princess, his morals,, His tap out’s done alone, in a field untouched by the war. A pessimistic, realist part of him’s convinced that you’ll never come, that he deserves to rot in this field. If you were to abandon him here, he wouldn’t make it out alive. Not because it’s particularly dangerous,, But because he’d wait as long as it takes for you to be with him again- Even if you’re no longer “his”.

General!Lilia doesn’t blame the hypothetical you in his head for scorning him- Actually, he thinks you aren’t being harsh enough. He hasn’t earned a kiss or gentle touch, he doesn’t deserve your tender affections anymore. Your husband’s a failure. But he can admit he’s good enough to have stayed loyal at least,, No town flower’s tempted him, nor alley specials for soldiers. He’s never considered himself the romantic altruist type, but if you are to hate him, to leave or slander him, he just wants to look at you one last time. Then he wouldn’t have to worry if he’s failed so miserably that even you fell to the conflict.

When you appear out of the thicket, unmarred by the battle and even looking concerned for him, it’s a massive weight off Lilia’s shoulders. The time you take running across the field feels like a lifetime. You look the same as when he left for war.. You know nothing of the things he’s done, the things he can’t undo. He is not the man you knew. He briefly thinks of flying off- He’s had no difficulty when breaking the rules before, so what’s the difference? He’s sure you’d be better off without him. There’s a barely audible thunk against the metal of his armour when your arms are thrown around his neck, hurriedly removing the bloody mask he wears to see his face again. To see your Lilia safe and sound. Once all the pressure’s released, he wants to deflate, wants to collapse in your arms and weep and kiss and love you again despite the angry, violent thing he’s become,, He settles for hugging you back. He can feel you cry at seeing him so defeated, hear your heart race and smell your smell (The shirt doesn’t do you justice). He allows himself to breathe you in. It’s time to go home <3

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uncuredturkeybacon · 3 months ago

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𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which paige is a nervous wreck

you’ve known paige bueckers for years.

known her game, her favorite gummy snacks, her pre-practice playlists, the way her eyes light up when she talks about basketball, and the way they soften when she looks at you. you’ve known her in every way a person can be known—on the court, off it, during tough losses and quiet victories.

and you’ve been dating her for nearly four years.

so when she starts acting weird—like, real weird—you’re confused. not “she misplaced her socks again” weird. not “she spent twenty minutes looking for her phone while it was in her hand” weird. no. this is a whole other level.

paige bueckers won’t look you in the eye.

not once during practice. not when you handed her the water bottle, not when you passed her a perfect bounce-pass in transition, not even when you hit a step-back three and turned to wink at her like always.

nothing. she flushed bright red and turned the other way.

you notice the way her voice stutters every time she speaks around you too.

“y-yeah, uh, good pass,” she mutters when you catch up to her in a fast break. "y-you look g-g—good, today,” she says like it physically hurts. and when you bump her hip and joke, “you alright, bueckers?” she just about implodes.

her teammates definitely notice.

“oh my god, she’s malfunctioning,” nika whispers dramatically during a water break, pointing a finger in your direction like you’re medusa and paige is slowly turning to stone.

“hey, coach, we might need to sub in a new point guard,” aubrey jokes. “this one’s lost all motor functions.”

even coach geno gets in on it. “you get hit in the head, paige?” he asks mid-practice when she completely misses a wide-open layup. “or are you just lovesick?”

laughter erupts in the gym.

you try to be gentle with her. she’s your girlfriend, after all. you’ve spent years memorizing every inch of her — every curve of her smile, every freckle she tries to pretend she doesn't have. you know she can be shy sometimes, but this? this is like first-crush-level nervousness.

and the worst part?

she’s not telling you anything.

that night, after another long, unusually awkward practice and enough teasing to last a lifetime, you corner her in your shared apartment.

she’s curled up on the couch, hoodie too big and pulled halfway over her face, like she’s hiding. her knees are tucked to her chest, and her phone is face down on the blanket beside her. she looks up when you walk in, then immediately looks back down.

“okay,” you say, arms crossed. “what’s going on with you?”

she gulps. “wh-what do you mean?”

you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer. “you’ve been acting like i’m gonna murder you every time i get within three feet of you.”

“no, i haven’t—”

“babe, you stuttered when i offered you a sip of gatorade today.”

“i-i just—maybe it was too cold—”

“paige.”

she freezes. you sit down next to her. she fidgets with the sleeves of her hoodie, fingers nervously twisting the fabric. you don’t say anything for a moment, waiting.

finally, she blurts:

“i wanted to ask you out on a date.”

you blink. “what?”

she finally meets your eyes, cheeks pink. “i wanted to ask you out. like, properly. like, a date. i was gonna do this cute thing with flowers and that coffee place you like and—yeah.”

you stare at her. then you start laughing.

paige looks like you just slapped her.

“i’m serious!” she insists, defensive and adorable. “i—i got nervous! i didn’t know how to bring it up! and then everyone was making fun of me, and you looked so—so good—and—”

“paige.”

“what?” she mumbles, looking away again.

“we’re already dating.”

she pauses. blinks.

“wait. what?”

you’re still laughing, hand on her thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles. “you asked me out four years ago, remember? after that summer league tournament. i wore that stupid neon headband, and you said i looked like a traffic cone.”

paige’s jaw drops. “oh my god.”

“i said yes, by the way. in case you forgot.”

she covers her face with both hands. “kill me. kill me now.”

you grin, pulling her hands away gently. “why the sudden nerves, bueckers?”

she groans. “i don’t know! i just… sometimes you walk into a room and i feel like i’m seventeen again and you don’t know i exist and i’m terrified you’ll say no.”

you melt.

“oh, baby.”

you crawl into her lap, straddling her, hands resting on her shoulders. her eyes flick up, just barely, and you can see how flustered she still is.

“you’ve got me,” you whisper. “you’ve had me. you don’t have to ask again.”

she exhales, head falling back against the couch. “okay, good. 'cause i was literally sweating all through practice.”

you giggle and lean forward, kissing her forehead. “you’re such a dork.”

“but i’m your dork.”

you kiss her properly then, soft and slow, until she relaxes into your touch.

the next day at practice, paige walks in looking smug and satisfied, hand held tightly in yours.

the teasing explodes.

“oh look!” nika calls out. “she remembered they’re dating!”

“was the amnesia temporary or…?”

“someone call the ncaa, paige finally made a shot without combusting.”

even geno claps sarcastically when she nails her first three-pointer.

“glad to see your motor functions returned, bueckers. maybe next practice you can remember your girlfriend lives with you.”

you lean in and whisper, “you’ll never live this down.”

paige groans, face buried in your shoulder.

but you both know the truth.

she might act like she’s still trying to win you over—but that’s the thing about paige bueckers. she falls for you every day like it’s the first time.

and you love her all the more for it.

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paarksunghoon · 9 months ago

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Sunghoon trying to stay sane and respectful but your love for mini skirts and barely there tops are testing his patience day by day. He's not a horn dog but God when you press against him, so soft, so pretty and oh so naive..do you not notice your entire cleavage hanging out for his eyes to drink in, or the skirt riding up your luscious thighs as you rant about your day?

as someone who wears mini skirts all the time…nbgngngn. i’m also pretty high but reading this really put a number on me so sorry for typos lol

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Sunghoon is a skirt chaser.

He’s always loved seeing girls wearing them since it made their legs look longer. It didn’t matter much to him—short girls or tall girls—he loved seeing ass peeking out from under the skirt and how they’d always tug at the hem to pull it down. Sunghoon doesn’t date much either (although that definitely wasn’t because nobody wanted him like that either; he wasn’t looking for that type of commitment).

He loved the kind of skirts that paired well for going out. Sure, the solid color staples pieces were cute. But the way silk touches the skin and how hips sway in these fabrics was enough to make his mouth salivate.

When you started wearing them, Sunghoon became perplexed.

You, his best friend since twelve, seemed to have ditched jeans and long dresses for short skirts and baby tees. In the past few months, he’s seen you switch up your wardrobe to the point where he was sure you had more than enough mini skirts to last you a lifetime. They came in all colors and styles, one for every color underneath the rainbow and then some. His friends all noticed this too, eyes following your ass every time you walked in front of them. That made him mad.

The thing is, you have an amazing ass and your tits always sit so pretty. He tries not to stare and gawk at you every time you wear these kinds of clothes. You keep it fairly tame when you’re in broad daylight and push the boundaries on a night out. You don’t seem to care that his friends stare at you every time you try to cover yourself up from a gust of wind or when you bend down. Sunghoon has probably seen your panties too many times.

He really doesn’t understand why all of these feelings are bubbling up. He’s seen you in bikinis and didn’t react like this. Sunghoon is confused but that doesn’t stop his dick from getting hard every time he pictures your outfits when he’s in the safety of his bedroom.

His favorite way to get off is by pushing his back against the bed frame and spreading his legs, holding his fist in a circle and he pumps himself up and down. Sunghoon pictures you riding him in one of your infamous mini skirts, looking up at the ceiling and imagining what you’d look like on top of him. He thinks about how he’d look down and the dirty affair would be covered by the fabric, as if thinking about fucking your best friend wasn’t weird.

Sunghoon is pulled back to reality when you squeeze his bicep in lieu of a greeting.

“Do you have our tickets?”

He nearly jumps out of his skin. “Jesus, Y/N. You need to warn a guy before you creep up on them.”

“All I did was touch your arm!” His cheeks feel hot as you laugh. “Were you in deep thought, or something?”

His eyes flicker to the shortest skirt he’s ever seen you wear but scoffs, playing it off. “Nah. You’re as quiet as a mouse.”

“Well this mouse wants to go inside.”

You don’t wait for him to answer you. Sunghoon feels you tug him by the hand towards the security line in front of the concert venue. You’ve been a bit more physical with him lately, tugging on his arm and sifting your fingers through his hair whenever he’d lay his head on top of yours. He only ever means to for a brief second in the way friends do, but he hesitates to pull away once you tug at his roots.

The artist is a band you two discovered a few years back and he was in charge of buying the concert tickets for the both of you. Sunghoon sees the fruit of his labor pay off when you’re both standing inside after you both pass through security. The venue is crowded and small, but you’re sure everybody is too high out of their minds to notice people bumping into them anyway.

As the two of you walk closer towards the middle, it starts to get tighter. Sunghoon moves you in front of him and puts his hands on your waist to guide you and doesn’t mind that your arms are resting on top of his.

You don’t move away from him once you’ve joined others either. He noticed that you’re a bit shorter than everyone else around you. “Do you want to get on my shoulders during your favorite songs?”

“No, that’s okay. I want to dance.”

He looks down at your skirt. “Mhm, let me know if you change your mind.

The two of you wait until the show begins and you’re talking to him about how excited you are for tonight but all he can think about is how he could cop a feel if he really wanted to. The skirt you’re wearing provides him easy access to touch you but he refuses to act on his urges, often flexing his fingers to calm himself down.

Halfway through the show and everyone is having a great time. You’ve danced for an hour straight and feel your legs wobbling after jumping and screaming the lyrics to Sunghoon. He’s a bit taken aback when you rest your back against his chest but tries not to think too much into it.

But you stay like that for a while and he can feel the fabric of your skirt. He toys with it absentmindedly as he nods his head to the melody until he feels your legs tensing against him. When he looks down, your thighs are squished together.

Fuck. He wonders if you’re horny.

Sunghoon hooks his chin over your shoulder and peeks down below to where his hands graze the hem of your mini skirts. When you don’t motion for him to move away, he grunts when his hands start to disappear and moans directly in your ear when his fingers touch your panties. It’s only then does he realize how wet you are.

His other arm is secured over your waist and you grip onto him at the sudden contact across your blooming core. He swipes his index and middle fingers back and forth to gauge just how wet you’ve become, smearing it all over your panties. It brings a gasp out of you and he pushes his lap against your ass.

It’s too much and he’s too hard. Neither of you are paying much attention to the show anymore, too wrapped up in your own little world to focus on anything else. Sunghoon nearly moans out loud when he realizes you’re allowing him to hump you from behind.

“Are you trying to ruin this friendship?”

Sunghoon feels you nod against him and the two of you head out of the venue and into his car. He tries to keep it in his pants on the ten minute drive back to his apartment. You don’t fuss when Sunghoon shoves his hand between your legs and keeps rubbing over your pussy as he drives, one hand on the wheel while he plays with you. Your best friend bites his lip and tenses when arousal gushes out of you.

“Recline and open your legs wider, baby.” You do as he says and he pats your clit twice. “Good girl, listening to me like that.” He switches his ministrations and brings his thumb to rub over your clit in back and forth motions. “Need to make sure you stay wet.”

And stay wet you do. You’re wet all the way home where he locks the two of you in his place until he’s dropping to his knees and pushing your chest against the wall. Sunghoon puts his face between your legs and licks up the arousal clinging to your panties while spreading your cheeks apart with his big hands, squeezing when you yelp.

He pulls the pathetic fabric aside and sticks his tongue into you, prying yourself open for his viewing. His warmth breath fans over your core and it has you pushing back against his face until his tongue licks you up in repeated motions.

Sunghoon doesn’t really care that he’s too horny for foreplay and neither do you, apparently, because when you hear sunghoon unzip his pants and take them off, you’re taking your panties off and taking your shoes off too. He grabs himself and aligns his tip with your hole before pushing all of himself inside.

You’re so wet. It’s so hot. He fucks you like he’s got enough stamina to last a lifetime and your tits bounce against the walls at the pace he’s set. He pulls back far enough that he nearly slips out every time but without fail, Sunghoon will make sure his dick stays wet the entire time you’re with him.

He pulls you back onto the couch with his cock still lodged inside of you, manhandling your body until he’s got you on his lap and your feet are placed by his knees. Sunghoon pushes his hips upwards and fucks you like this, balls slapping your clit with every thrust. He moans when you moan, the emptiness of his apartment filled up by erotic noises that only spur on his orgasm.

Your release triggers his. When he feels your cum seeping down onto the base, Sunghoon shoots his thick ropes into you but doesn’t stop thrusting. Albeit lazier and more random, he keeps his frantic pace and lets you dig your fingers into him while you wonder how your best friend made you cum so fast.

“Fuck!” you moan when Sunghoon pulls out just to push himself back in once he’s made your body lay in front of him.

“You’re so fucking sexy in these things.” He acknowledges the skirt by flipping the fabric with his fingers. Sunghoon doesn’t give you enough time to reply but you’re too busy moaning to care about the consequences anyway. “Wear them more often and I’ll fuck you like this every time.”

Since when is your best friend so good at dirty talk?!

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alastorss · 1 year ago

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Hi! I hope you're having a good day! I've been thinking, how would Alastor react to the reader casually saying stuff like "I like your laugh, it's nice," and "You voice is really soothing," out of the blue.

a/n: oh i loooooved writing this ^ ^ he would 100% be the type to try and hide that he actually likes the compliments but fail miserably. thank you and i hope you like this!

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You'd like to say you know everything about Alastor, but that's far from the truth.

You know his mother's jambalaya recipe, sure, and that he takes his coffee black. You've memorized the intro of his morning broadcast, and learned the feeling of his chin propped on your shoulder.

There are pieces of Alastor you know like the back of your hand, but somehow you've never even scratched the surface of deciphering him. He was just like that, you suppose—an enigma wrapped in another mystery that would take a lifetime to unravel.

The only thing he liked more than his secrets was keeping them, after all.

And he especially enjoyed toying with you—dangling little tidbits of trivia about him in front of your face and snatching it away when you inevitably took the bait. He'd laugh about it, too, saying you were so adorable for trying.

For some time you had hypothesized that his ears were a good way of gauging his real thoughts about matters, but he was irritatingly good at controlling those as well. Not even the slightest twitch to give away his inner monologue.

"You are so annoying, you know that?" You once told him while brushing your teeth, words coming out muffled from your toothbrush. Minty foam gathered at your mouth while you glared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

He only laughed, as he always did, and propped his chin on your shoulder.

"How rude!" He chastised you playfully.

You leaned down to rinse your mouth. "I'm just saying," you muttered after standing tall again, "I wish I knew what was going through that head of yours sometimes."

Unsurprisingly, Alastor's expression was unreadable.

He opted to bite your cheek and walk away from the conversation after that, not bothering to enlighten you even slightly.

You watched him from across the bathroom, eyeing the way his shadow danced around him with a mind of its own before it disappeared into the darkness.

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His downfall began with a comment you made after you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.

He had been reading the latest article about the Vees to you out loud, practically singing his amusement with how terrible this column had painted out Vox to be. With fame came criticism, of course, and Alastor would happily sit there and criticize Vox all day if he could.

Your head hit his shoulder quick and he sighed, ears perking at the familiar sound of your slowing breaths. (He didn't bother waking you. It's not like he had much else to do at the time.)

"Your voice is so soothing," you shrugged when you finally awoke. "The static is like... comforting white noise for me, or something."

'Or something?' he wanted to ask.

He didn't, because he didn't really care for an explanation further than that. (He definitely didn't avoid prying because he felt something warm in his chest knowing you thought that way about him.)

It kept happening after that, as much as he wishes it didn't.

Little comments you slid into conversation so casually—tiny compliments and teases that drove him up the wall. They were softening him up, flattering him in dangerous ways.

The demon felt his sanity wearing thin with each passing day, making tremendous efforts to hide the way your slips made him warm.

He's sure he is about to crack. At any moment, his ears will flick or his cheeks will cherub with genuine joy because you can't keep your words to yourself. But he's done well for himself thus far, pat on the back, for not gratifying you.

He mentally groans when you join him at the bar, eyeing his drink. "It's the middle of the day," you point out.

"And you've come to scold me?" He tuts.

"I've come to join you, actually."

Alastor chuckles, voice missing it's usual static filter. He reaches over to pour you a glass when you smile at him.

"You have a nice laugh."

He nearly shatters the glass in his hands.

You snicker quietly, leaning over the bar to creep under his face which is scrunched up in concentration.

"What's wrong? I like your laugh, you should do it more!"

Taking a deep breath, the Radio Demon reaches over to pinch your nose. You yelp and jerk away from him, glaring.

"Flattery will get you nowhere~" he sings.

Your head tilts to the side in confusion. There's a smugness to your gaze that makes him feel like a trapped animal, and he realizes that you've known all along what you've done to him.

"Oh, but I think it does," you laugh, nodding to his shadow burned into the floor.

Its smile is uncharacteristically soft, missing all semblance of its usual fangs and sharp edges. Howling in embarrassment, the shadow dives away, abandoning its owner to confront you alone.

All this time, his shadow had been the one betraying him. Through all the times he had forced his ears to stay rigid, with all the effort to maintain his mask of indifference, you'd seen where he had overlooked.

His jaw clenches so hard he can feel his teeth grinding into each other. "You are perceptive, my dear."

"No," you giggle. "You're just bad at hiding how you feel. I think it's cute."

Alastor glowers at you, but his ears flop back and forth atop his head at your praise anyway.

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orphicsun · 7 months ago

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CAMGIRL ELLIE

Camgirl Ellie AU: Ellie Williams x Fem! reader

Description: Ellie is a broke college student whose options are either selling weed on campus or doing filthy things on live for her mainly female audience. When another famous camgirl joins one of her lives, she is about to have the collab of a lifetime.

Content / Warnings: Femme camgirl reader, headcannon-style fic, explicit content, Jesse and Dina make cameos woah, Ellie is all cute and nervous for the first half, masturbation on camera, fingering & oral sex, use of strap-ons, reader is on receiving end, feminine reader, use of petnames (baby and mamas), breeding kinks, mult. orgasms. Enjoy the ride.

Word Count: 3.3k

★ Camgirl Ellie who is a sophomore in college, so broke and extremely desperate come with the territory. Like, Taco Bell is a luxury broke, and desperate as in she has applied to every job around campus. She even thought about dealing for a while, but as much as she loves a good smoke sesh, she'd rather not risk getting kicked out of school for something as dumb as selling blunts.

★ Camgirl Ellie who laughed when her friend Jesse suggested her being a camgirl.

"Why the fuck would I give old creepy dudes jerk-off material?"

Jesse laughed, grabbing a handful of cheetos from the bag in her hand. "Dude, you wouldn't be doing it for men. I mean, look at you." Jesse took a good, hard look at his friend; the several silver rings across her five fingers, a short-sleeve blue button up layered over a white wife-pleaser, and for god's sake, a pair of jorts that only Ellie could pull off. "You're clearly not for the male gaze."

After much (15 minutes) contemplation, she decided that maybe it'd be fun to get attention from girls and money at the same time.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is actually rather awkward and quiet around girls in the real world, cursing "fuck" under her breath when she sees a pretty girl but just doesn't know how to impress women in a way that doesn't come off as too forward or weird. That being said, she actually likes having a persona online where she can say anything she wants, and she definitely abuses the fact that she is allowed to say anything she truly feels like saying, and women will go crazy for it.

Sitting on her couch, propping up her iphone 11 on the coffee table with a pop socket she got like, 6 years ago so that the fans have a wonderful view of her stroking a strap-on with cheap lube she picked up from her local Walmart. Her bush is slightly peeking out from the harness, and the fans are getting filthy. Not as filthy as camgirl Ellie, though.

"Fuck, feels so good on my clit.." she groans, throwing her head back dramatically.

dykeluvr69 commented: oh my god y'all her happy trail i'm throbbing

wet4williams commented: i wish i could ride that strap

andersonsabs33 commented: mid💀

Ellie squints, anticipating all the thirsty comments, and scoffs at one, her hand jerking away from the silicone shaft for a moment to tell off some random.

"Suck my dick, andersonabs33."

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: me next please!!

★ Camgirl Ellie who doesn't always have to be explicit to even get views. She finds that focusing the camera on her fingers while strumming her guitar can work wonders online. If she has had an exhausting day or is feeling anxious about getting naked in front of an overwhelmingly growing audience, she can always just show off her hands or say sweet things to her fans.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is not a virgin. She's had a few past girlfriends, no casual sex, but is pretty experienced from her long-term relationships. That being said, she never once has considered doing actual sex on camera for money. That changes when another famous (and nearby) camgirl joins her livestream.

Ellie's once again on her couch, two fingers doing figure eights on her clit as the view count rises. She's basically man-spreading to give her girls the best view possible, and not holding back from letting out breathy little groans and loud curses. Her fans go crazy when she has her tits out, so her sports bra is hitched up, her perky tits free and her nipples stiff.

"F-Feels so good, holy shit, wanna cum for my girls so bad," she groans, closing her eyes. Ellie doesn't view real masturbation as anything like her online work; if she were actually to be playing with her pussy all alone with no audience, she'd cum by now. But that doesn't make a profit, no. Longer time is important, and the more she ups the antics, teases her fans, the more comments can come in. The more donations arise and all that good shit.

Ellie teases her entrance with her middle finger, and her eyes flutter open as she eases the digit past her puffy folds.

She reads through the chat to hold out from cumming too quickly.

elliessluttygirl commented: i wish that was my hand playing w ur pussy ellie:(

Ellie smiles, curling her finger and moaning. She smiles lazily. "Yeah, slutty girl..wish it was yours, too."

As she adds a second finger upon the majority request in her comment section, she pauses at the feed.

urfavfemme has joined the livestream. Say hi!

Holy fuck. Ellie hasn't seen your videos, but the pink checkmark on your name means you're verified. Suddenly, Ellie is nervous as hell now. How is she supposed to act now, with some famous, probably fine woman watching her? She swallows and continues bucking up into her palm, but her fingers are slightly shaky now.

urfavfemme commented: ur pussy is so pretty.

Ellie laughs nervously at that. What the fuck is happening? But maybe she can use the situation to her advantage.

" 'urfavfemme', huh? Cute username," she coos, a little breathlessly because now she's getting closer to cumming, her nerves dying down as her fingers massage her sensitive walls. Ellie is so fucked up, she thinks to herself. She doesn't even know what you look like yet, why is she getting so crazed by you complimenting her?

urfavfemme commented: i wanna see that pretty pussy squirt please..

Ellie moans and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, trying to wrap her head around it all. She gets dozens of comments just like these, thirsty ass girls drooling to her playing with herself or showing off a strap-on. Why is it that the idea of you, a self-proclaimed 'femme' making these comments is the thing that makes her belly all hot with the familiar ache of true need?

pixiestickpussy commented: holy shit this is so hot

wet4williams commented: is it just me or is smth going on with ellie and this camgirl chick

imonherefortheporn69 commented: i checked out the girl's content she's super hot dude

Ellie's head is spinning at the whole situation. It's overwhelming and she wants to just turn off the camera, but she's so close and getting desperate to cum. It is just so fucking hard when all of her girls are in an uproar over you.

urfavfemme commented: stretch me out on those fingers.

"Oh- Oh, my fucking god!! 'm cumming-" Ellie can barely keep herself from crying out as the waves shoot through her body throughout, a finger covering her clit to extend the orgasm that hits her so deeply. Her fingers are soaked more than usual, juices trickling down her knuckles. Her other palm is massaging over her tits, and for a moment, she forgets she is on camera. Forgets the thousands of people watching her, probably fingering themselves just like her. The though that is usually so overwhelming is forgotten.

Her body is warm, and if she could describe how this nut feels right about now, she'd say it's hot pink. It's light lightning, and for some reason, all she can repeat in her head is "thank you thank you thank you urfavfemme" because seriously, this has been one of the most insane experiences of her life. When she finally comes down, she has to take a few moments to catch her breath.

The aftermath of it all hits her. She did not just cum like she does in private. The usually dramatic orgasms the viewers got are nothing like that, and for what? Some girl she hasn't even seen yet?

The comments are going off, praising her and thirsting like she's never seen before, but she is still panting and flushed on her couch.

urfavfemme has donated $1000.

urfavfemme has left the livestream. Bye!

Ellie is quickly turning off the stream with a half-assed goodbye, and collapsing back onto her couch. She cannot believe that she just lost control like that. Her mind is processing the huge donation, too. A whole thousand is more than she's ever gotten in donations on a single live. How famous are you?

Ellie can't dwell much, because as her body cools down, she realizes how soaked the towel she is sitting on is. Oh, my god. She actually squirted on live.

★ Camgirl Ellie who searches up your username on google a few days following the squirting contest incident, and is soon brought to a url that hits her like a flashbang as soon as it loads on her ancient ass laptop. Her screen is covered in pink, and a pretty white font with your username is front and center. She then sees your face and nearly nuts. You're fucking gorgeous, definitely out of her league.. How are you the same girl that talked her through an intense orgasm over a livestream the other night?

★ Camgirl Ellie who spends the next few hours watching your videos. She has found a new obsession, that's for sure.

She has hearts in her eyes watching you bounce on a fairly-sized dildo suctioned to your floor, helplessly groaning with a hand down her basketball shorts as your pussy swallows the length of the toy. Your moans are what really gets her. You sound like anything but the pornstars she's heard, instead moaning like you're really getting it. And suddenly, Ellie wants to be the one to give it to you.

★ Camgirl Ellie who types out various messages to send to your gmail so conveniently linked on your website until she finally settles on something not too awkward

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Collab? Dear urfavfemme,

You were in my livestream the other day. I'm Ellie from the camgirl website, and I wanna know if you'd like to collab? (If you're around my area, of course).

Reading it back after she sent it, she sighs. That looks way too fucking professional for a request to do porn together.

★ Camgirl Ellie who anxiously waits for about an hour, not even Borderlands 3 able to distract her before she finally gets an email back.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Collab?

Hi!! I'm in Fairview, WY if you're near? I'd love to collab:)

★ Ellie, who is freaking the fuck out now. She hadn't had sex in two years since Dina traumatized her with the worst break-up possible, and you're one of the hottest girls she's ever seen. Plus, she is only an hour away from you.

Jesse laughs when she rants to him about the whole thing.

"So you've got a fine ass girl offering to have sex with you? What's the problem?"

Ellie scoffs and gives him a glare, but there isn't any true malice. "That's the problem, idiot! She is way hotter than me. Plus, I haven't even had any practice in so long. What if I can't make her cum? What if I embarrass myself on live in front of both of our fan-"

"C'mon man, you gotta get out of your head about this. Does she seem nice?"

Ellie nods.

Jesse sighs, and slightly softens his tough-love look. "Look, she is probably just as nervous as you are. Give yourself a break, and go have fun with the pretty femme girl."

★ Camgirl Ellie who shows up at your apartment a little earlier than she meant to. She didn't mean to speed, but she was nervous on the road, anxiously tapping the steering wheel.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is greeted by you in a robe and what she assumes is going to be either nothing or lingerie underneath. That makes her heart beat even faster. She feels like she's gonna puke from how nervous she is, you're even more gorgeous up close.

★ Camgirl Ellie who takes in your bedroom compared to her own small apartment's bedroom. You've got posters covering your walls of various artists like PinkPantheress and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts; your bedsheets match your whole feminine vibe, and you have a whole camera set up with a stand. There's a box with a harness and different sizes of dildos inside of it. All of this is making Ellie even more nervous, like, shit her pants nervous.

You seem to take notice of her nerves, because you have clear concern on your face as you guide her to sit on your bed.

"You okay, Ellie?" voice so sweet and soothing, it could make her heart stop.

"Yeah..I'm okay.." she sighs, and anxiously chews on her lip, "I'm just like, me.. and you're super hot and all-"

Ellie's self-doubt is choked off when you cup her face, leaning in. "Do you know why I donated?"

"Why?" Ellie sounds shaky, a little confused on where this is going.

You give her a sweet smile, your glossy lips catching the ceiling light. You lean in even closer so that you can speak quietly, intimately. "I thought that you were easily one of the hottest camgirls I've ever seen on the website."

Ellie's eyebrows shoot up at that. "No fuckin' way you think that.."

Your smile doesn't falter, and you lean in even closer. "I do. I want you to fuck me, Ellie."

★ Camgirl Ellie who didn't know how passionately one could eat a pussy until she got a taste of yours. With the camera all set up and the live on, viewers roll in quickly at the promise of a collab between their two favorite lesbian camgirls. Ellie never forgot about the camera when it came to her solo steams, but you just have an effect on her that makes her head dizzy and her pussy throb, and all of a sudden she has her tongue deep in your wet pussy, alternating between tonguing your hole and tasting your clit. You're sprawled out on your bed, completely naked with Ellie between your thighs, and your moans are even louder than usual. They're angelic sounds that make the comments roll in like crazy.

dykeluvr69 commented: ellie eats pussy like a madman and i am so jealous rn

andersonabs33 commented: she's too sloppy with it, slow tf down girl.

This time, Ellie is far too blissed out devouring you to even pull away and tell the troll to fuck off.

"Mmmph, pussy tastes so fuckin' good.." You can't make out her muffled declaration, but the vibrations on your clit have you creaming for her.

Your pussy just sings for her. Three orgasms in, and she hasn't even used the strap she's wearing yet. She wants to savor every soft whimper you make when she nibbles on your neck before making out with you, tongue shoving into your mouth so that you can take your own perfect pussy on her tongue.

★ Camgirl Ellie whose fingers curl inside of you relentlessly, pumping into you, coaxing out orgasms like it's nothing. To her though, it is truly everything. You cry like you're pleading for her to never stop. It feels like hours that she's been tending to the perfect cunt you've got between your legs, and she doesn't know where she even learned half of the shit she's done. It isn't too hard to please you when she craves your sounds, though. She craves the feeling of your thighs squeezing the apples of her cheeks, making her lightheaded.

★ Camgirl Ellie who saves best for last, finally rubbing girthy silicone against your clit, making you whine in the process. That sound goes straight to her clit.

She grins with a newfound confidence, one she think that she has been given from a witchy ritual or something, not lesbian camgirl sex.

"You want me to fuck you good, baby? Fuck you 'till you squirt on my dick like you made me squirt?"

"Please, fuck, Ellie..." You're babbling nonsense at this point, legs spread wide and knees almost to your ears at you nearly sob for her dick.

"C'mon mamas, I wanna hear you beg for me." She taps the tip against your clit repeatedly, holding you down by the back your thighs to keep you from trying to squirm for more.

"Please, Ellie!! Fuck me, make me cum. I want your dick."

Ellie groans as she finally parts your soaked folds with the tip, sinking into your heat slowly as to not hurt you, but she soon finds that your walls are just swallowing her completely. All that foreplay must've really paid off.

★ Camgirl Ellie who practically goes from a nervous wreck to a pornstar in a matter of minutes, because she insists that she can feel how tight you are around her huge dick.

"Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you scream my name." She manhandles your legs around her waist so that she can hold your hips while she pounds into you, creating a whole bonfire of heat in your pussy.

"Feel you so deep in me, Ellie!" You almost break when she starts leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"Yeah? Gonna make you feel me in your tummy, mamas. Gonna put a baby in you." Where in the hell did that come from? You both roll with it, if not getting even more riled up by the idea of Ellie cumming in you and knocking you up.

"Please, Ellie. 'm g-gonna cum for you-" before you can finally have your orgasm, it's ripped away as she pulls out of you. You can't even protest or make a loud whine before Ellie is flipping you onto your stomach, frantic to tuck one of your pink pillows underneath your tummy. She lines back up with your sloppy hole, slamming back into it to earn herself an actual sob from you.

You cry into the pillow, not from pain at all. No, this is probably one of the best fucks you've ever had in your life. Ellie doesn't start slow again but rather pistons her hips into yours, bony hips slamming into the fat of your ass upon each thrust until you finally get the intense orgasm you need.

"Pleaseknockmeup-" you cum with a broken cry, a couple euphoric tears streaming down your face. Your poor bedsheets, all soaked from you and Ellie's pussies and your tears. At this angle with the pillow raising you, you believe you can truly feel Ellie all up in your stomach. The waves are more like knots of a rope being snapped in half deep inside of you, and Ellie only keeps you riding the pleasure with her little sloppy grunts audible behind you.

Ellie groans as the friction to her own clit is vastly more intense with each grind to meet your body, and now she is humping your ass to get herself off. After she cums with a "gonna fucking cum in this pussy", she goes limp on top of you, her sweaty body covering yours, her tits pressed against your back in a way that is more comforting than arousing now.

★ Camgirl Ellie and you who entirely forget about the live and fall asleep in your bed together, snuggled up with you the big spoon, and the cum-coated strap on thrown somewhere across the room. Your bodies are flush against each other and your hands are wrapped around Ellie’s stomach, holding her closely.

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: aw this is actually kind of cute

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violetszn · 3 months ago

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summary ✩ how does one deal with drunkenly kissing your roommate last night? by pretending it never happened apparently. or at least, that seemed to be the route you and vi were taking after the eventful night you had. things had definitely changed, though, and everyone could see it.

warnings ✩ 8.3k ✩ swearing, arguing, miscommunication (definitely won’t be the last time), there’s a guy that’s a gross asshole, a few different time/scene skips

notes ✩ been trying to update this weekly to the day but i keep missing a day 🤧

⇦ chapters ⇨

You wake up with a groan, your head pounding as if a jackhammer is drilling straight into your skull. Your mouth is dry, your body feels sluggish, and the events of last night are a mess of flashing lights, pulsing music, and… Vi.

Fuck.

Blurry flashes of her hands on your waist, her lips close to yours, her voice low and teasing — her lips on yours, her hand gripping your thigh. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to sort through what was real and what might’ve just been the haze of alcohol.

Forcing yourself out of bed, you head into the bathroom, getting cleaned up. You then shuffle out of your room, drawn by the faint sound of movement in the kitchen.

Vi is standing at the stove, stirring something in a mug, her back turned to you. The scent of honey and something herbal fills the air, and your stomach turns, but in a grateful way.

At the sound of your footsteps, Vi glances over her shoulder, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Morning, trouble,” she teases, her voice lighter than you expected. She gestures toward the counter, where a glass of water and a few pills sit. “Figured you’d need that.”

You mumble a hoarse ‘thanks’ before downing the water, wincing at the way your body protests the movement.

A moment later, Vi hands you the mug she was stirring. “Tea. Should help with the hangover.”

You take it from her, the warmth instantly soothing against your palms. As you blow on the surface, neither of you say anything about last night.

Vi watches you carefully, her fingers drumming against the counter. Did you even remember? Should she bring it up?

Instead, she settles for her usual teasing grin. “Rough night, huh?”

You roll your eyes playfully but don’t disagree, sipping your tea in silence.

Vi leans against the counter, sipping her own tea as she watches you swirl yours around in your mug. The smug glint in her eyes tells you she’s enjoying this a little too much.

“How are you not dying right now?” you grumble, rubbing your temples.

Vi chuckles, the sound low and amused. “You call this a hangover? I’ve dealt with worse.”

You peek up at her through squinted eyes, curiosity piqued. “Yeah? Like what?”

She smirks, shaking her head. “Let’s just say there was a time when I didn’t exactly pace myself.” She takes another sip of tea. “Got my ass kicked in a fight once while still drunk. Not my proudest moment.”

You blink at her. “You fought while wasted?”

Vi shrugs. “Didn’t plan on it. Just… happened.” She sets her tea down and gives you a lazy grin. “But, I still walked away in pretty okay shape. Can’t say the same for the other guy.”

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “Of course you did.”

Vi watches as you attempt to sit up straighter, only to groan as the pounding in your skull reminds you of your condition. Before you can react, her hand is at your forehead, gently brushing hair out of your face. It’s the lightest touch, barely there, but it sends a warm shiver down your spine.

“You look rough, sweetheart,” she murmurs.

Your breath catches. Another nickname. It rolls off her tongue so smoothly, like she’s been calling you that for a lifetime.

Your heart stumbles over itself, your headache momentarily forgotten as you meet her eyes. “You—”

Before you can question it, Vi’s already moving, grabbing the tea she made for you and pressing it back into your hands. “Drink up. It’ll help, I promise.”

You take the cup, fingers brushing against hers in the exchange. She doesn’t pull away immediately, her fingertips lingering against your skin just a second too long.

It’s so subtle, so casual, yet it makes heat crawl up your neck. The way she’s watching you; relaxed, teasing, yet just a little too attentive. It’s driving you insane.

You clear your throat, looking anywhere but at her. “Thanks,” you mumble, taking a careful sip.

Vi smiles softly but says nothing, her gaze burning into you before she finally takes a step back, giving you space to breathe.

Except space is far from what you want.

The cafe is warm, filled with the scent of espresso and fresh pastries, the low hum of conversation blending with the quiet clack of typing and the rustle of pages turning. You sit at a small corner table with your student, textbook open, explaining a particularly tricky concept when a familiar figure steps through the door.

Vi.

She spots you immediately, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips as she strolls toward you, effortlessly confident. She’s wearing her usual jacket, sleeves pushed up to reveal the strong lines of her forearms and the ink of her tattoo showcased on her arms. She’s carrying something in her hand. It isn’t until she’s standing next to your table, dropping the item in front of you, that you realize what it is.

Your notebook. The one with all of your tutoring notes. The one you hadn’t even realized was missing yet. Your mouth opens slightly in surprise as you glance down at it, then back up at Vi, who looks far too pleased with herself.

"Figured you'd need this," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "Saw it on the counter before you left. Thought I'd save you the panic attack when you finally noticed."

You blink at her, warmth pooling in your chest despite the teasing in her voice. "You… came all the way here just to bring this to me?"

Vi shrugs like it’s nothing, but there’s something softer in her expression. "It’s on the way to class," she lies. You both know it’s not. The small studio she teaches boxing in is in the opposite direction of the cafe — in fact coming here first adds an extra 20 minutes to her route.

Your student watches the exchange with clear curiosity, eyes darting between you and Vi, and suddenly, you’re hyper aware of the way she’s looking at you. Like this isn’t just some casual favor — like she’d do so much more if you asked.

"Thanks, Violet," you say, trying to sound casual, but your voice comes out a little too soft.

Vi nods, her smile softening before she pats the back of your chair lightly. "No problem, sweetheart." Then, with one last glance at you, she turns and heads for the door, leaving behind a lingering warmth that stays with you long after she’s gone.

“That your girlfriend?”

“What— her? Vi? N-no, no. She’s not. She’s just… she’s my… roommate. Anyways, next problem, yeah?” You awkwardly flip open your notebook, ignoring the way your student eyes you curiously.

You’d picked up on the subtle changes in your relationship over time. The way Vi’s hand would linger on the small of your back when she passed by, how she’d casually throw an arm around your shoulders when you walked together. Personal space had become practically nonexistent — her legs draping over yours on the couch, her body pressed close when you’re both in the kitchen, her hand in your hair, ruffling it with a smirk when she walked by.

And then there were the nicknames. Trouble. Sweetheart. Sunshine. Baby. They fell from her lips so naturally now, as if she barely even thought about it. But you thought about it, every single time.

The more time you spent together, the more you realized just how well you worked as roommates. The way you both naturally fell into a rhythm, like you’d been living together for years rather than months. You had your own unspoken routines — her making sure there was always tea stocked in the kitchen for you, you making sure there was extra protein powder in the cabinet for her shakes. She’d walk you to class when she had the time, and you’d grab her one of her favorite treats when she was running late to meet you at the cafe.

A few of her students in her boxing classes have had to quit so she’s found herself with a bit more free time. Too much free time if you ask her. She’s tried to fill a lot of it with you. Picking you up on days she usually didn’t, waiting for your tutoring sessions to finish, picking up your favorite treat so it’s already there for you after dealing with a rather stressful student. “‘s okay. I don’t mind really, it’s just until I find something else to do with my free time, sweetheart.”

It’s sometime before the two of you head out to meet Powder and after another long tutoring session that Vi casually drops, “Thinkin’ about joining the football team. What do you think?”

You blink up at her from the couch as you lace up your boots. “The… football team? Like the actual team?”

Vi smirks, lounging back against the couch. “Yeah. Figured it could be fun and gives me something else to do. And, y’know, I could use another excuse to knock some people around.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “I think you do that enough already, Violet.”

She laughs. “Come on, Sunshine. I’ll look good in the jersey, promise.”

As if she doesn’t already look good in everything. You shake your head, but there’s no real protest behind it.

“Will you have the time? I know you have more free time but is it enough?”

She nods, motioning vaguely. “I’m down two students for my classes so that’s less hours and I can always move my class time around to fit with my football schedule.”

“Then yeah. I think you’d be great at it. And you’d look great in a jersey.”

Something flickers in her expression at that, something warm and pleased before she nods. “Guess I’m joining, then.” Just like that, as if your opinion is the only one that matters. She grins, standing up and holding her hand out to you. She tugs you from the couch and you’re off, making your way to the Last Drop.

Today was your day off but that didn’t stop you from showing up. With all the time you’ve spent here, this place is like your home away from home. Even when it’s packed full of strangers and overly-hyped people.

Vi’s leading you to the bar, you taking your seat in the barstool and Vi taking her usual spot, planted right beside you, practically standing between your legs as she keeps you close. Ekko and Powder join you, Powder rambling about some movie they’d seen before they got here.

You’d gotten so comfortable together, so natural, that you hadn’t even blinked an eye at the feeling of her hand finding its usual spot on your thigh. It seemed whenever you were in a crowded place like this, she found some form of solace in keeping you close and her hands on you in some way or another. Not that you minded even in the slightest.

“—there’s just no way! We should go see it again tomorrow, how about you two? Busy?” Powder asks and Vi nods.

“Yeah, tryouts are tomorrow.” Vi shrugs and Powder raises a brow.

“Tryouts?”

“Yeah, your sister’s about to be the next football star at ZU.” Vi rolls her eyes squeezing your thigh gently.

“Oh ha-ha. I’m not gonna be some kinda star, I’m just trying out for the team, alright?” Vi waves down the bartender, ordering for you both as you continue the conversation with Powder. The night goes on, conversating, dancing - Powder even somehow got Vi to take part in karaoke. Now you’d heard Vi singing small tunes here or there but once she was behind that mic you quickly discovered that she could sing, despite her own claims.

As the night dwindles down, you find yourself standing around with Powder as Ekko excuses himself to the bathroom and Vi steps away for a moment to help Vander out. You were both moving slightly to the beat of the song that played as you nursed your drink and Powder was immersed in her conversation with whoever she was texting.

You were just about to take another sip from your drink, when a voice beside you made you pause.

“Hey,” a guy drawled, sidling up next to you. “You here with anybody?”

You blinked, turning to glance at him. He had that air of casual confidence that immediately put you on edge, like he was already assuming the answer he wanted.

“Yeah, some friends,” you replied easily, gesturing toward Powder, who was still lost in her own world, focused on adjusting the sights of a small gadget she was tinkering with.

The guy chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Nah, I mean, are you here with anybody? As in, is someone here lucky enough to be taking you home tonight?”

You hesitated, your grip tightening around your glass. The implication was clear, and the sudden attention made you uncomfortable. You opened your mouth to reply, but then, over his shoulder, you spotted Vi. She was setting down a box behind the counter but as she turned her head, her eyes flicked toward you. Almost instinctively, you found yourself blurting out, “Yeah actually. Goin’ home with her.”

You motioned towards Vi as she made her way back over to you and the guy let out a nervous huff. His expression shifted slightly, his confidence faltering. “Vi?” he echoed, like he misheard you. “Vander’s daughter, Vi? Taking you home?”

Before you could confirm, a familiar weight draped over your shoulders as Vi slid in beside you, wrapping an arm around you like it was second nature. “Hey, babe,” she murmured, her voice casual but pointed as she turned her head toward the guy, giving him an easy, lopsided grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He immediately straightened up, suddenly looking very aware of the situation he’d just walked into. “Oh, uh, right. Vi. Didn’t realize.” He let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to, uh… yeah. Didn’t mean to step on your toes — wasn’t trying to hit on your girl, I just… yeah.”

And with that, he made himself scarce.

Vi didn’t move her arm, letting it rest lazily over your shoulders as she grabbed your drink with her free hand, taking a sip. You didn’t say anything, just leaned into her in relief.

Powder, who had previously been absorbed in her phone, apparently texting Ekko, was now eyeing you two carefully. Ekko, returning from the bathroom, took one look at the way Vi was practically draped over you and let out a low, amused hum.

“Huh,” Powder mused.

“Yeah,” Ekko replied, subtly smirking.

Vi stayed close for the rest of the night, her touches lingering, her presence a constant warmth against your side. And for you, it wasn’t strange at all, just Vi being Vi. If anything, you figured she was still running off the remnants of adrenaline from running that guy off.

Eventually, the night wound down, and the four of you started heading out. Vi, as always, was glued to your side, her arm draped lazily over your shoulder. The cool night air hit as you stepped outside, and Vi was immediately tugging you closer, rubbing her hands up and down your arms like you were the one who needed warmth.

“You cold?” she asked, her voice softer now that it was just the two of you ahead while Ekko and Powder trailed behind.

“Not really,” you murmured, but you didn’t pull away either.

Vi smirked. “Right.” She squeezed your shoulder, her fingers brushing against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Behind you, Powder let out a quiet hmm, and Ekko just nodded like, yeah, that tracks.

When you finally made it home, Vi followed behind you like a lost puppy almost like it was routine, which, at this point, it was. Clinging to your presence until it’s time to go to your separate rooms. You let out a sigh as you kicked off your shoes, stretching your arms over your head. Vi leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you with something unreadable in her expression.

“Long night,” she murmured.

You hummed in agreement, stepping past her to grab a glass of water. But before you could, Vi’s hand caught your wrist, stopping you in place.

You turned to face her, confused. “What—”

“You know you can always tell me if someone’s bothering you, right?” she asked, her voice low and serious. “Not just random assholes at the bar. Anyone. Even if I’m the one doing something wrong — just let me know, yeah?”

Your breath hitched slightly at the sudden shift in tone, the intensity in her gaze. You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah,I know.”

Vi held your gaze for a second longer before she exhaled, her grip loosening but not quite letting go. “Good,” she said softly, then, almost as an afterthought, she added, “’Cause I don’t like seeing you uncomfortable. Especially not because of some dumbass who doesn’t know when to back off.”

Something warm curled in your chest at that. You swallowed. “Yeah, well… with you around, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that.”

Vi grinned, but there was something almost bashful about it, just for a moment. Then she gave your wrist one last squeeze before finally letting go. “Damn right.”

And just like that, the moment passed. Vi pushed off the counter, stretching her arms above her head with a groan. “Alright, I should head to bed.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the weird sense of disappointment that crept up at the thought of her going to her room for the night. You couldn’t help but think back to the conversation with that guy.

Someone here lucky enough to be taking you home tonight?

Yeah. Goin’ home with her.

It was true enough but… part of you wished you were doing a bit more than just going home with her.

“Yeah. Get some sleep.”

Vi stepped toward her room door but hesitated, turning back at the last second. She smirked, reaching out to brush her finger down your arm playfully. “Dream about me, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving her lightly. “Go to bed, Vi.”

She laughed, gave you one last lingering look, then slipped into her room.

Yeah, so, you were getting really good at living together. And the more time passed, the more you realized just how easy it was to have Vi woven into your life, like she was always there.

Vi showing up to your art shows had become a given at this point. You never had to remind her, never had to ask, she was just there, always, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It didn’t matter if it was a small student showcase or a full-blown gallery event, she was front and center, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like she was ready to fight anyone who didn’t immediately recognize your talent.

“That one’s my favorite,” she’d say, nodding towards one of your pieces.

“You said that about the last three,” you’d laugh.

“Yeah, well. Maybe I just have good taste.”

She never left without telling you how much she loves your new art. Even if it was just a small print or a sketch you swore wasn’t worth anything, she’d tell you just what she loves about it and even asks if you could make her something special, just for her. Once, she even bought one of your pieces at one of the art exhibits you participated in. She’d just smirked, slipped you the money, and walked off before you could protest.

Then there was the way she’d have you meet her by the field after practice. No matter how late it got or how sore she was, she was always waiting for you, her bag slung over her shoulder, a cocky grin on her face like it was just another part of her routine. “C’mon, let’s get you home,” she’d say, nudging your arm as she led the way to her car. And she never even realized just how much of her life revolved around you now.

Powder certainly did, though. And she made it her mission to drop little hints and comments whenever she was around.

“So, Vi, when’s the wedding?” she’d ask, all wide-eyed innocence.

Vi would scoff, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, Pow.”

Or, “Y’know, for roommates, you guys sure spend an awful lot of time together.”

“We live together,” Vi would deadpan.

“Uh-huh. Sure, that’s why.”

And of course, there was her favorite; slyly glancing between the two of you before saying, “God, just kiss already.”

You’d brush her off, Vi would flick her forehead, and Powder would just smirk, shaking her head like she knew something neither of you did… which, honestly, she probably did.

The past few months had settled into a rhythm Vi hadn’t even realized she was craving. She still trained, still sparred in the gym, still let loose when she needed to, but the pit had barely even crossed her mind. Because instead of sneaking out at night, she was spending time with you.

Late-night takeout runs when neither of you could sleep. You convincing her to pose for your sketches, her rolling her eyes but sitting still anyway, watching you in quiet fascination as you dragged charcoal across the page. You making her watch some slow-burn romance movie and Vi scoffing the whole time, only for you to catch her getting way too into it by the end.

She’d stopped looking for fights but that didn’t mean fights stopped finding her. It was late one night when Vi stumbled through the front door, kicking it shut behind her. You looked up from the couch, brows knitting together as you took her in—busted lip, fresh bruise blooming along her cheekbone, and knuckles torn up and raw. It was a sight you’ve sort of become accustomed to over the last few months.

“Jesus, Vi,” you muttered, setting your book aside. “Rough night?”

She huffed out a laugh, wincing as she touched her lip. “You could say that.”

You pushed yourself up, already heading for the bathroom. “Sit.”

“Babe, I’m fine—”

You shot her a look over your shoulder. “Sit, Vi.”

Her lips twitched, like she wanted to smirk at the way you bossed her around, but she obeyed, dropping onto the couch with a quiet groan.

When you returned with the first aid kit, she was slouched back, eyes half-lidded in exhaustion.

“You look like shit,” you muttered, kneeling in front of her.

She grinned lazily. “You know just what to say to a girl.”

You rolled your eyes, gently taking her hand in yours. The knuckles were a mess of busted skin and dried blood. With careful precision, you began to clean them, your touch soft despite the sting you knew it caused.

Vi hissed. “Fuck, trouble, warn me next time.”

“I’m trouble? You’re the one who keeps getting into fights,” you shot back.

“You love it,” she teased.

Your fingers faltered for a split second before you forced yourself to keep working.

Did you love it? Not really, you hated it honestly. But… there was something about taking care of Vi like this, about being the one she let see her like this, that made your heart squeeze in a way you didn’t want to examine too closely.

She let out a soft breath, and when you glanced up, she was watching you, eyes lidded and unreadable. Your stomach flipped.

You cleared your throat, reaching for an antiseptic wipe. “Lip next.”

Vi smirked. “I’m starting to think you just like having an excuse to touch me.”

“I’m starting to think you keep getting beat up so I can touch you.” You gently wipe at her lip, catching her eyes for a split second.

“Maybe I am.”

“Shut up.”

She chuckled but let you work, her lips parting slightly as you dabbed at the split in her lip. Your fingers brushed against her jaw, and you swore you felt her shiver. You swallowed hard.

“All done,” you murmured, sitting back.

Vi hummed, tilting her head as she looked at you. “You’re cute when you fuss over me like this.”

“Go to bed, Vi.”

Still grinning, she pushed herself up, ruffling your hair as she passed. “’Night, sweetheart.”

So, yeah. She hadn’t even noticed she’d stopped looking for fights, because being around you had this way of taking the edge off.

That is, until tonight.

It started small. A few sharp words, a sigh, an eye roll. But things between you had been easy for so long now that neither of you had any practice handling the moments when they weren’t. And with Vi’s pent-up frustration and your patience already worn thin, it was only a matter of time before things boiled over.

It was stupid. It shouldn’t have gotten this big. But it did.

"You were supposed to pick me up, Vi. If you weren’t going to, you could have at least let me know," you snapped, arms crossed tight as you stood across from her in the apartment. Your hair and clothing were still wet from the rain, your expression unreadable, but Vi didn’t miss the slight tremble in your fingers, the way your breath was coming a little too fast. You had to walk home alone. In the dark. In the rain. And she’d left you to do it.

"I know," Vi said, dragging a hand through her hair, her voice tight with frustration, at you, at herself, at the entire fucking night. "It wasn’t on purpose! I got caught up in—"

"In what?" you shot back, eyes narrowing. "Getting into fights? Again?"

Vi clenched her jaw. "It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t looking for a fight."

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "It’s always like that with you, Vi. You don’t think, you just react. And I’m the one stuck dealing with the fallout."

Vi’s fists curled at her sides. Not because she was angry at you, but because she hated that she’d messed up, that she’d made you look at her like that.

"That’s not fair," she said, voice low.

You scoffed. "You wanna talk about fair? I spent the whole damn day dealing with my student-from-hell, just trying to get through it, and the one thing I was looking forward to was seeing you. And instead, I get to walk home in the fucking rain while you’re off doing who knows what and then you fucking show up like this?" You gestured to her face, to the fresh bruise blooming around her eye.

Vi exhaled sharply, frustration rising. "I didn’t plan for this to happen."

"That’s the problem!" you fired back. "You never plan for anything! You just throw yourself into whatever fight’s in front of you and hope for the best!"

"Yeah? Well, maybe if you’d stop overthinking every-fucking-thing, you’d realize that—"

She stopped herself short. The words hung in the air, sharp and unfinished. Vi clenched her jaw, looking away. She didn’t wanna say anything else that’d make this situation any worse. Anything that’d hurt you.

Silence stretched between you.

Finally, you let out a short, exhausted breath, shaking your head. "I can’t do this right now." And with that, you turned and disappeared into your room, shutting the door behind you.

Vi stood in the middle of the living room, chest heaving, jaw clenched. The fight should’ve drained the tension out of her, should’ve left her exhausted, but instead, her body buzzed, restless and aching.

She looked at your closed door. She could fix this in the morning. But tonight? Tonight, she needed to hit something.

You spent the night curled up in bed, staring at your phone screen, the ache in your chest making it impossible to sleep.

Why did it have to go like this?

You weren’t that mad anymore, at least, not at Vi. Not really. More than anything, you just felt… hurt. You knew she hadn’t left you on purpose, but the way she didn’t think to call or even text? The way you walked through that door soaked from head to toe and she was just sitting there on the couch like nothing was going on? That stung.

With a sigh, you opened your messages and texted Gert from your art class. She was on the football team with Vi, so if anyone had seen what happened, it was her.

You Hey, random question did Vi get into it with someone at practice today?

A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed.

Gert lmao yeah she lost her shit on some asshole

You What happened?

Gert You sure you wanna know?

Your stomach twisted.

You Yeah.

It took her a minute, but eventually, another text came through.

Gert the asshole was running his mouth about how you’d taken in “Zaun’s best charity case” and it was only a matter of time until you got bored and moved onto some other project

You stared at the screen, heart sinking.

You what the hell

Gert yeah, vi wasn’t having it she told him he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about said you weren’t like that

Your chest ached.

You and then?

Gert and then the guy said if you were gonna waste your time with a nobody, you might as well pick someone who could actually show you a good time “Or maybe you just need a real man to take you for a test drive.”

Your stomach dropped.

You Are you serious?

Gert unfortunately. Vi snapped Next thing I knew, she was throwing punches. Coach had to pull her off him.

You swallowed hard, your emotions twisting into something raw and messy.

Vi hadn’t been late because she forgot. She’d been late because she was busy defending you. And you’d yelled at her for it.

You I’m such an asshole. I snapped at her for leaving me in the rain and she was just looking out for me.

Gert I mean you didn’t know.

You Still. i mean she didn’t even care what the jerk said about her?

Gert nope. she seemed to be handling it fine until he started making those gross comments about you ngl i was about to throw some punches too before coach showed up

You who was the guy anyway?

Gert no clue. guess he’s in one of your classes or something? idk he seemed to know you.

You thanks for telling me everything

Gert always <3

You flopped back onto your pillow, staring at the ceiling as guilt pressed down on your chest. Vi getting into fights wasn’t anything new. You’d lost count of how many times she’d come home scraped up and bruised after going toe-to-toe with some asshole who deserved it. And every time, you were the one who patched her up, rolling your eyes at her recklessness even as you dabbed at her wounds with careful hands.

But this time, you hadn’t even asked. You’d just assumed.

You sit up, tossing your blanket off. You step into the hall, your nerves and guilt eating away at you. You hesitated at Vi’s door, your hand hovering just inches from the handle.

Maybe you should wait until morning.

She could be hotheaded, and if she was still stewing over the fight, pushing her now might just make things worse. You weren’t exactly in the best headspace either. Your frustration had simmered down, but your emotions were still tangled up in guilt, regret, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

With a heavy sigh, you let your hand drop and turned away, dragging yourself back to your room. You’d talk to her in the morning.

Letting your body sink into the mattress, you stared up at the ceiling. The fight replayed in your head over and over, and you winced at the memory of the things you’d said, the way you’d let your irritation get the best of you.

You should have asked. You would ask. Tomorrow.

Rolling onto your side, you shut your eyes and tried to force your mind to quiet.

Morning, then.

Morning came far too quickly.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your stomach twisting with nerves. You and Vi had bickered before; playful arguments over what movie to watch, snarky remarks thrown back and forth like a game of verbal ping-pong, but this? This was your first real fight and it was overwhelming.

What if you’d ruined everything?

The thought gnawed at you as you finally mustered the courage to leave your room. Your steps were hesitant, your breath shallow as you made your way into the hall. Vi’s door was cracked open just slightly, and through the small gap, you saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, finally icing her eye.

Your heart clenched.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat and tapped lightly on the doorframe. “Need some help?”

Vi’s gaze flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, you feared she’d send you away. But then, instead of nodding or answering with words, she simply parted her legs slightly, wordlessly inviting you into the space between them.

You hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, standing between her knees as you reached for the ice pack. Her hands dropped to her thighs as she let you take over, her breath warm against your collarbone from how close you were standing.

You eased the ice pack from her fingers, brushing her hair out of her face with a gentleness you weren’t sure you deserved after last night. She winced slightly at the touch, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she relaxed under your care, letting her shoulders drop as she exhaled slowly.

Neither of you spoke as you sat there, the silence thick yet strangely comfortable. You focused on the task at hand, pressing the ice pack to her bruised skin with careful precision, while Vi simply watched you, her expression unreadable.

You didn’t know what to say yet. Didn’t know how to say it. But for now, this, being here, tending to her… it felt like enough.

You swallow, adjusting the ice pack against Vi’s bruised skin, watching the way her jaw tenses beneath your fingertips. The words sit heavy on your tongue, uncertain, but you force them out anyway.

"How, um… what happened? Yesterday, I mean? I asked Gert and she told me but… I wanna hear it from you." You keep your voice soft, unsure if you even have the right to ask after the way you snapped at her. "I was pissed about getting stuck in the rain, and I took it out on you. But I never even asked what actually happened and you deserved to at least… explain why you’re all beat up now."

Vi sighs through her nose, her hands flexing slightly on her thighs before she finally speaks. “Some asshole was running his mouth. That same one from the Last Drop that day. Talkin’ about how you’d taken me in like some charity case, and that it was only a matter of time before you got tired of me and moved on to your next project.”

Your stomach twists, heat rising to your cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from the anger of reliving this conversation. "Vi—"

“The funny part is, I didn’t even care about that. That I could’ve gotten over. I was handling it fine and I was just gonna brush it off but…” Her voice is steady, but you can hear the simmering frustration beneath it. “When I told him he didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, he made some gross comments about testing you out for himself and how he could… fuck, the dude was a disgusting piece of shit.”

Your grip on the ice pack tightens.

“And that’s when I hit him.” Vi says it so simply, like it wasn’t even a question of if but when. Like she had no choice. Like the moment those words left his mouth, her fists were already in motion.

You stare at her, your chest tightening with something dangerously close to guilt. She hadn’t cared what the guy had said about her, she’d only cared about defending you. And you hadn’t even given her the chance to explain before assuming the worst.

"I'm sorry," you breathe out, voice soft as your fingers tighten around the ice pack. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that yesterday."

Vi watches you for a long moment, her expression unreadable, before she exhales through her nose, shaking her head slightly. “You don’t have to apologize, baby,” she murmurs softly, the nickname slipping out effortlessly. “I get why you were mad. I should’ve been there. You shouldn’t have had to walk home alone last night, in the middle of the rain no less.”

Your chest aches at how easily she lets you off the hook, even after everything. Even after she spent the night taking punches over something you didn’t even know about. You swallow past the lump in your throat, shifting closer as you press the ice gently to her bruised skin.

Vi hisses at the contact but doesn’t pull away. Instead, her hands find their way to your waist, fingers curling against the fabric of your shirt like she needs to hold onto something.

You barely have time to register the shift before she spreads her legs a little wider, tugging you forward until you're settling onto her lap.

Your breath stutters, but Vi doesn’t seem to notice — her grip on you is firm, steady, keeping you close as she tilts her head slightly, giving you better access to her injury.

“Easier this way,” she mutters, her voice quieter now, almost like she’s trying to convince herself as much as you.

You nod slowly, trying to ignore the way your pulse stutters when her fingers tighten at your waist. Your hands tremble slightly as you press the ice pack back to her eye, your focus flickering between the bruise darkening her skin and the way her lips part as she exhales.

Neither of you speak. You’re too aware of everything, the heat of her beneath you, the way her hands linger like she’s not quite ready to let go.

And then, so softly you almost don’t hear it, Vi murmurs, “You know I’d do it again, right?”

You meet her gaze, your heart lurching at the sincerity there.

She smirks slightly, like she’s trying to play it off, but her fingers flex against your waist. “Doesn’t matter what anyone says. Nobody gets to talk about you like that. Especially not while I’m around.”

The words hit you like a slow, spreading warmth, sinking deep into your chest. You could say something, should say something, but the way Vi looks at you makes it impossible to think straight.

So instead, you just nod, keeping your hands steady as you take care of her.

Neither of you move. Neither of you let go. Truthfully, you don’t know what to say.

Lately, you’ve come to terms with your feelings for Vi — really come to terms with them. They are most definitely not platonic. Not even close.

And right now, you are painfully aware of the fact that you’re sitting on the lap of the prettiest woman you’ve ever known. It makes you feel insane.

Her hands are still resting at your waist, warm and solid, and it takes everything in you to focus on the ice pack in your hand instead of the way her grip lingers, like she doesn’t really want to let go.

And you can’t stop thinking about that fucking kiss.

The one neither of you have mentioned since it happened. The one that still lingers in your mind late at night, creeping into your thoughts when you least expect it. You remember the way she’d melted into you, the way she’d held you close, fingers tangled in your hair like she wanted you.

But she’s never brought it up. And if Vi isn’t talking about it, that can only mean one thing.

That’s why you don’t bring it up either. You don’t bring up the fact that she once told you, if you still want me when you’re sober, I’m all yours.

Because god, do you want her.

You want her more than you’ve ever wanted anything, and you hate yourself for it. Because what if you’re just imagining the way she looks at you? What if you’re the only one who still feels it, still wants it?

So instead of saying anything, you just focus on taking care of her, pressing the ice pack gently to her bruised eye. But your hands are unsteady, your heart pounding, and you know she has to feel it.

Vi furrows her brows, her confusion evident as she tilts her head slightly. “You alright?” Her voice is low, husky, tempting in a way that makes your stomach twist.

You swallow hard, nodding quickly. “Yeah,” you murmur, pulling the ice pack away to check the skin around her eye, desperate for something to focus on that isn’t the heat pooling in your chest.

The bruise is dark, angry, and you trace your fingers lightly around the uninjured skin, avoiding direct contact but still feeling the warmth of her beneath your fingertips. Vi doesn’t move, doesn’t pull away, just watches you with those piercing blue-grey eyes that seem to see right through you.

You clear your throat. “Just, um… keep watch of it until it gets better,” you say, grasping at anything to steer the conversation away from the dangerous path it’s threatening to take.

Vi smirks, but there’s something softer beneath it. Something unreadable. “Yes, doctor,” she teases, her hands still resting on your waist, thumbs barely grazing the fabric of your shirt.

You don’t move. You should move. But neither of you does. And for a moment, the air between you crackles with something unspoken, something that neither of you seems willing to face just yet.

Vi’s hand moves slowly, deliberately, her fingers grazing your cheek before her thumb brushes along your skin with aching tenderness. You feel your breath hitch as she cradles your face, her touch so gentle, so reverent that it makes your chest ache.

She leans in, her blue-grey eyes flickering down to your lips, and your heart pounds so hard you’re sure she can hear it. Every part of you is screaming to close the distance, to finally give in to the pull that’s been drawing you together for months. Her lip brushes yours for just a second, your eyes fluttering shut.

Then? A loud knock at the front door shatters the moment.

You jolt, your entire body tensing as reality crashes down around you. Without thinking, you scramble off of Vi’s lap, your pulse still thrumming wildly in your ears.

“I should, um… see who that is,” you stammer, already backing toward the door. Your cheeks burn, your mind racing as you desperately search for an escape.

Vi blinks, clearly thrown off by the sudden shift. Her hands, now empty, rest on her thighs as she watches you retreat. “Yeah… sure,” she mutters, voice rough, like she’s still pulling herself out of whatever haze had just fallen over the two of you.

You don’t look back as you practically flee the room, but you can feel Vi’s gaze on you the whole way out.

You swing the door open, still feeling the ghost of Vi’s touch on your skin, your pulse unsteady. And there, standing in the hallway, is Powder.

“Hey!” she greets cheerily, rocking back on her heels, completely unaware of the near heart attack you just had. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

You swallow hard, shifting awkwardly. Not anymore, you think.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to steady your voice as you step aside to let her in.

Powder waltzes inside, hands shoved into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. “Well, first, I brought back Vi’s hoodie she left at home last week,” she says, holding up the familiar fabric before tossing it onto the couch. “Second, I was bored and figured I’d come hang out for a bit. But mostly…” She trails off, eyes narrowing slightly as she looks you up and down. “You look weird.”

Your stomach twists. “What?”

She tilts her head, scrutinizing you like she’s trying to solve a puzzle. “Dunno, you just look kinda… frazzled. Like you just saw a ghost.”

Your throat goes dry. “No, I’m cool.”

“Okay…?”

Behind you, Vi finally steps out of her room, her black eye still slightly swollen, the ice pack now abandoned. “Pow, what are you doing here?” she asks, her voice still a little rough from the tension just moments ago.

Powder spins to face her, her lips twitching up into a smirk as she takes in Vi’s face. “Damn, what the hell happened to you?”

Vi rolls her eyes. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Powder’s gaze flicks between the two of you again, sharp and knowing. Then she grins. “Well, anyway! I’m here now, so I hope you guys didn’t have plans or anything.”

Your stomach flips, and you avoid looking at Vi.

“Nope,” Vi says, a little too quickly. “Nothing at all.”

Powder hums, but her smirk lingers. “Riiight. Good to know.”

Powder flops onto the couch, draping herself over the armrest as she eyes Vi with a teasing grin. “Y’know, I’m starting to think you just like getting punched in the face,” she muses. “Like, at this point, it’s gotta be a hobby or something.”

Vi groans, rubbing her temple. “I don’t like getting into fights, Powder. Especially not on campus.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” she snickers. “I swear, I leave you unsupervised for a couple days, and boom, another black eye. It’s honestly impressive.”

Vi crosses her arms. “It wasn’t my fault.”

Powder raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Was the other guy fighting the air, then?”

“She was defending me,” you interject, surprising even yourself.

Both sisters turn to look at you, Powder with mild curiosity, Vi with her brows slightly raised.

You shift under their stares but hold your ground. “Some asshole was talking shit about me when I wasn’t around, and Vi stood up for me. I think it was sweet.”

Vi’s lips part slightly, like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, her usual confidence wavers, and to your delight, a faint blush creeps up her neck.

Powder, of course, doesn’t let it slide. “Awww, that’s what happened?” she coos, smirking at Vi. “You got all worked up over someone messing with your girl?”

Vi sputters. “That’s not… I wasn’t…” She groans, running a hand down her face, her blush darkening.

Powder cackles. “Wow. That might be the fastest I’ve ever seen you go red.”

Vi shoots her a glare. “Shut up.”

You bite back a smile, watching as Vi struggles to recover from the flustered mess you unintentionally just turned her into.

A week or two later, you’re at Vi’s football practice, watching as her and her teammates rush around the field with precision and speed. Vi was genuinely really good at this. It was nice getting to see her in her element. There had even been a few time where you’d watched her fight, shocked by how good she really was.

“Alright, great work today! Keep this up and we’ll be going home champions after the big game,” their coach calls out, patting each of them on their backs. Vi catches your attention, motioning towards the locker rooms with her head. You nod and she heads inside, leaving you to make your way over and wait outside for her like you’ve done a few times before.

“Hey, lucky charm,” a girl nods at you as she exits the locker room, all cleaned up.

“…me?” you question, pointing at yourself. She laughs, nodding.

“Yeah, you. Not sure what kinda charm you have but Vi? She’s an already great player but when you’re in the stands watching — shit, I’d hate to be on the opposing team.” She grins, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “So, yeah. You’re our little lucky charm. Don’t blame her, I’d wanna show off for you too.” She winks, waving as she walks away.

“Hey, thanks for waiting up,” you hear a warm, familiar voice say, her arm coming to rest around your waist. “What did Ro want?” She hums, leading you away from the locker rooms and to the parking lot.

“Ro? That’s her name?” You hum, thinking about what she had said. “She just… claimed I’m some kind of lucky charm, I guess?”

“Oh… yeah. Yeah, that’s uh. That’s what the team calls you.” Her cheeks are uncharacteristically pink, her eyes avoiding yours. “Apparently, I play differently when you’re around? I don’t see it but everyone says so, so… guess it’s true.” She shrugs, opening the passenger side door for you. You climb into her car, watching as she tosses her bag into the back seat then climbs into the driver's seat. “I dunno, maybe it’s true. Lucky charm is a nice nickname for you.”

“As if you don’t already have a ton?” You hum, laughing softly. “Speaking of… why do you have so many nicknames for me? I don’t mind, I’m just curious.”

She shrugs, starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot. “A cute girl deserves cute nicknames.” She doesn’t look your way but there’s a playful smirk on her lips. “How about you, hmm? How come you call me Violet? I don’t mind — I like it, honestly. But most people just stick with Vi. It’s easier, more fitting…”

“No, Violet fits pretty well. It’s pretty. Beautiful, even. A pretty name for a pretty girl.” You hum, tapping nervously on the car seat. Vi’s fingers grip the wheel a bit tighter and the blush on her cheeks has become impossible to not notice.

“Yeah? That’s what you think I am?”

“You are. Pretty. Beautiful.”

“Then you can call me Violet all you want, sweetheart. Sounds best coming from your lips anyways.”

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Please Stay

Law x f!reader// hurt?/comfort

Summary: If Law doesn't tell you how he feels, he'll lose you forever...

A/N: this has been plaguing me for days. I wrote half of this in a trance at work for christ's sake! This might have a part two. Takes place at the end of Wano even if I haven't gotten there yet, I'm kind of extrapolating. Reader has a DF kind of like Mantis from Guardians of the Galaxy

"You're not a Heart Pirate!?"

You blink once. Twice. "Uhh...no. I'm just kind of here actually...." You pick at your skin a little to avoid Nami and Robin's shocked gaze. "I met Law on Punk Hazard same as you guys."

"I'm going to miss you soooo much!!" Ikakku draped herself over you dramatically. "I want another girl on the crew!" She whined. "It's miserable with just guys!"

"I thought you guys had a thing going on?" Nami asked.

Hiyori nodded. "I mistakenly thought your closeness to him was romantic in nature as well."

Law was outside listening. He only stopped because he heard his name...coming from your mouth, specifically. He wasn't even going to try to fool himself into believing it was because you were obviously talking about him to the Straw Hats. This wasn't a strategic trade of information--not really. This was "girl talk," and like a pathetic teenage boy skulking around outside the girl's locker room, he wanted to know what you were going to say.

You laughed loudly. Shocked. "Oh god, no!" Whatever is there (soon to be was there) didn't have a name, and you weren't going to be the one to give it one. When you make a wish you tell no one.

Outside Law's hands curled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white between the ink. Oh god, no!? Why the hell not!? He should've left then, but he couldn't make himself leave. How much more time would have to hear your voice? Even if what you said hurt. Maybe it would make it easier to leave you.

Ikkaku shook her head and grinned. "Exactly! My captain's not like that, although..." She paused to think. "He does touch you a lot--"

"Every time you two have had to run somewhere, he grabs your hand!" Nami interjected. "At first I thought you were like Zoro and got lost easily but you're fine! He's just always on you!"

Law hated that Nami was right and that it was so obvious even a Straw Hat (albeit a smarter one) had noticed. When did he allow this? Had the two of you always been this way? He could trace your touch all the back to the day he met you on Punk Hazard. Small contacts of skin as he nursed you back to health. That felt like a lifetime ago.

"Not to mention, you work quite well together. You were able to work with us on his behalf while he went to save his crew members in Rasetsu," Robin said. "That's why we're confused."

"Wow! I didn't know that!" Ikkaku said.

They all were silent, staring at each other.

"So there's truly nothing going on between you and Law?" Hiyori asked.

"Absolutely not!" You said definitively. "Law and I are just...existing in the same space and time....together."

Robin chuckled. "How poetic."

Nami snorted. "So if Law kissed a woman in front of you right now, you wouldn't be jealous?"

"I don't see him doing that," you said in a neutral tone.

"Because you'd be blind with rage?" Ikkaku giggled.

Law frowned so deeply it hurt his face because he knew if someone asked the same question of you, he would be livid. Was he really like a territorial dog over a bone...a "bone" that wasn't even his.

"Because he wouldn't do that." Honestly, you had thought of it before, there were definitely women in Wano that had made eyes at him and..."That would be his right," you said contemplatively.

"I can't make him do anything." You hate how suddenly sad you sound. "I can't make him ask me to join the crew. I can't make him take my advice or listen to me. He does what he wants. What does he need me for?"

"Then you won't be going with him either," Robin said in that thoughtful way you've known her to speak sometimes. Not quite a question, but still a statement--ipso facto.

Your chest tightens. The food you just gorged yourself on sits unpleasantly in your stomach. "No," you said quietly.

Way to bring the fucking mood down, Y/N.

Law's chest ached sharply, an incision pain. That's what it felt like. You weren't going with him. It was as sure as history set into the stone of a poneglyph. Your paths diverged here.

"Did you ask him?"

Your mouth tasted sour and your words came out bitterly. "I'm not doing that." You tried to lighten the mood. You sighed deeply and stretched. "Some things end before they start or they just end, you know? But I've had a lot of fun!"

The truth of the matter was you didn't know if whatever you and Law had going on was strong enough to make out to sea. He found you on the brink of death on Punk Hazard thanks to Cesear's gas. Sitting by a fire in Wano, his hands where they shouldn't have been, your heart fluttering against his ear, he told you saving your life was supposed to be his last good deed.

At the time his confession buoyed you, he was supposed to leave you on Punk Hazard, but then there were the Straw Hats, and Cesear's experiments, and Dressrosa, and Corazon, and Zuo, and Wano, and against all odds, you were still with him. But maybe, he was just telling you you weren't supposed to make it this far in the first place. Your train has arrived at a station, it's time to get off.

The somber mood held on regardless, maybe because Robin wouldn't let it go. It's not like she's some kind of hopeless romantic. Did she want you to cry in front of everyone? Why was the woman you idolized so much still talking? "You have feelings for him," she said. This was decidedly not a question.

If someone had asked ten minutes early, there would have been squeals and pokes and giggles. You would've flushed, your stomach filled with butterflies. Acknowledging your feelings for Law now just felt cruel.

Law kept listening. His ears strained like his life depended on hearing what you said. It shouldn't matter what you say.

"I could fill an ocean with all the things I feel for him, that doesn't mean anything. He's his own person too," you said. Your voice was getting swallowed up by a lump.

It didn't mean he wanted you too. It didn't mean you were sure this would work and he was too. It didn't mean he wouldn't start to control you, that you wouldn't start to resent him. All it meant was that right now, you're staring down the barrel of leaving him and you didn't want to. All it meant was sometimes it felt like your heart beat solely for him.

Law listened to you speak with such sadness, like you were talking at someone's funeral. Eulogizing. Why weren't your feelings enough to propel you to talk to him? Because he's his own person? When has that ever mattered to anyone? Corazon forced him to live. Why couldn't you force him to love you?

He let out a tight shuddering breath. He already knew the answer: because that's not who you are. You try not to treat him like precious glass. He's told you not to, and you try, but it never lasts long. If he had met you at any other time he would've hated the way you are with him, so gentle and easily fooled by his walls and masks. But after Dressrosa...he needed you. When he pushed you away, you left without an argument, quieted yourself around him until he was ready. And when you did come, you came with things he needed and didn't ask anything else of him.

Whether by Haki or your Devil Fruit, you could feel Law's presence now. He was right outside the door listening. You could feel him yearning, it wrapped around you like a thick sent, lassoing you like prey.

You stood suddenly. "I need air," you said. "And when I come back we're talking about something else. Anything else! Please! I hate sappy goodbyes."

Law couldn't help scoffing. It was only a matter of time before you noticed him. Maybe you had the whole time and spoke because you knew he was listening.

You closed the door behind you to find Law standing there like you knew he would be. Being face-to-face with him was...hard. For having won against Kaido and Big Mom he looked so sad...which was your fault.

"You shouldn't eavesdrop if you don't want your feelings hurt," you said. Why even try to be mean with him, you know you can't.

Law just looks at you in the way he knows you hate. He knows without your Observation Haki or your Devil Fruit you'd be lost to reading him.

Sadness is clear. Longing. Anxiety. Desperation. Admiration.

"You're reading me," Law said finally. "Stop it."

"If you don't talk you know I won't understand," you said. "It's all best guesses and instincts anyway, especially without touching you."

Law wasn't listening anymore, he was looking at the door behind you. Where the other ladies were definitely listening. Even Robin probably was, even if she smiled and claimed innocence later. "I'm not talking here," Law said.

You couldn't help smiling to yourself, private as always. It was awkward to step into Law's arms again, he didn't wrap his arm around anyone else he Shambles away with. Only you. And you were both painfully aware of the press of each other's bodies no matter how loosely Law tried to hold you.

You had no idea what you were doing to him, leaving the ball in his court. So that was it, then? He either flayed himself to the bone or he would never see you again. But no worries, don't rush. He scoffed and looked away from you.

You were spirited away somewhere private, the lights of town at a bit of a distance. Bugs hummed loudly out here.

You don't need your Devil Fruit to feel how charged the air is with Law's emotions. Desperation and anguish were so loud it screamed. Law's eyes bore into your back.

You felt nauseous, both from teleporting and the conversation you were about to have. "You heard my side," your mouth is so dry your lips click as you speak. "Your turn. I won't rush you, though."

His heart pounded.

Just say something!

"You want me to do more than tell you to stay," Law said. His voice shook, it was degrading and embarrassing. "I can't do that...I can't promise anything."

You sighed. The lump in your throat grew larger, "I know. That's why I won't ask."

Damn you, Law wanted to say. He wanted you to be selfish enough to want him but never selfish enough to leave him. He was pathetic.

"Stay...stay anyway, Y/N," Law said. "Come with me."

You've woven yourself into his new existence beyond his past. You've become a part of his life. It feels like his DNA has changed and you're a part of it now. And he's too much of a coward to learn how to fill it with something else.

He took a deep breath and tried to force out the words you needed to hear. The words he wanted to give you. "Please come with me. I don't want..." I don't want to lose you. "I don't..." I don't want to leave without you. The words kept getting stuck. "Don't..." Don't go. Law clenched his fist and growled in frustration.

You stopped Law's struggling, pulled him into your arms. "That's close enough. Thank you," you said quietly, gently. You ease your arms over the tense muscles under his skin. He was cool to the touch from the sweat clinging to him.

The relief settling over his body bleeds into yours and you feel everything Law's keeping inside of him. You felt something new swirling in there with everything else since the last time you touched his skin. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, so you weren't either, but he was afraid it was beginning to be love. You can feel it through the contact of his skin. Something like love.

"Come with me, Y/N," Law said quietly into the top of your head.

You pulled back to look at him. "You want me to join your crew?"

"I...I want you to come with me," Law's cheeks flushed heavily and his eyes moved away from yours. Joining his crew and coming with him were two different things to Law, a delineation he was making right now.

"Oh... you mean as something you can't leave behind," you said. Your face felt warm. You could practically hear Penguin and Shachi in your head: "We don't care if the Captain brings his girl on board!" "Anything to keep him in a good mood and off our asses!"

"Yes..." Law spoke tentatively. "As something I can't leave behind."

You exhale deeply and swallow, you're careful not to push your anxiety into Law. He was battling his own already. "So we're seeing where this goes....Okay."

I think it'll kill me if I don't, Law thought.

You looked into Law's eyes. The mask was cracked, you could see the fear in his eyes and feel it too. But he was trying to look resolute for whatever reason (bless his heart!). His jaw was clenched, eyes almost defiant in an attempt to hide how absolutely terrified he was.

You could feel him gearing up for something but you had no idea what. Like he was bracing himself. You stare up into his handsome face, a hand cups the side of his face and you smile. "What's going on in there?" You spoke like you were talking to a spooked animal.

Law deflated slightly with an exhale, expression grim. He pressed his forehead to yours. "Nothing. I'm happy you said you would come with me," he said.

"I'm happy too, Law" you whispered back.

You were going with him. He could work up the nerve to kiss you later...even if it took another five months.

#yeah if it wasn't clear that end bit is Law being too chicken to kiss the reader #and the reader doesn't realize that's what's happening #anyway this was fun #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x you

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