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snoopyhq · 4 months ago

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Jealous viktor + reader 🙏

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ so with my best, my very best, i set you free

(i love laufey 🗣️ her cover of "i wish you love" with the icelandic orchestra? 2:49 of heaven)

type: viktor x reader

summary: headcanons and a drabble of jealous viktor. headcanons are pre-relationship, the drabble is the established relationship ✪ ꨄ︎

word count: 2415

a/n: OMG FIRST ASK I'M SO HONORED I'M SO EXCITED YIPPEE !!! will be working on the others whenever i have the time, but TRUST i am plotting and scheming <3 any other askers, feel free to drop by! i hope i did your request justice, dear anon.

It was unfair to you, and to him, in his most miserable moments of pure self-pity

Viktor envied those who were healthy. He wished he wasn't born with the circumstances he was dealt. He would trade anything to spend one day with a respiratory system that didn't choke him from the inside out every time he took a breath

He was jealous of you, initially, when you first met

You seemed to have it so easy

Easy laughter, easy conversation, easy friends. You had an established life, you were loved, and you held yourself together with such ease that he sometimes wonders how much you're really holding back

He feels bad for assuming you were dealing with awful problems. But it was very likely. I mean, who was truly that... happy? Well off? At ease with themself and their role in the world? He was probably projecting

And then you somehow, by all the miracles a human could possibly be granted, managed to worm your way into his life and secure yourself there too

Viktor vehemently rejected you at first. He was much like a stray cat. You just gotta continuously give them love on their own terms, and often times, it was slow, and that concept applied to Viktor too

It started with small things. Brief greetings where you called him by name

"Good morning, Viktor."

"Nice to see you here today, Viktor."

"Viktor, you have a good night ok? Get home safe."

Including him in conversations. Commentary about how you two just happened to be in the same place at the same time. The library, a cafe, randomly in the middle of a bustling street

You always had that breezy way of acknowledging things. What a nice coincidence. It was all genuine

You were pleased to be surprised by his presence

Wordlessly holding the door for him, even if you really didn't have to wait. But it was never a big deal, so

He pushed it away. Brushed it off, and tried to forget about it, but those little moments kept circling through his mind like an irritating tape he couldn't dislodge from the disc player, and turning the TV off wasn't doing shit when those scenes were basically burned onto the screen

Like the natural progression of the lunar cycle, Viktor found himself unconsciously expecting you in his life

He can't remember a time when you weren't

Your greetings, your little gestures of kindness, that skill of small talk that meant so, so much to him were cherished like an altar of worship

While he was in no way, shape, or form completely opening himself up to befriending any more people, he began to feel much more natural with you and others you gave your time to

Which brought him to his current bit of emotional turbulence

That prickling in his chest whenever he saw you with other people, giving them your precious words and quality time? Yeah, he shouldn't be feeling this

You were allowed to have other friends! You had people in your life before him, and it doesn't mean you consider him any less just because you spent a moment or two with someone else!

He would tighten his grip on his cane, those mantras feverishly chanting in his mind as he walked in circles, attempting to reign his emotions into a more rational state

He had no right to feel jealous like this, but he couldn't help it

Jayce was his only real companion before, and now that he was a council member, he had less time for Viktor. He had the city to nurture and shape, a big responsibility. The loneliness of the lab was barely a noticeable shift from before

Now, you arrived as if by careless chance, giving him another glimpse, another hit of company, and it was maddeningly cruel to have those doses be in such short time frames

He was given what he needed and wanted, but never fully

Accepting that reality was going to be harder than accepting you truly wishing to be around him, in all his sardonic glory, his blunt nature that had most other people walking away. Just not you

To grapple with this selfish desire was humiliating

He was fully aware of how innately human it all was. If only it were easier. Someday.

For now, he would wait and bask in all the attention and friendship you offered him so willingly

You stood in front of your mirror, going over your carefully put together look one last time. You wanted to look good, and having the outfit fall into place like how you planned it in your head always gave you an extra boost of happiness before you left the house. Straightening the collar of your top one last time, you were finally satisfied.

Viktor was waiting for you in the living room. He stood up when you finally appeared, greeting you with a kiss to your cheek and a murmured "You look enchanting, as always."

You laughed and hugged him.

"And you're dashing, as per usual."

With your arm linked through his, the two of you went on your way. He had planned the date tonight. The winding route led to the sparkling, five-tiered fountain that marked the center of the shopping fair. The flowing water sparkled and danced beneath the fairy lights strung through the evergreens surrounding the space, and orchestral music floated up from where the quintet performed.

You two often went here after a long, stressful week, dining at one of the outdoor tables and idly chatting before hitting a couple stores. Most of the time, it would be the bookshop, the local woodcarver, and then the bakery. You had made it a tradition to buy one another a sweet treat, and it was always a delight to see if your guesses of enjoyment would be met or not.

There was certainly not a lack of other people around you, many of whom were also hand in hand. The center was a popular spot for local students and couples to unwind and spend time together.

When you both had your fill of sights and perusing your respective comforts, you made your way back to the fountain. The musicians had struck up a lively waltz, and many were dancing along now. Both of you shared a look, and moved to join in, albeit towards the edge of the crowds.

Dancing with Viktor was one of your favorite activities. He moved with such assuredness and care for your space, making him all the more captivating in his graces. The respectful placement of his hand on your waist, never going too far and risking your discomfort in public, and never straying away lest he appeared bored, Viktor made sure you were his priority.

After the song concluded, you spun Viktor around slowly to the rhythm of the music drawing to a close, dipping him into a kiss during the final note.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, both from the exertion and from your affection.

"I'm going to grab a drink. We can head home after, if you'd like," you told him, head leaning on his shoulder as he walked with you back up the steps.

"That's perfectly fine. I can hold your bag while you do that."

Oh, Viktor. Ever the gentleman.

You went inside the establishment, and ordered yourself a shirley temple with sweet cream, fully planning to share with him. You knew he had a penchant for the more saccharine in terms of taste. While you waited to order, another patron joined you after placing their order.

"Busy place tonight, isn't it?" they commented.

You turned your attention to them, surprised a stranger was making conversation with you, but you didn't mind. All harmless small talk, after all. You would be leaving soon anyways when your order was finished, so why not pass the time with pleasantries?

"It's one of the most popular cafes around here," you replied. "Friday nights always means live music, so people love to flock here. I should know. I frequent here often." you finished with a smile, and received one in return.

They continued engaging you in conversation, and you soon realized it was taking a bit for your drink. A shirley temple wasn't complicated, and you were worried something was wrong. Maybe they were short-staffed tonight? Did an accident occur in the back?

"Are you worried about your drink?"

"No, not really. More so the workers here," you were honest. Some of them were fellow students you see at the academy, and others knew you as a regular, and you had grown quite fond of the staff as they were of you.

"That's a surprise. You're very sweet."

Their order quickly arrived, and they bid you farewell before departing into the night. You walked up to the counter, asking if everyone was ok. The barista reassured you, saying it was only going to take a little while, and that everything is alright now. Relieved, you went back to your perch.

Outside, Viktor was waiting anxiously. This was taking a lot longer than he had anticipated.

When someone emerged from the cafe, he was tempted to get up and ask them if they'd seen you in there.

Yes, my partner. About this tall, very beautiful eyes, a smile you can't miss. Have you seen...?

God. He was contemplating approaching a stranger just to inquire about you. Luckily (or was it?) for him, they must've sensed him sneaking glances at the cafe and at them, because they approached him cheerily.

"You look a little lost. Need some help?" they asked.

"Oh, it's alright. I'm just waiting for someone."

At that, they perked up.

"It wouldn't happen to be someone wearing the same colored blouse as your vest would it?"

Yes. It was. He confirmed it.

"That's perfect actually! I was just talking to them, and since you know them, do you think they would be interested in exchanging contact information with me? They were quite lovely company, and I wouldn't mind getting to know them better."

Viktor could feel his heart drop and the temperature in his soul rise several degrees. What was going on? Where were you? What had happened in those minutes that you were gone?

"I will... ask them," he attempted to keep his tone even. "Mind giving me your contact information to pass along?"

The stranger happily handed Viktor a piece of paper, their messy scrawl sending a sting of irritation through him. That penmanship was not worthy of you, and would certainly not compare to the intricate scripting of his own handwritten notes and letters to you.

When you finally rejoined him, you could tell immediately something was off. You questioned him about it, and he huffed, telling you not to worry about it as you walked home. He didn't even pay any mind to the bag that hung on your arm, too caught up in his insecurities and worries.

That stranger was so much like you. So approachable. Good conversationalist. He couldn't help but imagine a scenario of you two getting along a little too well, and that made something deep inside him hurt. Clearly, he wasn't as good as keeping his thoughts off his face as he believed, or you had simply gotten better at understanding him, because you promptly asked him again.

"Come on, Viktor. Talk to me. What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"

"If you knew the full extent of what I'm thinking of, you wouldn't be so quick to call my mind beautiful," he grumbled tersely.

"You can't judge my reaction for me. Spill."

He bit the inside of his cheek. Finally, he confessed. It felt like ripping out stitches from his tongue.

"... someone at the coffee shop. They asked me if I knew you, and then asked if you would be interested in their contact information."

At that, you raised an incredulous eyebrow. Ah. You were blissfully oblivious of the jarring events.

"Viktor, I promise nothing is wrong. We were both waiting for our drinks, and they happened to be making small talk with me. That's all. I love you with my whole heart, and no one else can ever--will not ever--compare."

His heart fluttered. He knew that was the realistic truth, but it was nice to hear reassurance from you anyways.

"You mean it?" he asked.

"I mean it," you said sincerely.

Setting your bags and drink on the nearby bench, you swept him into your arms and twirled him around beneath the streetlight's warm glow.

"I love you," you declared, hands holding his face tightly. Your thumb brushed against the beauty mark above his lip. "And if you ever need reminders of that, you tell me immediately. I will literally drop everything and make sure your doubt disappears completely for as long as I can hold it back."

He gazed into your eyes, his own now slightly misted. Their glossiness reflected warmth and adoration as he took in your face. Seeing the conviction there did something to him. He didn't know what, but he found himself giving in to the urge to just close the distance and kiss you right then and there, open street be damned.

It began to snow. He only realized when he parted from you, the taste of your chapstick still lingering. He looked up, watching the delicate flakes be illuminated by the warm, golden glow. If there was a visualization for the love he felt, it would be that he decided. It all just built and built from all the little things, and filled him with such life it almost hurt.

"We should go home," he whispered, looking back at you.

"Oh yeah, we should. I was going to tell you!" you gasped, running back for your drink and the bag. "They gave me extra cakes and rolls. The last ones of the specialty desserts before their next seasonal delights, so we can share them." you beamed.

"Really? That's quite generous of them."

He wasn't surprised. You were just so damn lovable. He would give you all the baked goods you desired and more, if only for another smile from you directed at him. His fingers intertwined with yours, fondness consuming him as you chatted about the different flavors of the desserts, which ones you were most excited about, and which ones you think he'd like.

He had to agree with your assessments. A dark chocolate and orange mousse did sound quite appealing for him. He already knew he'd let you have the last bite, regardless.

"Oh, and Viktor?"

"Hmm?"

"You can throw away the contact. I don't need it."

I already have you.

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targaryenluvs · 1 year ago

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— BEST LIFE

pairings: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader (past), harvey specter x fem!juniorpartner!reader (present)

summary: you’d once been apart of the bau team, but after a situation and a falling out with your boyfriend you moved on. what happens when the bau needs your help on a case, which your boyfriend harvey is also assisting on?

warnings: angsty, asshole harvey cause duh, jealousy (spencer) kisses, cute harvey

wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: this literally sprouted in my mind and i just needed to write it lmao, if you haven’t watched suits or criminal minds go right now‼️ they’re both my husbands 😋

when jessica had called you into her office, you’d been calm. apparently one of your cases, which had you and harvey working together, was now of fbi interest. your client was currently suing a company for faulty wiring in his home, which caused it to burn down. and it was apparently not the case at all, the home was suspected to be tied into a serial arsonist.

what you didn’t expect was for your client to be accused of being the arsonist.

“you’re sitting here,”

“uh-huh.”

“telling me,”

“yup.”

“that i’m supposed to believe that richard jeena, the fifty three year old little man, is a serial arsonist?”

you shut the file infront of you, meeting harvey’s eye, “sweetheart?” he uncrossed his legs, leaning forwards with a sweet smile, “yes?” you leaned forwards as well, “that, is exactly what i’m telling you.” harvey leaned back into his chair, disbelief riddling his face.

“and the fbi is flying here?” you nodded along, “fbi agents?” you nodded again, “probably field agents or whatever they’re called. they’ll sit in on the trial, survey the scenes, collect evidence and all.” the familiar clicking of donna’s heels brought a smile to your face, “profilers.”

your heart dropped with one word, “what’d you say?” donna made her way to the two of you, plopping herself down in the chair next to you, “it’s those fbi profilers. yknow, they look at the room and can tell you if he’s left or right handed, blonde, mommy issues and all. nice little packaged criminal profile in seconds.” you couldn’t help correcting her, having dealt with your fair share of assumptions in your years as a profiler.

“that’s not how it works,” harvey swiveled in his chair as donna looked your way, “oh?” harvey smirked as you sighed, “that’s not how it works, we don’t just walk into a room and have it speak to us. we survey the place, fresh eyes and open minds. we look for the things that everyone else seems to miss. we put ourselves in the minds of the criminals themselves, to get a better understanding of them, why they did it and all. you work your way back, start from the victim maybe, see where they’ve been, what they did in the last week, who they talk to. sometimes the killers in their personal circle but not always. every case is different, we try our best to provide an accurate, unbiased profile.”

“i want to take you on my desk, right now.” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends words as donna stared intently, “we. you said ‘we’, as if you know what they do and their job. oh my god, you use to be one. that’s the job you had before coming here! you have a degree in criminal justice, and you said your last job you were at for what, seven years?”

“i graduated high school early, entered harvard at a young age, graduated, entered the fbi at the same time as a— friend. was also studying law, sat the exam in new york since it’s where i wanted to be. finished up at harvard, i was mid to late twenties when i left, wound up here and am now a junior partner, capiche?”

“could just say your age.” mike stood by the door with a wad of files in his hand, “i’d rather die, mike.” harvey laughed, “please don’t incentivise my lovely girlfriend to killing herself mike.”

“as nice as it is to see you all bonding, and trust me, it hits me right in the heart, jessica wants yourself and y/n in the conference room.” louis spoke from the door as you stood up, “first of all, trust with you is fickle, second, tell it to hit you in the face next time lou.” you smacked harvey’s arm as he held his arms up, “friendly fire, i’ll put it out later.” you shoved him by his back before smiling at louis, “i’m sorry about him, he’s not a big fan of the fbi.” louis nodded as he followed you, “duly noted.”

“she’s right, damn pigs.” harvey joked as you approached the conference room, “your highness,” you grinned, “you never treat me so nicely when we’re at home harvey.” he held his hand over his heart, “now don’t lie sweetheart, i’m as nice as mike.” the snort that left your lips had harvey doubling over, “oh please, nice as mike? you wish.”

your giggles were drained from your throat as you stared at half of your old team.

derek morgan, emily prentiss, penelope garcia & spencer reid. the last name, and face you’d still not looked at yet. thankfully, harvey noticed your tenseness, “y/n? sweetheart, you alright?” there it was, that word, sweetheart. spencer couldn’t help but wonder, was it just a word? you always use to call him it, before you dated, teasing of course.

“yeah, i’m fine harv.” he nodded, even if he didn’t believe you he could always ask later on. pulling out his and yours chairs, you sat next to one another. “harvey specter & y/n l/n?” emily questioned as you nodded, “the one and only. and then there’s y/n.” harvey leaned back in his chair, whilst derek stared him down.

what an ass. is what he wanted to say, it was also what he assumed emily was thinking. “emily.” she glanced over at you, surprised at you using her name, “it’s nice to see you all. how’ve you been?” and the bewildered expression was wiped clean off your face, no remnant left. you were a damn lawyer, if there was one thing you’d learned, it was to keep a straight face.

penelope smiled, “we’ve been good, y/n. but we miss you, back home. you’re a lawyer now huh?” you grinned, “the one and only.” harvey squeezed your hand, you squeezed back. “youngest junior partner, ever. my dream. just hoping to make it to senior partner soon, take the title of youngest out from under this guy. i’m happy here, i hope you are too. but down to business.”

and for the next few hours, you’d sat and listened. overlooking the case files, giving statements, reviewing security footage from surrounding houses. at some point mike ended up in the room, having met with your client and being harvey’s associate.

you’d had the pleasure of introducing spencer and mike, the two undeniably similar. you felt comfortable, even betting with penelope that if they touched the world would implode.

“and how much would he loose?”

“127,478.23.” mike and spencer rushed out as the rest of you fought to suppress your smiles, “well y/n, seems like we’ve got a genius-off.” derek laughed as the two men looked towards you, “don’t worry i’ll still love you mike.” mike scoffed at your words, “what makes you think i’d loose?”

“because i know you, and i know reid. trust me, you’d loose.”

reid. not spencer, spence, sweetheart. none of the above, you’d used his last name. as if he was nothing more than a colleague.

“okay, we’ve been here for far too long. and as much as i’d like to sit here and slowly rot, i’d rather do that at the restaurant i have booked for dinner with two lovely ladies. y/n and i have a trial date tomorrow, 8.00am. i think, we bring him along, show him what’s to happen if he doesn’t confess, than toast victory champagne when said confession rolls through. how’s that sound?” if derek’s grin was any indicator, besides a big fat yes?

spencer wanted to puke, ‘lovely ladies?’ multiple women? this man was insufferable. you gathered yourself and harvey’s files, a hand gestured towards you, the last file in said hand. “thanks reid.” he smiled, “no problem-o.” your eyebrows furrowed, “never change do you?” spencer didn’t have time to respond, his brain was too busy blowing a fuse as harvey opened the door for you. “ready for dinner lovely lady?” they all heard harvey ask as you nodded, the four watched as you walked out, his hand on your back as he pecked you on the lips.

“reid, you alright?” derek’s hand rested on his shoulder, “i’m fine, why wouldn’t i be fine? don’t we have places to be? hotch would want to know their on our side, that they reviewed all the information. they’ll help us get a confession out of him.” derek sighed, “because you just saw your ex, who you haven’t seen in years. the one you never got over, happily living in new york as comfortable as possible. a successful business woman and lawyer, happily in a relationship.”

spencer shook his head, “you don’t know that.” emily directed a sympathetic smile his way, “we sat with them for three hours. we watched them laugh, bounce off of eachother for theories, quite literally finish eachothers sentences. order food for eachother without asking, and get their meals right. they held hands when they could, he continued to call her sweetheart. and now they’re going out to dinner.”

spencer’s shoulder dropped, they were right. he’d come here excited at the possibility of seeing you again, talking to you. maybe even beginning again with you. instead, you’re apparently with some suited up asshole. he was annoyingly sweet when it came to you though.

as if the whole three hours weren’t a slap in the face, harvey’s voice rung out through the hallway, “there’s my lovely lady!” rachel, who they’d all met earlier on, was currently guiding a young girl to harvey’s arms. “daddy!” if hearts were boats, than his was sinking. he may have had a chance beforehand, but now?

“is mommy here?” your daughter was currently situated on harvey’s hip, “why don’t you hug her and find out?” your arms were out in the open as your daughter squealed before running to you, “d’you have a fun day with rach?” she nodded her head rapidly as yourself and harvey smiled, he stood behind you, chest to back. his hand rested on your waist as the other moved aside hair from her face, before moving hair from your own.

“now, my lovely ladies, it’s time for dinner.”

lovely ladies, for once, spencer had made a mistake. harvey was going out with multiple women, but not in the way he thought. his daughter and the mother of his child, you.

his words and actions meant nothing, they would mean nothing. you were happy, so happy. you had everything you wanted, a loving marriage and man, a gorgeous family. something spencer hadn’t given you. a man who knew you could hold your own. spencer knew that too, but he couldn’t help himself back then.

right now, you were living your best life.

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fafodill · 4 days ago

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The exact wording of the ask I got was: 'what if someone was asking deprived!Snape (read my whole essay about him) to "break them off a piece of that KitKat bar?" How would they go about it?'

So today we're going to discuss this. Buckle up people.✨

SO his reaction will largely depend on the context and their current relationship but one thing that will happen FOR SURE every time before anything else is that he's going to think they're messing with him.

What else could it be? This man had been so heavily bullied as a teen his self-esteem is buried and has its own tombstone.

"Here lies Snape's self-image. Spit to pay your respect."

We don't have any canon proof of it happening but many people headcanon that some of the bullying might have been people being dared to come up to him and fake attraction or compliment him (so funny omg) only for him to realize they were just messing with him. It's totally the kind of immature stupid shit kids will come up with (speaking from personal experience here). Not funny but deeply scarring for one's self-image. So being told he's attractive would trigger him in his adult life. Any potential suitor asking him out would be welcomed with him immediately closing up and getting angry at them. They'd need to find a way for him to believe them first.

If you're thinking "this already sounds like a pain", yes it is. Welcome to deprived!Snape. Welcome to Snape, basically. If they want a piece of him, they have to brace themselves for the long run.

He will get angry and leave a lot. Fleeing the situation - since it's a very vulnerable subject for him - will be his go-to move. The whole ordeal will require patience. So what should this person do?

Friend or Stranger?

If it comes from a DE he'll think it's an angle. If it's from a member of the Order, he'll think it's a joke. If it's from a colleague at Hogwarts, he maaaay be a tad less suspicious? In any case, it will depend on how close they are. The more time they have spent together, the closer he'll be to not flip out... too much.

I'm a bit torn about his reaction if it was coming from a stranger. Either it's easier because he can lean into the idea that maybe they're lying about their attraction and he doesn't care (and if he's horny then why the fuck not, it won't affect him as much since they both now they're here for physical release) OR he might not be into it at all because he actually needs a real connection (and I think this is more realistic). Severus is a feral cat, he needs time to trust people.

What else? He could also maybe open up faster with someone not from his usual inner circles (a foreigner or a muggle) as the interactions wouldn't be charged with the same deep-rooted habits and expectations.

I also believe he'd unconsciously feel way more at ease with someone coming from a modest background. A pureblood aristocrat hitting on him would have little chance of getting past his natural distrust of them (unless he knows them very well).

So what should they do?

Build trust

The quality of their interactions and conversations will have a huge impact. Do they have an interesting personality? He needs someone capable of taking him on and keeping up intellectually. Can they keep up with him and challenge him?

Severus has a temper. Can they deal with his bullshit and not give up on him at the first scowl? Argue with him? It doesn't mean they can't be nice, but I don't see him get worked up over someone cowering under his gaze.

They need to be stubborn. He's a Capricorn and he's got the horns. He's hard-headed. They need to not back down when he bites or dismisses their attempts at flirting. One of Severus's classic tactic is to hurt people so they leave him alone, so they need to be able to dodge the attack, make fun of him or retaliate.

If they manage to deal with his temper, they will start to see what's on the other side of the snarky exterior. Then, they'll be able to start kneading the dough (Severus is the dough).

Convince him the attraction is real

That person could go the gentle/honest way, assuring him they're not kidding and explaining what they find attractive about him (he'd be super wary and need days to digest it - if he can). Genuine compliments could work quite well as he's good at reading people but it would be a process and it shouldn't be too much at once. He's NOT USED to compliments so if the person goes too hard, he's going to get overwhelmed, distance himself and reject it. A good trick would be to compliment his intelligence and magical skills alongside physical traits. A 2/3-1/3 ratio would be a good start. He would trust compliments about his big brain way more than anything regarding his cute butt.

Complimenting his presence, aura, voice might be good too as it's not directly related to physical traits. Else, physical starters could include hands and eyes. But I also love the idea of taking him by surprise and complimenting his nose. Might weird him out in a good way.

Or they could go the blunt way (or what I now refer to in my mind as the @maxdibert way) and be like "dude, I really think you're hot, deal with it" and leave him to sort his feelings out like a big boy.

The two strategies can be mixed of course. But at the end of the day, the real problem is that Severus as approximately a thousand confirmation bias in his mind telling him this is not happening. So what could they do to help ease this process?

Make him horny

Less overthinking = more chances to get this piece of ass.

Severus Snape needs to be warmed up. And as stated in my previous essay, he's plagued with the core beliefs that he's ugly, ridicule and undeserving. These beliefs need to be kneaded and challenged enough (not healed, this would take decades and it's not their job), so that he can relax and open up to the idea of intimacy.

Here are a few strategies to do so.

First, de-dramatize the subject. Making the topic less taboo by talking about it in a lighthearted way (no flaunting! certainly not!). A good move would be to joke about it. Deprived!Snape isn't comfortable with the subject but it's because it's evaded him and then he convinced himself he wasn't concerned or interested.

-> Here are some of the things he could benefit from hearing: that sex is not a big deal at all and we can laugh about it. It should be fun, a shared moment, trials and errors are part of it and there should no be judgment about experiences and preferences. People with a high 'body count' aren't necessarily good lovers, it's all about presence and intent etc.

His potential partner could share funny mishaps that happened to them and - when there's an opening - ask him what he would expect from a pleasant intimate moment (that's a very advanced move, don't forget he's bad with words)(it would only work in my opinion if they're both drunk and have been going at it for a while).

Also sharing experiences is a great way to build trust and intimacy (and arousal). He thrives on knowledge so learning more about his potential partner might ease his mind in some way (and give him some free intrusive thoughts). See it as added ingredients to make him simmer.

Though they shouldn't talk too much about the number of partners they had and said partner's skills. This might make him retreat. Again: low self-esteem and always on the lookout for an excuse to sabotage it.

Wait what about drunk!Snape you say? That's a trope we enjoy around here. Although I headcanon him as not being a heavy drinker (if a drinker at all because of his father) it would be a great way to lower a bit his inhibition. A DE would have a hard time sharing a drink with him, same for an Order member (he never stays after meetings but could be coerced), but a colleague could maybe drag him to the Three Broomsticks with other members of the staff and then leave early with him. wink wink Come on, rub his foot under the table and look at him choke on his ale. He'll skin you alive with his eyes and you can just raise a suggestive eyebrow back.

Persistence, persistence.

Of course a bit of physical baiting could help with his dusty libido. After all, they'd kinda be dealing with an teenager, experience-wise. Nothing too bold (though I headcanon that his sooty Cokeworth self would get way more worked up over unabashed desire than delicate courting but he's buried a bit too deep at the moment) but a nice cleavage, some leg showing, a fitting pair of pants or robes might not be a bad move. Since he might be uncomfortable with words, they could flaunt the goods in his face! The man has eyes, let him look and scold himself for looking. Also a few heavy looks, biting a lip and lingering fingers could go a long way for such a deprived man, especially if it's directed at him.

At the end of the day, the trick is to make him able to put his worry aside (or snap, if you find the word sexier).

They could go the provocative way, being insufferable and making him want to shut them up.

They could try some endless teasing until he's a lost hot mess, unable to express what he wants except by going 'fuck it' and going for it.

They could go slower and create a safe space with a weekly ritual (every Friday night meeting for a drink/to grade essays/to hang out) which can lead to a late night snog (floating candles optional).

They could be blunt and go 'I want to kiss you so bad right now' as they leave Hogsmeade together and are walking on the dirt path towards the castle. A gust of wind will prevent him from hiding himself behind his hair and they'll see the flush creeping on his face.

They could hammer the compliments and validation, because Severus craves recognition (is there a praise kink in there? yes). So first it could be his mind, his work, his skills... then the way his cape suits his frame so well, his silky voice... and then bam, hitting the nail on the head with complimenting his mouth. Blabbering mess guaranteed. Might flee but blush deliciously. Or might stop dead in his track and then it's time for them to claim these lips.

Kissing

Clumsy. Tentative. Awkward.

But earnest.

He might freeze at first. Wait, these lips knew how to do that once upon a time... how does it go again? He'll need a bit of time to remember but the best way to (re)learn is practice.

It will be a lot for him. As he's extremely touch-deprived he'd be literally rediscovering human contact. So much to feel, the supple of the lips, their shape, the softness, the wetness.

Honestly, deprived!Snape could get really worked up just from kissing.

(They could honestly make him cum just from this and some grinding. Amen. If he does he'd need reassurance after and still might flee and hide and snarl for a few days because male performance blahblahblah. Hopefully they'd be able to skip this step at this point in the relation.)

But I believe he'd enjoy it greatly and this might be a step he'd want to stay at for some time before going further.

Undressing

I headcanon deprived!Snape as being very self-conscious about revealing his body so it might only be possible with someone he really trusts. It might be painfully difficult for him (might require dimmed light if not obscurity but I mean come on, they're here to look at him and it'd be better for him to rip the bandaid... but giving him the option might help).

Either he'll be too aroused to care (or act as if he doesn't) or he'll feel very self-conscious and look for cues to confirm his belief that his partner will find him disgusting. It's the right moment for them to express their desire.

If for some reason he gets too triggered and leave, they wouldn't be back to square one but again, patience is key. He needs time. Or maybe they could convince him to stay and try to resolve the situation by stopping the intimacy and just talk about something else. It could be good practice to show him this isn't a big deal and that everything is fine.

But at this stage, complimenting him sincerely (no coddling) whilst not hiding their arousal could work nicely. Sprinkling some of the fantasies they had about him as well. ('I've been dreaming about these hands on me', 'You have no idea how much I've been wanting to kiss these lips to make you shut up', 'I laid awake at night thinking about touching this part of you'). Showing appreciation with touch could convince him more though and it has the advantage of preventing him to think too much.

But really, he won't like to focus on his appearance as it's something he has no control over so they should -unfortunately- bite their tongue and keep the flood of horny compliments to themselves at first. A new one might be fed to him once every two weeks to slowly build his confidence.

In Bed

Deprived!Snape is: prideful, yearning for control and very sensitive.

Now honestly I could make a whole other post with the different scenarios where he'd be more top or bottom. Instead, I will focus more on what would happen either way.

He'll want to learn. Because Severus is nothing if not a scholar. He's got a very curious nature regarding topics that interest him so if his partner is showing him how they like something, he'll get super serious about it. He will try to touch them in the exact same way at first and he's a fast learner so once it's mastered, he'll experiment. And he's going to be good at it.

That man got dexterity and an inventive mind. And that's canon.

But his focus on his partner might also be a way to keep control during this highly new situation. Depending on how self-conscious he is about his inexperience, shifting the focus on him might be a challenge. Maybe letting him take the lead could be a good idea. But maybe shoving him against the mattress and seizing control is the way to go here.

Now, he will be very sensitive, won't he?

Yes, he might. He might be a whimpering mess in no time. His partner should be cautious and gentle with him. Severus letting his guard down and letting them touch him is a very big effort coming from him so they should savor it and be sure to make it feel safe if they want this to happen again. Help him relax, let him breathe, don't hesitate to pause if he gets nervous. The walls will be destroyed, moan after moan.

But what if he isn't sensitive?

That's a possibility as well. He's been by himself for years and his wariness of intimacy and people is wired in his cells at this point. He's disconnected from his own body and never pays attention to it. He might also tense heavily once in bed with his partner, the vulnerability of it accentuating the disconnection. He might not feel pleasure, might get frustrated and feel angry or inadequate.

This situation - which I find very interesting and seems like a realistic follow-up to him wanting to kiss for a long time and struggling with undressing - is tricky and will require diplomacy and more patience.

But maybe this could be a dealbreaker for him. If the payoff isn't worth the discomfort, he could easily take it as a confirmation bias that intimacy isn't for the likes of him. The best course of action could be to focus on non-sexual aspect of intimacy.

But this essay is way too long already so I'm going to stop here.

What should I write about next? Is there something you wish I had addressed here? Is there something you'd like me to discuss next?

UPDATE: so a few people seem to be mad at me, demanding I keep on elaborating SO. Let's say I'm done here for the 'how to bed him' part (which was the premise of this essay) and I'll do another one following thoughts and possibly... focusing on the different roles in bed (top/bottom/switch) for our dear Severus. See you there.

TLDR: He's gonna be a pain, his partner needs to have calming draught for their nerves but in the end it will be very rewarding because he's starved and inventive.

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Betrayal:: Rafe cameron

WARNING! :: kissing, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, teasing, enemies to lovers, drinking! Enemy!rafe. Pogue!Reader, Ex Pope Heyward x Reader

SUMMARY! :: A pogue is currently in a relationship with Pope Heyward. However, she discovers that not only has Pope been cheating on her with Cleo, but also…John B knew. Her supposed best friend. Despite their pleas, she leaves the pogues. She’s heartbroken. Along the way…she bumps into an old enemy. Rafe Cameron.

A/N:: First post! Hope you enjoyyy!

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The Breaking Point

The Chateau was quiet, but the air was thick with tension, like a storm waiting to break. Lantern light flickered across the room, casting long shadows over the faces of the Pogues—John B, JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Cleo, and Pope—all standing in a loose circle. None of them could meet her eyes.

Y/N stood at the center, her fists trembling, tears streaming down her face. She felt stripped bare, exposed in a way that made her want to scream.

She broke the silence first, her voice low and shaky, but sharp enough to cut.

“How long?”

No one answered.

Her chest tightened as the silence stretched, her voice rising, louder, rawer. “How long did y’all know?”

John B shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y/N, come on, it’s not��”

“Don’t you dare.” She cut him off with a snap, her voice trembling, her tears threatening to spill faster. “Don’t you dare try to defend this, John B!”

Her voice cracked, and for a moment, the room was deadly still. Her gaze landed on Pope—her boyfriend, the person she had trusted the most.

“You.” Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “I need to hear it from you. Say it.”

Pope opened his mouth, his shoulders slumping under the weight of her glare.

“…It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he said, his voice so quiet she almost didn’t catch it.

She flinched, like his words had physically struck her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

“You were my boyfriend, Pope,” she said, her voice breaking as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. “I trusted you. I fought for you when nobody else would, and you—” She choked on the words, unable to finish.

Kiara stepped forward, her hands up like she was trying to calm a fire. “Y/N, it’s not black and white, okay? People mess up. Pope—he messed up, but you can’t—”

“You’re defending him?” Y/N shot back, her voice dripping with disbelief.

Kiara faltered, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I’m not—”

“Don’t lie to me, Kiara!” Y/N’s voice rose, fueled by a mix of rage and heartbreak. “Y’all watched me break apart for weeks. Weeks. And not one of y’all said a damn thing!”

JJ, leaning against the wall, sighed heavily before finally speaking, his voice low and full of frustration. “What do you want us to say, Y/N? That we screwed up? Fine, we screwed up. You’re right. But storming out? That’s not gonna fix anything.”

Her head snapped toward him, anger flaring. “You think this is about fixing it, JJ?!” Her voice shook. “You let me stand there, looking stupid, while y’all knew! What kind of family does that?”

Silence hung heavy in the air, but Cleo finally stepped forward, her voice soft. “I wanted to tell you, Y/N,” she said, her tone careful. “But Pope—he needed to do it himself. I thought…” She trailed off, swallowing hard. “I thought he would.”

“Well, he didn’t! Okay?! So fuck you for pretending to be my friend and sleeping with my boyfriend.” Y/N’s words were cold, flat, like all the emotion was draining out of her.

Her eyes flicked to Sarah, who had stayed silent through the entire argument. “And you,” Y/N said, her voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “You know what it’s like to be betrayed, Sarah. So what’s your excuse?”

Sarah looked up, her lip trembling. “I thought I was helping. I thought if we gave him time—”

“No.” Y/N shook her head, cutting her off. “You don’t get to talk about time. You don’t get to sit here and act like you don’t know exactly how this feels.”

Her voice broke completely, her body trembling as she turned back to Pope. He looked wrecked, but she didn’t care.

“You stole time from me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. “You stole it from us. Do you even get that? I loved you, Pope. I—” Her voice cracked, and she had to close her eyes to keep herself together. “I loved you.”

Pope stepped forward, desperation written across his face. “Y/N, please—”

She backed away quickly, shaking her head. “Don’t. Just—don’t.”

Grabbing her bag off the floor, she turned to leave, but John B stepped forward, his voice desperate.

“Y/N, don’t do this. We’re still your family.”

She froze, laughing bitterly through her tears as she looked at him. “Family?” she echoed, her voice raw. “Family wouldn’t do this. Y’all knew, and none of y’all said a word.”

She glanced around the room, staring each of them down one by one. “I don’t have a family anymore.”

JJ stepped forward, his tone sharp, defensive. “That’s not fair—”

“Fair?” She whirled on him, her voice filled with raw pain. “Nothing about this is fair, JJ. You knew he was cheating on me and you were quiet about it. So be that. Quiet.”

Without another word, she stormed toward the door, pausing only once to glance back at Pope. He looked like he was breaking apart, but it didn’t matter. She was done.

“I hope she was worth it,” she said softly, before slamming the door behind her.

——

A Rare Truce

The rain started as a drizzle, soft and barely noticeable against her skin as she walked, the gravel crunching beneath her boots. Y/N pulled her jacket tighter, her arms crossed against the wind. She didn’t know where she was going. Maybe nowhere. Maybe just far enough that the anger and heartbreak would feel less raw.

But the ache in her chest wasn’t budging. And the tears? They wouldn’t stop.

The sound of a truck engine pulling up behind her broke the quiet. Headlights illuminated the road ahead, making her freeze. She turned slowly, already annoyed, already defensive.

The truck rolled to a stop, and the door slammed shut.

Rafe Cameron.

Of course. The devil himself, stepping out of his lifted truck like he owned the entire Outer Banks. Even in the faint glow of the headlights, she could tell he looked like hell. His hair was disheveled, his sharp blue eyes shadowed by dark circles, and his clothes rumpled like he hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed this morning.

And yet, he still had that damn smirk. That cocky, infuriating smirk she wanted to slap right off his face.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

Rafe raised a brow, the faint glow of his cigarette casting flickers of light against his sharp features. “Look who finally left Poguelandia,” he drawled, the mockery dripping from his voice.

She glared, instantly on edge. “What the hell do you want, Rafe?”

He ignored her question, stepping closer with a lazy, calculated confidence that made her tense. “Didn’t think I’d see you crying over them. Thought you Pogues were all about loyalty.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know shit about loyalty.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head, taking another step. “At least I don’t let the people closest to me walk all over me.”

That hit harder than she wanted to admit. Her lips tightened, her fists clenching at her sides.

“Why are you even here?” she shot back, her voice sharp. “Go bother someone who gives a damn.”

He smirked, a dark chuckle escaping as he took another drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the wet gravel. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not here to throw you in the trunk.”

Y/N raised a brow, unamused. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Rafe shrugged, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket. “Scout’s honor,” he said mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Her fists clenched tighter. “Turn around and leave, Rafe.”

“Why?” His smirk widened. “You scared?”

Her jaw tightened as the rain started to pick up, droplets glistening on her cheeks. “You wanna try me?”

But he noticed the way her shoulders tensed, the way her gaze darted toward the empty road behind him, like she was calculating how fast she’d have to run to get away. And something about her unease made his smirk soften—just slightly.

“What?” he asked, his voice dropping. “Pope finally ditch you for someone better?”

Her entire body went rigid, and Rafe didn’t miss the way her expression faltered, just for a second.

“Huh,” he said, stepping closer. “So that’s it.”

She squared her shoulders, her chin high despite the storm brewing inside her. “Don’t pretend you care, Rafe.”

“I don’t, I don’t give a fuck at all actually.” he said simply, shrugging like it was nothing. “But it’s weird seeing you like this.” He motioned toward her face, his voice quieter now. “All… fucked up…broken.”

Her glare intensified, but her lip trembled despite her best effort to keep it still. “I’m not broken.”

He smirked again, but it wasn’t as sharp this time. “No? You look like you’ve been crying for hours.”

Y/N swallowed hard, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “And you look like shit. What’s your excuse?”

Rafe chuckled bitterly, his head tilting back slightly as the rain slid down his face. “Touché.”

She let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she crossed her arms tighter. “For real, Rafe. Why are you here?”

He didn’t answer immediately, just shrugged, his hands still tucked in his pockets. “Maybe I like late-night drives. Maybe I was bored. Does it matter?”

It shouldn’t. But something about the rawness in his voice made her hesitate.

“You want a beer?” he asked suddenly, jerking his chin toward the truck.

She blinked, caught off guard. “Do I look like I wanna drink with you?”

“You look like you need it more than I do,” he said, already turning back toward the truck without waiting for her answer.

The Beach – Later

The rain had eased into a soft drizzle by the time they sat on the sand, the open case of beer between them. The glow of the headlights cast long shadows across the wet ground, the sound of the waves breaking against the shore.

Y/N leaned back, staring at the sky. She’d stopped crying, but her chest still felt heavy, her hands shaky as she gripped the beer bottle.

“You ever think this place is cursed?” she muttered, breaking the silence.

Rafe let out a low laugh, taking a swig of his beer. “Cursed, huh? Sounds like something a pogue would say always into the make believe shit.”

Her head snapped toward him, her glare sharp. “Don’t.”

“What?” he asked, smirking around the bottle. “Too soon?”

“Too soon,” she snapped.

His smirk faded slightly, but his eyes stayed locked on her. He tilted his head, studying her like she was some kind of puzzle.

“I don’t get you,” he said finally.

“Good,” she said, her voice curt.

He ignored her, leaning closer. “You should hate all of them right now. But you don’t, do you?”

Her lip curled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” His voice dropped, sharper now, pressing her buttons like he always did. “They screwed you over, and you’re out here crying over them like they’re worth it. Why?”

Her chest tightened, her grip on the bottle firm. “Because I’m not like you, Rafe.”

He laughed, low and bitter. “You think you’re better than me? Newsflash, sweetheart. You’re out here drinking with me, and they’re probably back at the Chateau laughing about how they got away with it.”

Her throat tightened, and she looked away, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling again.

“They don’t deserve you,” he said after a long pause, his voice quieter now.

She glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Why do you care?”

He shrugged, his smirk twitching back into place. “Like I said, I don’t. Just saying what I see.”

She studied him, searching for an angle, but all she saw was someone just as broken as she felt.

“What about you?” she asked softly. “Why are you out here, really?”

His jaw tightened, and he took another long swig of his beer before answering. “Turns out you can’t trust anyone. Not even the people closest to you.”

“Sofia? The girl I’ve been seeing you with lately…”

His eyes darkened, his grip on the bottle tightening. “Yeah. That bitch played me good. Told her to pack her shit and get the fuck out of my house.”

They sat in silence for a while, the sound of the waves filling the space between them.

“So now what?” she asked finally.

He exhaled, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “Now? I get even.”

She nodded slowly, her voice soft but firm. “Yeah. Me too.”

Rafe raised his bottle toward her in a mock toast, his smirk returning. “To bad decisions.”

She clinked her bottle against his, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “And revenge.”

——

The tension in Rafe's room was suffocating, wrapping around them like the heavy hum of the AC that buzzed faintly in the background.

YN stood by the edge of the bed, arms

crossed, her glare sharp enough to cut. The alcohol in her veins gave her enough courage to stand her ground, but not enough to stop her heart from hammering in her chest.

Rafe leaned against the desk, casual but predatory, hands shoved into his pockets, his sharp blue eyes dragging over her like she was something he couldn't quite figure out.

And that damn smirk—he always wore it like a weapon, cutting and infuriating.

She tilted her head, the anger bubbling just beneath her voice. "Why'd you even bring me here, Rafe?"

He shrugged, his tone maddeningly calm.

"Told you, didn't I? You can't stay out there all night."

She scoffed, shaking her head. "You really think I needed you to save me?" Her tone was sharp, biting, and it made his smirk twitch wider. "You keep saying you don't care, but you’re really acting like you do."

Rafe pushed off the desk, taking a slow step closer, his head tilting like he was enjoying her unraveling.

"You sound upset," he said, his voice laced with mock concern. "What's the matter? Did I hurt your feelings, sweetheart?"

Her lips curled into a sneer. "Don't call me that."

But of course, Rafe didn't stop. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make her skin prickle.

"Bet Pope called you worse," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of pushing her buttons. "Guess he finally figured out what the rest of us already knew. Lowlife Pogues like you? You don't last."

Her body snapped before her mind did, her hand flying up and smacking him hard across the face. The crack of her palm against his cheek rang out loud, cutting through the room like a knife.

For a moment, Rafe froze, his head turning slightly from the impact. When he turned back, his jaw was tight, and the dangerous glint in his eyes made her stomach flip. That smirk was gone now, replaced by something darker, sharper.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he said, his voice low and venomous.

Before she could respond, he closed the space between them in two quick strides. His hands gripped her arms, shoving her back onto the bed with a force that knocked the air out of her lungs.

She gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to push him off, but it was useless. Rafe loomed over her, one hand wrapping around her throat-not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her pulse race.

His sharp blue eyes burned into hers as he leaned down, his voice dripping with menace. "You forget who you're dealing with."

Y/N's lip curled, her glare sharp even as her breath came out shaky. "You're a psycho, Rafe. That's who."

That made him grin. A slow, wicked grin that sent a chill down her spine. His thumb brushed along her jaw, his grip loosening slightly as he tilted her face up toward him.

"And you're just a loudmouth Pogue bitch who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up," he said, his tone soft but lethal.

Her chest heaved as his words hit like punches, but she refused to let him see her break. "You think this makes you big, huh? Throwing a tantrum every time you can't handle your daddy's bullshit?"

That wiped the smirk off his face for half a second. Then it came back sharper, more dangerous, his fingers tightening slightly around her waist.

"Funny coming from the girl crying over Pope," he sneered, his voice cutting. "Bet he's already moved on, and here you are, whining like a pathetic little slut."

Her breath caught, a mix of anger and heat she couldn't explain burning in her chest.

She shoved at his chest, but it was like pushing against a brick wall.

"At least I didn't have to buy someone to stick around," she snapped, her words sharp and quick. "What was it, Rafe? Sofia got tired of your bullshit and gave you the boot?"

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, she thought she'd actually hit a nerve. But then he grinned again, his hands gripping her hips and dragging her closer beneath him.

"Careful," he said, his voice low and laced with dark amusement. "Keep running that pretty little mouth, and I’ll put something in it."

“Fuck you!” She says as she glared up at him, her nails digging into his chest. "You ain’t shit, Rafe Cameron," she hissed, her voice trembling with fury.

"You never will be."

Something snapped. His mouth crashed down onto hers, the kiss rough and unrelenting. There was nothing sweet or soft about it-it was teeth, lips, and fire, messy and raw. Her hands fisted in his shirt, yanking him closer even as she bit down hard on his bottom lip.

Rafe groaned against her mouth, his hands flying up to grab her wrists and pin them above her head.

"You're all talk," he murmured against her plump lips, his breath hot arainst her soft brown skin.

Her chest heaved, her glare never wavering.

"And you're all ego," she shot back, her voice breathless but sharp.

He chuckled darkly, leaning in close enough that his lips brushed against her ear. "Yet, you want me…"

She didn't answer. Didn't push him away Instead, she arched against him, her lips crashing back against his as her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands roamed down her body, rough and possessive, gripping her thighs like he was trying to leave marks behind.

The air between them burned with the mix of alcohol and adrenaline, their anger fueling something neither of them could stop.

When Rafe finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his lips swollen. His sharp blue eyes bore into hers, his grin twisted and smug.

"Still think I'm not shit?" he asked, his voice hoarse and taunting.

Her lips curled into a defiant smirk, her breath shaky but steady. "That’s never gonna change. You’re still a piece of shit.”

That made him laugh, low and rough, his forehead pressing against hers. "And you're still a bitch," he murmured, his voice dropping into a dark whisper. "But tonight? You're my bitch."

Her nails dug into his back as she kissed him again, hard and unrelenting, her mind spinning with chaos and fire as they lost themselves in the mess they'd made.

——

15 minutes later

The room was a mess, hot and heavy like the tension that had been brewing all night. The sheets were twisted beneath them, evidence of chaos. Y/N's cheek pressed into the cool pillow, a whimper escaping her lips as she clung to the fabric like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth.

Behind her, Rafe gripped her hips tightly, his movements calculated and unrelenting. His hands weren't soft or careful-they weren't meant to be. She could feel the bruises blooming where his rough fingertips dug into her soft skin, but she didn't care. Her mind was too scrambled, her body too overwhelmed by the sensations overtaking her.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning forward until his pink lips brushed the shell of her ear. His voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine. "I knew you wanted this. All that attitude, all that smart-ass shit-just an act. You couldn't wait to ditch those lowlife Pogues and come take my dick."

Her breath hitched at the venom in his tone, tears slipping from her eyes onto the pillow.

She hated that her body was responding to him, arching into every one of his moves.

"Shut the fuck up," she mumbled, her voice shaky, trying to sound strong even as her body betrayed her.

Rafe chuckled darkly, one hand moving to her back, pressing her further into the mattress.

"Shut me up, then," he taunted, his grip tightening. "Oh, wait-you can't."

Her fingers clawed at the sheets as she tried to bite back another broken sound. She wanted to hate him—hell, she did hate him— but in this moment, the lines blurred so violently that she couldn't think straight.

"What would Pope think if he saw you like this, huh?" he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Crying for me, just itching for me to ruin you. Bet he couldn't even make you feel like this."

Her anger flared through the haze, and she turned her head to glare at him over her shoulder. Her auburn curls stuck to her damp face as she shot him a sharp look, her teeth clenched.

"Don't you fucking bring him up," she hissed.

That only made him grin wider, his eyes darkening as he shifted, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. He pulled her head back roughly, forcing her to look at him.

"You're so fucking cute when you try to act tough," he said, his smirk sharp. "Face it, Pogue. He could never handle you. Not like this."

Her lip curled in anger, but the words caught in her throat as he tugged her head back further, his lips brushing against her neck.

She hated the way her body shivered under his touch, hated the heat pooling low in her stomach.

"I hate you," she spat, her voice trembling.

"Yet you're taking everything I give you," he shot back, his tone sharp and full of satisfaction. "Look at you-crying, clinging to my sheets like you can't get enough. You're pathetic."

Her face was hot, fresh tears slipping from her brown eyes. "Fuck you," she managed, her voice cracking. “Rafe….its too much, please...”

“Please what…huh? Use your fucking words.” He says as he brushes his lips against her shoulder. “You can’t can you?”

She tried to push back against him, her hand reaching up to shove at his chest, but it was weak—pathetic, just like he said. He grinned, grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the bed as he pressed her harder into the mattress.

"You don't even know what you're doing, do you?" he muttered, his voice rough but quieter now, like he was studying her. His free hand moved down to her waist, gripping her curves firmly. "You can't even think straight. Poor thing."

Her lips parted, a broken sound escaping before she could stop it. Her brain was scrambled, her body betraying every ounce of pride she had left.

"That's it," he murmured, his tone dropping. "Just let me take over, baby. You don't need to think. Just let me fuck you like I know you want."

Her lips trembled, her body shaking, and she didn't even realize she'd nodded faintly until she felt his lips ghost over hers.

"You hear me?" he spered, his smirk softening into something darker, his tone dipping dangerously low. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

She hesitated, her voice a barely audible whisper as her mind blurred further.

"I'm yours," she murmured, almost incoherent.

"Good girl," Rafe muttered before crashing his lips onto hers. The kiss was messy, full of teeth and heat, their bodies pressed so close that it felt like he was everywhere at once.

His hand tightened in her hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss, his movements still relentless.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips, and his smirk returned, cocky and sharp.

"You're mine tonight," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Got it?"

She could only nod weakly, her body trembling beneath him.

"That's what I thought," he muttered, letting go of her hair to grip her jaw, tilting her head up slightly. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, and his gaze burned into hers. "Open."

She blinked up at him, too far gone to resist.

Her lips parted slowly and before she could even think, he spit into her mouth, his smirk widening when she swallowed without a second thought.

"Good girl," he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, the words sinking into her like a brand.

Her head dropped back onto the pillow as he continued, and all she could do was take it.

Time continued to pass and they were still at it. Rafe was relentless even 30 minutes later.

The room was a wreck, the sheets tangled beneath them, damp with sweat and the heat of the night. Y/N lay limp on the bed, her soft brown skin adorned with bruises and her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, her lips swollen, and her mind an incoherent mess. She didn't even realize she was inching away until Rafe's voice cut through the haze, sharp and low.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Her body froze at his tone, her heart pounding. Before she could answer, Rate's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back onto the bed like she weighed nothing. She gasped, her back hitting the mattress as she looked up at him.

"Rafe, I-"

"You're not fucking done," he growled, leaning over her, his sharp eyes glinting with something dark. "I didn't tell you to stop."

She shook her head weakly, her voice trembling. "I... I can’t.”

"you can," he snapped, cutting her off. His hand moved to grip her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "Nah. You don't get to go quiet on me now. I want to see that pretty face while I make you come again."

Her breath hitched at his words, heat flaring in her cheeks. "You're fucking crazy," she muttered, her voice shaking.

"And you're soaking the fucking sheets," he shot back, his smirk sharp and cocky. "Don't act like you're not loving this."

Her glare faltered, her lips parting as he leaned closer, his other hand moving down to grip her thigh.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone low and rough. "Tell me you love it."

Her head turned, defiance flaring for a brief second, but Rafe wasn't having it. His hand lightly slapped her cheek, just enough to sting and draw her attention back to him.

"Say it," he repeated, his voice dangerous now. "Don't make me fucking ask again."

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I.. I love it."

"What was that?" His smirk widened, his fingers brushing over her flushed cheek. “Speak up, baby. I didn't hear you."

"I love it," she said louder, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

"Good girl," he murmured, his tone soft but mocking. His thumb traced her bottom lip before he pulled back slightly, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned her.

"Now, say it properly. Tell me how much you love when I fuck your pussy."

Her face burned, her voice catching in her throat as her embarrassment swelled.

"Rafe, I..."

He tilted his head, one eyebrow arching as his smirk turned wicked. "Say it, or I'll make sure you regret it."

"I love when you fuck my..." She hesitated, her eyes fluttering closed as her voice dropped to a whisper. "Pussy."

"That's my girl," he growled, dragging her closer and pressing her back into the mattress. "Took you long enough."

He didn't give her a chance to recover before his lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "You know, I think you're finally figuring out how this works," he murmured against her, his hand sliding between her legs, making her gasp.

Her back arched, her breath coming in quick gasps as he gripped her chin again, forcing her to look at him.

"Eyes on me this time," he commanded. "I wanna see that pretty face when you beg for me to let you come."

Her body trembled as she nodded faintly, her voice breaking as he pushed her further.

"Good girl," he muttered again, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Now, tell me. Who makes you feel this good?"

"You do," she whimpered, her voice cracking.

"Say it again," he demanded, his grip on her chin tightening slightly as he used his other hand to slap her thigh, leaving a mark.

"You do, Rafe," she cried out, her voice desperate now.

"Damn right," he groaned, his lips crashing onto hers in a messy, breathless kiss.

Her body gave in completely, her mind lost in the haze of his words, his hands, his dominance. She wasn't thinking about the Pogues anymore, or even herself. All she could focus on was him.

And that was exactly how Rafe wanted it.

The room was still stifling with heat and tension, the sheets a twisted mess beneath them. Y/N was trembling, her body completely spent, her head falling to the side as she tried to catch her breath. Every inch of her felt worn out, but the look on Rafe's face told her he wasn't finished.

Rafe leaned back for a moment, his chest rising and falling as a wicked smirk curled on his lips. His sharp blue eyes gleamed in the dim light as they dragged over her, taking in the mess she'd become.

"You're not fucking done," he said suddenly, his voice sharp and commanding.

Her head snapped up weakly, her brows furrowing. "Oh my god, Rafe. I can’t even move. Please-"

"Shut up," he cut her off, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up toward him. His grip wasn't gentle, his thumb brushing roughly across her bottom lip. "You were made for this. Don't act like you can't handle it."

She shook her head faintly, her voice shaky.

"Rafe it’s too much... I-can’t"

He’s gaze is soft for a split second, thinking about how pretty she is…all stressed and overstimulated, but it quickly turns into a smirk and she’d began to wonder what she’d gotten herself into.

"You can," he growled, his smirk widening.

"And you will. You've been running that smart-ass mouth for years, so let's put it to some fucking good use."

Her eyes widened, her body tensing as he shifted, pulling her up by her jaw so she was on her knees in front of him.

"Rafe," she started again, but he silenced her with a light slap to her cheek.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his tone low and dangerous.”

Her lips parted automatically, her body betraying her as the command sent heat pooling in her stomach.

"Good girl," he murmured, his thumb sliding over her lip. "Now, suck my dick, bitch."

Her cheeks burned with humiliation and overwhelming desire, her body trembling as she hesitated for a split second. That was all it took for Rafe's smirk to darken, his grip on her jaw tightening slightly.

The sheer size of it was intimidating. Of course she’d seen it earlier when he was fucking her, but with it hovering over her like this, casting a shadow over her pretty face…it seemed so much bigger than it already was. It was thick…long…veiny and pale with a tip that was slightly pink. He had to be nine inches or longer. There was no way he was less.

"Don't make me fucking tell you twice," he warned, his voice cutting through her hesitation like a blade. “Here, let me make it easier for you.” He grunts out as he looks down at himself and spits on it, making her breathe hitch a little.

The sight of Rafe’s spit trailing down his own dick seemed to entrance her a bit.

Swallowing hard, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his tip as she obeyed. Rafe groaned low in his throat, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements, his breathing uneven as he watched her.

"That's it," he muttered, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Take it all, baby. Don't you fucking stop until I tell you."

Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as he set the pace. His hold on her hair was firm, but not painful, guiding her exactly how he wanted.

"Damn," he groaned, his smirk widening as he watched her tongue dart out to meet the spit that was trickling down the veins of his cock.

"Always knew you'd be good at this. Pogue bitch with a big fucking mouth."

Her cheeks burned at the words, but she didn't stop, didn't pull away.

"You love this shit," he muttered, his hand tightening in her auburn curls. "Admit it. You love taking me like this.

Her voice was muffled as she tried to protest, but Rafe didn't let her pull back.

"Hell no” He gritted, his voice laced with arrogance.

"You're getting off easy. Say it. Tell me you want my cum down your throat."

Her body tensed, her cheeks flaming as she hesitated.

"Say it," he snapped, giving her hair a light tug.

"I want it," she murmured, her voice muffled and shaky.

"Want what?" he demanded, his smirk growing as he looked down at her. "Say it all."

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible as she forced herself to speak. "I... I want your cum down my throat...please Rafe."

"Good fucking girl," he growled, his pace quickening.

Her mind went blank, her body trembling as she let him take over completely. When he finally groaned low and he nutted in multiple spurts, pulling her closer as he released, she had no choice but to take it all.

"Every fucking drop," he muttered, his voice rough and breathless.

Y/N closes her eyes and takes everything the kook gives her.

——

Tannyhill – Rafe’s Room – Late Night

The moon spilled faint light through the window, illuminating the mess they’d made—the tangled sheets, discarded clothes, and the heavy, lingering heat in the air. Y/N lay on her back now, her body still humming with exhaustion, her skin warm beneath the thin blanket Rafe had tossed over her at some point.

Rafe sat beside her, perched against the headboard, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. His sharp blue eyes flicked to her occasionally, watching her—studying her. She was beautiful, lying there with her curls spilling across the pillow, her glowing, deep brown skin contrasting sharply against the ivory sheets. Even wrecked and worn out, she looked regal, like some kind of fallen queen.

It pissed him off how much he liked looking at her.

Y/N let out a heavy breath, staring at the ceiling, her brows pulled together. “This is so fucked up,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head faintly.

Rafe smirked, blowing out a slow stream of smoke. “Welcome to my world, princess.”

She shot him a glare at the nickname, pushing herself up slightly to sit against the pillows. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” he taunted, his lips twitching. “It suits you. You look the part.”

Y/N snorted bitterly, her arms crossing over her chest as she looked away. “I don’t belong here, Rafe. And you know it.”

He tilted his head, watching her closely. “You don’t belong there either,” he said softly.

Her frown deepened, her gaze snapping to his. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Rafe tapped the ash off his cigarette, his smirk softening into something closer to a smile—something almost genuine. “Come on. You’re smarter than them, better than them. You’re just too fucking loyal to see it.”

Y/N blinked, stunned into silence for a moment. “Loyal?” she echoed, her voice sharp. “To who? The people who—”

“Left you,” Rafe cut her off smoothly, his tone low and dangerous. “You’re out here crying over Pope, over them, and where are they right now? Huh? You think they’re losing sleep over you?”

Her jaw clenched as his words hit her, hard and fast, the truth behind them sinking in deeper than she wanted to admit.

“They’re not your friends,” Rafe continued, his voice quieter now, softer. “They’re not your people.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, looking away as her throat tightened.

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice steady but insistent. He shifted closer to her, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin toward him so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “They let you walk out there in the rain, Y/N. They made you feel like shit, and you’re still sitting here crying over them like they deserve it.”

Y/N blinked hard, her eyes burning as the tears threatened to spill again. She hated how his words made sense—how they cut through every wall she’d built around herself.

“And Pope?” Rafe continued, his smirk darkening. “He’s the worst one of all. He had you, and what’d he do? Threw you away. Made you feel small. And those ‘friends’ of yours let him do it.”

Her face twisted as she swallowed hard, her voice breaking. “Stop. I can’t take it.”

Rafe didn’t. He leaned closer, his hand still on her chin, his thumb brushing her lip as his voice dropped. “No, you need to hear this. You think they care about you? They’re laughing at you right now. All of them. And Pope? Bet he’s with Cleo, acting like you never existed.”

Her breath caught at that, her nails digging into her palms as her chest ached.

Rafe watched the flicker of pain cross her face, his smirk softening just a touch. “You don’t deserve that, Y/N. You’re better than that.”

“And what, Rafe?” she snapped, her voice shaking. “I’m supposed to trust you?”

“Why not?” he challenged, his eyes glinting. “I’m the only one telling you the truth. I’m the only one who sees you for who you are.”

Y/N scoffed faintly, shaking her head, but her resolve was starting to crack.

“You want to get back at them?” Rafe asked suddenly, his tone smoother now, like honey. He leaned back slightly, watching her carefully. “You want them to feel half of what they made you feel? I can help you.”

She blinked, staring at him like he was insane. “Revenge?”

“Yeah,” Rafe said, his smirk returning. “Think about it. You leave them behind—completely—and you come with me. Forget Poguelandia. Forget Pope. You wanna know the best way to hurt someone like him?”

She swallowed hard, refusing to answer.

Rafe grinned, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You show him what he lost.”

Y/N’s heart pounded, her eyes locked on his as his words twisted around her like smoke, intoxicating and dangerous.

“There is no way you’re being for real right now,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Rafe shot back, his tone dead serious. “You stay here. With me. You wanna be treated like the queen you are? I’ll do it. Fuck Pope, fuck the Pogues. Let them see you on my arm, living better than they ever could. Let them feel it.”

Y/N stared at him, her mind spinning. His words made too much sense, and that terrified her.

“You’re crazy,” she murmured.

“Maybe,” Rafe said, smirking again as his thumb brushed her lip. “But you knew that before we fucked. Come on…I could make you forget all about Pope and those bankrupt pogues.”

She swallowed hard, her gaze searching his face, trying to find any crack in the madness he was spinning. But there was none—only confidence, only promise.

“You have nowhere else to go,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “I kicked Sofia out. There’s room. You’re not going back there, Y/N. Not after this. You don’t want to.”

His words dug in deep, pulling at the darkest parts of her—the anger, the hurt, the betrayal she couldn’t shake.

“What’s in it for you, huh?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe grinned, his hand sliding up to grip her throat again, his touch possessive but gentle. “You. That’s it.”

Her breath hitched as his lips ghosted over hers, and despite herself, she didn’t pull away.

“Think about it,” he whispered, his voice low and smooth. “Revenge looks good on you.”

Before she could argue, Rafe kissed her again—slow, deep, but still tinged with that dangerous edge that came with him. His hands slid over her curves possessively, like he was already claiming her.

When he finally pulled back, his smirk returned, softer this time but no less wicked.

“You’ll come around,” he said confidently, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “You always do.”

Y/N stared at him, her chest rising and falling as she tried to ignore the way her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch.

And the worst part?

A small part of her already believed him as she subconsciously traced his abs with her acrylics. He didn’t say anything. Neither did she. They knew what they had to do.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #outer banks

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autonomyofadeer · 7 months ago

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sevika and her baby ✧.*

16+

plot: sevika stumbles upon a hidden gem inside the brothel. who is to deny her her fun after a long day?

tags: genderless, zaun au, fingering, cunnilingus, choking, ribbon tying, spanking, sevika x reader, fem bodied reader

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it's currently 10:04 pm, the brothel has been slow today for some odd reason. people whisper about a brawl that happened between silco's men and some barkeep, but i pay no mind. babette suddenly knocks on the wall to my room.

"y/n? there's a customer here for you." babette tells you, a sly hint of hesitancy in her tone. why was babette nervous? there was no time to be thinking these dumb questions, i had a client.

"thank you ma'am." i reply hastily. i jump out of bed, slipping on my fox mask, orange with hints of gold lacing along the edges. i tighten my black and gold corset, pulling the strings to cinch my waist. lastly i slip on my heels and i lie on the bed waiting.

after a few minutes, loud footsteps could be heard from across the hall. until they stopped at your room. a metallic hand pulls aside the curtain. my eyes go wide. it was the all known sevika, the woman that men scattered in the streets from. the most well known and powerful woman in all of zaun was now in your room, wanting your time.

"so.. what's your name doll?" sevika says, the words dripping from her tongue like pure honey. she strides towards me until shes stopped at the foot of my bed.

my mouth seems to go dry, my tongue being stuck in my mouth and suddenly i no longer know what to say. i have to admit, i was frightened of her and of all the stories ive heard.

"hm? cat's got your tongue? too bad.. wish i could hear your beautiful voice." sevika replies to herself, cupping my chin in her hand as she slips off my mask. she runs her fingers over my lips as a prompt. i slack my jaw and she easily slips her fingers into my mouth. i circle her thumb with my tongue, suckling slightly on it.

"jus' like that doll." she murmurs to me as she presses her thumb flat on my tongue, causing me to gag.

"such a pretty thing" she says to me as she moves over to the table of toys. "too bad you'll be ruined once im done with you." she tells me as one last warning. she grabs a set of ribbon ties and a blindfold.

my eyes flutter at the items she picks up. "y/n." i stammer out, "my name is y/n" i tell her as she moves back to the bed. i move into the middle of the bed as she kneels at the edge of it.

"such a pretty name for a pretty lass like you, yeah?" she tells me, my face going a pale pink. she suddenly pulls my wrist, spinning me around and onto my stomach. my face was now shoved into the pillow. i try to ask what shes doing, but it's to no avail.

she ties the ribbon around my wrists, binding my arms behind my back. suddnely she pulls my head up by my hair, a pained grunt escapes my lips. a silk blindfold is slipped over my eyes. the world goes dark.

metal clanking can be heard behind me, suddenly im spun around onto my back. god i wish i could see what she looks like, i start to imagine her body.. toned abs? c or d cup? what scars does she have? and suddenly i feel a little too damp in my underwear.

sevika moves closer to me, my lower half now balanced on her thighs. a ripping sound of fabric is heard as my underwear is shredded with her knife. "just trust me, okay?" she whispers into my ear before a moan is ripped from my throat.

her fingers pinch and rub at my clit as moans slip from my lips. everything seemed heightened due to the blindfold. i needed more- i needed her. i move my hips up closer to her, whimpering for more.

"so needy" she mumbles before giving a small slap to my clit. a strangled moan escapes my mouth.

suddenly all friction is moved away for a few minutes until i feel her hot mouth on my peppled nipple. i arch my back, up and into her mouth. small and soft grunts come from her mouth, only spurring me on. after a while of abuse to my breasts, a sharp stretching pain takes control of my body.

she easily plunged 2 of her thick, warm fingers into my dampness. i wince at the pain, but it quickly subsides as she starts rubbing my clit with her other hand. i go to say something, but im quickly cut off as she curls her fingers up and into just the right spot.

my vision goes white for a hot second until i feel her dragging her fingers in and out of me. every few seconds she curls her fingers inside of me.

"please- shit- sev!" i quickly moan out as i start to feel my orgasm approach. i start to grind my hips against her fingers, my thighs clamping around her waist.

"jus' a little more. almost there." she reassures me as she quickens her pace.

sharp and loud moans are drawn from my lips as i feel hot liquid drip down my core, i squirted all over her shirt and pants. a soft moan can be heard from her lips.

i groan at the loss of sensation as she pulls her fingers out, i can hear her licking my juices off her fingers. the dip at the edge of the bed suddenly dissapears as she gets up.

a damp and cold cloth strokes against my clit, sending a jolt down my spine. "easy, im jus' cleaning you up." she coos to me.

next thing i know the binds on my arms are coming undone, falling down at my sides. i pull them to my stomach as i rub the leftover marks where the ribbon was. i take off my blindfold to thank her for her service, but the curtain was already shut. she had disapeared like most of my usual customers. three silver and a bronze coin lay at my desk.

i wonder if i'll ever see her again.

thank you for reading if you got this far! this is my first post, not sure if ill do more. just depends on if people like my writing!

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vixstarria · 1 year ago

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A night at the inn (part 2)

Smut galore!

Part 1 here - it's the build-up to this, but not required reading if you're just after some smut

Astarion x Tav x Halsin, Astarion x F!Reader x Halsin

18+, smut, threesome, porn no plot, dirty talk, oral sex, PIV, various kinks in passing, soft dom Astarion, Astarion being a little shit

Approx. 2,700 words (what the hell, how did that happen)

AO3

“Is it company or privacy you desire?”

You and Astarion, who had been lying on top of you, one of your legs wrapped around his hips, turned your heads towards the druid, who paused in the doorway.

Astarion turned back to you to give you a wicked look, as though to say it was your call, before untangling himself from you, with a final slow teasing roll of his hips.

“It seems... Astarion desires a show…" You followed him with your gaze as he got up to pour himself more wine, searching for any signs of apprehension or anything that resembled a slipping mask. You saw no such thing. “...And I desire to indulge him,” you added, turning to look at the druid.

“Only a show?” Halsin frowned, but stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. “I am more than happy to accommodate that, only I thought you of all people would like to take part,” he added, looking at Astarion.

“It’s... complicated,” said Astarion, sliding back onto the bed and letting you lean back against him. “Darling, would you care to explain our current arrangement to our friend?” he asked, trailing a finger down your neck, sending a tinging shiver down your spine.

“Astarion has been taking a break from anything below the waist, for himself...”

“Say no more, I understand,” said Halsin.

Astarion raised his glass and nodded towards Halsin, glad to not need to explain himself any further, before taking a sip.

"And you?” Halsin asked, his voice a low and sensual rumble, his eyes piercing through you. Now that the smaller details were out of the way, you suddenly realised just what you had gotten yourself into, and you found yourself at a rare loss for words.

You’ve done this before, but never in such fine company. And never with the added complication of having to take anyone’s feelings into consideration.

Astarion’s fingers slid further down, below your collarbone, and slipped beneath the fabric of your blouse, circling down to one of your breasts.

“You are not taking any ‘breaks'?” Halsin continued, approaching the bed, breaking eye contact briefly to follow the motions of Astarion's hand, as he started to roll and pinch one of your nipples, before looking back into your eyes, quizzically.

You'd hardly started, and already you felt utterly exposed, a heat growing beneath your stomach. You were completely overwhelmed. Articulating anything was impossible.

“Darling..?” Astarion said, softly, when you did not reply. “Are you with us?”

“No breaks, only insatiable cravings,” you managed, wetting your lips. You tilted your head back to look into Astarion’s wine-coloured eyes. “I think I need you to take control,” you murmured.

“Oh? Getting timid all of a sudden?” he set his wine down to brush your lower lip with his thumb. “You want me to tell him how to scratch your itch? Make sure he does it right?”

“I trust you,” you nodded, swallowing.

Astarion breathed a quick soundless laugh and gave you a brief but tender kiss.

“Very well...” he lifted his gaze to regard Halsin. “Her sweet lips are mine, but you can have free reign over the rest of her, unless she says otherwise,” said Astarion. “My love you will speak up if there is anything you don’t enjoy?” he asked, lifting your chin to make you look at him. “I can’t make every decision for you, pet.”

You nodded. Halsin took it as a cue to finally break the distance between you. He started by lifting your leg to unlace your boots.

“What do you want to see?” he asked Astarion.

“Hmm,” he deliberated. “I think... No, I know she wants to be fucked senseless. Don’t you, pet? Tell us.” he urged with a devilish grin, his eyes still locked on yours, as you managed a weak ‘mmhmm’. “Let’s see that.”

Halsin pulled off your boots and before you knew what was happening, one of your feet was in his mouth. You gasped as you felt his tongue swirling between your toes.

“I knew he was absolutely feral!” laughed Astarion. “No no, let him do it,” he added as you squirmed. “But you are completely overdressed for all this, love.”

Astarion pulled your blouse off over your head, exposing your breasts, and began to undo the lacing on your pants. Halsin attempted to pull them off but they got stuck around your knees. For the first time since you've met him, you saw exasperation on the druid's face, as he struggled.

“I would outlaw clothing if I could,” he growled.

This seemed to amuse Astarion to no end, as he fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him. You somehow ended up being flipped onto your stomach and into Astarion's arms by Halsin, in his fight with your trousers. You giggled as he finally managed to pull them off.

”Are all your dirty dreams coming true, darling?” Astarion whispered to you, kissing your neck below your ear.

You felt Halsin's bulk lower himself onto you, holding himself up over you and Astarion with his arms to either of your sides. He left hot, open-mouthed kisses down your back, starting from the opposite side of your neck. You were caught between the coolness of Astarion's skin and the heat that was radiating from Halsin's body.

“This is impossible,” Halsin groaned as he realised that you were still in your smallclothes. Having run out of patience he resorted to simply tearing them off you in a swift and deliberate motion.

You let out an involuntary squeal as Astarion wedged a knee between your legs and used it to spread them apart for the druid.

“Be a good girl now and don't cause any more trouble,” he purred. You hummed your assent and lifted your hips up, your face buried in Astarion's neck.

Halsin's tongue plunged into you, lapping up your wetness, making you let out a moan.

Astarion tangled his fingers into your hair at the back of your head, near the roots, and pulled on it to lift your head up.

“I want to see your face while his tongue is in you,” he whispered. “He’s being good to you, isn’t he?” You held Astarion's gaze as Halsin continued to lick between your legs. You tried and failed to stifle another moan and arched your back further, as he dipped lower to tease your clit with his tongue. Astarion moved his hand to caress your face, before parting your lips with his thumb. You caught it in your mouth. “Yes, I can tell he is... But you want more, don’t you?” You sucked on his thumb and nodded with a whimper, looking into his eyes. “Don’t be shy... Tell us what you want...” You grazed Astarion's thumb with your teeth and giggled, shaking your head. You knew he wouldn’t let it slide though.

“You brat,” he smiled, his eyes narrowing, before looking past your shoulder and raising his voice. “Don’t give her anything unless she asks for it, nicely. In fact, you should stop what you’re doing now.”

To your dismay, the druid lifted his head from you.

“It would be my pleasure to help teach her manners,” he said. He stroked your wet slit with his fingers in place of his tongue, but it was only a tease that made you crave more.

“Beg him,” Astarion said, grinning, pulling your hair to turn your head sideways, so you could take in a view of the druid over your shoulder.

You shot daggers at Astarion with your eyes. You were glad he was enjoying himself so much, but this man, who had been flicking his tongue over your asshole just seconds prior, was supposed to adhere to your authority at tomorrow morning’s itinerary discussion meeting.

“Please...” you managed.

“Please what?” smirked Astarion.

“I may have a hunch about what she wants,” said Halsin, slipping a single finger in, shallowly, just one phalange deep, and sliding it in and out of you, teasingly. “Is this it?”

“No, no, she needs to say it herself,” interjected Astarion.

“I want more...” you moaned.

“More?” Halsin slipped a second finger in, keeping it agonisingly shallow.

“Your cock! I want your cock deep in me... Please...” you were too frustrated to care anymore.

“Good girl...” purred Astarion. “I’m going to remember this, you know,” he added with a smirk. “Next time you get too sassy with me, I’ll just recall our fearless leader begging for dick.”

“Listen here, you-” you started, exasperated, but were cut off by him pulling you into a deep kiss. He trailed his hand down your stomach until his fingers reached your slit, dipping in. You moaned into his mouth as he began to gently roll your swollen clit between his fingers the way he knew you liked.

You heard Halsin discarding his own clothes behind you, and were about to turn to look back, but Astarion held your chin.

“Ah-ah, no peeking! Let’s keep it a surprise.” He looked over your shoulder. “A very... big... surprise.”

You felt Halsin start to work his way in with his cock, in slow, rolling thrusts, gradually filling you, inch by inch. You were completely soaked, and stretched to accommodate him, but gods he felt huge. Exactly as big as you would expect by looking at the sheer size of the druid himself.

You whimpered as he filled you completely and began his deliberate, rhythmic thrusts.

“More than what you’d bargained for, darling?” Astarion whispered in your ear, continuing to rub your clit. “But you’re taking it so well, my good girl...” All you could do was whimper and moan, as he continued to stroke you and whisper obscenities to you. “That huge cock, all for you...”

“She’s starting to quiver around me already,” groaned Halsin.

“Is she now?” Astarion removing his fingers from your clit. “Do we need to talk about manners again? You don’t want to be rude to our friend by coming so soon and all by yourself, do you?”

“I’ll be good, just don’t stop, please” you whimpered. You could not handle another interruption.

“You have some catching up to do,” Astarion directed at Halsin.

Halsin’s thrusts sped up to an infernal pace, as Astarion pulled on your hair again to lick and nip at your exposed neck, running his tongue over your fresh puncture wounds, where it still felt so sweet for you.

“I’ll be generous, I know how much you want it,” Astarion rasped in your ear. “I want it too.”

He resumed rubbing circles around your clit and you found yourself falling to pieces, a mewling mess.

“Don’t get shy now... That’s it... Let us hear how much you like it,” Astarion continued, hoarsely.

You felt the first ripples of your climax coming on, your moans mounting louder and deeper with each wave.

“Fuck her through her orgasm. She likes that,” Astarion threw over your shoulder.

Halsin’s thrusts somehow got even harder then, and you screamed into Astarion’s neck as your pleasure completely overtook you. The sound of skin slapping on skin had already been loud enough to hear halfway across the inn, if anyone in the adjacent rooms had been sleeping through that, they were awake now.

Halsin’s penis slipped out of you and you collapsed, melting into Astarion’s embrace, no longer able to keep yourself up.

“Still enjoying yourself, my sweet?” he whispered only loud enough for you to hear. “Do you want more?”

“Gods, yes,” you answered.

“We’re not done yet,” he said louder, with a grin, as Halsin pulled you off the vampire by your waist, flipping you onto your back on the bed.

You spread your legs as Halsin settled between them, sitting up. He couldn’t have been far himself, as he entered you again, with quick, needful thrusts, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and you raised your hands to hold them, pinching your own nipples.

“What a sight you are...” purred Astarion, off to your side. “Let us enjoy the view better.”

You let go of your breasts and raised yourself on your elbows, eager to enjoy a view yourself as you watched Halsin’s cock ram you, slick with your wetness.

Suddenly you were distracted by Astarion unlacing his pants to release his pulsing cock. Unable to contain his need any longer, he began to stroke himself. You couldn’t look away.

“Can I have it in my mouth..? Please..?” you implored.

There had to be a delicate balance to your pleading.

You knew he didn’t want to feel pressured. Not even by your need and desperation.

You also knew how he wanted to be wanted. He loved to hear you beg. He revelled in it. In the knowledge that he had such a grasp on your arousal. He would often tease you relentlessly. Usually, he would allow you to find your release eventually, whether with his fingers or tongue, or just from grinding against him. A few times, you pleasured yourself for him, while he watched. But sometimes, it was just a ‘no’ despite the teasing he had initiated himself. Being in control was another thing he revelled in.

“Desperate, are we?” he breathed.

“Astarion, please... Anything... Just a taste.”

He lifted your chin, angling your face toward him.

“Just the tip, with your tongue. I’ll take all your treats away if you get too greedy.”

You hadn’t done this since before your talk about wanting something real together. Your heart just about leapt into your throat.

He continued to stroke himself as you swirled your tongue around the swollen head of his penis, licking up his precum, looking into his eyes.

“I’ve missed this too, my sweet” he murmured as he watched you through his eyelashes, his voice thick.

Halsin was being a complete menace, rubbing your clit and licking the arch of your foot, and you started to get carried away, close to climaxing again, and wrapped your mouth around the tip of Astarion’s cock.

“Ah-ah! Make sure she behaves,” Astarion said to Halsin.

Halsin pinched your clit, just enough to make you jump and distract you. You moaned and continued with just your tongue, as Halsin pounded into you.

“Shall I go easy on her?” Halsin asked.

“Absolutely not,” said Astarion. “Just a little longer, love. You can hold out longer for me, can’t you?” he asked you, stroking your cheek with his hand.

This was becoming impossible. Between Halsin’s incessant thrusts and stroking of your clit, and your added arousal from finally being able to taste Astarion, you were losing your mind. But you did not want to come before he did.

“I can’t!” you gasped between strokes with your tongue. “I can’t...’

Halsin took some mercy on you then, pausing the circles he had been drawing around your clit, as everything else continued.

Astarion was breathing harder, stroking himself faster.

“You can come for us now... Come for me...” he rasped.

Two more firm strokes of Halsin’s thumb, and you came undone again, your walls clenching around Halsin, your legs shaking, just as Astarion’s cum filled your mouth, some of it spilling and leaking down your chin and the corner of your mouth. You were completely spent, as you swallowed what you could. You barely even registered Halsin pulling out his cock to spill his own seed all over your chest and stomach.

Astarion knelt down next to you, trying to regain his breath, and pressed his forehead against yours briefly, before drawing you into a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You felt his lips breaking into a smile as you kissed.

A short while later you lounged on the bed, your head on Astarion’s stomach as he played with your hair, your legs thrown across Halsin’s lap. Halsin was fiddling with his herbs and pipes again.

“Care for more catnip?” he asked Astarion.

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” Astarion rolled his eyes. “But yes. ...Only to prove that it’s not going to do anything this time!”

Sure enough, a minute later Astarion once again sat with a ditsy expression, on the verge of breaking out into inane giggling.

“Gods, I’m not sure I can handle him like this again,” you sighed, shooting Halsin a reproachful look.

“This is a beautiful, glorious thing - he is embracing the opportunity to get reacquainted with nature,” the druid shrugged.

“Tell us about the bear you fucked again,” Astarion tittered.

~~~

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The Pirate King of the North: Part 20

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language and explicit content.

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I have been practically crawling to get to this point of the story. I thought it deserved a cheeky animation. Enjoy!

Law

This is it.

Sanji nods in agreement.

Sanji

Yeah….

Law

We've found it.

Zoro remains quiet, looking ahead with the usual impassive expression on his face.

Law

I couldn't believe my own eyes.

Sanji

There's nothing else in the world quite like it.

Law

We've finally found a creature with a worse sense of direction than you, Zoro-ya.

Zoro feels his face heat in annoyance. He grits his teeth and yells back at them.

Zoro

Shut up! I'm not that bad!!!

Law

Yes, you are!!!

Zoro and Law begin tugging and pulling at each other behind Sanji, creating a commotion that makes Holy growl in frustration. The three had been riding on the back of the blonde dog for a couple of hours now and are starting to get sore and cranky. They’re currently travelling through a wide open path, seemingly getting nowhere. Sanji stands on the dog’s back calmly, carefully studying their surroundings.

Sanji

Wyper said that Nola's usual napping spot is a thirty minute dog run from the city. We should have been there by now.

Zoro and Law continue to wrestle, ignoring the blonde's words, too focused on grabbing hairs, pushing faces and whatever they can see and do that would irritate the other.

Sanji raises a brow and looks behind him to see why he didn't get a response. Upon discovering their tangled state, he rolls his eyes and returns his gaze forwards.

Sanji

Holy, sit.

The dog barks and obeys his command immediately. Zoro and Law yell as they tumble off the creature and land on the ground roughly. Their backpacks burst open from the fall, scattering their belongings around them. Sanji simply hops off and lands on his feet gracefully.

Zoro and Law

WHAT THE HELL?!?

Zoro

What is wrong with you, Dartbrows?!

Law

A little heads up would have been appreciated!

Sanji flicks his hair and smirks at them with a cheeky smile, resting one of his hands on a curved hip.

Sanji

When I talk, pay attention.

Zoro and Law

THE FUCK WE WILL!!

Sanji

Savages! You have no manners at all!

Whatever. Stay here–or get lost. I don't care. I'm going up a tree to get our bearings.

He crouches down on the ground and launches upwards, vanishing in an instant. While waiting, the two repack their fallen belongings, grumbling and tossing the odd rock and sticks at each other's heads whenever they see the opportunity.

They hear a rustling of tree leaves as Sanji jumps and swings down onto the ground. He unsheathes the blades from his claw gauntlet and fixes his disheveled hair.

Sanji

I had my suspicions and I'm afraid that they're correct. We've been going around in circles. For the last hour and a half at the very least.

Law

This is what we get for trusting a brainless beast.

Zoro

Way to get us lost, idiot.

Holy whimpers and droops his head sadly.

Sanji smacks Zoro and Law at the back of their heads with an angry snarl on his face.

Zoro and Law

ACK–!

Sanji

STOP IT! You're making him sad!!!

He clears his throat and straightens up as the other two nurse the bumps on their heads.

Sanji

Now, you two will apologise to him because he's actually taken us where we need to be.

Zoro scratches his head in confusion while Law taps his own shoulder a couple of times with his sword, deep in thought.

Sanji walks to the middle of the wide open path, turns to face them then holds his arms out, as if presenting something magnificent.

Sanji

This.

This is the width of Nola's body.

Law

What?

Zoro and Law stare at Sanji in disbelief then look left and right to process the news. After a brief pause, the swordsman eases and speaks.

Zoro

I know Nola's massive but….

Sanji

We've been going around in circles because she's coiled herself to sleep.

Law

Now that you mention it…

Law observes the treeline at a distance. He sees evidence of movement where Nola allegedly knocked down trees and glided over rock formations.

Law

You might be right. We've been walking in what may be her nest for ages and didn't even realise it.

Sanji

Right?!

Law

Zoro-ya, you said you've come face to face with her before when your crew got eaten.

Zoro

Yes.

Sanji

She did what now?

Law

Is this how big she really is? She's…enormous.

Zoro

To be honest…I remember her being a little smaller. Still massive in size but… I didn't realise she's still growing.

Sanji

They are ancient creatures. Thousands of years old. I don't remember reading anything about giant snakes dying of old age. I’m not sure if anyone knows when and if they stop growing at all.

Zoro

Huh.

There is a moment of silence as the three take in the information, still bewildered at how massive the snake really is. After a while, Law's expression turns into a sour frown as he brings his attention to Holy.

Law

Why the hell didn't you tell us that we're here?

Holy stands up and barks excitedly, his tail wagging wildly at him as if trying to explain himself.

Sanji

…Because we told him to take us to Nola's sleeping spot but didn't tell him to stop. That's why he's been walking around in it endlessly…. He would have kept going if we hadn’t told him otherwise.

Holy barks once more, as if agreeing. Sanji laughs and buries his entire body around his fluffy chest for a big cuddle.

Sanji

Because he's a good boy! Who's a good boy?! You are, yes you are!

The giant dog lowers his face to return Sanji's affection, rubbing his muzzle against him.

Zoro

No, he's not! He didn't tell us that we're here!

Law

I agree. If he was smart like they say he is, he wouldn't have taken things too literally–

Sanji

He’s a good dog who did what he was told. NOW, APOLOGISE!!!

Sanji delivers another smack across their heads, layering a secondary bump on top of their existing ones. Zoro and Law guiltily bow to the dog.

Zoro

We're sorry.

Law

Please accept our sincerest apology.

The blonde creature barks and wags his tail in appreciation.

—

Finding the giant snake took no time for Holy. They kept their commands concise and very specific. The dog had great tracking skills, so much so that Sanji considers getting one of his own. Law agreed, pointing out that there would be at least one member of the party who would actually follow his orders without question for a change.

When they hear loud slithering and hissing in the distance, they dismiss Holy to return home but not without leaving him a generous amount of snacks as reward for his work. They proceed to the source of sound beyond a hill, only to find that there is no sign of life aside from the occasional bird and small critter. Suddenly, it had gone quiet.

Law

How can something so huge be so elusive?

Zoro sees a large trench overlooking the White Sea nearby. He approaches it and cautiously peeks over the edge. It is layered with thick fog but when he squints his eye, he sees a thin line of a long cloud river at the very bottom. As he shifts his foot, he observes that the ground is loose, evident by the occasional boulders and trees that fall off the unstable ground along its lengthy span. He could barely see the debris splash far down below.

Zoro

NOLA!!

His loud voice echoes through the open earth for some time then it is quiet once more, setting an eerie sensation around them.

Sanji

Creepy. So cool.

The ground begins to rumble and they see something shine from far below. Large sharp eyes snap open, staring back at them with a ghostly glow behind the thick of the fog. Sanji and Law flinch at the intimidating sight.

Zoro

Can we talk to you?

The gigantic snake grumbles lowly in response as it scales up the rocky trench towards them. The three run away from the edge to make way as the Nola reaches the top, crashing over a vast area with trees and foliage. She coils herself comfortably around the hill then stretches her neck to look down on them.

Sanji

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

She’s a lot bigger up close.

Law

What…what's the plan, Zoro-ya?

Zoro

Nola!! Do you remember me?

Nola lowers her head gently so her nose is at the same level as Zoro's. Unsure of her temperament, Sanji and Law keep their distance behind the swordsman as the snake carefully studies him, slightly poking her tongue out to sniff. Her giant pupils dilate as she makes an approving groan and shakes her scale in a friendly manner. She nods in response.

Zoro

Good. Nola, these are my fr–

The snake suddenly surges her head onto the swordsman. She makes cheerful purring noises as she rubs her cheek against him roughly.

Zoro

Argh!! Wait!!

Just as Holy did, Nola pins Zoro onto the ground to shower him with affection. The swordsman screams and yells, unable to move under the creature's mountainous weight.

Sanji tries to hide a giggle but ends up snickering and snorting. He shuffles through his pockets and retrieves his camera to take pictures of the suffocating swordsman.

Sanji

Second time’s a charm! They really love you up here, don't they?

Zoro

Help…me! Nola, you're crushing my body!

Nola pulls herself back and stretches her neck high and mighty. She roars a booming guttural sound so loud that it shakes the earth they're standing on. The three cover their ears to protect themselves. As noisy as it may be, it didn't seem threatening or territorial but is more of a greeting of sorts. When she finishes, she eases and adjusts her tail so they're under the protection of her massive coil, knocking down more trees and rocks along the way.

Sanji

If anyone asks, it wasn't me.

Zoro

Nola! We need your help.

The swordsman pushes himself up and pats the dirt off himself, ruffling his hair to remove loose dirt and leaves in it.

Zoro

We need to get to your old burrow. Do you remember where you were born?

Nola tenses, as if seemingly hesitating to respond. Sanji and Law can feel that she is eyeing them cautiously.

Zoro reads the atmosphere and speaks up.

Zoro

These are my friends. You can trust them.

Gan Fall said there might be some ancient ruins where your home was. We're not here to cause any trouble. We just want to see it and get out.

Nola coils herself a little tighter and lowers down, moving her head close to Sanji who freezes when the snake’s tongue touches his chest. The contact felt so light it was as if a feather brushed over his skin. He could practically see and smell her towering fangs from where he stood.

Sanji

Uh… hi?

Zoro

Don't panic. She's just getting to know you.

Satisfied, Nola turns her attention to Law who has a little sweat on the side of his brow. His grip tightens around the handle of his sword.

The snake recoils at the sight of his blade and hisses at him.

Zoro

No weapons. She doesn't like them. Drop it or put it away.

Not wanting to offend the snake further, Law throws his sword on the ground. Appreciative of the gesture, Nola continues to sniff him just as she did with Sanji. For some reason, she lingers close to him longer and begins purring deep happy noises from the back of her throat.

Law

Erm…what's going on?

Zoro

I don't know…. I've never seen her do this.

Sanji

I think she just really likes you. That's a first.

Law

What the hell do you mean–? Oi!

Nola begins rubbing her cheeks against him, forcing Law down on the ground.

Law

Ack–! My…bits!!

Sanji takes more photos, grinning widely behind the camera.

After an unexplained, very confusing and long cuddle session with Nola, Law frees himself by teleporting behind the blonde.

Law

For fucks sake–just tell her to take us to her old burrow!

Nola's massive head begins to make its way towards Law who teleports as soon as she gets too close for his liking. Her head chases him around as he zapped to and fro.

Not wanting to exhaust himself from his powers too soon, especially after Sanji's tutelage yesterday, Law succumbs to running around within the boundaries of her coil in panic, increasingly getting out of breath.

Law

Zoro-ya! Do something!

Zoro

Nola, wait! No! Bad girl! No–sit! Nola, SIT!!!

Law

She's not a dog, idiot!!!

The swordsman attempts to rescue Law but ends up chasing behind Nola's head instead, unable to keep up.

Sanji begins laughing uncontrollably, taking pictures clumsily as he collapses from not being able to breathe properly. When Law runs past him, he picks up his fallen sword and smacks him behind his head in frustration. The blonde didn't care and continued taking photos of the scene.

Sanji

Ah shit. It's almost out of film.

When he looks up from the back of the camera, the three are still in the middle of their everlasting chase. He smiles, warmed by how free and easy this all is.

His face suddenly falls from the realization that this won't last forever. But he wishes it could.

He sits on the ground and shuffles in his pack. He procures a pipe that he owns and the bag of greens gifted by Gan Fall. He lights up and smokes three buds just as instructed. He relaxes into it and shifts his mindset to focus on the now. He feels his mood brighten up slowly.

Zoro stops in his tracks to observe the blonde who looks as though he's just decided to have his very own smoking ceremony like they did yesterday. He likes watching him like this–relaxed and at ease, as if there's nothing in the world to worry about.

Until Law runs into his back recklessly, tumbling them down onto the ground where Nola takes the opportunity to cuddle both of them under her immense snout. They shout for help but notice that the blonde is now humming the tune of Bink's Sake as he enjoys his vice with his eyes closed, tilting his head side to side on beat.

When Nola has had her fill of cuddles, she slithers away to return deep below the trench. Zoro and Law were so tired that they didn’t question it nor chased after her. They approach the blonde who straightens up and gives them a warm smile.

Sanji

Playtime’s over already? Are you kids ready to go?

Zoro

Aren't we supposed to follow her? We need to make our way down there.

Sanji

There's no need.

Sanji glances around.

Sanji

It's…this way!

With the effects of the drug fully active, the blonde marches off while partly dancing. Confused, Zoro and Law follow him.

Law

Will please just tell me how you know its location?

Sanji

I don't. But Gan Fall’s instruction was pretty clear. He said that when we see her, we're supposed to follow the path of the “Rainbow Serpent”, so I smoked the stuff he gave me and now I can see the way ahead. It really does look like a rainbow serpent!

Law

You can…see it?

Sanji

Nola is positively glowing! So is her shredded skin. And this trail looks like it’s made of glitters and–ooh! A pretty butterfly!

No, no, focus! Rainbow. We're following the rainbow. I have to keep telling myself that or I'll–wait! That mushroom looks pretty cool. Oh, hey! The Marimo's hair is so bright!

NO! Focus! Marimo, Traffy, it's your job to make sure I keep focused!

Zoro and Law look at each other in confusion once more, but seeing as though they have no other leads, they follow the blonde who is rambling like there’s no tomorrow.

—

An hour passes as the trio continue their hike. The terrain where Sanji leads them seems to be going downhill. Through it all, the blonde never stopped gawking at absolutely everything everywhere.

Sanji

Wow. Woah. Woooow.

Law

Uh-huh…. Mr. Prince-ya, how much did you take exactly?

Sanji

Just the three.

Law

Isn't that a bit much? It's thrice as much as we took yesterday and we shared it.

Sanji

I'm just following Gan Fall’s instructions. I trust the man.

You two should get in on this. Shame I can't take photos through my eyes! Wait…can I?

Zoro

I think we're good. We trust you. Hey, do you need water?

Sanji

My ever caring, loving Marimo! Oh yes please, I'll have some water!

Zoro hands him his canteen. Sanji kisses his cheek in gratitude as he takes it, then walks off with his water without drinking it.

Zoro

Oh, I also wanted to uh…. Nevermind.

Law sighs in exasperation and rubs the back of his neck, glaring at Sanji who's still dancing to and from as he leads the way.

Law

As a doctor, I am intrigued. Enlighten me, what exactly do you see, Mr. Prince-ya? Do you see heightened colours? Any illusions? How can you tell where to go?

Sanji blinks and glances behind him, forgetting that he was in the middle of his twirls. He slows his pace to walk alongside the doctor.

Sanji

It's a bit different to the common recreational drug. A special Skypiean variant, I guess? For some reason, mostly everything just looks grey with this dose, but I do see saturated colours in specific areas like I said before–Nola, her old skin, the Marimo’s head for some reason, and these…pebbles on the ground. They look like bioluminescent plankton. I believe that it's all pointing the way.

Law

Interesting. And those skin and pebbles form a road?

Sanji

Exactly! My theory is that Nola and her ancestors made paths for themselves to avoid wrecking too much of the island. Less food if they're clumsy that way.

There have been several roads around us but they all seem to be forking to where we're going.

Satisfied with his answer, Law eases and glances behind him. He notices Zoro falling a little behind from trying to find a bottle of sake from his backpack. The doctor shuffles a bit closer and whispers to him.

Law

Sanji-ya…don’t join the Straw Hats. Join my crew instead.

The blonde raises an intrigued brow at him but picks up on the discretion. He keeps his gaze forwards as he takes a swill from Zoro’s canteen of water. He responds just as quietly.

Sanji

What part of “my kingdom is at war” did you not understand?

Law

We will fight for you. We will fight with you.

At that, Sanji plays with his goatee, thinking deeply.

Law

The Straw Hats are a chaotic bunch and you already know how we work. Zoro-ya’s crew won’t get together until a year from now but we’re ready right here, right now.

Hell, I hate to admit this and don't let it go to your head, but you’d be a great addition. You have a natural knack for adventuring. You’ve seen every Heart Pirates’ martial arts skills. You fight similarly, except your style has a bit of Okama Kenpo in it and you use your…whatever those are on your hands. You fit in well with us already.

Sanji

And…how do you expect me to run my kingdom from your ship, Captain Traffy?

Law

I don’t know, yet you somehow managed it on our way here, didn’t you? You will have assignments on board the ship, sure, but I don’t expect your sole focus to be just with the Heart Pirates alone. I’m happy to negotiate how much you’d like to commit on both parts.

I also know for a fact that you don’t like to stay in one place too long since you told me that you prefer to work in the shadows. Since we’re on the move all the time, the Polar Tang is the perfect place for you.

Sanji

Oh… my…god….. You’re actually serious about this? You’ve thought of everything through.

Law nods quietly with an impassive look on his face.

Sanji

Traffy, I’m flattered. I really am. And you know that I love your nakama. But what can you really offer me to even consider this? Did you forget that I’m a king and have all the wealth in the world to start my own army of pirates? I can pay to have your Polar Tang rebuilt a thousand times over.

Law smirks.

Law

Freedom to find the All Blue.

Sanji’s eyes widen at the doctor's ready answer. He stays quiet, staring blankly at the sparkling colours on the path before him. He opens his mouth as if to respond with a rebuttal but Law interrupts him.

Law

You won’t admit it, maybe not even to yourself, but deep inside, you still want to find it. Trust me. I know.

On top of that…there will be a loyal, unwavering, faithful crew behind your back…fully supporting you.

The blonde smiles warmly at the notion.

Law

And you'll have a certain captain by your side. The one who will find the One Piece and become King of the Pirates.

Sanji

Hah! Now that’s something. I hate to point out the obvious but a lot of people are hungry to find the One Piece. I hear your Straw Hat friend is also on the lookout.

Law

He has his own path to follow and I have mine. And I want you to be a part of that. Unless…you're also on the hunt for it.

Sanji sighs and looks up to the skies, unsure on how to respond.

Sanji

No. Being king isn't exactly something I wanted. It was more of a... necessity.

Law

Then step down. And if you won’t join us, at the very least, just don’t join the Straw Hats. They’re a crazy bunch who already fell apart at one point. We can do so much more for you.

I know you’ll say no right now. But know that you will always have a place with the Heart Pirates. We will take you in no matter what happens, whenever you want.

Sanji

Traffy…

The blonde stops in his tracks and suddenly begins balling his eyes out. This finally catches the attention of the swordsman who catches up quickly to comfort him.

Zoro

Why are you crying? Tra-guy, what did you do?!

Law

Uh…

Sanji

He’s so–SOOO SWEET!! WAAAAHH!!!

Sanji falls on his knees and hugs Law around his legs, tears spilling freely from his eyes.

Sanji

And his pants are all sparkly!! I can’t tell if it’s the laundry detergent or he’s just so cool like that!

Law

Let go!!! You’re embarrassing me!

Sanji

NOOOOO!!!

—

As the trio walk, the path before them gradually becomes wilder. Nola clearly had not used this part of the jungle to return to her old burrow but Sanji insisted that this is the way to go. Eventually, they come across a vast gaping hole on the ground in the middle of the wilderness. Its size is similar to that of the giant snake’s body. They stare down into the deep dark chasm where a cold breeze shoots up, creating a soft eerie hum that sends shivers up their spines.

Law

It won’t be safe for me to teleport us down there. I can’t see a thing. We don’t know how far this thing goes.

Sanji drops his bag under a tree and approaches the edge. He flexes his arms and snaps his neck a couple of times before unsheathing the blades from his gauntlets.

Sanji

This calls for a good old fashion leap of faith.

Law

Are you fuckin’ serious? All the way down there? Aren’t you still high?

Sanji

Ehh…I’ll manage. I’ve had worse and it’s already wearing off. Do you have better ideas? If we still had the balloon ship we could have flown down and we’re not exactly carrying a tonne of rope with us.

Zoro drops his pack next to Sanji’s and stands on the other side of the hole.

Zoro

I’m with Curls. Let’s do this.

Sanji

Just remember what we practiced yesterday, doctor. Keep your haki up, and be ready for any last second decisions.

Law hesitates once more before sighing in defeat. He drops his belongings with theirs and holds his sword in his hand. As the three bend down to launch themselves, he suddenly has a thought.

Law

Wait.

Zoro and Sanji blink curiously at him.

Law

You know, we never finished that game…. We’re all tied with a point each.

Sanji smiles broadly at his suggestion.

Sanji

Trafalgar D. Water Law…are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?

Zoro

Really? You want a race? Who the hell are you and what did you do to Traffy?

Law

Shut up! And why wouldn’t we? I still want you two under my disposal. It’s not like I’m at an advantage anyway. I can’t teleport where I can’t see.

Whoever gets to Cora-san first will win the tiebreaker.

Sanji smiles playfully and the two look at Zoro for approval.

Zoro

After everything that’s happened, you still want to do this?

Sanji

How about I sweeten the deal?

Law

Go on….

Sanji

As we all agreed before, the winner gains a favour from the other two contenders so that he may call on them at any time, anywhere in the world.

On top of that…I will join his crew.

Zoro and Law’s eyes widen in surprise.

Sanji

If the Marimo wins, I will join the Straw Hat crew. If Law wins, I will join the Heart Pirates.

Zoro

What the hell? What’s this about you joining the Heart Pirates?

Law

Ugh…I was hoping for your discretion, Mr. Prince-ya….

Zoro

Are you trying to steal him from us?!

Sanji

BUT IF I WIN…

…If I win, you two will stop trying to recruit me for anything. I don’t want to hear any of it. Forever this time.

Zoro and Law look at each other briefly then give a tentative nod at Sanji.

Sanji

Good.

Let’s do this.

—

Zoro, Sanji and Law leap off the edge of the giant chasm and into the dark, racing to be the first to reach the Heart of Skypiea. The rock formation eventually curves into a windy tunnel but the surface is smooth, enabling the three to surf on their feet as they travel at great speeds. As the last of the light fades and they find themselves in complete darkness, bioluminescent fungi illuminate the way ahead, reflecting off small translucent crystals with a glow that guides their descent.

Sanji

Action shot!

Zoro and Law see a flash of blinding light from the blonde as he takes photos of them. Distracted, Zoro falters and loses his balance slightly but manages to catch himself by flailing his arms around.

Zoro

Is this really a good time for that shit?!

Sanji

Now is the perfect time for this shit!

Law zooms past ahead of them as he unsheathes his sword. He slices a large protruding rock out of the way which sends sharp shards flying behind him.

Sanji hides his camera in the safety of his pockets as he bounces off to the opposite side to dodge, sliding almost completely upside down from where Law is. Zoro maintains his position and simply slices off the rocks in his way with a sword. He growls at Law.

Zoro

Don’t be an ass! That’s cheating!

Law

No, it’s not! I was just trying to get the bloody things out of my way!

Sanji

I agree! Got to be sharp…!

The blonde jumps off and lands directly in front of Law. He swipes his leg backwards, tripping him by the ankle and sending him towards the swordsman who receives the full blunt of his body. He falls onto his back roughly and continues sliding down with the doctor on top of him.

Law

THAT’S cheating!!

Sanji

That’s what you get! You started it!

Zoro

Get the hell off me!

Law quickly rolls to the side as the swordsman swipes his sword to deliver a strong force which damages the ground in front of Sanji.

Sanji

Woah, woah, woah–!

Sanji trips forward and dives out of the way. He starts freefalling.

Sanji

If that’s how you want to play it….

He unsheathes the claws from his gauntlets and bounces off the opposite wall with his feet. He spins rapidly to keep up his speed, smashing the earth where Zoro and Law are heading. The two shift their bodies so they split away from each other and from the dangerous rocks the blonde had carved.

Zoro slides ahead. He brings out a second sword and begins to swipe the ground at an immense speed, creating a thick cloud of dark sand behind him. Sanji and Law both shield their faces as their view gets obscured. When they move past it, their eyes are teary and their visions are blurred.

Zoro

Hah!

Law

Motherfucker!

With a flick of his hand, Law summons his room ability and swaps places with the swordsman.

Zoro

Son of a–

Law

HAH!!!

Sanji

Look out!

Zoro and Law

Hah?!

Zoro, Sanji and Law plummet into thick layers of vines that block the entire stretch of the hole. The trailing plants snap as they fall but eventually the dense growth slows them down. All three get bounced around and tangled up into a jumbled mess until they hit a point where they stop–the vines and their limbs entwined. They dangle awkwardly and painfully among each other. They’re unsure where their own bodies start and where they end, and whose arm or leg is on their faces. They wriggle around with difficulty, trying to force themselves free.

Law

This is your fault, Swordsman-ya. If you hadn’t played dirty and blinded us we would’ve seen this coming.

Zoro

Don’t blame me! You started this mess, cheater!

Law

Wait, where's my sword? Zoro-ya, can you slice these off?

Zoro

Oh, now you want my help?

Law

And what is that hard thing on my shoulder?!

Sanji

I tell you what–it might be me. And it’s not my camera.

Law

Gross! Get the fuck off m–

The vines that support them suddenly snap, sending them down screaming at the top of their lungs. All together, they fall hard onto a rocky surface. They groan in unison as they try to recover.

Sanji

Oh, hello there~

When Law opens his eyes, he sees Sanji on top of him at an intimately close distance. His face reddens quickly and he tries to get away but this only encourages the blonde who flutters his eyelids seductively at him while twirling his finger on his chest. He leans down until their noses touch each other and speaks softly.

Sanji

You know, I usually expect my date to buy me dinner first–

Law

OFF!

He grabs Sanji’s face and shoves him forcefully to the side. The blonde lands onto the ground with a grunt and chuckles playfully. He continues teasing.

Sanji

Brunch then? Or just tea and cake? You could eat the sweets off me….

Law

Shut up….

Zoro pulls his legs from under Law and pushes himself up weakly. He stands with a grunt and scowls at them.

Zoro

I’m still not happy that you tried to steal him away from me.

Law returns Zoro’s scowl with a glare of his own while fixing the cap on his head. He stands and pats his coat clean of dirt. The swordsman steps in front of him, sizing him up. The doctor responds by squaring up to him with challenging eyes.

Law

So what? Do you really expect him to join you reckless lot? We travel faster and more discreetly than you. He’s got more opportunities if he’s with us.

Zoro

No, he won’t! You know Luffy will just let him do anything he wants to do anyway! And he’ll actually have fun, unlike with a certain killjoy captain.

Law

What the fuck did you just say–?!

Sanji places himself between and pushes them apart by their chests.

Sanji

Boys…boys! There’s plenty to go around~

When the three calm down, they look around and take in the environment. It looks like they’ve landed in the middle of a massive underground grotto that connects to multiple tunnels as seen above and around them. The large open area can easily nest a giant snake or two. Unlike any body of water on the island which are composed of clouds, they are surrounded by clear sparkling water, illuminated by the fungi that grow on the cavernous floor and walls. Thanks to a thin but lengthy crack on the earth nearby, sunlight trinkles down, allowing climbing plants, ferns and other foliage to thrive deep in the earth.

In their immediate area they are surrounded by cubes sculpted from stones. They are protruding out of the ground and are shaped to make them look like they’re stacked on top of each other at a towering height. They look like small versions of the rare Poneglyphs they have seen, where all sides have ancient texts and some had drawings embossed into them.

In the middle of the room is a lone pedestal with what looks like a glimmering artifact resting on top of it.

Law gasps at the familiar shape. It closely resembles what his Devil Fruit looked like but in crystal form. A subtle glow of light emanates within it.

Sanji

Not…to ruin the mood but…should we call off the race? This is not what I expected at all.

Zoro

It’s another tie, isn’t it? For fuck’s sake….

Law remains quiet, feeling speechless from the sight. As he approaches the artifact, it glows tantalisingly brighter, drawing him closer. The light in it sparkled and moved like it's alive. He feels a familiar pull from it, as if he’s found something that he didn’t realise has been missing his entire life.

Zoro and Sanji briefly look at each other and make an unspoken decision to respectfully keep their distance. They watch Law’s back carefully.

The doctor reaches out and, sure enough, the artifact responds, emanating a warm aura that urges him to come closer. It all seems surreal but Law has a strong feeling that this belongs to him.

Inches away from the crystal, his fingers halt as he sees a small note, shaped like the one he’d been collecting across the globe left behind by Corazon. With a shaky hand, he picks it up and reads the message.

“Thanks for seeing the world with me. I love you!”

The message is signed with Corazon’s familiar heart-shaped doodle. At the corner of the paper, Law notices cigarette and burn marks as if it was done by accident. He chuckles softly.

Zoro and Sanji notice that his shoulders start shaking. They’re unable to see his face but they can tell that he needs a moment to process this. The blonde fetches the camera from his pocket and places it on one of the sculpted cubes near him. As softly as he can, he speaks.

Sanji

Law…whenever you’re ready, you might want to take photos of the writings on these things. They seem important.

Zoro

We can get them translated by Robin later.

They hear Law sniff as he rubs his eyes with the back of his sleeve and nods silently, unable to reply verbally. Sanji’s expression softens at seeing his vulnerable state. As quietly as he can, he steps back.

Sanji

Take your time. We’ll leave you two alone.

Law grabs his cap and covers his face, trying to hide himself. His body begins trembling more but he acknowledges Sanji’s statement by nodding again. Zoro pats his shoulder a couple of times to reassure and comfort him before retreating away with the blonde.

Zoro and Sanji head towards the sunlit area to begin their ascension but before they get too far, Law speaks out.

Law

H–hey guys…

The two turn their heads to him.

Law

Thanks…for everything.

Zoro and Sanji both smile and continue their way out of the grotto.

—

The climb was immense and time-consuming but Zoro and Sanji had no issues scaling up the cavernous walls. Unlike the drop where they entered, this part of the earth looks natural and didn’t look like it was dug out by a giant snake. The surface isn’t as smooth and has plants growing between crevices but that made it easier for them to find their footing. Having some semblance of sunlight also meant that they could see where they were going.

Zoro emerges first. The bright light of the sun blinds him briefly so he keeps his gaze down. He wraps his hand around Sanji’s arm and pulls him up. When they both reach the top, they keep their hold onto each other.

Seeing Law find Corazon’s final letter and gift left them particularly emotional. With no words spoken, they share a soft longing kiss. Their hands run over each other’s figures, feeling and working each other up.

Out of breath, Zoro attempts to pull himself away briefly but is forced back for a deeper, more passionate kiss by the blonde who did not want to let go too soon. Sanji becomes desperate and embraces him closer without separating their mouths, aching for more.

After a while, the blonde eases his hold of the swordsman, meeting his gaze behind glassy eyes. Zoro stares at him worriedly, brushing the fringe of his hair to see two pleading orbs. He cups his face gently with both hands.

Zoro

…What’s wrong?

Slowly, Sanji takes a step back, gliding his hands from Zoro’s neck, shoulders, then down to the very tips of his fingers before finally letting go. He distances himself and flicks his wrist, revealing a familiar dark canister with the label “3” from his sleeve. It seems that the blonde had pickpocketed him amidst their exchange. Seeing that he’d been caught hiding something from him, the swordsman immediately rambles to explain himself.

Zoro

Oh. Don’t be mad. On the way here, Niji left that for me but I… don’t know… why…

The swordsman trails off as he watches Sanji’s eyes become icy and cold. The blonde holds the canister against his chest as he takes another step away from him.

Sanji

Please don’t hate me for this….

Zoro

What are you…?

Above them there is a subtle flash of light against the blue sky. When the swordsman looks up, he sees long white lines travel from a single point then down all around them. They span across the entire stretch of the island, enclosing Skypiea within.

Zoro’s eye widens and his jaw drops in shock. He has only heard of Doflamingo’s fabled Bird Cage but to see its true immensity in real life is downright frightening.

Deep inside, through all of the doubts in his heart, he had feared this day would come. He wanted to believe that everything had changed and his nightmares would not come to light, but he knows what needs to be done. His attention returns to the blonde in front of him with a sorrowful eye.

Zoro

Don't do this.

…I don’t want to kill you….

Sanji takes a deep breath.

Sanji

You will have to.

His grip tightens around the canister. Reluctantly, he spins it in the palm of his hand.

The Raid Suit glows and engulfs him in searing bright light as it changes his form.

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Bonus: Stills

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busyw0man · 28 days ago

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

❝ i wouldn’t find the need to tell you ‘i told you so’ if you weren’t so allergic to admitting i’m right—but by all means, keep walking into walls just to prove a point. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on, but i’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, so this one? this one suits me just fine. ❞

❝ would you come with me? i know i could go alone, but everything feels a little less terrifying when you’re beside me. ❞

❝ that’s not the worst thing i’ve ever heard, but it’s definitely in the top ten—and i’ve been to family dinners. ❞

❝ i would love to help you, truly, but i’m currently suffering from a terminal case of 'not my problem' and my doctor says there’s no cure. ❞

❝ could you, for just one second, think about someone other than yourself? i’m not asking for a miracle—just a moment of humanity. ❞

❝ i’m not going to stand here and argue with you about how badly you need rest. when you crash, don’t expect me to catch you. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up? there’s only so much self-centered rambling a person can survive in one sitting. ❞

❝ i know i need help. i know. but asking for it feels like walking into battle without armor—give me a second to find the words. ❞

❝ do you know where we’re going? or are we just letting the chaos guide us now? ❞

❝ i’m trusting you with this. that’s not something i give away easily, so please—don’t make me regret it. ❞

❝ do you like it here? not the place—the moment. the quiet. me. ❞

❝ are you still happy? and i don’t mean surface-level smiles and small talk. i mean really, truly happy. with me. with this. ❞

❝ i didn’t lie to you. i just told the truth in a way that made it easier to swallow. if that’s betrayal, then maybe you never wanted honesty—just comfort. ❞

❝ do you even like spending time with me anymore? because lately, it feels like all we do is circle the same argument and call it conversation. ❞

❝ one of us is going to have to be honest eventually, and i’m starting to think it’s going to have to be me—again. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something. something real. something raw. but i keep getting caught in the storm of my own hesitation. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type, i think i’d still find a way to make you worship me. or at least remember me in your prayers. ❞

❝ don’t tell me to stop being dramatic. it’s the only thing that makes this unbearable mess of a life remotely entertaining. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me, or were you just hoping i’d eventually give up trying to read your mind? ❞

❝ i never needed you to fix me. i just needed you to stay when i was falling apart. but even that was too much, wasn’t it? ❞

❝ sometimes i think you love the version of me that only exists in your head. the quiet one. the easy one. the one who doesn’t talk back. ❞

❝ i’m tired of being the bigger person. it’s lonely up here and the view isn’t even worth it. ❞

❝ you don’t get to disappear and then waltz back in like you didn’t shatter something on your way out. ❞

❝ if you wanted to hurt me, congratulations. you did it with terrifying precision. ❞

❝ it’s not that i don’t care anymore—it’s just that caring has become exhausting. ❞

❝ i don’t know what we are anymore. i don’t know if we ever really knew. ❞

❝ you keep saying everything’s fine like you’re trying to hypnotize me into believing it. ❞

❝ loving you felt like setting myself on fire and pretending it was candlelight. ❞

❝ i keep telling myself it’ll get better, but i’m starting to wonder if that’s just another bedtime story i made up to survive. ❞

❝ you can’t just say ‘i’m sorry’ and expect everything to go back to the way it was. apologies aren’t time machines. ❞

❝ you left. and somehow, i’m still the one who feels guilty. ❞

❝ i didn’t push you away. you just stopped reaching out. there’s a difference. ❞

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dottowos · 2 months ago

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mea ventus foraminis.

synopsis: You always love running experiments on Dottore’s segments. The prideful and arrogant Omega is just another victim of your very important research.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: You finger fuck Omega’s eye hole and he comes in his pants. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just look up Dottore no mask. See this for wholesome thoughts instead. This may be kind of weird but we embrace that. Established relationship, finger fucking, licking, bondage (Omega is tied up), teasing, sub Omega, dom reader, reader uses no pronouns, there’s really not much to say here, it’s just freaky in another way. Minors DNI.

Instead of the usual red eyes you peered into with Dottore and his other segments, Omega had a very different facial structure. His whole upper face had been replaced by a metal plate. He had no proper forehead to kiss, no eyebrows to stroke, no fluttering eyes, and no eyelashes to brush against. Instead, you were greeted with cool metal, having to trace the fancy blue lines instead. And of course, more interestingly, a wide circle in the middle that held a curious glowing gem. Behind that gem was yet another hole, although it was mostly obscured from sight by the gem.

It had you completely fascinated. Although others probably found it unnerving, you loved it. Omega was still a very handsome segment, even if he lacked typical human features. And of course, with fascination eventually came curiosity which you just had to indulge in - playing with his mechanical upper face.

There were times when you got to briefly kiss Omega’s glowing gem, but coincidentally enough, he always managed to maneuver your direction somewhere else. The first time you thought nothing of it, the second time you raised an eyebrow, and the third time, your Omega radar was sending alarm bells at this discovery. You didn’t know what it was about that part of him that had him so guarded, but you’d find out.

… Which was why you currently found yourself smiling at your hard work, having tied the segment to the bed, although Omega seemed completely unfazed and relaxed.

“My, when you said you wanted to test something on me, I didn’t expect you to go to such extreme measures,” Omega hummed as he observed his current bindings, arms and legs immobile and restrained. “I would have stayed in place without all of this.” You only giggled, seeing as the poor man was not yet aware of your plan.

“I know, I know, but trust me. Without it, the results of this experiment could be heavily affected,” you nodded your head firmly.

“You are aware that if I wanted to, I could break out of these right now?” Your smile quickly turned into a pout as you immediately lectured him.

“Well, I know that,” you huffed. Obviously, there was nothing you could find that could manage to hold back someone with his power level. “But, do remember your promise! You said,” you then tried to deepen your voice in an effort to match Omega’s, “Who am I to deny a fellow researcher an opportunity, especially one of your caliber? Do what you please, darling. I look forward to seeing whether your attempts can garner the result you desire.” Omega chuckled when your voice turned slightly bitter at the end.

“I still stand by those words, of course,” the segment reasoned, although it was obvious that his gaze bore into you, eyeing your attractive body. Oh, he had a little plan of his own - after you were done with this game of yours, he’d make sure you’d receive the same treatment ten times harder. Not that you knew that, of course. Omega preferred to let you have your fun first.

“Hmph… I know you will,” you sat on the edge of the bed, faced with his cocky smirk, his head tilting almost innocently. Omega watched as you crawled onto his chest, purring in satisfaction at the view. He may be tied down, but at least that meant he could focus on your pretty self.

You scooted upwards and leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss on the segment’s cheek, a far cry from what your true intentions were. Yet you couldn’t help kissing Omega some more, running your fingers through his fluffy, blue hair. At least that was a feature all the Dottores shared. He seemed pleased, but as usual, he started up with his teasing again.

“I wonder, are you being so kind as to prepare me for what you have planned, or have you already lost to your self-indulgence? Or perhaps you like getting off track so easily?” Irked yet unsurprised, you pulled back. Omega was an expert at manipulating his words, managing to tease you in a way no other could pull off.

“I’ll make you regret that,” you declared, wasting no time pulling his mask off, revealing his radiant red gem. At your statement, Omega only grew more excited, sharp teeth gleaming.

“Well then, do walk me through your thought process, darling.” You smiled as you traced one of the zig-zagged blue lines on his face.

“I simply figured it was time to get you back for everything you’ve done to me,” you shrugged off the memories of all the times he’d fucked you to the point of tears. “But I figured no matter how much I touched you, I would never get a good reaction out of you,” you sighed in partial resignation. After all, Omega was an arrogant man, bowing down to no one - it would be hard to take control from him. The segment listened on with amusement, interested in what you would do next.

“So then naturally, I had to find another way to get you to submit. It was hard, you know. But then, it hit me,” your voice lowered to a whisper, thumb hovering over Omega’s eye gem. “Maybe this little thing could be the answer. After all, you seemed awfully defensive over it. Something quite unlike you, since you always like having me all over you,” you laughed as you gently stroked the glowing star, though it didn’t elicit much of a reaction from the segment.

“Is that all?” Omega drawled, as if unimpressed with your discovery. “If you were so interested in my face, you could have come out and asked instead of resorting to all of this.” The scholar appeared composed as ever, seemingly trying to make you rethink your hypothesis, but you would not be deterred.

“Oh, but that’s not all. However, I’ll save the rest after I finish playing with you.” You pressed down on the gem, not missing how his smirk faltered for a split second. “Hmm… I wonder, do you like it better when I go slow or fast? No matter, we have a long time to figure it out together,” you punctuated the last word with a smile. With that, you used two fingers to stroke the gem, moving up and down, carefully observing Omega’s reaction.

“For you to be so caught up with this, I have to assume you’ve been staring at me for quite a while, haven’t you? I would have never thought you’d be-” Before the scientist could finish his taunting, his breath hitched at the sudden change in sensation. Now, your fingers were edging along the curves of his gem, rubbing them back at forth.

“I think it would be more accurate to say I’d never thought something like this was hidden in plain sight, right in front of me this whole time…” you murmured in awe at how the segment’s teeth gritted. “I have so, so many questions Omega. Are the curves of the gem more sensitive? Or maybe these?” You moved your fingers to rub against the four pointy ends of the star, marveling at how his fingers dug into his hands. And of course, there was the circular dip in the middle of his gem that you traced.

“Ah, well that’s something I’ve also never seen before,” you observed. The red light from his gem was fluctuating in a way you’d never seen it, perhaps as a response to his gem being touched. To accompany it, was a quickly recovered Omega with a reassured smile back on his face.

“I suppose I have to admit that I am surprised. I didn’t expect you to go this far,” Omega’s breathing had returned to normal. “But do you think something this meager will get you anywhere? Although I do have… sensation there, I don’t believe it’ll give you what you want,” the segment easily bluffed his way through.

“Hmm… are you sure about that?”

“Quite positive, my dear. But, if you decide to be good, I can certainly give you something far more pleasurable. After all, your dedication is commendable, and you seemed to have enjoyed yourself already,” his voice held the promise of a mindblowing reward, one that usually you’d be happy to receive - but today, you wouldn’t let him tease his way out of this.

“Sure, I’d be happy to do that… but after I finish this up.” At that, Omega felt something soft press against his sensitive gem.

You were kissing it.

The segment would have gasped were it not for his excellent control over himself. Your warm breath added more pressure to the star, not to mention, your whole body was pressed against his as well, sometimes grinding against him. With a content sigh, you kissed the star again, murmuring praises which sent vibrations through the gem.

“You…” Now that it was obvious you wouldn’t listen to him, Omega’s ploy of flustering you had come to an abrupt and unfortunate end. Still, he tried not to fidget through the restraints, remaining as still as he could.

“Relax honey, your secret is safe with me,” you reassured him, although it was of no comfort to Omega.

“When I am done with you-” Before Omega could finish his threat, you darted your tongue out to kitten lick the gem, effectively shutting him up. The heat from your tongue enveloped a good portion of the glimmering gem, and it was going to drive him mad.

“Come on, ‘Mega. Where’s your voice? I miss it,” you teased, fervently lapping and sucking at the bright gem. To be honest, these actions weren’t really giving any direct pleasure to you, but seeing Omega like this was starting to get you aroused. More importantly, seeing him underneath you like this was too good to pass up. The segment didn’t have a response for you, more so focusing on keeping his breathing steady - you could feel his chest fluttering.

After you were suitably satisfied, you pulled away, content with your work, although you were face to face with someone who felt the complete opposite. With a scowl, Omega’s previous calm demeanor had melted away into a somewhat of a mess.

“When I am done with you,” he repeated himself, “you’ll be the one regretting this,” Omega attempted to regain composure, although, with his reddened cheeks, it didn’t frighten you much.

“Oh, don’t say that. Just look at you!” You moved over a bit to give him a clear view of his bulge, hardened cock straining painfully in his pants. “I’m not the only one enjoying myself, clearly,” you cooed at his obvious excitement - well, between his legs, not so much with the glare he was giving you.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that either. I’ll make sure you come, darling,” you purred as you cupped his cheeks with your hands, placing kisses on the black metal. “Speaking of, if my prediction is correct… I could squeeze an even more delicious expression out of you.” At that, your hands got dangerously close to his gem again, and Omega unwillingly inhaled in anticipation.

“Relax… that’s not my target this time.” Your finger barely rubs against the edge of the star, moving farther back and running along his circular walls. It doesn’t do as much as prodding his gem did, but it has him wondering what you could possibly do now.

“Ah, here we go,” you perk up as you see your goal. The circular walls with lines all met in the middle of a black wall, and in the middle of that wall was another smaller hole hidden in the back, a blue circle outlining it. It was hardly noticeable without careful study, and you just had to examine it further. As your finger neared the entrance of the hole, the segment tensed up, prickles of pleasure already coursing through his body for some reason - and that’s when he realized exactly what you were going to do.

“D-Don’t you dare-”

“Oh? Was that a stutter I heard, Omega?”

And so, without any warning, you pushed your finger into Omega’s hole, making the formerly prideful man let out a loud hiss. You paused as his neck arched, making your finger sink in a bit more into his eyehole, the sensation going straight to his cock. Sure, Omega had known his gem was sensitive, but he was unaware that the hole had similar sensitivities, having never ventured back there himself. Even though he loathed to admit it, he had been outplayed. He wondered, how long had you been eyeing him up to do this? Still, Omega had decided he’d had enough of your game. He refused to let you continue to have your way, just because you happened to get a big head from finding his sensitive spot.

At the unfamiliar yet arousing sensation, the segment lifted his arms as if he was going to break out of the restraints, before you quickly placed your hand over his.

“Are you going to go back on your word, and intervene while an experiment is ongoing? That’s quite unbefitting of a scholar, Omega. Of a researcher,” you clicked your tongue in false disappointment, shaking your head while your finger had just barely entered his hole.

Unfortunately for Omega, if he stopped you, he would be going back on his word as a scholar, and if he let you continue, you would witness him whining, pliable to your every desire - meaning his pride would be knocked down a peg either way. It was a clever trick you had him caught in, and it was clear you put a lot of thought into this…

“So, my dear, what will your choice be?” You questioned your lover as you continued to work the tip of your finger in and out of his hole. It was obvious that the intention of the hole was not to stick anything in there of course, but the tip of your finger managed to sink in rather easily. However, it was as if Omega was struck dumb by your fingering. Opening his mouth in an attempt to shoot out something cocky spilled out as noises you’d never heard him make. Pitying him, you pulled out for a few moments to give him time to recollect himself, heaving chest speaking for itself.

“I’m waiting… unless this is your way of admitting you don’t want me to stop? Is it, Omega? Too proud to admit it still, so I have to fuck you dumb instead?” Still, the scholar did not protest to your words, only looking at you with flushed cheeks.

“… Well then, seeing as you chose this rather than your precious dignity, you must be enjoying it quite much. Now, stop trying to fight it, and let me hear some more noises of yours.” You plunged your finger back into his eyehole, making him let a choked noise of pleasure. Trying to fit the rest of your finger in was more of a challenge, however, but you’d make it fit. Omega, however, was seemingly struggling to accommodate you in his poor hole.

“You can take it,” you said, words identical to what he’d always sing to you. “I know you can. But perhaps next time I should use some lube… but then again, maybe you like the tight fit.” Slowly, you pushed your finger deeper each time, trying to fill Omega up completely, and he responded to your every movement, as if he could feel every drag and twitch of your finger. He probably could actually, seeing as how complicated and intricate this part of his body was. Soon enough, he suddenly bucked his hips, catching you off guard.

“Ah ah! You should know better than to push me while I’m so… deep inside you. Wouldn’t want me to accidentally mess up whatever goes on up here, hmm? But this is rather cute of you, Omega. In fact, go ahead and tell me how much you want me to touch your cock,” you paused, patiently waiting as his walls kept your finger warm. His metal plate was usually cool to the touch, unlike the other parts of his body, which he could control the temperature to his whim (often used to cuddle you). But now, the metal had become hot as it squeezed your finger.

Omega had never been restrained like this, unable to touch you, unable to touch himself, unable to tell you what to do…

… And yet his cock was pulsing at your smug expression.

“The faster you’re honest, ‘Mega, the quicker you can come…” you hummed, tracing his jaw.

“[Name]...” Your eyes flicked up at the call of your name. “Continue. Continue now,” it was aggravating for him to admit that, but he could not stand another moment of idleness from your finger lodged in his eyehole.

“That’s not very nice, considering you’re at my mercy,” you chuckled. “I could just wait here until I force a ‘please’ out of you, but…” you leaned into his gem one more, making him shiver, “seeing you fucked silly would probably be more fun.” With that, you fucked your finger in and out of his hole and sucked on his gem. The pace was so fast it was dizzying even for Omega, considering he’d never been touched here before.

“Slow… down…!” He forced out a plea, one that he never resorted to. Not only was the throbbing between his legs growing unbearable, his mind had become fogged and unable to focus, seeing as you were literally mashing up the inside of his head.

“Slow down? But you’re responding so well! Hey, I wonder if Prime even knows about this feature of yours. It has to be an oversight on his part. Who would have guessed that his genius creation would have a cute little fuckhole up here? Imagine that, the most advanced and strongest segment reduced to a moaning mess just by a little prodding!”

“You- you, ugh, ah-” Despite how hard Omega tried to bite down on his lip, incoherent words slipped through. His lewd moans were foreign to you and served to make you throb with need. You had to hold onto his shirt to keep yourself steady as he kept bucking his hips, wishing he was buried in your hole instead. He wanted you badly, but instead, he was here getting fucked in the most unconventional way, and he was enjoying it to top it off.

“Hah… you always talk about the other segments, but you’re just like them, aren’t you? A whiny brat who acts all confident, but loves getting humbled. What would all the others think if they saw this was the guy who bosses them around?” Your sharp laugh paired well with Omega’s moans, and he could not even construct a witty response to that, only spewing out your name as if it was some sort of prayer, begging for release, preferably sooner rather than later. Not to mention, his red gem was glowing furiously as if it were a warning sign for what was about to come.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can’t believe you’re really going to come from getting your face fucked like this. Hardly even tried to resist,” you sneered, picking up the pace of your finger fucking and stimulating his gem as well. “Go ahead then, Omega, come untouched just by-” Before you could finish, his hips bucked one more time, letting out a strangled moan. His eye gem flickered from a blaring red to a soft glow now, and the metal around your finger had grown in temperature for a few seconds before it began to cool off.

Gently pulling out your finger and giving his eye gem a break, you turned around to finally unbuckle Omega’s pants. You couldn’t help but grin widely at the wet spots on his underwear, pulling it off to reveal his pretty cock dripping cum. Omega himself, although he had endless stamina, seemed a bit dazed - but that was only the start of things.

“Oh Omega, I am going to have so much fun with you. Can I use this vibrator on you next?”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #dottore smut #il dottore x reader #dottore #il dottore x you #il dottore #genshin dottore #genshin impact dottore #dottore genshin #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #genshin smut #genshin #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you #divider by cafekitsune

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insidemyrottenbrain · 8 months ago

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Henry gets jealous because you spend time with Richard

The risk of jealousy - TSH

Henry Marchbanks Winter x GN!Reader

Dearest anonymous, I hope you can forgive him and his denial of jealousy.

The sharp claw of jealousy finally scratches the untouchable Henry.

I’ve always been incredibly particular about whom I associate with. The people around me need to be worthy. Now, I am well aware that my choice of words may make me sound arrogant, so allow me to explain: I want them to have shared interests, to be able to hold late-night debates on esoteric topics, while giving me a sense of belonging and consequently not tiring me out socially. I do not ask for much, really. Alas, one cannot always get what one desires.

The little group of which I’m currently a part of is… pleasant. The twins regularly host dinners which are, of course, the birthplace of many fights and arguments regarding the most trivial subjects that usually end up with Henry winning. Francis unhesitatingly puts his aunt’s house at our disposal whenever desiderium naturae strikes us and amusingly complains about some disease or other the whole way there. I even consider some of Bunny’s jokes witty on the rare occasions when he stops being insufferable. Unfortunately, they all give me a shallow sense of belonging that only manages to make itself felt in transit moments. However, Henry is different. With him, I feel content reading in silence after a long day, waking up in the same bed, legs intertwined under the soft cotton sheets he insists on buying with Apolon tugging at our lazy eyelids or simply challenging one another’s knowledge on whatever topic interests us at a given moment. A continuous childlike rendez-vous.

I do not know why I have been so platonically attracted to Richard of late. When he first joined our Greek class, he did not strike me as someone who would manage to integrate his lowly self into our complexly layered group, or even more, someone who would enjoy my presence. He was and still is flawed and ordinary. However, this normality flowing through every habit, every movement, or expression is a strange refresh in an intangible web of meticulously tangled appearances and facades. Richard is not some ancient scholar buried in paradoxical ideals, Gods-praising rituals, and glorious beliefs, but a modern human. He is aware of the current world, unisolated, present, an active participant. Not only does he attend parties but he also drinks, kisses, and loves strangers. Though an exaggeration to the unknowing eye, he seems to me quite the Epicurean in a cult of Stoics (excluding Bunny).

Despite my writings above which one might foolishly mistake as praise on my part, I must now dive into Richard’s own tendency to fictitiousness. He throws, here and there, long, lavish fabrications (with the aid of which he becomes unconsciously arrogant) and slight inexactitudes he considers too small to pass unnoticed by the attentive ear. And according to my fate and against my trusted intuition, I found myself unable to stop listening whenever he started talking about his (fake) childhood in California filled with swimming pools and orange groves and dissolute, charming show-biz parents, teenage years with a new girlfriend every night, the newest dramas (if they truly do exist and are not yet other fictions) circling Hampden.

There is a quirk. I notice it now, when we’re all standing in the day room of Francis’, or rather his aunt’s, manor. Charles is playing the piano filling the room with gifts for ears, showing off as he always does, while Bunny comments on one rhythm or another, challenging him, fueling him further. Everything is normal, except for one detail that does not escape me. Henry grows more agitated with every single one of Richard’s grant histoires. Albeit, the so-called agitations are rather minuscule, but I pride myself in being able to distinguish them. A small frown, creasing his pale forehead just the right amount for it to disappear just as quickly and nonchalantly as it came, a constant rub of his hand against his limped leg, and a novel proneness to small physical gestures: touching knees, pressing shoulders, his hand on the small of my back or idly playing with my fingers. I settle on questioning him later since I know he will not show any truths of his mind in such large company.

We share a room, since we stopped bothering to hide our relationship long ago from the others. Henry’s already in bed, his nose buried in a book, dressed in his pyjamas, his initials embroidered upon the left side of his chest; H.M.W. If I had been told years ago that I was to be sharing a bed or be in a relationship with the person I suffered the least, the one that I had to compete with in Julian’s classes, the one that knew how to push my buttons I would have died of agony. But now I’m content. I know of the infatuation rendering me blind. My life has become a continuous torture, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to live without him. Just like Zeus who vows to fulfil his promise with a single sacred nod of his head, so am I unable to change the basis of my passion. He is in all my plans. In all the joys the future holds. In the dead of night, in Julian’s lessons, in the summer by the lake, instead of my mind’s eye being fully focused on one specific task, it always switches without fail to him.

I lower myself onto the bed next to him. “You seemed troubled earlier, in the day room.” I ask casually an indirect question.

“You’ve been spending an awful time with Richard.” He responds swiftly, tonelessly, simply pointing out a fact.

I consider my answer for a moment. “I suppose so.” I hum, just as my head hits the pillow. “Don’t you find him intriguing? He watches the news on television.”

“Intriguing?” He blurts out, closing his book and putting it on the bedside table. Clearly, I have his attention. He turns on his side to fully face me, his hair falling over his forehead and slightly over his glasses. “His intriguing part eludes me. You are wasting your time with him, listening to his rambles.” He says clearly irritated, not bothering to keep up his stoic facade. “I assure you, you would be much better spending your time wisely.”

I frown. This is unusual of him. “He is in our class, is he not? I cannot avoid him.”

“Of course not, that’s not what I am suggesting.” His eyebrows remain furrowed. “What I do mean is that he does not bring you any benefit.” He continues in a monotone. “Why must you listen to him with the same attention and interest as you listen to me?”

Ah, I see. Henry is jealous.

“Is this jealousy?” I ask attempting desperately to restrain the slight smile forming on my face.

“You are mistaken.” He ‘corrects’ me sharply, raising his eyebrows. “I am merely stating that I see no point in your interactions with Richard when you could gain much more from being in my presence.”

I raise a sceptical eyebrow. He acts as if I wouldn’t mourn his death in the same way Achilles mourned Patroclus’, with rage and violence.

Words are imperfect communication devices, so I pull him down by the back of his neck and press my lips against his in a pleasant normality. I feel him slightly relax against me, his hand resting on my neck.

“Henry,” I mumble as we part, forcefully stretching our souls apart. I remove his glasses and place them down next to us and his forehead naturally falls against mine “you know better than to have such doubts.”

“I do.” He mumbles back, not bothering to deny his feelings anymore. “However, it proves to be quite difficult to not have them when-” He stops considering his words. “When you plague me so. There is no day or night in which your existence takes mercy on me and does not destroy the little rationality I have left.” He lowers himself down on the bed next to me. “You inexplicably and absurdly manage to be and eradicate my sanity.” He sighs. “And it certainly does not help when you look at Richard with the same eyes you look at me.” Henry mutters.

My hand finds his and I chuckle. “I’d argue I look at him with entirely different eyes.” At my comment, Henry raises an amused eyebrow. “Perhaps you’ll stop seeing shadows where there are none.”

That is all he needs to defeat his insomnia in my arms once again and to fall prey to sleep’s vicious grasp his body indistinguishable from mine under the sheets, sharing one breath.

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doki-doki-imagines · 1 year ago

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tw: smut and fluff, use of safe word, breakdown (Michael), afab!reader.

author note: inspired by his current situation in the manga. And the fact that I miss him. "I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot."

This wasn’t the first time Michael acted like this. Mouth biting into your neck, and hands furiously groping into your fat. Not even a hello before barging into your house, not a single care about what you were doing a second prior; he wants and takes.

You don’t mind that much, a rough fuck is a nice change and it’s not like he ever wants to hurt you, he just needs to release healthily some pent-up anger, and helping him out brings a lot of pleasure to you too. You don’t lose any time in the living room, your legs steady around his hips while he brings you to the bedroom, while his teeth mark the soft flesh of your neck.

The bed creaks under Michael’s thrusts, his strong fingers leaving indents on your skin, moans reverberating in the room. The blonde blue eyes never search for yours, his red eyeliner smudged in the corners. Michael bites his lips until he draws blood to not let any sound escape, something unusual since you tease him for how loud he usually is.

“Michael, red.” But more than that particular is different this time, something hurts and you need to take a break.

But he doesn’t stop, mind lost somewhere else, not with you. Thankfully you are in a position where you can easily move. You sit up, hand gripping his chin to finally be able to see him straight into his eyes. Michael doesn’t stop, if anything his trust only gets deeper, making you wince in pain.

“Stop Michael, you are hurting me.” There is no real anxiety in your voice, you trust him, but there is a hint of anger mixed with pain for obvious reasons.

It’s not the first time you used the safe word, but this time Michael cracks, hips finally stopping. His mouth falls into a deep frown, irises twitching and you can see a sea of anxiety into them, so deep and hurtful that soon fat tears roll down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry-“ He gasps out, hand covering his face, head down in shame. “I can’t make anything-I’m a fucking mess.” Shivers run down his spine, muscles all over his body twitching and not of pleasure.

“Michael-“ You sit up on your knees after pulling him out. “Look at me.” You softly ask. Michael refuses, face covered by his hand and soft strands of blonde and blue hair. “Michael, don’t worry.” You coo, kissing the top of his head while hugging him, drawing small circles on his naked back. He keeps gasping in your arms, face still hidden, but this time in the nook of your neck.

“C’mon look at me, baby” Your voice is saccharine, trying to make him feel as at ease as possible. He doesn’t listen to you, blabbering excuses on your skin, tears now rolling down your back for how copious they are. “Shhh Michael.” You lift his face, your hands cupping his cheek to make sure he has to look at you. His eyes are red, and the pout hits you harder than a stab at your heart.

“It’s not about the safe word, right?” Michael shakes his head in your hand, eyes squeezed close, long blonde lashes sticking together due to the tears. You kiss his eyelid, as fast and as delicate as a butterfly, before asking your boyfriend to open his eyes.

“I think I may know a way to make you feel better? Wanna try?” Michael nods, one hand intertwining with yours before kissing between your palm and wrist.

You take it slow, your lips drifting from his cheek to his jaw, following an invisible path that will lead to his tranquility. Your hands push to his chest “Lay down baby, relax I’m here.” You whisper and it’s enough to convince him, relinquishing the control he so likes to have.

Your lips meet his, and you can taste the salt of his tears on them. It’s a slow dance, no hurry behind your movements, not in your kisses nor in the sweet caresses of your hands. You stroke his dick, grown soft due to the breakdown, making Michael mewl into your mouth, arching his back cutely under your movements.

You lower your core on his dick, making a soft whimper escapes both your throats. It feels so deep, filling you so perfectly you almost think you were crafted for each other. Your hips slowly grind into him, your hands finding purchase on his muscular thighs, immediately flexing under your soft fingers.

“Michael, you feel wonderful-“ You gasp, mouth shaped in a cute ‘o’. The blonde under you bites his lower lip, before looking away, not being able to hold your love-filled gaze.

“No, no baby.” Your hips stop moving while you crouch down a little, hands again on his face, turning it to you “Look at me, look at how happy you make me.” Your lips are again on his, sucking on his tongue with no finesse, the calm of before brushed away from the passion blossoming into your heart. Your hands wander to his, still gripping into the white cotton covers, afraid to touch you.

You pull his lower lips with your teeth before breaking the kiss “I wanna feel your hands on me.” It’s an order and Michael doesn’t have the strength to refuse, your softer hands on his rough ones, guiding them towards your waist.

“Only you-“ A gasp breaks your voice “Can make me feel like this” You start to raise your hips up and down his length, thighs already burning, not used to doing the hard work, your partner too used to be in control in any position.

Michael looks like a work of art under you, blue eyes a shade deeper thanks to bliss and lips a delicious shade of red. His abs twitch at your every moan and you can’t resist the temptation to caress them, feeling them under your hands before going to his chest and squeezing his pecs, and playing with his erect nipples that were just screaming for your attention.

You can’t go on for much more, your thighs burn and your apex is approaching, and not just yours.

“Michael, I-I love you.” It’s nothing earth-shattering, words that you both told to each other on various occasions, but a gear clicks in the blonde mind, his fingers gripping tightly onto your skin, for sure leaving signs that will be evident the next day.

He sits up, manhandling your legs around his hips, his forehead knocking against yours.

“Say it again.” He orders, voice hoarse. His hands gripping your middle again, his words sending a shiver down your back.

“I love you, Michael.” You whine, but the sound is broken by his lips on yours. His hands now forcefully pushing you up and down his length, giving you the possibility to fully enjoy him, for your mind to just be filled in pleasure.

“You are so good-“ Your foreheads brushing against each other, sweat mixing and eyes tearing in pleasure, making it hard to open them up. He pushes you even more towards his body, making you feel every curve and twitch of his body against your softer one.

“I-I’m near-“ You blabber out, but you don’t need to add anything, his tattoed hand moving towards your clit, massaging it with a calm that doesn’t suit the actual situation.

“I love you too.” Michael mewls into your ear, licking the shell.

It's the straw that breaks the camel's back, you slump in his arms, the moans that leave your mouth a telltale sign that you reached your apex.

“Baby, hold on a little longer-“ Your boyfriend gasps, finally looking at you, with no trace of the previous shame.

You feel him twitch inside you, but you don’t feel as overstimulated as you should, your walls still gripping his thick length. Your eyes roll at each of his thrusts, now arhythmic and harsh, desperate for pleasure.

“Look at me.” You have no strength left in you, so Michael takes the matter into his own hands, holding your cheek, almost squeezing your face, not being able to perfectly control his strength.

“You are beautiful-“ He is able to whine one last time, before cumming, tension leaving his body, head turned back showing you his Adam’s apple bobbing.

He lays on his back, eyes closed, pushing you on top of him. His breath is frantic, still recovering from the orgasm.

“Wait-How are you?” His eyes snap open, looking at you remembering how he overstimulated you.

“No, Micha, don’t worry.” You caress his face, brushing away some blonde hair glued on his face due to the sweat. You pull yourself off from him, making you both groan a bit.

“I’m taking a bath, you wanna come?” You ask, smooching Michael on the cheek, your hand caressing his biceps, a gesture he seems to enjoy since he relaxes under your touch.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Michael brushes his eyes, red from the tears and the eyeliner being irremediably smudged.

“You want to talk about what happened before?”

“I don’t want to bother you with my shit.” Michael snaps back.

“It’s not shit, and I want to help you. When you are sad it’s like I get stabbed in the chest, you know?” You reply your chin on his chest, pulling the best puppy eyes you can muster.

He looks down on you, thinking for a minute about it while brushing your hair, making you purr under his touch.

“Okay then, let’s talk about it while we bathe.” Michael accepts, kissing the top of your head.

You kiss him, a big smooch full of cheer. It’s always so hard to make him open up, but you hope the soft atmosphere will make him melt and finally open up to you.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk smut #blue lock smut #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser smut #blue lock x you #bllk x you #look if we don't get his past this week I'll implode

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hyperions-light · 5 months ago

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We’ve Always Been Here: Spite’s Fade Ossuary was Fantastic, Actually

Let me first say that I am SO excited to talk with you guys about the Ossuary because it was one of my favorite single sequences in the whole game! Ever since that sad wet cat man showed up like

I knew he was barreling 127 mph against traffic down the mental heath highway. He was Girl Rotting. Languishing. He was absolutely going to have a mental breakdown, and I was so there for it. When Spite asked for help, I fucking cheered.

Before we properly get started, I do want to say that while I did the Lucanis romance, this post isn’t about that and I did my best to make sure any differences between the versions were accounted for. I think the mind prison is good no matter what.

So, you find out that Caterina is probably alive from Viago and Teia, and that Illario more than likely is keeping her captive. Lucanis cannot decide what to do because he is afraid anything he chooses will put Caterina in danger. Spite turns to you and asks for help; whatever you say to him, he tells you that Lucanis is stuck somewhere and that he can’t get him to leave, and then teleports you to a Fade version of the prison Lucanis was held in, the Ossuary.

This is Lucanis’ brain (the text refers to it as such multiple times). He is still, subconsciously, trapped in this place; Spite tells you that he cannot free Lucanis because there are guards in the way he cannot pass. Rook enters the first of several rooms, which is empty.

Rook's Room

Now, I have seen people complaining that Rook is not featured in this prison, but they are. This is their room. Rook asks Spite why there’s no one there, and the following exchange occurs:

Spite: Of course not. Rook can’t be here.

Rook: Me? Why not?

Spite: You open doors. You don’t close them.

Lucanis’ mind has created a paradox; each room is guarded by someone he is afraid he will hurt, so Rook should be here, but they can’t be. There is no universe in which Lucanis can conceive of Rook participating in his captivity. They freed him, and so they can never be his jailer. Whatever that means to your Rook in context, it is an incredibly powerful statement about how deeply Lucanis trusts and values them.

As Rook enters and exits each room in the prison, they will hear a piece of dialogue randomly chosen from what seems like a pool of lines from Zara, Calivan, Illario and random Venatori. All of these things appear to have been said about Lucanis; this serves to set up the frame of mind he’s currently experiencing and in which he existed the prior year. They talk about how he’s worthless, how he’s a demon, how he’ll never escape, and Illario talks about how he should leave everything to the Crows, specifically excluding Lucanis from that group, at one point. It’s very atmospheric and interesting; I recommend stopping to listen to them.

Caterina's Room

The first real room you can enter has Caterina Dellamorte in it— or, rather, Lucanis’ idea of her. On the tables surrounding her are three notes with something Lucanis has said, and then his thoughts annotating that sentence. There are three of these in every room until you reach Lucanis. Caterina’s are:

Which all circle around the idea that Caterina and Illario are his only remaining family, and that he fears losing them both. When you speak to Caterina, she will say that Rook was supposed to bring Lucanis back to her, but instead has brought an abomination. Rook can choose what to say to get her to leave: either that she will still love her grandson no matter what, that her legacy is stifling Lucanis, or that Lucanis' fear of disappointing her is keeping him here. In two of her answers, she refers to Lucanis as a demon, reflecting Lucanis' fear that he is no longer really her grandson, and has instead transformed into something unrecognizable that she cannot love. Rook's words dispel this fear, opening the way to the next room.

Okay, as this is sort of long already, I'm going to go ahead and split the post into two parts here, so that I can cover Harding, Neve and Illario's rooms adequately. The next post is here.

#dragon age #veilguard #datv spoilers #veilguard spoilers #dragon age: the veilguard spoilers #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard #lucanis dellamorte #spite dragon age #rook #the ossuary #all the pics have alt text btw #veilguard meta

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livelaughloveluffy · 6 months ago

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yearning - monkey d. luffy

a/n: currently in the mood to yearn tonight... its probably the fiona apple playing in the background as inspo to write.. anywho!! i wanted to start a new series about reader's pov of falling for the boys because i seriously just need to gush about how much i love and adore and want these men 😭😭😭 so i hope you guys enjoy this!!

nothing but fluff here 💗

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it was absolutely impossible to not be drawn to the captain of the straw hat pirates. luffy simply radiated joy and kindness, and while he can be extremely straight-forward, trusting to a fault, and at times naive, his pure love and affection for those around him is so plainly addicting to be around.

since the very first time your eyes were graced with the sight of the raven-haired boy's wide smile, your heart couldn't help but just melt and the overwhelming feeling of willing to do anything to never see it leave his face utterly consumed you.

•♡•

when the captain had asked you to join his on his journey to become the king of the pirates, you were initially shocked. what had he seen in you to view you as valuable enough to need in his crew?

it was not unknown that luffy could have some questionable taste at time, not hesitating to invite animals, zombies, or other strange creature to join the straw hats with the same wide smile he had shown you.. that's just who he was.

but nothing quelled those doubts as instantly as his wholehearted smile when he called your name.

•♡•

it was just after breakfast, a bright and sunny day on the thousand sunny, you stood outside the kitchen leaning against the wall overlooking the deck. luffy, usopp, and chopper had run out of the kitchen just 10 minutes prior, clearly in a hurry to go back to whatever fun shenanigans they had planned for the day full of travel on the open ocean.

the three laughing and chasing each other in circles on the small deck. the captain throwing his head back laughing, watching as his body began to lean with him as well, making him fall to the floor. and now his laugh can finally reach your ears, as the raven-haired boy's now trapped in a laughing fit, finding his fall absolutely hilarious.

you didn't notice the smile grow on your face, but the blonde-haired chef who had just stepped out for his post-breakfast cigarette did.

"he's definitely something special... don't you think?" sanji gently murmured, with a sly smile itching at the edge of his lips.

the blush on your cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the chef when you looked at him with wide eyes, before responding with a meek nod and a small whispered "yeah... he really is.."

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A Doe in Fall (part 4)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie

Part 4 Enough

Alastor struggled with the prior expectations others had of him, but you eased them away with gentle hands. And to your great comfort, Tommy’s absence is noticed but not entirely shocking to anyone. With that concern behind him, finally, Alastor gives in to his own selfish wants and asks for your help with his “work.”

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, No smut! No pussy eating! No fingering! It took away from the important events and Alastor’s mental health (I know he’s not real but he’s KINDA REAL?) so I didn’t include it. Next time! , Murder, dead bodies, allusions to bad things by bad men, Alastor has had bad times and will have bad times, bad kind of choking, domestic shit, Detective Brady, Obvious Sin」

You let Alastor start the shower, remembering people often complaining you turned it too hot. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain around, you told him to face the water so you could clean his back. It wasn’t dirty, you just wanted an excuse to touch and stare.

A moment of silence, you were a little scared to speak but had a question burning a hole in your pocket, “Do you like sex?” You ran the bar of soap down his back, no wash cloth in sight.

“It’s … pleasurable.”

Your mouth twisted, “I thought maybe…it didn’t work.”

He laughed, “You wouldn’t be the first. Works fine. I just don’t care to use it much. I don’t-“ a pause, he considered how to say it as he had never said it out loud before, “I don’t see the appeal, typically. There’s better ways to enjoy my time and chase pleasures than sweating over a stranger,” The word stranger floated in the air around you. Alastor felt the need to push it away, dispel it as quickly as he could, “Dancing is basically the same thing, which seems to be the issue with current society.”

“I can respect that. Well, I’m relieved you aren’t dependent on murder for an erection because I don’t think I can hide that many bodies.” A chuckle from him, but you grimaced. Not now, don’t joke now. Stop hiding from the uncomfortable vulnerability of blunt honesty. You were glad he couldn’t see your face, resting your head between his shoulder blades as you lazily washed his lower back and down, “Don’t push yourself. I know I’ve been-,”

“Affectionate?”

“Aggressive.” You winced, “your word is better. Just, I wont… I can't enjoy something you don’t want.” Your traced circles onto his skin, “I can't get my rocks off to someone’s bad time.” A smile you couldn’t see, small and warm. “I hope it’s obvious I won’t go anywhere.”

He laughed louder, offending you a little.

“Sorry, it’s just— yes that’s been made clear. I quite literally told you to stop following me and somehow here we are.” He looked over his shoulder at you and gestured for the soap. You shook your head no.

“Turn around.”

He paused.

“Not— not like that. Unless you want me to?” You would drop to your knees so fast you would damage the tub if he said yes.

“I’m good dear, thank you.”

The tub was safe.

You took your time, covering his chest in suds, his arms, his sides. You did get on your knees after all to wash his feet, his calves, his thighs. You stopped short of going any higher.

He looked down right bashful. It was so cute you wanted to shove your face into his crotch and scream.

Alastor wasn’t used to people handling him. Not outside of uncomfortable situations. The order of events typically went as follows:

Date makes a move. Alastor politely redirects. Date gets annoyed because it’s not the first time he’s done this. Alastor offers other ways to please them, be it his hands or his mouth. They either get sad (‘You think I’m repulsive, don’t you?!’) or angry (‘What kind of man are you?’).

If he didn’t find them worth the effort, he would simply end the date then and there. But if he liked them enough, enjoyed their company enough, needed them for some purpose enough, he would acquiesce. They would touch him, and he would react like the touch-me-not plant he used to harass as a child, moving without thought from the stimulation. And he’d think about more engaging things until he got them to finish or he could say he did.

And it would buy a little more time with good enough affection and good enough company and good enough reasons.

Good enough. ‘Enough’ was right there in the phrase.

And then it would repeat until someone gave up.

When he didn’t move or reply as your hands sat where his thighs met his hips, lost in some train of thought, you left it be and stood. Lathering your hands, “One spot left!”

He suddenly looked so tired, eyebrows rising as if to ask you ‘what’s that?’ yet the dullness of his eyes indicated he wasn’t actually asking.

But like a fall from a mildly scary height into the sea, thrilling but safe, he tensed as your hands moved. When you began to wash his face, he hit the water feet first. His shoulders noticeably relaxed, and you thought you saw his chin shake a little, but you let it go to rub circles on his cheeks. You got behind his ears and under his chin. You tried to make a mustache but the soap didn’t lather well enough for that.

“You’re not missing out. I don't look good in facial hair.” He said, and you believed it.

You handed him the soap and let him finish cleaning himself, trying to steal looks without being too obvious. Making a mental note to yourself for every piece of him to compliment later when he was more comfortable.

It tickled when he washed you, those soft fingers making bubbles across your skin. The steam was dampening his hair. Ah, you just noticed he wasn’t wearing glasses.

“Can you see? Without the glasses?” He was down now, cleaning your already clean legs.

“Ah, well, no.”

You held up 7 fingers.

He squinted then made his eyes wide, “Hmm…. Two hands.” You pushed him down with your foot to his chest, him catching himself with his arm. “At least I didn’t say three, dear.”

You play kicked, “Unfunny!”

When he laughed now he looked boyish. His laughter bright as a bell. It was so jarring that it made your subconscious remind you of the dead man lying in the other room. The juxtaposition impossible to ignore.

Alastor noticed the shift in the air, getting up and setting the soap down on the lip of the tub. His hands rubbed your cheeks, your chin, your nose.

“You can leave after you’re all cleaned and dressed.” He was looking at your nose as he spoke.

“I can do anything I damn well want.” Your eyes skirted around his face before making him meet your gaze, “Atleast to the car. Okay?” Suddenly insecure about how aggressive you were, “Please.”

Alastor nodded, could he see your smile? You could see his.

It was unspoken, and somehow equally shocking as the night you grabbed a dead man by the legs, that you dressed each other. Domestic was the only word for it and it was downright frightening for you.

But your body didn’t stop, some magnets in your fingertips drawn to the buttons of his shirt, to the collar you adjusted, to his glasses that you rested on the bridge of his nose.

Alastor hadn’t any idea what he was doing, perhaps his mother had told him to do this and he had long forgotten it. Maybe he saw it in a movie. Or read it in a book. But gingerly, as you sat on a side of the bed away from Tommy, he knelt and rolled up your stockings, watching as you clipped them to the garter belt. He slipped on your shoes and took your hand to help you stand. As you put on your dress his hands took the buttons at the bottom and yours took the top, meeting in the center. His newly clean fingers straightened out the wrinkles.

He avoided looking you in the eyes, something heavy in the space between you two telling him the air might catch fire if he did. He didn’t know what that meant, and he had done enough new things for one evening.

“Can I ask you something?” He took the twine that tied the clothes together and began looping it through eyelets in the canvas.

“Of course.” He could ask you anything, if you answered was still up in the air.

“Why did you work for a man like that?” Continuing to avoid your face, he busied himself with drawing the sides and corners of the canvas up like a giant sachet.

A good question. One you would think he’d have asked before the murder. “He wasn’t like that before. This whole… thing was a recent shift. I know it was gambling but I think he was getting into some hard drugs too. His behavior had just gotten erratic.”

He tied the twine tightly, “It seemed impulse control was an issue for him, given his brief conversation with me. This-,” he pointed at you, suddenly full of passion again, “This is what I meant. I don’t talk to men for long. What a terrible conversation that was.” You fought back a smile. “Was he bragging? You wouldn’t believe the number of men— well I suppose yes you would.” He pushed up his sleeves and held them in place with arm bands, “If that is the typical sexual tendencies of men then I’m glad to see I evolved past it.” Alastor was spewing a stream of consciousness that even you could tell was out of character.

Or perhaps, “I have a feeling you’d be saying all this if I were here or not.” You stared down at the canvas bundle.

That smile again, “Normally it’s under my breath but— they don’t seem to mind!” He gave the bundle a tug, checking for the sturdiness of the twine.“So, usually I do this closer to the car…”

It was unladylike and you loved it, legs open wide as you lifted your half of the bloody package. You lumbered down the tight stairwell as he went backwards, insisting it was the gentlemanly thing to do. There was a moment you were alone at the bottom of the stairs as Alastor brought the car around. You gave the body a little kick, “Why’d you have to go and be such an ass?” Mumbled under your breath like a professional.

As you both stood there, trunk full of Tommy between you, you were unaware of what little wildfires you’d set off in the other.

Alastor felt his stomach flipping, an impulse to grab your face with both hands and kiss you making his fingers tap the roof of the car. He was worried if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. An issue he had never had before, but it still felt like an issue nonetheless. It was, wasn’t it? An issue?

Something in you felt like the good wife in the doorway, waving your darling off to work in the morning. Wanting to plant a kiss on his cheek and straighten his bow tie. If you’d seen a neighbor do it you’d roll your eyes and fake a gag, but you wanted to give it to him. You wanted to give him consistent adoration he could rely on and that was the only example you could think of. A nervous hand considered clawing the feeling out of your chest entirely.

You both decided to play it cool, Alastor dialling back the urge and planting a single kiss to your nose. You hummed, “If anyone asks…”

“You saw Tommy take the cash and leave.” Alastor said quickly, so confident you could believe maybe you had.

You nodded. Biting your bottom lip you stopped the urge to offer more help. Trust needed to exist that he’d ask for it if he wanted to.

Maybe your face was losing its skill, mask dissolving under the events of the night, because a grin spread across his face, “Baby steps.”

Always scared of letting him slip through your fingers, you tried to hide how badly you needed another date to look forward to. Pursing your lips, “Speaking of, we’ve checked off public acts of indecency, a dance hall romp, and now some gentle sex near a formerly living man. Would you like to get coffee this week?”

“In the daytime?” False incredulity

“Fully clothed.” You added.

If he hadn’t stifled his laughter, it could have been dangerous, “Scandalous.” A small panic, he hadn’t actually agreed yet. An unfamiliar feeling of insecurity came down on you like a mistimed curtain fall.

“I’ll need a few days…Saturday, at ten, the little cafe at the west entrance of our favorite park?”

Our. Your knees buckled a little.

“Sounds positively deviant. I’ll be there with bells on.” Why was your heart pounding now. Why now?

“It’s a date then.” A kiss to your cheek, he tensed, holding back. “Can I drive you home?,” it was spoken into your skin. His lips not leaving your face.

“I have to go back in. Tell everyone how much of an ass Tommy is for leaving me all alone with that wealthy bore.” Your cheek leaned into his kiss. His lips dragged across your skin to find your mouth, still open.

He exhaled, shakey and slow. Your eyes saw something new; dilated pupils staring down at you. A heat was pooling in your lap again, never so receptive to a pair of eyes before.

“Should I come back?” He knew he shouldn’t.

Luckily so did you. “You know I’m not far from here. Just get home, or wherever you're going, safely.” He finally let his mouth capture yours, his hands roaming the soft fabric of your dress. Red, smooth, warm. You broke away, pulling from some well of strength you didn’t know you had, “If the girls see— there’s no motive quite like a jealous man.”

That grin erupted, beaming a toothy smile that warmed you to your core, “Endlessly fascinating.” His fingers lingered on you until they were pulled away by the limits of his reach, him backing up to the car door, “Be safe. Good night.”

Your legs crossed one in front of the other, had a man ever considered your safety enough to say it out loud? Without adding some patronizing addition like “little lady” or “pretty thing” to it that felt more like an admission of intent? “Good night.”

Alastor rode home in silence, sometimes so lost in thought he would snap back to reality and realize he had no idea how long he had been driving. It would take a second but he would confirm he was still on the right path.

It was too soon to bring you to his home. He knew that was a logical statement. However, every other part of him wanted to carry you over his shoulder into his house and show you around, excited to hear your responses to the details of his safe harbor. He could cook for you. You two could push the sofa back and dance in the sitting room. The back porch was lovely for early morning reading.

An incorporeal pain tore through his stomach.

Hands gripping the steering wheel, bright eyes popping up from the tall grass as he rumbled past.

He was getting ahead of himself again. All of the idioms he was taught were going up in flames.

‘Don’t put the cart before the horse.’

Unfortunately he had guilded the cart as well, so weighted with the gold of his hopes he was worried the axis would snap.

‘Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.’

He had saddled you with an entire coop of his joy. Unfair and unwise.

‘Pearls before swine’

He was, like many men, reduced to a greedy mouthed animal at your feet, incapable of appreciating your attention as it should be. But he didn’t want you to stop. Perhaps a pig could learn?

So much for evolved.

As he pulled into the dirt driveway of what was his father’s home, then his mother’s home, now his own, he wondered what your first thoughts would be. Would you like it? Were you expecting something grander? Something shiny and new?

When he was backed up to the greenhouse he rested his head against the steering wheel.

The smell of the soap was heating up with his thoughts, remembering your hands. You smelled the same now tonight, the same soap. What an intimate thing to share. Could he ever hope to share such things with someone, or was it foolish to spend time thinking about it?

Alastor would give nearly anything to share a set of plates with someone gentle, to have a set of hand towels in the bathroom for himself and someone patient, to warm two mugs in the morning with coffee for himself and someone understanding.

A secret little dream he threw away shortly after entering adulthood. Which was fine for him. If having those niceties meant having to fake that a part of himself mattered more than it did, he didn’t want them. Not that much. He was already putting on a show outside, he couldn’t bring the audience into his home. His mother’s home.

As he grappled with Tommy’s impromptu shroud, he considered his outward image.

He was proud of it. He chose to have it, it was a tool that got him far in life and elevated his status. No qualms. Just, when you expect to do something all of your life alone, it’s foundation shaking to learn perhaps you didn’t have to.

He had convinced himself he preferred to be alone. But now it seemed maybe he had been lying to himself. At some point he confused accepting a situation with preferring it.

He stared down at Tommy’s pale face, clothes dirty and body stiffening on the metal work station of the greenhouse. He probably would never have learned about Tommy if not for you. No rumors or whispers or warnings about a theater manager abusing the artists in his employ were floating around.

Again, he felt his chest tightening. It didn’t matter if he had had the man already in his sights or not. He would have killed him. Alastor ran his hands through his hair. Would you have stopped him, would he have let you, if you swore Tommy didn’t deserve to die?

No. A silly rhetorical. Had you begged on your knees with tear stained eyes he’d have kissed your cheeks and said whatever you asked to hear. And then he would wait for Tommy to be alone in a dark place like he did the others. And he would avoid looking you in the eye for as long as he had to, until you forgot about the former employer.

With a single and soft clap of his hands he shut his mind off and went about his work. Now wasn't the time for questions and what-ifs. He needed to make Tommy disappear as soon as possible. He didn’t usually kill so close together in time. A brief thought slipped through the cracks of his walls, This would be easier with help.

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No one noticed Tommy was missing until the following night. But given he’d gotten a considerable payday Monday the staff just assumed he was off snorting his profits.

It wasn’t until Wednesday morning did police come by, Tommy’s mother having called in a missing person’s report.

You heard the girls speaking to the detective outside the dressing room before rehearsals.

“This is typical Tommy.”

“He’s been dabbling into some heavy stuff.”

“You didn’t hear it from me, but! I heard he got,” you couldn’t see what she was doing, “ya know?”

When the detective looked into the dressing room and asked who he hadn’t spoken with, your eyes met in the mirror, recognition painting his face.

“Detective Brady! The assistant manager can talk now.” Someone called from down the hall. You continued covering your bruises, hoping he hadn’t noticed them. With a pat to the door frame, metal ring clinking, he left.

He didn’t have time to speak with all of you before it was doors open and left before the show began. As soon as you got home you fished around in your key bowl for the crinkled card.

You dropped it back in, hands coming to your face. Of course. Why would it be any other man?

Deep breathes. It isn’t strange he ran into you before, you worked and lived in the area. He probably handed that card to every woman he passed at night.

Slow breathes. The girls did the legwork, just follow suit. You were a single woman. No one would suspect you of anything unless they found a smoking gun under your pillow. Even then, if you could bat your eyelashes enough and find a dainty enough cross necklace you could beat any rap.

All you wanted now was to see Alastor and tell him. Three more days.

Surprisingly, the theater ran perfectly smoothly without Tommy. James, the assistant, stepped up and everything carried on as usual. The detective didn’t come back, either. Rumor in the dressing room was that Tommy had been an open-and-close case of bad decisions leading to bad outcomes.

There was a sadness at the theater regardless, no one having heard any news. He had wandered off before but he always returned in time for the big weekend shows. But Friday night came and went and Tommy never showed. Which for you was expected, but the other staff seemed worried. The girls, not so much.

You weren’t as scared as you had thought you’d be. For yourself, atleast. You would rather die than let Alastor be found out because of you. Maybe he would have advice to ease you. Even if he didn’t, you’d be comforted getting him up to speed.

Knowing you’d see Alastor soon was like knowing when the next big rain was coming. You spent all week planning your time around it.

Except for the small detail that you hadn’t actually known where the west entrance was to the park, or even that the gates had names. But you found it easily enough. As you approached you could see him waiting, a blue suit without the jacket, was there a color he wouldn’t look charming in?

No. Silly questions seemed to be in the air lately.

You slowed as you approached, him hearing the click of your shoes and turning before you could gather your thoughts. This was the first time to see him in the daylight.

His mouth was moving but you didn’t hear anything, brain short circuiting. His hair looked so much brighter in the sunlight, sun passing through brown locks. You could see his eyes looking at you, brows rising as he questioned something, but your thoughts were arrested by the color of the gaze you’d spent weeks trying to get into the focus of; a bright honey brown that seemed to shimmer. A little pop of light bounced off a button of his vest, his smile gleamed as he leaned towards you.

Run. You had no business here. A possibly soon-to-be criminalized dancer and him. You should have worn a better dress. Should have gotten your hair done. Should have better.

Alastor couldn’t figure out what your face was saying. He was proficient in reading the expressions of others, in discerning the changes in the air of any given room, but this… he couldn’t place. Your eyes were wide, smile taut and flat as you took a step backward. His hand reached out to stabilize you, your heel catching on the uneven pavement of the lesser cared for wards of the city.

“What’s wrong?” His smile softened.

You spoke without thinking, something you never did, “You’re too beautiful. I should go.” Your attempt to turn away only half in jest. His bright laugh rang out, melting the muscles of your legs.

“That’s a new one.” His fingers lingered on your arm, “You can pick a seat, I’ll grab coffee. No staff on the patio.”

Considering fleeing still, you thought about how sad he would be standing there with two coffees in his hands. The weather was quickly cooling, but in the early sun the outdoor seating was perfect for a coffee date.

Shaking off the nerves, you tried to get a fucking grip. You adored your physical form, you had no issues thinking you deserved whatever you wanted to have. But, well, it was like he was glowing from the inside out. Even his skin seemed to catch the light. There was that quick heart beat again. You looked through the glass front, Alastor in line. If you had gone through with the plan to rob him, and had he returned in the daylight to argue with you… you’d have just handed back his wallet and maybe even your own.

The least attractive thing about him was his money, strange considering it was normally the most important thing a man had in his pocket for you.

Did he know? That you had been-

“Autumn, was it?”

You heard something in your neck pop as your head spun toward the voice. The color left your face, you stood so quickly you almost knocked the chair over.

“Detective! What a blessing!” Your hands were trembling as you reached out for one of his with both of yours, “You’ve been on my mind lately.”

The detective, tall and lean, eyes a striking cool blue and hair the color of wheat, removed his hat. “Oh?”

“Yes. I never got a chance to thank you for saving me last week. That man was just not taking no for an answer.” You took several steps to the left, making his back turn towards the cafe doors.

“I thought maybe you’d been cross with me. You ran off like-.”

“I was just nervous. I didn’t know if you were for real or just another trickster trying to get a lady alone.” You stared at his eyes, trying to keep him focused on you.

“Ah, well, you had good reason to be. Lucky coincidence seeing you here.” He set his hat under his arm, “I was just headed to your manager’s mother’s home.”

Your eyes flitted to the counter, back to Brady. “Oh? Is…is it bad news, sir?”

“Not a trace of the man. But, that isn’t uncommon down here I suppose.” The detective sat down at the table you’d been at….you stayed standing. He motioned for you to take a seat, “That being said, I don’t think Tommy just wandered off with some cash.”

Were you wearing your perspiration pads under your dress? You think you were. If not, maybe you could just spill water on yourself and say it was a stain. Stiff, you took a seat.

“I was hoping to interview the rest of you ladies. I was going to stop by tomorrow but, if you have a moment, what can you tell me about him?” His eyes looked like ice, their effect similar as a chill ran down your spine.

“Well, oh geez… I don’t want to speak ill of anyone, ever.” Your hard learned skills were coming back to you. Your hands came together to shyly fidget with each other.

“Consider it a help to the police, no worries ma’am.”

“Miss.” You corrected, that practiced smile small and chaste, “I’m not married, sir. As you can imagine, in my profession, it is very hard to come by good, honest men.”

A chuckle, he put his hat down on the table. Fuck. Fuck!

“But, uh, yes. I can tell you quite a bit. Tommy was a fine man. For awhile. He was very respectful to us. A clean and tight ship.” You saw the door open behind him, Alastor using his back as his hands were full. “But, the last three months or so, he started getting mean.” You leaned forward, putting your left hand on Brady’s that rested on his hat. Your right hand slipped to the side and under the table, waving frantically to Alastor to turn back around.

Without question he swiveled on his heels, sitting down at another empty table near the cafe doors with his back to you.

You gripped his hand and the hat with one motion, and set it back on his head, “If he saw me talking to a flat foot…it could be a lot of trouble. Maybe we should speak privately.”

Why were you incapable of finding a balance between honey and venom? Your words came out too sweet, voice dipping into the tone you reserved for marks.

“Ah, well…Miss Autumn-,” Brady shifted in his seat.

You stood up, slapping his shoulder, “I meant the theater! Sir!”

He flustered, shaking his head and standing too, “I didn’t say anything!” His nervous laughter eased you, walking further from the table so he would follow. “Well, I’ll be by tomorrow. Maybe we can finish this conversation.“

A nod, not at all intending to tell him you didn’t work Sundays, “That sounds good. Anything I can do to help. But really, I expect Tommy will show up as soon as the cash runs dry.”

With a tip of the hat, he walked off to bring bad news somewhere else.

You waited a moment before moving to the seat across Alastor. You thought your bones had turned to jelly, “Thanks for the rerouting. Was I obviously rattled?” You were mortified.

“No, not at all!” Alastor set the cup in front of you. “A former beau?”

You shook your head, “Worse. Detective Brady back there came by the theater this week, but didn’t have time to speak to me. Just so happened to see me now on his way to Tommy’s mom. Actually, that was something I wanted to tell you. I’ve met him before.”

His brows rose, blowing slightly on the coffee, “Oh? A patron of your theater?”

“No. That night with Legs. He stopped me a quite a few blocks before I found you. Gave me his card and a warning about missing people and something about little ladies being out at night.”

Alastor nodded, unphazed.

“Should I be worried? Because I’m worried.” You couldn’t even touch your drink, stomach in knots. He smiled, breaking the spell Brady had cast over you.

“Without a body there is no proof anyone is dead. That’s all that matters.” Alastor was cocky, leaning back in his chair with a far too relaxed demeanor.

You hadn’t realized your shoulders were so tight, “Sorry for shooing you away. I just got so scared! If he knows I,” You caught yourself, face going red as you corrected, “thought I had a guy, it could put you under a spotlight.”

His hand came over and gently rubbed your open palm with his thumb, “You’re right. That was smart, thank you.” Alastor smiled brighter, “Now! Let’s put that behind us. I don’t have a terribly long time. There’s a couple things to discuss. Most importantly,” he leaned over the table, face serious, “You think I’m beautiful?”

You kicked at his shin under the table, “My heart nearly stopped! I thought it was something important! Unfunny!”

A snicker, “Cruel?”

You nodded, “Very!”

It was by most people standards a normal date. It only strayed from mundane when Alastor walked you home and asked if you had any nightmares about Tommy.

When you told him you hadn’t slept that well in weeks, and thanked him softly for his affection as you felt that had something to do with it, he hummed happily. He offered you his home phone number, you gesturing to the phone box at the corner in return.

The nights were busy, so you often spoke in the mornings before his work. You’d made somewhat of a schedule, waiting in the booth around when you knew he was up and settling with coffee. He’d call, you’d ramble about your evening and what wild thing happened. Luckily the detective never returned after his Sunday visit so your stories were just fun and lighthearted. His laughter sounded so good over the staticy phone line. He would tell you about his work, about the bands he had the pleasure of hearing. New Orleans was the undisputed mother of jazz, and it showed in the fervor of his audience. It wasn’t uncommon he was busy keeping up with demand for more big and new sounds.

While you enjoyed every opportunity to see him, be it coffee at a different cafe than the first or a walk around forested areas you knew were of use to him, the calls were nice. It allowed you to enjoy him without worrying about putting any undue pressure on him. You could twirl your phone cord and bite your lip without concern.

But finally, the moment you’d been waiting for. You called Alastor and he sounded tense, like he hadn’t slept. With a simple “What’s wrong?”, he asked if you’d want to help him with work.

The first one was almost too easy. Alastor had you wait at a bar where a man he clued you in on frequented. A staff member of his station had missed work for several days, supposedly sick. Alastor got the real story from eavesdropping on the ladies at lunch. The man, Mr. A. Wellington, was next. After watching and waiting, Alastor knew the man’s patterns well enough. Including you was a risk, but he had been fighting the urge to ask you for so long now. This one seemed it would be cut and dry.

All it took was a smirk, a well placed hand, a laugh. The man practically pushed you down the back stairs of the bar and out through the doors that led to the service street. So engrossed in ignoring your suggestion of slowing down, he didn’t hear or see Alastor standing feet beside you both.

The look of betrayal on the man’s face as his eyes flew from Alastor back to you increased Alastor’s high was three fold. He asked the man, already too gone to reply, if he remembered his staffer. “You should. She’ll always remember you.”

You leaned against the door that led back to the hotel bar. Your eyes and ears were open for any unwanted company, any possible danger. Other than your own little madman. Alastor took this one personally, you could tell by how much messier he was than the first two.

While he didn’t explicitly state his code of ethics for selecting “victims”, you had picked up on the pattern. A man who assaulted a young woman, a wife beater, a violent segregationist.

Was he really doing bad things? You found it hard to pity any of them.

Once the messy part was done you’d help get the man, as it always had been so far, into the trunk. You’d share a few kisses and clean the scene before being driven home, where you’d share a few more. Your favorite part, by far. And after you waved, he’d drive off to wherever he went with the dead men.

But one night was atypical. One night was downright horrible.

You lured a man into a large park beside the water. A part of you almost felt bad, as he sweetly held your hand. He had been a perfect gentleman, you seducing him at a dance hall. Alastor had warned you he was dangerous, but you wondered for a second if he was Dangerous or dangerous. Like Alastor-dangerous.

You found your answer when the man smiled down at you, telling you how beautiful you looked in the starlight, how you’d stay so beautiful forever, and wrapped his hands around your neck. Capital “D” Dangerous.

The man was knocked off balance by Alastor tackling him from the side. You all three fell into the dirt and grass. The wind was forced out of you from the impact, your hands failing to get traction as you tried to sit up. The ground was slick with mud from recent rains flooding the rivers. Hurricane season was already in full swing.

The man wasn’t huge, but he was larger than Alastor. You watched the men struggle, slippery ground complicating Alastor’s attempts to stay upright as he straddled the man, and he couldn’t get leverage enough to bring down the knife. Horrified, you sat on your legs feeling helpless as the man lifted himself and Alastor off the ground entirely and tossed him onto his back. A small cry, Alastor rolled away revealing a rock where his back had landed.

The man only needed one of his large hands to wrap around Alastor’s throat but he used two for the fun of it. Your shoes slipped off as you struggled to get to your feet like a baby deer newly introduced to the world. Everything was wet and spinning, your lungs were burning.

Alastor didn’t feel scared as his vision went black, just annoyed he had fucked up.

Even that feeling washed away as a grayness flooded into his consciousness. Everything lost color, flavor, texture. All urgency inked out.

Before everything slipped away, before he slipped under, he thought he heard his mother calling his name.

He thought he heard you scream.

Part 5 is halfway done 👌

༻Masterlist༺

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