#have to get this off my chest I'm telling yall today

[lildudie18]

🐞 apologies for I haven't artistiqued in a while I'm just depressed 🐞

[dinogoofymutated]

You asked for some smut suggestions for Logan, and I got one:

So like…I mean…Logan might be on the short side, but he’s still big! I mean, like,,,those hands 🫣 It would be nice to see a fic to do with Logan and a little manhandling. but not like in a BDSM way, more like a “I am very strong, and here’s a little reminder��� type way. Might seem kinda silly but I’d enjoy a fic like that lol.

NSFW!Wolverine/AFAB!Reader Ask and you shall receive!! I've spent like the last four days working on this and atp I can't looks at it anymore lol. I'm not super happy with how the beginning is written, but I still think it's alright enough to post lol. It's a lot more tell than show compared to most of my other fics, and I was halfway tempted to reformat it into headcannons, but I didn't feel like it. Anyway, hope you like the way I included the manhandling lol! Hope it turned out okay :) Also, might or might not be tall logan. I'll leave it up to yall to assume, I'm just short af so there's not a single person in marvel who wouldn't have to look down at me lmao.

Edit:FUCK I FORGOT THE READ MORE! TWs: MDNI!!!!!! Seriously, you will be blocked. Masterbation, lil bit of a scent kink. Sexual frustration. Manhandling. Jealous Logan. Creampie. Logan calls you "sunshine" and pretty and shit. I'll add more if I can think of any.

    You had a problem. You’ve had a problem. And it really didn’t seem like it was getting any better. It didn’t help the fact that it was incredibly embarrassing, either.

    You couldn’t get off. It’s not like you ever struggled with it before, but lately, it felt like you were fighting a losing battle. At first, you didn’t realize why. Maybe it was because you moved into the X-Mansion. Nerves because you’re living somewhere new, right? So you change it up a little. You got comfortable, had a glass of wine or two, and picked up a raunchy book. Yet every time you slipped your hand between your thighs… Running circles around your own clit, trying your best to finger yourself to your finish, you just could never quite hit that peak. It was safe to say you were beyond frustrated.

    Lucky for you, most people didn’t notice. You try your best not to be too uptight or mean, but there are just some things that you can’t quite hide from certain people.

    Logan’s noticed that something is up with you. You can tell he has, seeing the looks on his face, nose scrunched up in a way he’s catching into something that he just can't quite place. You’re assuming it’s your own pheromones, but hey, as long as he doesn’t realize what it is you’ll be fine, right?

     Maybe not.

    Eventually, you finally realized why you were having so much trouble getting off. All it took was one training session with Wolverine, and you knew immediately. You weren’t sparring or anything like that, hell, you knew before you even hit the danger room floor. Logan was in a bit of a mood today, although not as grumpy as he can be- and he’s trying to be patient with you. You can tell. But you’re having trouble focusing today- and you have been for a while. He can tell you’re not at 100% just by the way you hold yourself, and spends about 5 minutes watching as you struggle to reset the Danger room panel before he’s finally fed up with it.

    “Jesus fuck. Here, let me do it.” Logan grabs you by the waist, pulling you to his chest with one arm as the other reaches around you to reset the panel. It’s not like you didn’t find him attractive before, but the close contact? The smell of his aftershave and the sound of his voice growling in your ear? 

    oh.

    Oh. 

    You were having trouble getting off because you had a thing for Logan.

    You’re practically stunned when he pulls away, standing there with a flushed face and something rather embarrassing pooling in your underwear for the first time in a while. You had to quickly excuse yourself before you ran the risk of him catching onto anything coming from you. He’s a little confused for a second, but you can hear the sound of his low chuckle as you scramble away.

    First thing you do? Go to the store.

    It's not a random errand. At least, not entirely. You had meant to go out with Storm to grocery shop later this afternoon, but you told her you could really use some time out of the house by yourself, which she completely understood. You had the list and everything, it was only a coincidence that you passed by the cologne section on your way to pick up some toothpaste. The sight made you stop for a minute, the gears grinding in your skull. You spent just a few minutes curiously sampling the bottles until you found one that smelled a bit familiar… Should you? No, that's a bit strange. But really, what was the harm, right? I mean, who would know? 

    So you bought it. You felt a bit embarrassed afterward, knowing what you bought it for, and ended up letting it sit in the drawer of your side table for a good while. Until another desperate attempt at fucking your own brains out, that is. 

    You were sweaty and uncomfortable in your bed, sleep shirt sticking to your skin as you struggled to pump your fingers in and out of your tight cunt. It’s been a while, and it shows. You couldn’t even get your favorite dildo to fit inside of you, only adding to your frustration. Touching your clit hardly helped much, leaving you as unsatisfied as ever. Eventually, you give up, lying there as you sigh to yourself. You turn over in your bed in a huff, halfway temped scream your lungs out into the pillow you bury your face in. Instead, you let out something that sounds more like a whisper than a yell, letting the air in your lungs deflate as you let your feelings out. You roll over onto your side when you’re done, halfway tempted to be done with it entirely and go back to bed when you catch sight of the nightstand drawer, slightly ajar. The amber bottle of liquid stares right at you. 

    You open the drawer some more, picking up the bottle and looking at it as you wonder if you’re actually going to do this. But you’re ridiculously horny, and tired, and you know you’re gonna have trouble falling asleep in the state you’re in- so you end up spraying the smallest amount on your pillow.

    It’s…nice. The pillow is warm from where you had been laying on it, and despite how strong men’s cologne could be, this one isn’t quite so striking. At least, not in the amount that you used. You relax back into your bed, pressing your face into the pillow and laying there for a moment. You start thinking about Logan… His calloused hands running across your skin. How his lips and tongue would feel against your own, trailing down your body to your breast. Your hand trails down to your clit as you imagine it as his own. You imagine him behind you, pressing you to the bed as he growls into your ear. You think about what his happy trail would feel like against you. What his cock would look like, feel like, pressing into you. Your legs twitch and shake as you see stars underneath your eyelids, the scent of Logan hitting all the right parts in your head and going straight to your cunt.

    Holy shit. 

    Your orgasm lasts what feels like forever. Your legs are still shaking as you whimper from oversensitivity and pull your hand away, panting as you try to catch your breath. You haven’t cum that hard since… ever. Maybe the cologne was worth it, after all.

    You felt really good the morning after. You found yourself humming in the shower, more energized at breakfast and morning drills. No one had said anything, but you knew there were a few who were relieved to see you back to your usual self. If anything, the only person you noticed acting very differently around you was Logan. He was more tense than normal. He scowled a lot, spending less time in your presence. You’d strike up a conversation that would only last a few minutes before he would make an excuse and leave. It made you a little disappointed. But you knew him and knew he had good and bad days, so you brushed it off at first. But a week, two weeks- almost a month went by, and still no change. You felt scorned almost, silently rejected by the guy you had finally realized you were practically in love with, and to be honest, the only man who could get you off just by thinking about him- and boy, did you get off while thinking about him. 

    You’ve almost resigned yourself to the fact that Logan wasn’t interested when he corners you one morning. He’s leaning up against the wall of the hallway,  waiting for you when you step out of your room. It makes you jump a little, closing your door quickly behind you, knowing damn well you hadn’t washed your sheets after fucking yourself to the moon and back last night and fully not wanting the smell to hit his nose. All Logan does is narrow his eyes. Shit.

    “Who is he.” He asks you. The question completely derails your train of thought. And you furrow your brow, confused. What was that about?

    “Who is he? Your guy?” He asks again, but it does little to clear up your confusion. You’re halfway wondering if he’s being serious at this point, stepping away from your door as you cross your arms.

    “What?” You ask. Logan huffs when you respond to him, cocking his head at you in a way that's more sarcastic than curious. The way he’s looking at you is doing some things that you don’t think you’d like to admit, eyes narrow and scrutinizing as you struggle to keep eye contact with him.

    “What do you mean? What guy?” You repeat back to him, starting to get a little frustrated. He snorts, rolling his eyes as his scowl lingers. He steps closer, looking down at you from less than a foot away with that angry stare.

    “Don’t play stupid with me, sunshine. I can smell him on you.” You ignore the way the nickname makes you shiver a little bit, too busy shrinking into yourself when you process the extent of his words. Smell. He could smell someone on you. Something. Oh god, this was embarrassing. 

    “Oh! That- It’s not what you're thinking!” You say, face flushed red. You’re flustered beyond belief, doing your best to convince him to leave it be, and it’s not going so well for you.

    “Sure it’s not.” Logan huffs. He starts to take steps forward, closing in on your personal space.

    “It’s not. I can promise you that.” You’re anxiously fiddling with your fingers now, taking a step back for every step he takes. He looked predatory, unlike any time you’ve seen him before. You haven’t even seen him like this in the danger room, even less so on the battlefield. 

    “Just tell me who he is.” Logan is adamant about it, his scowl beginning to turn into a frown. Your back hits your door, kickstarting your heart in surprise. You hadn’t realized he had backed you up so far.

    “I can’t!” You say, in the beginning stages of becoming absolutely exasperated, and already incredibly embarrassed. 

    “Why not!?” Logan Snaps, stopping just inches away from you. You cover your heated face, pressing your palms into your eyes until you see shapes, wanting nothing more than to curl up and die right then and there.

    “Would you just leave it!” You shout, but Logan’s having none of it. 

    “No, I won't!” Logan grabs your wrists and moves them away from your face, holding them in front of your chest with a grip lighter than you might have thought. You groan in utter frustration and mortification, looking him dead in the eyes as your angry mouth starts speaking before your reasonable brain can fully catch up.

    “Jesus Christ Logan! Do you expect me to just whip out the silicone and show you?!” Your eyes widen as soon as you say it, slamming your mouth shut as you finally catch up with yourself. Logan is staring at you in absolute shock, jaw almost slack at the confession. 

    “...What?” He asks, slowly. You wince, looking off to the side before deciding it's a bit too late to get the cat back into the bag.

    “Its… Cologne. What you’re smelling. I use it to uh, help me…” You make a sort of gesture with your head, praying that you won’t actually have to spell it out for him. He’s still in shock as he looks at you, hands frozen with his fingers wrapped around your wrists. He clears his throat when he comes to, an unreadable expression on his face as he slowly steps forward again, close enough to press his forehead against your own as he presses you against your door.

    “You’re that pent up, you need cologne to help you get off?” He asks, and you don’t know what to say, cat catching your tongue as he leans forward. The side of his face brushes against your cheek as he leans down a little, the action making your skin prickle. One of his hands releases a wrist to slide up and across the back of your neck, tilting your head to the side as he takes a big sniff of your skin. He’s practically nuzzling you, angling his head so that he can smell the scent on the back of your head where you rest against your pillow at night. 

    He’d noticed it before, at night when most of his anger had worn off, sometime after he started to pick up the scent on you. The undertones, the top notes. But now with you this close, he can tell that it wasn’t another man he was smelling. No. It was just you. Your scent being drowned out by the smell of something that he could finally tell smelled rather suspiciously like his very own aftershave.

    “...Don’t tell me that you wanted it to smell like me.” He asks after a moment. You almost flinch at the sound of his deep rumble, turning your red face away from him. You swallow, feeling like you are absolutely burning up as you nod- right as Logan catches the unmistakable scent of arousal.

    “Fuck”

    You’re sure the sound was more animal than man as he cups your cheek rather aggressively, pressing his lips against your own in a rather desperate kiss. It takes you a second to return it, eyes wide as you process just what was happening. It didn't take long for you to melt into his desperate kisses though, every nip and brush of his teeth just like you imagined it would be. He presses his knee in between your thighs, finally releasing your other wrist to grab ahold of your hip instead. You accidentally let out a whine when he grinds your hips against him, your heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to explode. He curses again at the sound, both hands sliding around you to lift you against the door.

    You practically squeak in surprise, the noise caught by Logan’s mouth on your own one more time before he trails down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. You gasp as he presses against you, his hips beginning to grind against your own. You’re having a hard time thinking, biting your lip as you do your best to stifle your sounds.

    “Logan-ah, can we… head inside, please?” He only grunts in response, shifting your weight as you both begin to fumble for the doorknob. He gets it before you do, hardly stumbling as the door behind you swings open. He’s kissing you again before the door is even closed, kicking it behind him. As preoccupied as you are, you at least have the common sense to reach over and try to lock the door before he carries you over to the bed. 

    He plops you down onto the mattress before he crawls over you, eyes half-lidded and just as lustful as your own. He pushes you down as you try to sit up. His breathing a little hard, pupils dilated to a size you had never seen.

    “Now I know why you closed the door so fast,” Logan smirks, having picked up the lingering scent of your sex on the sheets right away. You open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off. His tongue snakes into your mouth, and you find that you can’t really remember what you were going to say anyway. He kisses you again and again, distracting you as he reaches above your head. He pulls away when he has the pillow in hand, and you know just by the look on his face that he knows exactly what he is holding.

    “Hate to break it to you, but this doesn’t exactly compare to the real thing.” He snarks. It makes you laugh, and for the first time in a while, you see a genuine smile spread across his face. 

    “Yeah.” You respond, taking the pillow from his hands and tossing it to a far-off corner. “I know.” You could revel in his smile for as long as he’d let you. Logan’s kisses start off sweeter this time, at least for a moment they did. They begin to become more and more rough as hands start to wander and clothes start to come off. His shirt is first to go, your hands running up and down the hair that spans his torso. Logan is quick to remove your shirt and bra in one go, one very small step away from cutting off your clothes entirely. He gives himself a minute to appreciate your breasts, pinching and teasing you by sliding a hand up the middle of your sternum, the back of his hand brushing the side of a tit as he watches you squirm underneath him, arching your back to push your chest out, practically begging him to finally touch you.

    “Patience is a virtue, Sunshine.” Logan says, causing you to scoff. You glare at him a little and all it does is make him chuckle a bit. 

    “Don’t be mean.” You whine. He laughs a bit harder as he finally lowers himself to your chest. He keeps his eyes locked on your own as he brushes the blunt ends of his teeth across the soft skin, but he’s never been the most patient man. It doesn't take him long to give in to you, sucking on each breast individually, massaging the soft skin of the opposite as he does so. 

    “Careful.” He growls when your own hands begin to wander, touching him over the fabric of his jeans. He releases your nipple with a pop, bearing his teeth as he presses his face back into your neck. You don't pay much mind to that, rather enjoying the grunts and sounds he makes as you slowly stroke his covered hardness from base to tip. You can't imagine how restrained he must be feeling. You can’t help but smirk a little as your hands drift up and down, before oh So slowly unbuckling his belt. Logan is agitated, practically bucking his hips into your hands to get you to just get over with it. 

    “Patience is a virtue.” You quote, only earning a restraining hold on your hands once again.

    “Fuck that.” Logan growls. He holds you by your wrists, pushing them above your head as he uses his free hand to remove his belt and frantically unbuckle his pants. You'd be complaining if it weren't for the view of his straining cock, slapping against his abdomen as he pulls his pants down. 

    You don't get to stare for too long before he flips you on your stomach like you weigh nothing. He lets your wrists go to pull down your shorts and underwear, a sticky string of your slick thinning as he pulls the items down.

    “Fuck. You're this wet from just that?” Logan asks you, taking two fingers and sliding them through your lips from behind, spreading his fingers to let himself see the mess you've made of yourself already.

    “...shut up.” You mumble, more focused on the feeling of those very same fingers sliding back and forth across your cunt, the tips just barely brushing against your clit every time. Logan chuckles, sliding one hand under your lower stomach to lift your hips with ease. Your hips buck as he slides a thick finger inside of you without warning, slowly sinking down to his knuckle with ease.

    “Might not even need foreplay at this rate.” Logan rumbles behind you, eyes set squarely on the sight of your pretty pussy spread wide open for him. You can only moan in response as he pulls it back out again, plunging a second finger into you this time. Your hands clutch the sheets as Logan begins to finger fuck you to his content, curling those thick digits to hit that one spot juuust right. You try not to buck or squirm too bad, halfway wondering if this is all just some wet dream. 

    “Logan-” You call out for him through your moans. He only hums in reply, preoccupied at the moment.

    “I- god- I need your cock, please.” You're not sure if it was the phrase or the begging, but it makes Logan groan. You feel embarrassingly empty as he pulls his fingers out. You hear the sound of him stroking his hard cock with your slick, groaning and humming to himself before he picks you up. He leans over you, adjusting to you your hands and knees as you finally feel that thick, thick cock grinding against you. You gasp at the way it feels, feeling Logan smirk against your back.

    “Having second thoughts?” The tone of his voice is teasing, but you know there's more than that behind the words. You vehemently shake your head, grinding back against him a little as you protest. Logan swears under his breath, holding onto your hips to keep them still as he sits up.

    Both of you groan each time the head of his cock catches on your clit, Logan thrusting through your lips again and again as he lubes himself with the wetness you provide for him. You gasp when his head catches on your slot, notching just right. 

    Logan pushes into you so slowly, and you feel like he's thicker than you ever imagined he would be. You're impatient, desperate. You push back onto him in an attempt to take him in more, but his hands on your hips stop you.

    “Believe me sweetheart, you don't want that yet.” Logan tells you, straining himself with how tight you feel around him. He soothingly rubs his thumbs against your skin, pressing into you until you have him completely, balls deep inside you. 

    “Please, please. Logan, Please, I need you to move.” Your begging starts to sound like nonsense to your own ears, but it makes Logan gasp all the same, his cock twitching from where it's buried inside of you. You practically cry in relief when he finally begins to thrust Inside of you.

    His hip smack against your ass with every thrust, the sound of the slap mixed with the sounds of your love and the headboard hitting the wall a lewd and filthy symphony. Even better than your own moans were Logan's himself. Each and every groan and growl above you gave you a whole new array of things to imagine while fucking yourself- if you ever had to do so again. 

    You whine and whimper with every strong thrust, Logan slow and forceful with every movement. It felt like he wanted your insides to memorize exactly how his cock feels inside of you, and you doubt you'd ever mind it. He filled you perfectly, hitting every sweet spot inside of you.

    Your arms are shaking. Struggling to hold yourself up with each and every rock of the bed. You barely start to buckle when He catches hold of you, an arm snacking under your chest and pulling you towards him. His hand spans your collarbone as he holds your back against his chest, holding you up as he continues to fuck you like no one before. You're closing in on that sweet release when his hips stutter a moment. His teeth dig into your shoulder with a sharp bite, holding you there close to him without breaking the skin.

    “Are… are you -ah- close?” You ask. Logan only responds with a short and simple - “Fuck!” - before he pulls out of you.

    You don't have time to whine about the emptiness before he's flipping you around, kissing you again as he pushes your back to the bed rather aggressively. He's quick to sling your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he sides fully into you in a single thrust. He's hitting you so much deeper in this position, chest pressed against your own as his thrusts continue to stutter. 

    Logan kisses you again, a bit differently than the last ones have been. These kisses are tender, sweet. A stark difference between his needy, frantic thrusts. There's a line of spit between you two as he pulls away, half-lidded eyes meeting your own. You’re closing in on your peak, and you can tell he is too. The pleasure is too much for you to handle at once, and you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut.

    “Look at me.” Logan grabs a hold of your chin, your eyes flying open as he thumbs at your lip and holds your head still. “Don't look away.” His hips stutter some more, the both of you groaning as you clench around him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as you finally cum around his cock. The fluttering of your walls are more than enough to send Logan over the edge, his cum warming your insides in thick spurts. Logan buries his face into your neck, groaning as you ride out both of your orgasms.

    The two of you lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Logan lets go of your sore legs, massaging your thighs as he presses sweet, comforting kisses to your cheek and temple. His hands wander up and down your sides, doing his best to soothe your aches without you even having to ask. -not that he would ever admit to having a soft side. Who would believe you if you told them that The Wolverine was a cuddler after sex anyway?

    “Why didn't you just tell me?” You ask after a long moment. Logan hums, his Face tucked into the crook of your neck.

    “Tell you what?”

    “That you were jealous.” Logan only snorts at that, playfully pinching your side.

    “Jealous of what? Your cologne?” He returns. You slap him on the shoulder as he chuckles at you, unable to stop the playful smile on your face.

    “You mean the cologne that you thought was a whole-ass guy?” Logan stops at that, instead choosing to cover your mouth with his palm as he tucks his head closer.

    “You're a lot prettier when you're quiet. You know that?”

[witheringwidgetwrites]

MC has a secret admirer!

Request goes; They're already dating but it's new so most of the lesser demons don't know about it. MC then starts getting love letters from an anonymous person and the Dateables/Brothers get the need to show off that MC is theirs?

I'm gonna do the brothers first! Hope that's cool! If yall wanna see more pls request it! (Also pretend that this is near the beginning of yalls relationship)

INTRO

"Wow, look babe, I got a love letter! Guess I'm more popular than I thought, you might have some competition." You chuckle, kissing his cheek. It was a very flattering letter, laying out all your strengths, compliments sprinkled generously throughout the writing. It was... surprising to say the least. But you were excited to tell him about it!

LUCIFER

If he's already on edge, he might just yank it and rip it in half. Today, however, he's in a good mood.

"Let me read it." You hand him the paper, watching him closely as he grimaces and scoffs. He's not nervous, but he is baffled that someone had the nerve to send you such a... bold letter.

A little prideful, in the sense that he has something that no one else can. He know's you wont leave him for some lower demon, but he can't help but feel slightly threatened.

Walks a litter closer to you around town and RAD. He'll hold your hand when the hallways start to filter out and there's less students around.

Puts in the effort to take you on more public dates, Restorante Six, most likely. kissing your hand and giving you roses at the table. He's not flashy, but it's enough for rumors to spread quickly.

MAMMON

He rips it from your hand, immediately turning his back so he can read it. "Is this the kinda lame sappy stuff you're into? Even I'd do better than this! It don't even mention ya eyes!"

He hands it back to you, mumbling something about, "i'll show 'em" before he stomps off, shaking his head.

He struts the RAD halls with his arm around you, glaring unnecessary at anyone who walks by. He's certainly on edge for the first couple days after. He starts passing you small silly notes during class, little drawings and pickup lines. You watch him as he turns away, hand trying to cover his flushed cheeks.

Also takes you out more. Carnivals, amusement parks, more casual things! Posts 1 post, with a few photos of you together, captioned 'almost as good as grimm.' If you get another letter, you might end up having your first kiss in front of the school!

LEVIATHAN

"Wha? Who?" He can feel his heart beating faster, anxiety rising in his chest. "Just kidding Levi, you're the only demon for me!" You giggle at him. "Could I read it?" You hand it to him, watching him plop down in his gaming chair. He gets very expressive while he reads. Before long, his tail is swishing behind him, "they don't even know you! There's no mention o-of any of your favorite videos games in here! You love games." He frowns, throwing his hands up dramatically. "I know Levi, I don't even know who sent it. Don't worry, they don't know me as well as you do." He pretends to lose control of his tail, that pulls you into him for a hug.

He sulks for a few days, but after some reassurance, he has a plan. You're going to the aquarium and he'll hold your hand! That'll really show 'em. Might even go to physical school a few days more than usual to walk with you.

He writes you a little in-game dialog sappy note, telling you a few things he loves about you. Might make a singular Devilgram post with you, hugging his Ruri-chan body pillow, captioned ''my #1 and my #2'

ASMODEUS

"Ohh! Of course you're popular MC! Everyone loves you, and me of course. We're the top power couple! Now let me take a look." He smiles at you, smile faltering slightly as he reads the letter. Eyes blinking a little stiffly, he hands it back to you. "That's so superficial, you're much better off with me." And with that, he walks away.

He shows the world exactly who's you are immediately. You're tagged in maybe 10 posts in a row. Pictures of you and him, some of just you, all captioned things like, 'my love' and 'my number one always' and 'remembering the moment I fell for you' and it's unmistakable.

Becomes even more affectionate in the RAD hallways, snuggling up to you, sitting in your lap/having you sit in his during lunch.

SATAN

He frowns, putting his hand out for the paper. He glances over it, brow furrowing as he reads. "This is amateur writing. You deserve much better." He hands it back to you, walking past you quickly with a scowl on this face. He turns back halfway down the hall, "be ready at 6:30." You decide to leave him be.

First order of business, he writes you a beautiful letter. It's long winded, many poetry references, and references to stories you've read together. Even compares you to a cat, somehow. He does not give it to you yet.

He dresses nice for your date, electing to take you to dinner, and then a stroll through the royal gardens. As you approach the doors to the House of Lamentation, he turns to you, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a wax sealed letter, your name written neatly on the other side.

Sits a little closer to you at lunch time, and in the library. Hoping someones will see and rumors will spread.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't read the letter. He's a little jealous, but he thinks reading it will upset him, so he stays away.

He makes the small effort to hold your hand more. He's not normally one for PDA, but for you, he can make a small exception. You can see how flushed his face is when you look up at him.

On game days, he lets you wear his jersey until he needs it. Might post a picture on his Devilgram of you in it. Captioned, '#1 fan'

After one of his games, he sees you talking to a lower demon, they seem to be standing awfully close. He sees them throw their arm around you, and so he calls for you, pretending he didn't see them. He waves at you, jogging over and cupping your face with his hands before placing his lips on yours.

BELPHEGOR

He's half asleep when you tell him. Isn't really bothered until you make the comment about competition. Now he's awake, and looking around like there's a present threat. Yanks the letter from you, holding it close to his face while he scowls. He scans the paper, before rolling his eyes and rolling back over onto his side, taking the letter with him.

Pretends he's not bothered. Asmo brings it up at the dinner table, Belphie calls it a "stupid letter" and crosses his arms, slouching.

Doesn't bring it up again, but you notice he's a little more cuddly in public than he was before. One day after class, he finds you in the library studying, he saunters over, kissing you brashly, tongue tracing the edge of your bottom lip,and loudly, before wiping his lip with his thumb, and sitting next to you, "what're you studying today, MC?"

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Paige bueckers x reader

warnings: nsfw and my horrendous spelling and grammar inaccuracies (my ap lang teacher would be so disappointed)

not spell checked (i typed this whole thing on my phone( yes i have a computer) )

i hope yall like it

~I don’t got a single problem with provocative~

she had on a mini black skirt with ripped shear tights and doc martins

a yellow lacy tube top with stars in orange and red thread embroidered through out the top little tattoos littered her arms. an outline of a moon on her shoulder. A bow on her upper left arm, a bouquet of flowers above her elbow on her right. tiny stars coated both of her forearms. she was perfect.

~See the bodies, how they burn, it’s just the way it is~

A couple of minutes ago paige was trying to come up with some sort of excuse to tell her teammates why she had to leave this random club but then she spotted her. dancing with who paige assumed were her friends. one hand held a clear plastic cup with translucent light green liquid with a salted rim. paige felt her cheeks heat up. was it always this hot in here? paige forgot why she wanted to leave in the first place.

~ Smoky, dark, crowded room, I need nothing Under pink light in June. I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden You saw me look at you~

The room was filled with intoxicated college students trying to have a night off from the stress of their lives. today had been the last day of finals. school was officially out for the summer. everyone presumably celebrating.

“you’re staring” a voice whispered in paige’s ear

paige jumped almost spilling her drink

nika laughed patting paige’s back

“you’ve been staring at that poor girl for almost 8 minutes”

“is it that obvious?”

“yes extremely” a new voice replies

paige looks down and sees kk laughing with ice

“keep looking at her with that face and your eyes are gonna get stuck like that”

“fuck off”

“oh shit, paige she’s looking at you”

Nika elbows paige’s side.

paige turns and makes eye contact with the golden girl herself

~I burn for you and you don’t even know my name. If you’d asked me to i’d give up everything~

Paige felt her chest contract as the girl leaves the dance floor walking past paige and making her way to the bar while briefly making eye contact again and smiling. once the girl was at the bar she looked back at paige and laughed.

“stop standing there gaping like a god damn fish and go over there dumb ass” ice pushed paige towards the bar

~To be close to you pull the trigger on the gun i have you when we met~

“i’m paige” she almost shouts because of the deafening volume of the music

“i know who you are. Im pretty sure everyone at uconn knows who you are” y/n laughs

“can i buy you a drink?”

“ you don’t even know my name and you’re trying to buy me a drink? you move fast”

“ well what’s your name?”

“y/n and i like dirty shirley’s”

~I wanna be close to you. break my heart and start a fire, you got me overnight just let me be close to you~

“so what’s your major?”

“art history”

“oh what do you wanna do with that”

“i have no fucking clue”

paige laughs leaning her head against the bar holding her chest

“ok what about you? what’s your major?”

“uhm-human development and family sciences”

“ wow that sounds important. what do you want to do with that?”

paige lets out another laugh than sighs

“uh hopefully nothing i really wanna go pro”

“hey uh listen do you wanna maybe get out of here?”

“you read my mind”

~And now your mouth is moving, cinematic timing You pull me in and touch my neck, and now I'm dying~

barely making it through the threshold of paige’s apartment before her lips are on y/ns. tugging on her small tube top for dear life. paige blindly moves them towards her bedroom. they hit a couple walls on the way to their final destination. paige pushes her down on the bed before climbing over y/ns body and reconnecting their lips groaning into her mouth.

~You should be mine for life, I'll be signing

Every dotted line

Chemical override, ultraviolet

You could be mine tonight~

clothes long forgotten. two bodies grasping at each other letting out high pitched sighs and moans. paige’s hands are everywhere. groping her chest, paige slowly makes her way down y/ns body leaving a trail of love bites. taking her sweet time teasing, nipping and kissing at y/ns thighs.

“paige” y/n exhales

“say my name again” paige says again before sucking on her clit

“oh-god paige-please don’t stop”

“don’t worry ma i’m not stopping anytime soon.”

~ and i burn for you and you don’t even know my name

if you asked me to id give up everything to be close to you

break my heart and start a fire, you got me overnight

just let me be~

this was not a request i just thought this would be fun because i have been listening to secret of us on repeat for the past 48 hours

i’m working on an actual request a kk arnold x reader fic which i’m excited for. that should be out soon. i also wanna do a kate martin fic inspired by risk. send requests my way and ideas🙏

big forehead kisses 💕

-faye

[thecapricunt1616]

Peach (c.b. one-shot)

Blurb (More BTC!) : You could tell Carmy had a bad day from the sound of the door slamming, and then a called “sorry! Didn’t mean it babe” and by the looks of his cheeks that were a flushed red that matched his chest when he’d taken his hoodie off, he’d had a really long run. It felt a bit wrong, but sexy that it felt so, as you watched him tug off his shorts, then his boxers, revealing his soft cock, and his adorable really even though he got all blushy and shy when you pointed it out bare lily white ass.

♡ One Shot Inspo: Based on ♡this♡ ask from a sweet anon, thank you for your request! Peaches symbolize many things, including longevity, love, and immortality. Peach blossoms are also said to put men into a trance of love. Before the 17th century, peaches were considered a subgenus of the apple, so European cultural representations of apples, such as in paintings and poems, were sometimes transferred onto peaches. This included connotations of fertility and immortality. ♡ Summary: Carmy has a bad day at work, and comes home with an attitude that needs a little assistance adjusting. ♡ W/C: 1.7k ♡ A/N: EEEEEE I can't believe season 3 comes out today yall!!! I am shakin in my boots and so freaking excited!!! I'm going to be binging the whole series likely tonight!!! OMG our boy is finally gonna get out of the freezer! I hope you like this one shot, I may be able to get another out today before the new season but its already 3 and it comes out at 9 so maybe but anywho, I hope you all like!! The drought is almost overrr!!! ♡ Warnings for BTC: Smut!! Fem!Reader, No use of Y/N, swearing, Black!Fem!Reader friendly

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It was a sticky, hot, balmy Chicago summer day. To top it off, it had been raining all day long which meant people had been ducking into The Beef in refuge of somewhere dry and cool, so Carmy had been absolutely slammed with orders all day long. He was feeling antsy, too full of energy. 

So it was only normal for him to go on a run straight after work. He put on his black shorts, and white hoodie after changing out of his work clothes and drove to his favorite park. He wouldn’t have known how many miles he’d ran since the parks trail was just one big loop unless he had his phone in his pocket, which it told him 5. 

The only other way he’d known he would have ran that much was his hoodie was drenched in sweat, and so was his hair. Like, dripping. Each lap around the trail he had chugged a few large sips from his gallon full of water that was now warm from sitting on the bench on the side of the trail. He had only stopped because he was genuinely exhausted and his water was pretty much gone. But thankfully, his mind had been mostly cleared. 

He had to do this before he came home to you. Carmy knew he had…issues, managing his anger. The only way he knew he wouldn’t explode from overstimulation by giving the physical affection he knew you deserved after he was away from you all day long. So if he blew off all of his steam, he could give you what was left of him which was the exhausted, run down version that didn’t have the emotional wearwithall to shut you out or snap at you. 

When he came through the door, he came to the bedroom to see you curled up in bed. He sighed softly in relief both at the feeling of the air conditioner and at the realization his day was finally over, and he could relax. “Hey baby” he mumbled, tugging his hoodie off and pushing his sweat slick hair off of his forehead as to not drip on you before leaning over and kissing your forehead. “Gonna shower n’ I’ll make dinner sorry m’late went running. Bad day” he said as he headed off to the bathroom, the door slightly ajar just enough you could see him in the large bathroom mirror. 

You could tell he had a bad day from the sound of the door slamming, and then a called “sorry! Didn’t mean it babe” and by the looks of his cheeks that were a flushed red that matched his chest when he’d taken his hoodie off, he’d had a really long run. It felt a bit wrong, but sexy that it felt so, as you watched him tug off his shorts, then his boxers, revealing his soft cock, and his adorable really even though he got all blushy and shy when you pointed it out bare lily white ass. 

He ran shirtless most of the time, and his Italian really came through in the summer - because his skin absorbed so much sun in just the time he went on his runs, turning it more freckled and golden bronzed tan of what his winter color was. His hair demonstrated it too, the ends that was and the parts that peek out of his hat. He had tiny noticeable bleach blonde streaks from the sun in some of his curls, Natalie teased that was his color when he was a baby and he should let it come out more. 

His stark tan line across his ass cutting just before the dimples on his spine made you smile to yourself, which turned to a pout as he stepped in the shower and you could no longer see him. You sigh softly to yourself at your now lack of eye candy and turned your attention back to the tv when you hear a little groan. “Fuckin Jesus it’s hot out today” he muttered to himself that you could barely hear over the water. But it piqued your interest. 

You got up, padding over to the wall next to the bathroom door and listened. Nothing. Damn, you had a sexy little fantasy going on in your head of catching him jacking off or something and offering to join him all sexy, but it sounds like he’s just…showering. You can smell the faint scent of his herby body wash mixed with dove soap, the faint splashing of water every so often as he cleans himself. Found yourself asking if you should just leave him alone, but then again this is something you hadn’t tried together before. 

Carefully you nudge open the door and Carmy looks over “oh- hey babe I’m almost done did you need the- woah, okay- hi- gettin in? All dressed?” He teased, a bit confused and surprised when you had just slid open the shower door casually. He looked adorable, hair full of soap, cheeks slightly less pink due to the cool water, it felt a bit like corruption to offer getting him off. 

“No uh…” you swallow thickly, eyes flickering to his soapy chest and…yeah, you remembered why you wanted in here in the first place. “Can I…help you- like, relax?” You question and his brows raise in surprise, mouth dropping for a moment before closing again, as if he was trying to find what to say. 

This proved true a few moments later when he just said “s-sure- yeah how do you wanna help me?” The heat in his cheeks was coming back. 

“C’mere” you wrap your manicured hand around the back of his neck, gently angling him down to kiss you and he gratefully accepts. He nervously keeps his hands behind his back since he didn’t wanna get you wet, allowing you to touch and kiss him however you wanted. “Carmy” you mumble between kisses and he responds with a ‘mmm’ of acknowledgment “why” kiss “aren’t you” kiss “touching me?” 

You pulled away a bit so he could answer and he wiped soap off his forehead before it dribbled in his eyes “uh I don’t wanna get you wet, I guess?” He said and you shrug 

“Don’t care, you can touch me” you continued ravishing him in kisses and he wraps his arms around you, wet hands finding your back and roaming over the soft skin. It went on like this for a few minutes, biting and kissing and sucking on eachothers lips- when you grabbed his half hard cock at the base and gently stroked it, all the way up to the tip- brushing your thumb over it and going back down, he gasped, forehead falling to your shoulder. 

“Fuckin hell” he breathed, his cock getting fully erect after just a few gentle strokes of your soft, pretty hand. He kept his arms wrapped around you, one hand on each hip, squeezing to ground himself as you found a rhythm pumping him with your hand. His moans went all whiny the way they did when he needed more, and you tighten your grip earning a hot,breathy “yes, thank you baby” out of him that made you smirk proudly and turn your face just barely in order to kiss his temple. 

“Of course Bear, m’sorry you had such a bad day lovey. But I’m here for you, I’m so happy you let me take care of you. I love making you feel good, do you feel good, Carmy?” You ask in a sultry tone in the shell of his ear. His cock stiffened in your hand, along with a pretty ruined whimper letting you know he was close “can you lean on the wall for me pretty boy?” His stomach clenched as he tried holding himself back, his breath coming more ragged like pants 

“So close” he warned “so so close” he repeats. 

“I know baby can you sit up” you giggle “I promise you’ll like it” you said and he huffs, leaning against the wall and looking at you with the cat-like ‘I was comfortable and you made me move’ look, until you got on your knees right in front of where he was now leaned against the shower wall near the door, and continued to stroke him with your tongue stuck out down your chin while you watch him with big doe eyes. 

His attention returns, mouth dropping hotly and pants resuming as you sped up your hand, using your other to massage his balls. The action had his eyes nearly rolling back and head falling against the wall but he remained all of his focus on you, his girl - his beautiful, amazing girl, on her knees, jerking his cock and eagerly waiting for him to shoot a load down your throat so you can swallow it gratefully, and even lick the tip clean after. God he loved when you did that. 

The reminder of your affinity for the taste of his cum had him grunting to cover up his long drawn out moan that tore from deep in his chest as he came harder then he thought he would, needing to lean his shoulder on the wall further as his knees actually shook while he shot rope after rope of white cream into your eagerly awaiting pretty pink mouth. You hum, satisfied at the taste as you continued quickly jerking his cock to milk out every last drop. After you did so, you made sure to allow him to tilt your face up, and admire the cum covering your lips, tongue, and chin, as well as dripping down the back of your throat. 

You shut your eyes, swallowing the mouthful with a satisfied grin licking your lips and wiping the remaining cum off your chin and neck with your finger, and then sucking that while you looked him in the eyes. He stared down at you in awe, cock twitching at your movements. Poor thing couldn’t even get soft with the sight of you around. You furthered that torture by gently grabbing the base of his cock and giving the sensitive tip kitten licks to clean off any missed dribbles. 

“You are gonna be the fucking death of me” he told you as you got up, and go to the sink to brush your teeth 

“Feel better?” You asked and he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror like a confused puppy for a moment before he realized oh, right. He came home in a shit mood after a shit day, and you essentially sucked the attitude out of him. 

“Mmhmm” he mumbled and shut the shower door. 

You sucked the attitude out of him, not the ego after all.

[jordie-gvf]

CINEMATIC EROTICA, JAKE KISZKA

title creds to @tripthelightfatality

pic creds to @sophiechoosestheroad on instagram!

warnings : filming sexual acts, very spicy, lots of nicknames, slight master kink, oral m rec, oral f rec, unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it up biatch), switching between dom/sub like once, slight religious corruption?, butt stuff (no penetration), breeding kink

final smut scene was written by @idwt-money

no disrespect to sex workers, i love yall!

word count : 3.4k +

As soon as Jake came home tonight from the studio, you knew something was off. 

He wouldn’t meet your gaze and went straight up the stairs without saying anything to you. you decided to leave him alone, you figured he had a bad day. 

Jake had the opposite, he had been painfully hard, due to the polaroid of your wide open legs in his wallet. He went to get a coffee before he came home and opened his wallet, the first thing he saw was your cunt. 

Jake had been upstairs for a good half hour now and his dinner was getting cold. you made smash burgers with mac and cheese, his favorite. 

You called out for him and waited for a few minutes. you heard your bedroom door open, followed by his footsteps. 

Jake sat down at the kitchen table with you, “Hey baby, sorry. Needed a minute, how was your day?” 

You smiled at him and told him all was well and told him about your day. “I did a few shots today, I got so sad at all the babies crying around me, but luckily they’ll be okay.” You were a pediatrician at the children’s clinic downtown. You loved your job, you got to take care of children. 

You and Jake barely spoke at dinner, you knew something was still wrong. You picked up your glass and went in for a sip. Mid sip, Jake asked you, “How would you feel about starting an OnlyFans?” 

You choked on your IPA, patting your chest a few times. “Are you being serious, jake?”

He nodded and continued, “We’d literally be having sex, recording it and getting money for it. Imagine how many views we’d get, babe!”

“That's not what I'm concerned about, Jake! I'm a pediatrician, not a pornstar!”

“Quit your job, we can fuck all day long and record it. Do it for me, babe.”

“I know you did not just tell me to quit my job. I love my job and I worked hard for my title and that is asking way too much. I will never quit my job because you want to parade your cock around on the internet. end of conversation, I’m done.”

You got up from the table and grabbed your plate, throwing it into the sink before walking upstairs to shower. You locked both the bedroom door and the bathroom door, not wanting to be bothered. You turned the shower on and stepped in, washing away the day. 

Somehow, Jake managed to find a way into the bathroom. He snuck into the shower, trying not to soak his phone in the process. He pressed his body up against yours, startling you. He put his front camera in your face and used his other hand to grab your jaw. 

“Look at my pretty sex kitten, all gorgeous for me. Who's my pretty girl?”

He cocked your head towards him and held your mouth open and let a trail of spit trickle from his mouth to yours. You swallowed it as best you could with your mouth being forcefully held open. 

He moved his camera down your body, keeping his hand on your jaw. He stopped moving the camera at your breasts, he removed his hand from your jaw and moved it down to touch your nipples. 

“Pretty jeweled nipples. What are those, kitten? Butterflies?”

You nodded and bit your lip while smiling. Your action made jake move the camera back up to your face. “Pretty doll face. Show em your tongue, Princess.”

You stuck your tongue out and showed the camera. “Look how pretty. Glows too, huh?” he said, more like a question.

You smiled again and he maneuvered to stand in front of you. “Get on your knees for me, sugar plum?” you instantly groveled to his feet, always ready to please him. 

He grabbed your cheek while holding his camera to your face. He used his thumb to rub up and down on the side of your face. “Such a good girl. Open your mouth.” 

You followed his orders and opened your mouth. He inserted his thumb into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around him. You swirled your tongue on the tip, lightly suckling. 

“God, you are a wet dream, kitten. Wanna suck my cock, baby?” he asked you, slowly pulling his thumb out of your mouth, spit trailing from your lips.

You nodded and moved closer to his body, grabbing onto his thighs and kissing them, making sure to leave all your love. 

Ever so gently, you left little hickies on his waist. You moved your head back to look at the art you created before he firmly grabbed the side of your neck and forced your head toward his cock. 

“I've been waiting all day to come home to get my cock sucked. Stop stalling, it gets you fucking nowhere. Suck, sugar plum.”

You pressed your hands into the tile floor and gently took his pillowy soft tip into your mouth. He threw his head back in pleasure, threading his free hand through your hair. 

“Fuck, you look so hot with a cock in your mouth. Show me those pretty eyes, sugar plum.” 

You flashed your y/e/c eyes at him and very slowly bobbed your head up and down on him and skimmed the vein on the underside of him with your tongue. He harshly grabbed your hair and yanked your head back to look at him. 

“What a slut, always ready to serve her master. Am I your master, sweetheart?” 

You pulled away from him to answer, but he pushed your head all the way down until his tip touched your throat. “Stop, keep me warm.” You stopped all your movements and kept him in the back of your throat for a few seconds, slowly getting bored.

You gently tapped his ankle, silently asking if you could touch him. “Yes peach, you can touch me. I need you to touch me,” he pleaded for your touch, letting his submissive side peek out.

You put your hands on his waist and pulled away from him. “No, baby. Why’d you stop,” he whined out for you. You looked up and down at him and whispered, “Relax, I just wanna look at you.” 

He gripped his hand tightly in your hair. “God, I fucking love you. You look so sexy when you suck my cock, pretty eyes looking right at me.”

You were growing impatient, you needed Jake and you needed him now. You pulled off of him and quickly rose to your feet, sitting on the small bench that accompanied the shower. Jake was quick to film you as you opened your legs, waiting for him to catch your drift. 

“Need me to eat your pretty cunt, sugar? You need your master to eat your pussy so bad?” 

You nodded swiftly, “Yes, I want you so bad.” 

“Hold on baby, hold on. Don't you always get what you want? Remember that one hundred and twenty five thousand dollar car, the five thousand dollar purse, the Louboutin’s, the two million dollar house, don't I always give you what you want?” 

“Yes baby, of course I remember. You always give me whatever I want.”

“Good, now shut up.” he said, smacking the outside of your thigh when he lowered his face to your cunt. He made eye contact with you before connecting his lips to your clit. He set the phone in your hand and turned it towards his face, making you watch him through a screen. 

You laced your fingers through his wet hair, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth off of you. “What’s wrong, baby? You don't want me to eat your gorgeous pussy? You know how much I love eating this pussy? Sucking on your clit, running my tongue right down,” he said, dragging his digit through your slit, collecting your nectar. He continued before you could speak, “You taste so fucking sweet, like honey. Kitten’s got a sugar sweet pussy. Look at you baby, she's puckering, she wants a kiss. Should I give her a kiss?” You stroked his hair and nodded, biting your lip at his words. He gave a wet kiss to your pussy and inhaled deeply.

“She smells good too.” He flashed his beautiful brown orbs at you before begging to continue. “Please, kitten. I need it so bad, more than you.” You lowered his head back down before turning his phone off, cutting off the video. “No one can see you, Jakey. Only me, I'm the only one allowed to watch.”

“Mm, yeah you are kitten”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, making your back arch and your toes curl. He removed one of his hands from your thigh and moved it up your body towards your chest, flicking and pulling on one of the butterfly charms on your nipples on the way up. He grabbed onto your cross pendant and put it in your mouth, biting your clit to tell you what to do, putting his hand back on your thigh.

You took the gold cross between your teeth and bit, your moans pushing through your teeth. “I can feel you pulsing, sugar. Thighs warming my ears, pushing my head closer to you. I fucking love you, kitten. Getting close, my love?” 

You nodded as his gaze met yours. He removed his hand from your thigh once more, coming to rub your clit as he sucked you dry. Your legs started shaking around his head, unknowingly signaling to Jake that you were close and it was coming soon. He stopped and curled his fingers deep inside you, frenetically fingering you until your ass was about to come off the bench. He quickly stopped and sat behind you on the bench, supporting you from behind before burying his fingers back inside you.

“I know, baby. I know, I know! Cum for me, my love, I know you can. You're doing so good, such a good job, love.” He said to you, guiding you through what he knows as the toughest part. He grabbed the cross from your mouth, letting you moan out. He grabbed his phone and quickly turned the camera on.

He motioned the camera towards your face, “Look at my pretty, sexy girl. Ready to cum, gonna soak my fingers, sexy baby?” He moved his phone down towards your cunt and got the perfect angle of his digits fucking you.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, his rhythm never faltering. You got a weird feeling in your stomach, something you never felt before. You looked up at Jake to see if he felt it too, grinning from ear to ear, as if he knew what was going to happen. He shoved the camera into your hand and used his free hand to hold you up. 

“Fuck me, Jake, I’m gonna cum!”

“Let it out, my sweet baby. Don't be afraid, soak my hand. I want it so bad,” he whispered in your ear. 

Your vision went white and all you heard was a loud splash and Jake, “good girl, baby. You did so fucking good, such a good girl. Did you see that?” He lifted you up slightly to get out from behind you. “Did you see that, baby?”

You shook your head and looked at him, silently telling him to tell you. “You fucking squirted, all over my hand. Fuck, I got it on video. I can watch it over and over again.” He kneeled in front of you and placed his hands on your knees, “I'm gonna be honest, baby. It's taken me a lot to not bend you over on this shower floor, cause I'm thinking about it.”

That's all the ammunition you needed “Do it Jakey, I want it right here.” You said to him through gritted teeth. He smirked and roughly grabbed you by the hair, pushing you down to the shower floor. You immediately dropped to your hands and knees and arched your back, displaying all to the camera. 

“Look at that pretty ass. Pretty little hole my sweet baby has.” He declared to the camera, as if he was talking to someone other than you. He cracked his heavy hand down on your ass check before rubbing it with force, making your body slightly jolt forward. “Not to mention, that pretty pussy,” he stated all while focusing on you. 

You gyrated your hips closer to his cock, about ready to push him on his back and fuck him yourself. “Patience, kitten. Only good girls who listen get fucked, got it?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded, all for Jake to grab your hair and pull you up towards him. “Was that a fucking eye roll? Did you just roll your eyes at me? Do it again and I will leave you here, all alone and wet and I’ll go fuck my hand on our bed to that pretty video I have, understood? Keep it up, see what happens.” 

“Yes, sir. I won't do it again,” you said, lying right to his face. He let go of your hair and cracked down on your ass before you fell right back down to your hands and knees. He talked to himself, “talk to me like that, fuck around and find out, Princess.” You rolled your eyes yet again, hoping he didn't see. “We’re done. What did I say?” He asked you, standing up and turning you around and grabbing your chin roughly.

You sighed loudly and snarkily said, “I promise I'll never ever do it again, pinky swear.” 

“Liar. Now you don't get shit, you fucked around and found out.”

“Please, Jakey! I won't do it again, I promise.” You got on your knees and begged, clasping your hands together and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Yeah, I'm sure you won't.” He said as he begrudgingly turned the shower off. “Get on the bed, turn towards the headboard, on your knees. Keep your mouth shut. I don’t want to punish you, so do what I say.”

“Yes, sir.” you said to him, groping his crotch on the way to the bed.

“Get going, you little minx.”

You followed his simple instructions and did what he asked. He went into your closet and reached up, grabbing the old shoe box where you kept all your things. You couldn't see what he was taking, so you followed his instructions and faced forwards. 

“Alright sweet girl, close your eyes for me and hold your wrists out for me,” he instructed you. You ejected your arms out towards him and he held your wrists close together and secured them tightly. 

“Hold them out, towards the top of the head board,” you did exactly that, as you were sure your comforter was soaked at this point and all you wanted was his cock. 

He laced the last silk tie through the gaps in the headboard and tied your wrists to it. Jake walked over to the large dresser you had and set up his phone to record. 

“Look at you, my sexy girl. All tied up and useless. Good for nothing except fucking.” 

You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to disobey him. “You're already doing so much better, keeping your slutty mouth shut, like a good girl.” He came up to you and leaned down to make eye contact with you. He gave you a gentle kiss and lowly said, “I'll go easy, okay? I know you're sensitive.”

You let a tear fall at his words. He quickly wiped it away and kissed your face. 

He slowly got off the bed from where you were and got on the bed behind you. He lightly kneaded your ass, kneeling down and lightly pecked your asscheeks. 

“God, baby, I love you so much.” 

You looked back at him with pleading eyes, “You can say it, kitten.”

“I love you too, Jakey, so much.”

He smiled softly and grabbed his cock. “You ready for me, my love? Sure as hell wet enough, I'll tell you that.” You laughed lightly and turned your head back around to face the headboard, bracing yourself for what was about to come. 

You nodded, “Mhm, I'm ready.” He stroked his tip through your slit, getting his cock wet with your slick. 

He took his time pushing his cock into you, letting you adjust the best you could. 

His thrusts started soft and full of the love and admiration he had towards you. He could call you the dirtiest, grossest names in the book but at the end of the day, he was utterly in love with you.

“Oh, fuck... you feel so good wrapped around my cock. A beautiful pussy made just for me. Fits me so well.” He was speaking through moans and grunts as he slowly picked up his pace. 

Your replies were just soft and almost non-decipherable whines. His cock never failed you and you were still so shocked that you squirted all over Jake in the bathroom.

You noticed Jake's thrusts becoming more and more frequent, his cock hitting the deepest it could now go. As they became harsher, your hold on reality started to slip. In no time your mind would start to haze and become utterly useless. 

Jake's hand landed on your ass as he became faster, leaving a stinging sensation on your skin which would be soothed with a soft rub. 

“Oh, my poor baby. Listen to you! So fucking- ugh- needy and desperate.” It was obvious Jake was succumbing to his own pleasure. Barely being able to speak through the noises his satisfaction brought himself.

The view under him was something he was sure to be heaven on Earth. You were bound to the restraint he had put onto you and you sounded so fucking beautiful. Mixed in with the wet noises his cock was creating pushing and pulling out of you. 

Your body had tensed up, preparing itself for the immense pleasure that was about to course through it. 

“C’mon now, baby, I can feel it. Give it to me.” His voice was coarse and deep, enough to send you spiraling over the edge. 

Your hands pulled at the ribbons tying you to the bed frame but it was no use. The pleasure was ground shattering. You felt like it was running amok in your veins, seeping into your blood stream. 

Jakes hand went under you, toying at your clit and easing your through your orgasm. 

His hips stopped momentarily. 

“Can you give me another one, sugar plum?” 

“Yes, I can, Jake…please.” You nodded your head as you ignored the aching in your shoulders. You needed another one so bad, you craved it. 

Jake didn't ease into this one. His hips were plunging into you, harsh and deep. You swore you could feel it in your stomach. 

“Oh god! Please Jake!! Fuck!” You were already so overstimulated, you didn't even attempt to quiet yourself and you knew Jake had no issue with it. 

Jake always took pride in how well he was able to fuck you. He knew you like the back of his hand and by God it was his biggest honor. 

Jake himself was so close to letting his orgasm take over. 

“Jake! Please, please give it to me. I wanna fucking feel you.” You cried, you wanted nothing more than to feel him pump you full. 

Jake let go, letting his load coat your insides. His fingers digging into your ass while doing so. 

You were so overwhelmed with pleasure you let yourself go once more. 

“Good job, baby. You did so good, so good for me,” he let out a multitude of praises, “so fucking good, such a obedient girl.” He had his hand under your stomach to support you before pulling out and laying you down on the bed.

He immediately got you a pair of panties. He put them on for you and said, “gotta keep my babies in there, wanna make you a mamma.” He grabbed his phone and stopped recording, bringing the very special tape over for the two of you to watch later.

You smiled at him and brought your hand to the side of his head and stroked his hair. “I love you, Jakey.” 

“I love you most, sugar plum.” He laid down next to you in bed and rested his hand on your breast, holding it for comfort. 

“You're never gonna let go of the fact that you bought me a car, are you”

“Not until the day I die, baby."

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[lady-of-tearshed]

Temporary

Pairing: Azris

Summary: Just a cozy morning between secretly mated Azris... they're adorable. This takes place before the IC boys annual snowball fight. 🥰

Word count: 1.4k words

Warnings: Mention of sex, mention of oral sex, brooding, slight/almost IC "hate" (Eris is a hater, apologies. Tho he does not 😚)

A/N: Aaaah Azris, my heart. This is my first time writing a homosexual pairing, so, yay? Yay! Anyways! Tell me your thoughts, I'm really excited about sharing this one with yall. 💕 ALSO! Let December, the merriest month of the year (in my modest opinion), BEGIN!

If you want to see what Eris... jumper looks like in the fic below, click here!

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

The sound of crackling fire doesn’t send ripples of raw terror down Azriel’s spine anymore. His hands don't start shaking at the mere sight of a flame, and it doesn’t make him recall the way the fire had licked the skin off his hands as his brothers laughed devilishly.

No, not anymore. Now, Azriel has found a way, someone, who makes him see the flames as other than fear and danger. Now, he can enjoy the warmth it provides him. He can even just watch how the flame dances in the fireplace and just relax. Enjoy. Admire its beauty…

And the person who managed to accomplish this Gods damn miracle is currently curled around Azriel’s pillow, their and Azriel's scent filling the room. It's a perfect combination of warm cider and cinnamon, with a hint of cloves mixed with Azriel’s night-chilled mist and cedar unique scent. The smell clings to the bedsheets, much to Azriel’s delight. It probably will stay that way for a few more days, hopefully. This scent, his mate's scent, his lover’s scent, Eris scent.

Warmth flooded Azriel’s chest, and he stills. The feeling of the bond in his chest still makes him unsteady. Hasn't quite gotten used to the way Eris feels through the bond, nor had he mastered to control the massive waves of emotions he sometimes sends down his mate's side.

The Illyrian steps closer to the bed, keeping his footsteps light and discreet. He sits down beside Eris' sleeping form, his eyes roaming over his utterly naked skin. The light coming from the fire burning in front of Azriel's bed dances over Eris’ freckled back, casting the most enticing shadows on his skin. Azriel sucks in a breath, Eris looks like a God. The Mother herself must envy the male, honestly.

Azriel, unlike Eris, is dressed and almost ready to leave the house. Today, Azriel has planned to leave his secluded flat and fight the frigid weather of the largest peak of Velaris mountains. Today, like every year since centuries, he would not only have to fight the cold and the wind, but also his brothers’ ruthlessness.

Azriel is anticipating his 200th snowball fight victory this year, and hopes to get it over with soon, so he can just crawl back in bed with his favorite redhead to claim his prize.

Fuck the birchin, he would most likely get kicked out anyway. Thoughts of Eris haunt his days and nights now, and the heat of the birchin would just remind him of the heat emitting from his mate’s body when his mouth parts open and Azriel is buried deep in-

“Az, this is an ungodly hour to have these kinds of thoughts,” Eris grumbles, rolling over to face Azriel. His amber eyes meets Azriel’s. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Azriel responds, his voice barely above a whisper. His scarred hand reaches down, and cradles Eris' cheek. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” His thumb traces the freckles on his cheekbone, the softness of Eris’ face makes Azriel shiver. Eris' lips twitch with amusement, his eyelids still heavy with sleep. And Cauldron boil and fry him, Azriel has to fight every instinct in order to keep his clothes on and not claim Eris' pretty mouth with his cock right here and then.

If Rhysand isn’t already growing suspicious of his spymaster's behavior, he would definitely suspect something is going on if Azriel fails to attend their traditional snowball fight without warning them. He can't allow Rhysand to start questioning him, because Eris would kill Azriel for that. Not quite literally, at least. But he would be greatly displeased.

It’s not that Eris wants to keep it a secret forever. No. Eris is a jealous, and quite possessive male. He truly wants nothing more than to make the world know that Azriel is his. Problem is, with his new High Lord position and Autumn closed-minded population, announcing it publicly could create chaos. Eris cannot allow that to happen. His Court is still weak, courtiers are constantly on a rotation, people are tense… A bad reaction to this news could quickly degenerate. Eris still has to build some trust and respect amongst his court, and change a few things up before publicly announcing his mating bond with a male. A male and an Illyrian.

Azriel gets Eris' point of view, and he respects this. Eris considers himself the luckiest male in Prythian for that. Just comprehension and respect, no questions, no pushing.

Though sometimes when Eris is away, he looks at the stars and moon and wonders if this was the right decision. He also wonders how much longer? How much longer until he can truly be free, until he can stop hiding? On darkest days, like when he has to stay away from Azriel for over a week or so because of his High Lord responsabilities, he wonders if Azriel will get bored of hiding. Wonders if he'll get tired of waiting, and end this, the special thing that they have. Eris’ most prized treasure. He wonders what, and if, and why…

A pinch on Eris' cheek snaps him out of his thoughts. “You’re scowling.”

Eris' nose scrunches and frowns. He hates that Azriel can so easily read him. He also hates that he makes Azriel worry, he wants to make him happy when they're together, not stressed or worried about him because he can't stop brooding. “Yeah, because that’s my jumper you’re wearing.” He lies easily. Azriel doesn't notice.

“Jumper?” Azriel looks down, pulling at the navy and dark orange fabric. “You call that a jumper?”

“What do you call it?”

Azriel chuckles and just shrugs. “I don’t know. Like, a sweater? A pullover?”

“That sounds like a cheap piece of clothing. A jumper is fancy.” Eris protests, pulling the sheets further up his body and crossing his arms.

“Yes, yes. Very fancy, my heart.” Azriel leans in, and pampers Eris' scowling face with kisses. Eris looks like a ruffled angry bird, which makes Azriel laugh once more. Before Eris can snap at him for making fun of him, Azriel leans down and nips at the tip of his nose before pulling away. “I have to go now.”

“With my jumper on?”

Azriel halts. He feels the heat creeping up his cheeks. He rolls his neck, trying to ease the unease that settled in the muscles there. “Uh, yeah. Is that… okay?”

Eris props himself up on his elbows and stares. Azriel has to force his eyes to stay focused on Eris’ face, else they will venture down to stare at the sheet dropping dangerously low to his waist. Eris bites his lip, his eyes still assessing Azriel. Eris looks at him up, then down, without any ounce of shame. After what feels like an eternity, Eris just shrugs. “Yeah. Let the ba…”

Azriel's stare hardens, giving Eris a warning. So Eris thinks before continuing what he was about to say, wisely choosing his words. Not without rolling his eyes first, he tries again. “Let your… friends, I guess, know that a delicious smelling person shares your life now. I don’t mind. Just… don’t tell them everything, please. Not now.”

Azriel nods, and before Eris can start to justify himself, he shuts him up by placing his lips on his. He kisses him slowly, savoring the few minutes he has left before he really has to go. When they break apart, reluctantly, Eris' cheeks are tinted with the prettiest shade of pink. “Will you still be there when I come back?” Azriel asks.

Eris chews his lip and runs his hand through his messy auburn curls. “Maybe. I don’t know. I have… stuff waiting for me in Autumn. So… I don't think so. I'll see.”

Azriel nods, though he would have prefered a more certain answer. Because what else can he do about that?

This– the bond–is still new for both of them, but Azriel would be lying if he said he wouldn’t love to have his mate here, in his small apartment, in his bed every day of his immortal life. But he understands. Plus, this is all just a temporary situation. At the moment, Eris has responsibilities, more than ever since he became High Lord. He has a court to rebuild and… hounds waiting for him to get back to them, spoil them and care for them.

Does Azriel feel a bit jealous of the hounds? No. Maybe? Just a little bit. “Alright,” He hesitates, then asks Eris, “Will you come back?”

No matter how many times Eris makes his way back to Azriel, the fear of losing him forever always lingers in the shadowsinger's head. So Azriel always asked, just to be sure, and Eris never questioned. He simply smiles fondly at him and speaks the truth like he always does. “Always.”

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[days-until-burnout]

Maybe something about breezeborne etho? Perhaps including blazeborn tango? I'm in love with your writing, your characterisation is on point lol

not me procrastinating an hour trying to figure out breeze hybridness lol blasting brain waves so yall can see my vision without me having to explain it ALSO merry christmas and happy holidays ♥ _____

📧 Day 115 -

Characters - Etho/Tango Words - 557 Time - 30 mins Content - Hermitcraft

At the two minute mark, barely enough time to put his shulker down, Tango is knocked off his feet. A strong gust of wind hits him hard, pushing him away from his shulker. Then another and another, making him stumble on his feet away from his tools and redstone. 

His fiery hair burns, smoke clouding his vision as he is pushed around. Eventually, he stops, colliding against something firm. He hangs onto whatever he can grab, head spinning. 

Something holds him tight, steadying him. 

“Break time!” 

Tango looks up, the smoke from his agitated fire mixing into the cloud of a white collar. That tells him all he needs to know; damn Etho. 

“You are unbelievable,” he huffs, pushing himself onto his feet. He smirks, pushing Etho’s shoulder as his eyes crinkle. “I just got here, let me work.”

“Nooooo,” Etho whines, the ends of it breaking into coughed laughs. 

Tango rolls his eyes, swatting his reaching hands again. He turns on his heels, his tail whipping the side of Etho’s leg in retaliation. Still, he only takes two steps away before having to jump back, an airy explosion breaking in front of his feet. 

He spins, glaring as Etho hides his hands behind his back. He looks away, rocking on his heels, playing innocent even though Tango can clearly see the missing piece in his collar. There are wisps melting into the air from his clothes and hair.

“Break time,” Etho sing-songs again, leaning forward to get closer. Though Tango cannot see it, he knows there is a mischievous smirk under that mask. “Come on, Tango. You need to stop being cooped up in your holes.”

“I just got here!” He argues, trying hard to not break into an ironic laugh. 

Etho, however, sees through it, floating closer. 

And Tango’s mistake is letting him get too close, because in a blink, Etho holds his arm firmly, pulling him forward. Again, he tumbles, crashing into Etho’s chest. He winces when his tail whips the back of his leg from the jolt. 

“Sorry,” Etho whispers, but Tango only huffs. 

He tries to pull free, itching to work on redstone, but Etho seems insistent in keeping him away from it. In the back of his mind he questions when Etho got so strong, though seeing him wrangle Joel should have been his first clue. 

So a struggle or two after, Tango ends up on top of Etho’s chest, limp and without the energy to fight him. Etho is laying down, floating above the floor with a cloud under him. Tango throws a hand over, letting it run through his fingers. The cloud is cool to his warmth, much like Etho is. 

“Ah, nap time,” Etho hums, throwing his left hand around Tango’s back, his right arm behind his head. He inhales and sighs, closing his eyes as Tango headbutts his chest. “I’ll wake you up in ten minutes, I swear.”

“Uh-huh.” Tango rolls his eyes, lightly pushing up to make himself comfortable, accepting his fate. He lays his cheek on his peck, an arm snaking up beside his head and the other dropped down him. 

“Ten minutes,” Etho repeats, that slightly sharp and crisp tone that lets him know he is absolutely lying. 

And they both know. 

Still, as he dozes off, Tango wraps his tail around Etho’s leg.

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i... should write something for the holidays but alas 😌 also, unfortunately, i couldnt write more today. would i still love me if i wrote the minimum? im tryin to!

[click for a random day]

[brain-amoeba]

i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

[jessefandomunited]

Helloooooo my friend I'm here with Spencer ideas, I'm in desperate craving for rescue fics so maybe either us rescuing Spencer or maybe Spencer rescuing us?

You're always coming in clutch with the ideas and we salute you for this I hope you enjoy

Kidnapped ( reader x Spencer )

- I once again will try to be as gender neutral as possible- you are kidnapped and Spencer comes to rescue you because he looooooves you ...and it's kind of his job loool

( made this in one go so hope yall like it)

I sat in the cold dark basement shivering. I had been stripped and beaten for days now and I felt like there would be no end. Cuts and bruises formed along my arms and legs where he gripped me violently to continue his torment.

I took a shuttering breath and tried to center my breathing again. I stupidly recalled a commercial I had seen for some relaxation app that had breathing classes and the one they displayed in the ads was helping me relax a bit . I laughed weakly to myself wondering if I should download it if I get out of here ...I was becoming delirious. My thoughts wondered to Spencer , my dear friend and coworker who I had the biggest crush on. I wondered if he was fighting for me . Huddled over the evidence, eyes scanning for clues as his brain worked overtime to find something, anything . I hoped with all my heart he was doing okay. I was sure flashbacks of his own kidnapping were probably keeping him awake at night , wondering if I was getting even half the torment he got... or more.

The door creaked open and I didn't move from my crumpled form on the ground, it was pointless and I knew if I fought against him he'd make the pain worse. " ohhhh my dearest pet" he hummed patronizingly " you are all tuckered out" I had a few choice words for him that I bit back . " its time once again for my experiments " he cooed and yanked the chain holding my arms behind my back. He hauled me to the same place on the wall as always , my legs barely able to hold me up. I pressed against the wall and tears already were dripping down my face. " now today I have an interesting theory" he said casually " I want to try and peek a layer of skin off" I went dizzy for a second at even the notion of a blade sliding against my skin like a potato peeler. " enough of that " he snapped and pressed a button linked with the shock collar around my neck. I yelped in pain as he sighed " now back to business " he said walking over with a knife . At that moment Spencer burst through the door gun out stretched and a haunted look on his face as his eyes met mine. " FBI DROP IT" he yelled . Shocked my capture didn't drop it and instead held the knife dangerously close to my throat . " drop it" Spencer said again steadily but I could hear his rising panic in his voice. My legs were shaking and I felt a prick from the knife leaving a trail of blood spilling down the same clothes I had been wearing the day of my abduction, the same ones he kept me in day after day as if mocking my old life pre capture.

Spencer closed his eyes and let out a slow breath " let em go alright? We can work this out" the Unsub shook his head emphatically , he was starting to get riled up too," no because I've bested you , all of you in the FBI! I've taken one of your own and now you will watch as they die" he rose his hand to stab me and that was all he needed to do for Spencer to shoot his hand holding the knife . The Unsub screamed in pain as the other agents subdued him.

Spencer rushed over to me immediately wrangling with the shock collar and chains to free me " are you okay , of course you're not what am I saying" Spencer stuttered I could tell he was holding back tears. I took a shuddering breath as the chains fell and instantly wrapped my arms around him sobbing into his chest. He squeezed me tightly " I thought I lost you ...I couldn't lose you." He rubbed my back and burrowed his face in the crook of my neck . This was the most pain I had been in but being so close to Spencer felt so good I ignored it. " guys the ambulance is here " Derek informed softly . I could feel Spencer jump a bit as if he thought we were alone . He quickly nodded his head and helped me up , offing to carry me to the ambulance but I declined. There was some power in physically walking out of this fucking nightmare, and I needed that. Though the second I was outside them put me on a stretcher and rushed me off to the hospital.

Days of being half conscious in the hospital had come and gone like fleeting memories and soon I was home. Spencer and Garcia had loaded me up with all the snacks and things I could ever need to recover and I was grateful but, there was still one thing I needed. " Spencer " I called before he left. I saw Garcia have a light smirk in her face as she quickly left. " what is it do you need anything else before I go" he asked his eyes wide with concern. I shook my head " no... it's just... when you're in a position... like I was .. you get a lot of time to think, and for me , all I could think of was the fact I may never see you again ." I saw his pupils dilate as I said this , " really...me?.. why?" I sighed and grabbed his hand gently and looked up at him again " Spencer I love you, I've been in love with you for a long time now. I love the way you talk, your humor, how smart you are and most of all , that big heart of yours. Any time I'm sad or upset or just lonely I know I can call you and you'll be there. You're my best friend and I'd love ...I'd love for us to be more" his mouth slacked open and he quickly nodded " i honestly never thought you'd say that to me, ever , I love you... so much" he wrapped his arms around me so gently knowing how much pain I was in. " you know I can stay here for a day or two... to help you out and all that" he whispered gently . I felt my smile grow wider," that would be incredible " 

[alzvxs]

“you are like the stars” ft. Portgas D. Ace

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~🪷 a/n: C.ai have been inspiring me WAY to much recently😭. anyways dropping some fluff since not in the mood of hc’s today sorry yall :(!!

~🪷 my masterlist<3

~🪷 SUMMARY: F!reader teases Tired!Ace, by comparing him to the stars at night, while cuddling in your hammock.

y/n: orange text

ace: red text

w/c (word count): 1,208 (short😕)

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my pretty star♥️

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IT was a though day for both of you. WhiteBeard purposely giving tasks to clean the ship, since the whole crew was at the bar all day.

FINALLY it was night. you were laying on your hammock, reading a book. Ace walks in all tired and grumpy from the tasks, which brings a chuckle out of you. Ace tried his best to hide his smile when he heard your sweet little laugh.

“Cmere lay down.”- you said patting your stomach. nothing eased Ace more, than sweet cuddles and you using your sweet voice to talk about everything. isnt he just a pup?

he immediately laid down, burying his head in your stomach, wrapping his strong hands around your chest.

you snickered at him as you ran your fingers in his hair. Ace smiles even more as you run your fingers through his hair. The feeling made him feel like a very content puppy, and you could see his eyes flutter with every stroke of your hand through his hair. His body relaxed as he enjoyed this feeling quite a lot, and you could see one of his hands wrapping around your chest tighter. He lets out a content sigh and leans more into your body, his body warming up slightly from the heat of your hand running through his hair.

“and you deny that you are like a puppy.”- you teased him. he wasnt the type to admit his clingy and follows you around so he can ‘protect’ his woman, but in reality, he just wants to spend time with you.

Ace just rolls his eyes and chuckles again as he responds in a teasing tone.

"I'm not like a puppy at all. Psh. I'm way bigger and more handsome than any puppy could ever be. And I definitely do not enjoy being treated like a cute and adorable little pet, nor do I also enjoy being spoiled by you."

“then get off of me if you dont like it.”- you sounded like a mom, too tired to argue with her teenage daughter. your other hand was turning to another page of your book.

"Hmm... no."- Ace answers you, but he doesn't move to do what you say. His playful and flirty tone makes it seem like he doesn't mind being on you at all, and you can tell he even enjoys playing this game with you. His body stays in its relaxed position as he doesn't see any reason why he would move to get off of you.

“aw, my pretty bipolar princess.”- you replayed to him, a cocky smirk already printing on your face, as you stroked the back of his neck.

Ace sighs softly and relaxes even more when you caress his neck. His body is completely relaxed at this point, and you can tell this is something he is enjoying because of the way his eyes are already starting to shutter a bit more as he gets more and more comfortable with you holding and caressing him.

“you know you are like the stars.”- you broke the silence, trying to be sweet for once. not that you arent already sweet like a lollipop to him, but still.

This sudden confession and compliment makes Ace chuckle and he rolls his eyes before giving you a smug grin.

"Me? Like the stars? You could come up with any cute analogy, and you go with that? You've got to be kidding me."- He chuckles again, but you can see even now he is still relaxed as you caress the back of his neck. He seems as if he isn't going to bother moving from this position, as his tone still remains playful and flirty.

“oh my gosh, im trying to be sweet for once! hear me outttt!!”- you pouted, already annoyed. your reaction just making him laugh more and more.

“okay okay, fine. hehe”- he continued chuckling, but after around a minute calmed down. “you can continue now, sweetheart”

you sighed, continuing your statement. “wanna know why?”

"Sure, I wouldn't mind hearing why you think that. But, don't expect a sweet response from me if you do tell me."

“you are just unbelievable.”

“okay, fine, fine! im stopping. sorry, beauty. continue, please? i wanna hear it, i actually got interested, hehe.”

“because in the day you hide your emotions, all serious and stuff..like the stars. but at night you are relaxed more expressive and more loving..you shine at night..like the stars.”

when he hears your confession (or a little poem idk), he is speechless for a moment when you give him this analogy. In a way, you kind of had the right idea about what his personality was really like. During the day, he was stoic and cold, but when the night came, he was more relaxed and in a way even cuter than he usually is. He eventually smiles softly and chuckles a little.

"I didn't know you were as perceptive as this. Well, let me tell you this. You aren't wrong about me being more relaxed and affectionate at night. But, you aren't allowed to tell anyone else this."

“oh yeah? what if i tell someone?”- you spoke a little bit louder, a cocky smirk appearing on your pretty face.

“im gonna wipe this smirk out of your face!”- he barked back teasingly, his cheeks getting redder and redder.

“how?”

“by..”- he forgot his comeback, which made him only even more embarrassed.- “touché.”- he continued, his lips forming a pouty expression.

you pecked his cheek.- “you can never outsmart a woman, love.”

as much as he hated being defeated, he enjoyed seeing you all cocky and smirk-ish, cuz of your win. when you pecked his cheek, he closed his eyes and smiled goofy.

The night continued with both of you talking about the future, books, music, the ocean and etc. overall he is in cloud nine with you. after all every star needs their moon, innit? well you were his moon, and heck..he never was more happy. he wouldnt trade you for the world. he loved his moon way to much..his little precious moon..the best moon..the only moon for him was you..and no one else.

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[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3897

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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11.

JEY it was early in the morning as the weather was looking a bit rough today. I opened my eyes, rubbed them slightly, and saw Tiana sleeping peacefully on my chest.

I grabbed my phone that was on the bed next to me on the bed charging, scrolling through my notifications and noticing that Kehlani has texted me last night on some bull shit.

I'm tired of her harassing me and my girl. She was annoying. So, I blocked her again while continuing to scroll through my feed. As I was doing that, I felt Tiana shift in her sleep, seeing her eyes flare up, looking at me.

"Good morning mama." I said while playing with her hair.

"Morning, Papi," Tiana said in a raspy tone as she kissed me on the lips.

She got up from the bed as I put my hands behind my head, admiring her naked body. It was perfect, making me want to put a baby in that for real, though.

I could sense that she knew that I was admiring her as she turned around, "Josh, I know your eye fucking men right now, sir. Stop it." I chuckled at her while getting up and walking towards her.

"What? I can't admire my lady now?"

"Boy, I didn't say all of that move so that I can take a shower, " she said as I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to me.

"Joshhhhh," I planted kisses on her face as she continued to whine like a baby, making me pull away.

I smacked her on her ass as she walked away, disappearing into my bathroom. Meanwhile, I went to go lay back down in my bed, seeing that Bianca had texted Tiana.

Breezy sent 3+ messages

Breezy: Bestie you wanna go shopping today? Breezy: tell fat head ass Josh to bring you home so we can go Breezy: lmk girly

'Damn why the fuck I gotta have a fat ass head?'

I felt my phone vibrate as I read through the messages, and I saw that Jon had texted me about something.

Twin📌: Yo, Uce you tryna go hooping later on? Jey: Yeah, fasho I think Tiana got plans today with B Twin📌: ight, then how's is Tiana btw Trin wanted to know. Jey: she's fine well it seems to be that way I haven't ask Twin📌: Oh, ight you think her ex-boyfriend might show up again? because we know that his parents are going to get him off the hook. Jey: Probably so that's what B thinks Twin📌: aw ight then well I see you later Jey: Yeet.

I placed my phone on the bed, and seeing Tiana coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body was breathtaking.

"Mamas, B wanted to see if yall wanted to go shopping," I responded.

"Ohhh, I almost forgot about that gotta spoil myself you know," Tiana said as she was drying off her body.

I got up and went towards my hoodie, getting my wallet. I pulled out my black card and gave it to Tiana, and her face looked a bit perplexed.

"Baby? why are you giving me your card?" She questioned me.

"So you can spoil yourself when you go to the mall with B." She gave me back my card, and I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Baby, I can pay for it myself. You don't have to do all of that, papi." I gave her back my card, closing her hand in the process.

"Use it mama, you know I got'chu" she smiled at me as she kissed me on the lips before putting the card in her wallet.

"I promise I won't spend a lot."

I chuckled at her while nodding my head at her, she was adorable.

✧.* TIANA I was at the mall with Bianca doing some shopping. We haven't spent time together since I've been with Joshua, so I'm glad we could get together.

Her and I were in line getting something to eat after doing all of that shopping. Since Josh gave me his card, I promised him I wasn't going to spend a lot on it because he probably needed it.

After we got our food we sat down at the table chatting it up.

"Girl, you whooped her ass?" Bianca asked.

"Yeah, I did until Josh pulled me back. I wanted to do more damage because I'm tired of her ass." I said while rolling my eyes.

"Me too, girl. She's so annoying."

I agreed with her his ex-girlfriend was more delusional than Kai ass thinking that Josh would get back with her after what she did to him.

As we continued to eat our food, we heard some familiar voices coming from the other side of the food court. When Bianca and I turned our heads, we saw Kehlani and her friends walking and talking.

I guess they didn't see us so we didn't pay attention to them while continuing to eat our food.

"So Josh let you use his card for your shopping spree?" She began to say.

"Yeah, I didn't want him to give it to me at first but he insisted," I replied.

"Girl, that man loves you and would do anything for you." We heard chuckling as we saw Kehlani and her friends standing next to us.

Me and Bianca looked at each other and then back at them while giving them a stank face, "Girl, the fuck is funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just crazy how Jey is so in "love" with you, giving you his card. He used to do that for me," Kehlani said.

I just rolled my eyes at her while folding my arms in the process.

"Ion' really think he did. I believe that you're very much delusional, ma'am." I retorted.

I could tell by her facial expression she was upset at my smart remark but I didn't really care, and I really didn't have time to be playing games with a delusional ass girl.

I got up to throw away my food, including Bianca's food, while grabbing my purse and keys. Looking at the girls standing there, looking dumb, before we began to walk away, I felt her pull my hair, causing me to fall to the ground.

I've seen Bianca push her harshly on the ground as her friends tried to swing at her, which made me get up instantly, pulling one of the girl's hair and dragging her, banging her head on the table.

Everyone in the mall had their phones out, recording the whole thing as me and Bianca were whooping their asses, throwing them into shit, and seeing a little bit of blood coming out of one of them.

"yo' ass wanna keep harassing me and being messy, imma show ya something." I spat as I was punching Kehlani in her face, kicking her in the process, causing her to fall on the ground, holding onto her stomach.

That's when Bianca pulled me back from her, seeing all of them on the ground winching in pain I wasn't done I let go from her grasped while dragging Kehlani by her hair throwing her in the water fountain.

I grabbed my purse and keys while heading out the mall before the police came. I didn't have time for this shit.

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Bianca and I finally made it home. I saw Jey's car in our driveway, which confused me because he didn't text or call me to say he was going to come over.

He stood next to his car, arms folded over his chest, looking at Bianca and I pull into the driveway as we got out of the car.

"Hey, baby, I didn't know you were comin' over?" I said as I gave him back his card.

"I mean, that's not why I'm over here, but yeah." He replied.

I raised my eyebrow at him a bit while folding my arms, "what are you talking about?"

He pulled out his phone showing me a video of me and Bianca beating up Kehlani and her friends at the mall earlier actually made me chuckle a bit I mean she did deserve it honestly got tired of her ass.

I looked up at him as he put his hands on his hips like a typical mom and gave me a stern look like one, too.

"Baby? Whatever happened to our talk last time?"

"Bubba she started it first okay I had too, I'm tired of her ass." I said pouting.

Jey chuckled at me, seeing me pout like a little baby. Then he grabbed me by the waist, making me wrap my arms around his neck.

We kissed a few times on the lips causing him to squeeze my ass as Bianca cleared her throat, making us stop.

"I don't wanna see that in front me y'all like c'mon." Bianca said.

Jey and I chuckled a bit as we walked inside the house together, and he grabbed my bags for me like a gentleman.

I made sure I locked my car before going in. As we all went in, Jey and I went upstairs towards my bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

He scooped me up by my thighs, walking towards my bed, sitting on it as I straddled him. We looked into each other's eyes, smiling.

"You're so pretty mama." Jey compliments me.

"Why, thank you, Bubba. You're very fine yourself," I replied while playing with his mullet.

'He's honestly perfect for me.'

'He got everything that Kai didn't have.'

"Also, I have something to tell you. I meant to tell you, but it slipped my mind," I continued.

"What's up mama?"

"Well, before I came to spend the night, Kai's mom called me, but I didn't answer. She left a voice message saying she wanted me to release the restraining order on Kai." I could tell that his facial expression had changed.

I mean I couldn't blame him because I wasn't going to be releasing shit his mom is delusional just like him and his father as well.

It was just weird, especially the fact that she got my number. I'm curious how she got my number.

"I wasn't expecting his mother to be delusional like her son." He said.

"I was saying the same thing, love. I just wish this could be all over and I could finally be at peace," I said.

"Mama, it's okay remember I got'chu baby." I just love the way he reassured me letting me know that everything was going to be okay.

'He's going to protect me.'

He placed a soft kiss on my lips gazing up at me, we continued to make out for a little while as my hands were playing with his mullet along with him squeezing my ass in the process.

"you better stop lil mama." Jey said in a raspy tone.

I tilted my head while looking at him innocently, "or what papi?" taunting him even more as he gazed up at me with his low eyes that were filled with nothing but lust grabbing my throat firmly.

"imma beat that shit in mama, and ion want no running either." He whispered, making my body shiver and hearing him say that to me.

I got up from his lap stripping all of my clothes off in front of him as he watched me with his lustful eyes, his eyes were trailing my body from head to toe licking his lips.

"Bend that ass over on this bed so that I can give you this dick ma."

✧.* OMNISCIENT After their session together, Jey and Tiana were downstairs eating dinner with Bianca and Montez while they watched a movie.

While they were watching the movie, Tiana's phone buzzed. As she looked down to see who was texting her, she saw that Emma had texted her.

Emma🩷 sent 2+ messages

Emma🩷: hey, Tiana I was checking on you to see if you were okay. Emma🩷: I heard you at a restraining order on him.

She read through the messages, beginning to text her back.

Tiana: Hey, I'm fine girl I was finna text you to see if you were okay I know it scared you. Emma🩷: yeah, it really did like honestly. Tiana: well, I did get a restraining order against him but his mom wants me to remove it saying her son is innocent. Emma🩷: what? That's insane I still cannot believe that his parents are acting like this after everything. Tiana: that's what I'm saying girl ridiculous Emma🩷: I've seen that you fighting in the mall? Who was that? Tiana: Joshua's ex girlfriend I just had to beat her ass I couldn't stand her harassing me anymore. Emma🩷: damnnn that's crazy but I'll text you later girl Tiana: ight then.

After chatting it up with Emma, her eyes darted towards Jey's direction. She saw him and Montez talking to each other, not even paying attention to the movie like she and Bianca were.

Hearing Bianca sigh deeply while rolling her eyes at the two.

"Men always gotta be chatting it up." She said.

"Yeah, they can at least enjoy the movie for a bit, then chat it up later," Tiana said while stuffing her mouth with food.

Bianca nodded her head in agreement while eating her food. Tiana kept her eyes on the movie. The scene that we were watching was intense, almost giving her flashbacks between her and Kai. She tried to brush it off so she would not think about it.

But she always let her mind wander.

FLASHBACK(WARNING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE)

"Ms Jackson I cannot be with your son any longer he's not safe to be around," I said while keeping my arms folded.

"Honey, my son isn't like that at all; he probably didn't mean to, " she said.

I scoffed at her in disbelief. I couldn't believe that she was actually going to stand up here and defend her son, especially since she was in the same position I was in.

I got up, grabbed my purse and keys, and gave her one last look: "I cannot believe that you're going to sit up here in my face and say that he didn't mean to punch me in the face. That says a lot about your character, Ms. Jackson. Good day." After all of that, I left his parents' house, going back to the place I once called home, which is not a home anymore.

When I pulled up in the driveway I've seen Kai standing there waiting for me, he looked pissed but I couldn't care less I was ready to leave his ass for good.

I got out of my car, turned off the ignition while grabbing my purse, and walked towards the door he blocked me from going in.

"Can you move out the way Kai?" I asked trying to get through the door.

"No, not until you explain to me why the fuck did my mom called me crying because you said something disrespectful," Malakai said while he kept his arms folded.

"Nigga ion got to explain shit to you; now move out the way."

He yanked me by the hair as I fell onto the ground gazing up at him, he went down towards me grabbing me harshly by my chin.

"You wanna keep playing with me? She said you wanted to leave me."

"I do want to leave you because you're abusive and a cheater Emma was right I should've left you alone." I spat as I felt a sting on my face.

He slapped me harshly, grabbing me up by the hair while dragging me inside of the house. I was trying to fight him off, but it only made things worse as he threw me across the table, causing me to hit the back of my head.

Winching in pain, I could see him grabbing something out of his bag, which scared me.

I tried to hurry away from him, but he caught on as he hit me with his pistol, "you aren't going anywhere." grabbing me up again by my hair and pushing his pistol onto my neck.

"If you ever, and I mean EVER, think about leaving me or finding someone else, I will kill you." Malakai threatened.

I felt tears coming down my cheeks while looking at him in fear, there was nothing I could do he was crazy.

"You understand me Tink? Now go ahead and call my mother and apologize NOW!"

Without hesitation, I called his mother to apologize to her for saying what I said earlier, which was only to satisfy him and his wants.

'Fuck'

FLASHBACK OVER.

Tiana's thoughts were interrupted by her boyfriend, Jey, who was calling for her. She looked up at him, reading his facial expressions.

He looked concerned and worried, as he knew how she could be whenever she was in her thoughts or letting her mind wander.

"You okay mama? I've been calling for you for a minute now." Jey asked.

"Oh, sorry, Bubba. I didn't hear you, " she said as she saw him sit next to her.

Jey pulled her onto his lap, holding on to her waist, and rubbed both of her sides as they all watched the movie together.

✧.* After watching the movie together, everyone went upstairs to head to bed. Meanwhile, Tiana was in the shower, letting the warm water hit her body, causing her to sigh in relief.

She didn't know how stressed out she would be with this whole entire situation between her and Kai including with Kehlani running around talking shit, it really did take a mental toll on her a bit.

But she knew that Jey was going to be there for her regardless of the circumstances because she knew that he truly loved her and was about her.

He didn't care about his ex-girlfriend or her, either. All he cared about was Tiana. She felt the cold air coming through the shower, knowing that it would be Jey coming in to take a shower with her.

He closed the curtains behind him as he approached Tiana, wrapping his arms around her waist, causing her to jump a bit.

"My fault, mama. I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly.

"It's okay, you're fine." She responded.

Jey noticed that her energy was off, pulling her closer to his body. He planted soft kisses onto her neck, sensing that her body felt tensed.

He turned her around, getting her attention. He looked into her eyes deeply, trying to read her facial expressions, but he just knew what to do.

He placed his hands on her cheeks, cupping them as he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, which caught her off guard, but she would soon catch on while wrapping her arms around his neck.

They were both making out passionately in the shower as his tongue slowly slipped into her mouth while he snaked his hands onto her ass, giving it a good grip.

This was something that she needed a stress reliever, someone to make her forget about all of her troubles or issues she was dealing with or that was affecting her mentally.

And Jey was the person to do so.

Scooping her up by her thighs, he pinned her onto the wall as their lips never left each other as their tongues were fighting for dominance.

They pulled away for split second as he placed his forehead onto hers, catching their breath together.

"Are you going to let me take care of you, mama? " he asked, kissing her thick lips again.

She nodded her head, playing with his mullet, "You always take care of me, baby." She stared into his eyes deeply, maintaining eye contact with him.

SMUT WARNING Tiana's moans and whines filled up the room, hoping that Bianca and Montez didn't hear her as Jey was giving her long, deep strokes that she truly loved him.

She was lying on her side as her legs were around his waist while he pushed his dick deeper inside of her.

Watching her facial expressions turn up every time he did it which satisfied him.

"Fuckkkk Papi..." she moaned. She had never felt so full, especially when it came to him.

He felt her walls clenching around him, causing him to let out a soft groan escape from his lips.

"Shit, mama, you can't be clenching like that around me. Let me stretch you out." he continued to give her deep strokes while leaning over to her to kiss her on the lips.

She loosened up a bit, letting him take control. He pushed her one legs back towards her stomach, going in deep with every single stroke, circling his hips to hit her spot.

"I love you so much, baby. I'm hitting ya shit and I get to watch yo' pretty ass take it." He whispered in her ear.

Tiana rolled her eyes in the back of her head as she took it all in. She would normally run from him, but this time, it was different for her. She had to learn to take it and let him do all of the talking.

She was letting him take control of the situation.

"you seemed so stressed, baby girl. Let me take care of you." He grabbed her throat firmly, drilling her. The room continued to be filled with her moans mixed with his.

"Joshhh." She whined into his neck as she felt a familiar pit going down her stomach. She felt very overwhelmed by all of this, feeling her legs shake underneath him.

He wanted her to feel every inch of him as she couldn't handle it and tried to push him away, placing her hand on his stomach, but he slapped it away, drilling her deeply.

"Unt-Un, you're doing so well taking it. Keep taking this dick, Mama. Make a mess on me." He rubbed his thumb on her clit, which drove her insane.

He continued to grip her throat firmly, not trying to hurt her, as she felt her toes curling while his strokes got slower and sloppier.

Tiana felt her legs shaking violently as she came all over him and let out the loudest moan tapping on Josh to slow down.

"Take this shit Ma." He was determined to get his nut after hers.

Cursing under his breath as he continued to give her what she needed while sweating was dripping from his face feeling his dick twitching inside of her.

He filled her up like a Twinkie as a satisfied groan left his lips while rolling his eyes in the back of his head, pulling out of her.

SMUT OVER.

He gazed down at her, seeing her body trembling and quivering as he placed soft kisses on her body to calm down.

"you know I got'chu tink." He breathed out before massaging her thighs.

Tiana couldn't let out a word as she felt tired and defeated by him; he got a wet rag and cleaned her up before throwing it in the dirty bin next to her bookshelf.

He got inside the blanket with her, pulling her closer to his chest as he watched her drift into a deep slumber while kissing her on top of her head.

Under Your Touch.

A/N: ngl I'm glad Kehlani and her little ass friends got beat up especially Kehlani ass so annoying. I love how Jey take cares of Tiana.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

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Nsfw of fontaine completely shutting down reader if she tried to get sassy with him keeps me up at night 😓😓 also ur fics are so good wtf im glad i stumbled on ur account

The way i was writing this around the time you sent this anon omg 

(ALSO FIRST ANON OMG??? AND THANK YOU YOU'RE SO SWEETTT!!)

Sassy fontaine (pt 2? ( reader is the one being sassy))

Fontaine ! sassy blk woman 

Warnings: smut (18+)

Author note: This is my first (I'm lying second) time actually writing a full-blown smut omg I was literally giggling writing this but I hope yall enjoy this and don't think its cringy LOLL (also this isnt proof read sorryyyy)

Word count: 877

You were irritated that day, pissed off even. Everything wasnt going the way you wanted and the last thing you needed was a nigga in your ear, fontaine. 

You were huffing and puffing around the apartment and ended up bumping into Fontaine but you were so pissed you didn't apologize in fact, you didnt say shit. “damn, excuse me” fontaine says, only for you to continue on your bs. Fontaine frowns his eyebrows noticing you mumbling around the house and aggressively doing house chores. “What's going on wit’chu?” fontaine questions which only annoyed you more. “Nun” you give him the cold shoulder. “Whatchu mean nun, There sum clearly wrong wit’chu if you bump into me that hard.” he says, tilting his head. “I mean nun ‘taine, i got shit to do, and id appretiate it if you weren't on my ass about sum as lil as that.” you remarked. You walked away with the large bin full of clothes only for fontaine to walk in front of you. “What nigga” you shrug your shoulders, irritated at the fact that Fontaine was stopping you from doing the shit you had to do. He smacks his lips “whats up with you today bruh.” he looks you up and down. 

“Nun now move-”

“I aint moving till you tell me whats up.”

“You better move fontaine i aint playin”

“Fix your attitude”

“Fuck you, who do you think you is, you aint nobody” “I said fix your fucking attitude.” he says, now face to face with you

“Or what nigga.”

Were the last words you said before your throat got stuffed with your boyfirends dick. 

“Uh huh, just like that.” You notice fontaine looking down at you, his grills shining as he slightly smiles at you and his pre cum n’ spit dripping down to your tits. “Talking all’dat shit when all yo ass needed was my dick is your mouth” you wanted to slap the shit outta him but the way he was fucking your mouth felt too good to care. “There ya go, pretty bitch” he bites his lips attempting to hold his groans at the sight of you looking up at him and stroking his dick.

 “Okay c’mere” he whispers, grabbing your throat and kissing you. You and fontaine kissed all the way till he pushed you onto the bed. “Spread ‘em legs fa'me ma” he mumbles and eagerly, you did. In no time fontaine impatiently did his work causing you to give out a heavy sigh.  

‘Fontaine...” you moaned out. Fontaine worked his tongue all over you like a starved man. His low-lidded eyes were addicted to the view of you losing your mind. He mumbles something to you but you can’t understand what he’s saying, you’re too caught up in the pleasure. Soon you were unconsciously griping his free forms while yelling his name. “Mhm lemme’know how good im making yo’pussy feel” Fontaine mumbles as he grips your thighs to your chest. “ ‘taine im cuming” you choked out which made him laugh against your thighs as you lost your mind

“Uh huh now sprea ‘dem legs” 

Fontaine was now kneeling in front of you taking his time as he took his shirt off. The sight alone could make you cum untouched. Before you could say anything Fontaine began to assault your neck leaving hickeys, bite marks, and drool all over your neck and collarbone. “Taine please, I need you” you beg. The teasing was making you needy and wetter. “Oh now you wanna open your mouth” he sighs. He slaps his dick on your clit which made you whimper and whine for something more, anything. “You gone have to open ya mouth if you want sum like you should have done earlier.” he says looking in your eye, waiting for you to tell him what you want. “Taine, i want you please” you sigh out. “ ‘m right here ma.” he examines your body and how needier and impatient you get. “I need you dick Fontaine please!” and how could he say no to that?

And after your 2 orgasms rushed over you, it was getting too much. 

“Taine, i cant-”

 “yeah you can”

The pleasure hurt so good, you bit your lip attempting to hold back your noise but Fontaine noticed, gripping your face, making sure you felt every single deep, hard stroke. “c’on ma, what happened to that mouth of yours?” all you could do what whimper as another orgasm was coming. “All you gotta do is lemme know what you need baby, yknow i got you ma.” his reassurance following him roughly rubbing your clit made you arch for more. “yeah , yknow what to do” he bites his lips, his shiny gold grills glistening. You grip his arm as your orgasm erupts. “Oh fuckk” was the last thing you said before you saw stars and heard Fontaine groans as he came on your stomach. 

“You ight?” he chuckles. “Mhm” you sigh. “rest, imma finish up everything” he kisses your forehead as he covers you with a blanket. “You sure taine? I can finish after i take this breather” he lightly smiles. “Yeah ma, just know yo ass gonna tell me what had you all antsy n shit.” Fontaine says as he walks out of the room. 

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Johnny Cage x Writer Reader: Basically What The Author Going Through

Warning: Venting. Title is self explanatory ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your eye twitched as you hear the front door to the studio open and close. Just another noise is needed to distract you. Again! Fucking frustrating.

"Baby, I'm home!" Johnny calls happily for you, grunting as he drops his duffle bag aside, filled with his props or outfits or guns, or wherever the fuck job he came from today.

You didn't call back. Grumbling as you forced yourself to lock in on the page before you. You were about to pull out your hair. Nothing has came to your mind for the past hours... days.... WEEKS!

Only one draft is needed nearly one day a week. So why are you always scarce?

Footsteps thumped to your little office den. "Oh, don't tell me you're still nesting here." Johnny enters and frowns as he was very much told silently.

The death look you gave him just checking up on you.

"Y/n, you're still trying to think of what to write for your paper-"

"You don't get it, you pretty boy bastard!" You hissed.

"Easy, easy." The actor held his hands up in pacifist. "Okay, if it's this bad, why don't you just... step down for a bit. This was an off and on thing for you, right?"

"Okay, yes! It is an on and off hobby for me. But I start caring too much. I don't want to stop, at the same time, I can't keep up. And if I can't keep up, I'll have to redo it all over again."

You pace around the room and speak so fast for him. The concerned blind guy only just follows you with his eyes. Looking at you like the weird hysterical young woman you are.

"It's not like I can force myself to just write ANYTHING. I'm too bougie to be posting dog shit plots. It gets obvious." You add on.

"Okay, are your emails open for your readers? Maybe they can help-"

"𝐍 𝐎."

"Okay, got it." Cage cleared his throat and looked away.

"I already feel pressured since I don't feel that motivated. I don't need more pressure being added onto me like that. I don't miss that feeling."

You stop to breath before furrowing your eyes.

"My emails are always opened to my beloved readers. I like hearing what they have to say and think of my work. But I know the second I decide to take requests, I'm going to be the next Cory."

"Who?" Johnny raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay!" You held your face in your  hands and took deep, deep breaths. Finally, you'll stop talking very fast and crazy.

"I... I don't want to stop posting stories. But... without any passion to write... and how I can't think of what to write. I don't think it's possible anymore. I keep telling and telling that I'm running low on pages, that writer's block is itching me, I still force myself to keep up the every six days expectation. And I end up having to post something I feel is crappy or too overused."

You stopped there not knowing what else to say. But it felt some sort of good on your part.

Johnny got to speak. "Look, Y/n. I get what you're saying. And it's okay if you end up slowing down. You'll get back to it whenever your mind is ready. But you can't be too harsh with yourself because that's what makes the fun turn into some nasty prison cell, whatever."

He pats your shoulders reassuringly.

"There's so many other important things you have to do in life. So, who cares if you post a day late. Or two. Or a month. Or maybe even a year and a half. It's your call. Tell all those self expectations to fuck off!" He half jokes and holds a middle finger up with the exclaim.

"Right." You smile.

Wow that feels so much better our chest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you :') I wish my creativity didn't go down otherwise I would try harder.

It's like the only time I get motivated is if I'm feeling freaky and decide to write about Fujin, and thats an example of overused. Ik some of yall like it, but I try to post different characters.

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 36: Bound by Strings, Fueled by Fire

A/N: We are back at it again with another chapter! You guys these chapters are filled with so much action! And we will soon find out what happened during Sanji POV… Yall we are almost done with Dressrosa Arc, and then we hitting Whole Cake island! I will be skimming the Zou arc, adding tidbits here and there but whole cake is where we grabbing tissues and punching air, and kicking our feets causeeee the stuff I have saved! Thank you guys for everything! Now, lets get back to the action! Without further ado, let the adventure begin! 

Word Count: 9.7K

Sanji X Reader, Sanji X Y/N, One Piece X Reader. 

Y/N POV…

 The determination to keep fighting surged through me, despite the pain threatening to overwhelm me. I wasn’t done yet.

"Y/N! Hey, talk to me!" Luffy shouted, his voice strained as he struggled against the strings binding him. I could hear the desperation in his voice, and it tore at me.

My own voice came out weaker than I intended. "Luffy, I... I'm fine," I rasped, hoping he'd hear me. But I wasn’t fine. My strength was fading, and the injuries I’d sustained, especially the one in my torso, were taking a toll on me. Every breath felt heavier, and the pain was unbearable.

"Damn it! I can't break it off!" Luffy grunted, his frustration evident.

"That's the point!" Doflamingo sneered, his sadistic laugh cutting through the chaos as both Bellamy, still under his control, and the clone continued to fight Luffy. In the next moment, the clone landed a brutal kick to Luffy's face, sending him crashing down to a lower level of the palace.

"Luffy!" I thought, my heart racing. My eyes widened in panic as I realized I needed to act fast. I had to retrieve my blades before it was too late.

I finally managed to grab the sharp part of one of my blades, a small spark of hope igniting within me. "Yes!" I thought as I started sawing through the strings binding my wrists, wincing as the friction from the blade cut into my palm. Blood dripped, but I didn't care—I was almost free.

"Y/N! Please talk to me! Tell me anything!" Law's voice pierced through the chaos, filled with concern and desperation. My heart ached at the thought of ignoring him, but I had to keep my focus. I couldn’t afford to break my cover just yet.

Doflamingo's mocking laugh filled the air. "You see that, Law? I told you. You were never going to be able to protect her. You couldn’t protect Corazon, so what makes you think you could protect her too?" His taunting words echoed, cutting deeper than any blade.

Rage ignited within me. The familiar blue hue began to glow faintly around me, the energy coursing through my veins, growing stronger with my anger. Fueled by fury and determination, I finally broke free from the binds on my wrists. My left hand clenched one blade tightly, while my right hand worked furiously to cut the strings binding my ankles.

I wasn’t going to let Doflamingo win. Not today.

“I think we can roll out on those executions, and Law—you’re the first one on my list,” Doflamingo’s voice echoed with cruel satisfaction.

My heart nearly stopped. Law… My chest tightened as I struggled against the strings binding my ankles. I had already freed my wrists, but these last binds were proving more stubborn than I anticipated. I gripped my blade tightly, the blood from my right palm now smeared across the edge as I sliced furiously at the strings. I didn’t care about the pain—I couldn’t afford to.

“I need to get these strings off me. I have to reach Luffy... we have to help Law,” I thought, my mind racing as I saw the terrifying situation unfolding in front of me.

Doflamingo’s voice slithered through the air, but one phrase caught my attention, making me freeze in the middle of cutting through the strings. “Your fruit grants eternal life.”

Eternal life? I halted my movements for a moment, processing what he said. My eyes darted back to Law. What does he mean by that? Law’s Devil Fruit… it was more powerful than I ever imagined. The weight of the situation became even clearer. Doflamingo wanted more than just revenge—he wanted immortality.

As Law and Doflamingo clashed in front of me, sparks flying from their blows, I could see Law was wearing down. Every attack from Doflamingo was more brutal, more relentless. Law dodged and blocked, but his movements were slowing, and he was on the brink of collapse. Doflamingo’s taunts were merciless, driving home his sense of superiority.

“No…” I whispered, the panic rising inside me again. I need to move.

I clenched my blade tighter, digging into the strings around my ankles. Blood trickled down from my wounded palm, but it didn’t matter. Every second I wasted was a second closer to losing Law. I pulled harder, gritting my teeth as the strings finally began to give way. 

I clenched my blade tighter, forcing it through the strings around my ankles. The pain in my palm was nothing compared to the urgency pounding in my chest. Law and Luffy needed me, and I wasn’t going to let Doflamingo have the upper hand.

“Hang in there, Luffy!” I thought as I slashed harder. With one final yank, the strings gave way. I stumbled to my feet, my legs weak from the strain, but I pushed forward. The faint blue hue still flickered around me, my right blade dripping blood. With a surge of energy, I dashed past the battle between Law and Doflamingo, making my way down to Luffy.

Just in time.

The second Doflamingo stood poised to strike Luffy while Bellamy hovered nearby, his body still under control. I leaped into the air, gathering what strength I had left. “Tremor Kick!” I shouted, my right leg surrounded by the blue hue as it collided with the second Doflamingo’s head. The force sent him crashing into the ground, creating a deeper dent on the palace floor. Bellamy dropped, momentarily freed from control.

“Y/N! You’re okay!” Luffy called out, the relief clear in his voice.

I landed beside him, offering a shaky grin. “Told you, Captain. I’m not going anywhere. Someone’s gotta look out for the future Pirate King, right?” I teased, even though my body screamed in pain.

Luffy’s eyes shifted to my bloodied hand and the mess of cuts around my ankles. “Y/N... you’re hurt!” he exclaimed, panic flickering in his eyes.

I shook my head quickly. “No time to worry about me. Let’s get these strings off you first,” I said, slicing through the binds around his wrists. As he stood free, the second Doflamingo’s voice echoed across the hall, dark and filled with twisted desire.

“I like a woman who fights back. You’re strong... fiery. Just my type,” the second Doflamingo sneered, his eyes burning with hunger.

I felt a chill run down my spine, my body tensing as I prepared to strike again. But before I could, Luffy stepped in front of me. “I’ll handle him,” Luffy said, his voice steady with determination.

I hesitated, then nodded, trusting him. My attention turned back to the upper floor where Law and Doflamingo continued their fierce battle."Luffy, I'm heading back up. I'll buy us some time. Besides, you still got an ass-kicking to give to the real one," I teased with a grin.

Luffy grinned back, cracking his knuckles. “Yeah, leave him to me.”

Without another word, I propelled myself into the air, determined to get back into the fight. But before I could land, I felt something yank me down violently.

“You’re not going anywhere, princess,” Doflamingo’s voice slithered up to me, filled with dark amusement. “The fun is just about to start.”

I struggled, trying to keep my footing as I was pulled backward, my hands instinctively gripping my blades and slamming them into the palace floor. They were the only thing anchoring me, but I could feel the strain on my arms, the tension of my muscles screaming under the force trying to drag me under.

“Y/N!” Law shouted, his voice sharp with alarm, as he glanced my way, momentarily distracted from his battle.

Doflamingo sneered, the menace in his eyes growing darker. “Seems the little princess still has some fight in her,” he mused, taking deliberate steps toward me. “Let’s see how long you last before that fire goes out.”

I gritted my teeth, my grip slipping as my strength waned. The pull on my leg was relentless, my body straining as I tried to hold on.

Suddenly, the pressure was gone. I blinked in shock, realizing I was free.

“Leave her alone!” Luffy’s voice boomed from below, his fist connecting with the second Doflamingo in a powerful hit that sent him reeling, freeing me in the process.

I scrambled up, my body aching, breath labored as I managed to pull myself back onto the platform. My vision swam for a moment before it cleared, and I saw a familiar figure standing before me, a shadow of concern crossing his usually composed face.

“Law…” I gasped, my voice strained as I tried to catch my breath.

His gaze flickered down to my bloodied hands and ankles, and though his expression remained stoic, there was a subtle edge of worry. “Y/N…” His voice was low but steady, despite the chaos around us.

I slowly brought myself up, my blades still clutched tightly in each hand, but my breathing betrayed the toll the fight was taking on me. Law was engaged with Doflamingo, blocking an onslaught of attacks, as we maneuvered to a different part of the battlefield.

Doflamingo’s laugh echoed around us, a chilling sound that made my skin crawl. “Y/N, get back! Somewhere I can see you!” Law shouted, his focus still on the formidable enemy before us.

“I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself!” I yelled back, defiance rising within me.

Just then, Doflamingo launched his pentachromatic strings at me. Before I could react, they sliced through the air, cutting into my right arm and forcing me to drop one of my blades. “Damn it!” I shouted, pain pulsing through my arm as blood began to seep down, staining my left hand and the blade I still held.

I quickly grabbed the fallen weapon, securing it back into my thigh halter, my heart racing with frustration and pain. Doflamingo chuckled darkly. “Look at you, soon you’ll be left begging me for mercy.”

Fueled by rage and determination, Law charged straight at Doflamingo, forcing him to stumble back and creating a brief distance between us. “What do you make of the will of D?” Law shouted, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us, as he attempted to land a clean shot with his blade.

“I’m also a D!” he declared, the weight of those words hanging in the air as he and Doflamingo clashed violently. The impact sent shockwaves through the room, and I was thrown back, crashing into a nearby wall.

“Ugh!” I gasped, the force of the hit knocking the wind out of me. My vision swam, but I couldn’t afford to stay down. Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up, determination igniting within me once more.

Usopp POV…

“Viola, can you update me on the situation?” King Riku asked, his voice steady despite the chaos.

“Sadly, things are not going well at the palace,” Viola replied, her expression grim. “Straw Hat has been knocked down below, and Law, along with the princess, are struggling against Doflamingo.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, panic rising in my chest. Both Luffy and Y/N were in serious trouble. “What about Y/N? How is she doing?”

“The princess has the worst injuries,” Viola continued, her eyes clouded with worry. “Her torso is slashed, and her right arm is also slashed. She’s struggling to even stand.”

“Damn it! Without Luffy there, Doflamingo is going to end up killing her and Law!” I shouted, feeling helpless.

“That is not the only battle,” Viola said, her voice steady but urgent. “We still have more fights—one in the SMILE factory, and another at the plateau.”

“How many executives do we have left?” I asked, my heart racing.

“We still have a few more,” she replied, her tone heavy. “Senor Pink, Pica, Lao G, Doflamingo, Trebol, Diamante, Gladius, Dellinger, Lao G, Mach Vice, and Baby 5.”

I tensed, the weight of the situation sinking in. “All together that’s ten executives to face.” This battle was far from over, and every second counted.

Y/N POV…

“Think you can stop me with just a letter in your name? It’s rubbish—a lie!” Doflamingo sneered, his arrogance radiating like a dark cloud. Law managed to land an Injection Shot, but before we could celebrate, Trebol sprang back into action, his voice booming, “Doffy!”

Doflamingo glided effortlessly in the air, the strings shimmering around him. “I don’t like this one bit,” he growled, sensing the shift in the battle's tide. Law was quick to activate his Room, enveloping the area in his power, but Doflamingo struck with ruthless precision, knocking Law to the ground.

“Bahaha, close but not close enough!” Trebol jeered, and fury surged through me. The familiar blue hue ignited in my left hand, now crackling with flames. I gripped my blade tightly, determination flooding my veins.

“Trebol!” I shouted, leaping high into the air, the fire swirling around me like a raging storm. “You shouldn’t count your enemies short—you never know what may happen!”

With that, I unleashed a blazing attack, sending a torrent of flames spiraling toward Trebol. The fire collided with him, and I watched as his eyes widened in disbelief, the heat searing him.

He struggled to extinguish the flames while I landed back on the battlefield, adrenaline still pumping through me.

“I’m so disappointed in you, Law. I can reiterate that enough,” Doflamingo sneered as Law unleashed Tact, tearing a quarter of the castle apart. But just as victory seemed close, Doflamingo caught Law’s arm mid-attack. “These pathetic attacks of yours are below us,” he taunted.

“Since when have you become sentimental?” Doflamingo mocked, suspending Law in the air, one arm dangling helplessly.

“Law! I’m coming!” I shouted, leaping into the air again, determined to save him. But before I could reach him, I felt something sticky latch onto me, yanking me down with a harsh thud. Pain shot through my body as I landed on my right side.

“Ah!!” I yelled, gritting my teeth.

“Bahahah! You’re not going anywhere! You’re Doffy’s now!” Trebol cackled, his gooey grip tightening around me.

“What is this gross thing on me?!” I yelled, trying to fight off the sticky substance, but it only pulled me back further. “I can’t move!”

“Y/N!” Law yelled from above, desperation in his voice.

“Law, don’t worry about me!” I called back, but my heart sank at what happened next. Doflamingo seized Law’s other arm, and in a swift, brutal motion, he cut it off. My eyes widened in horror as Law fell to the floor, agony etched on his face, gripping the bloody stump where his arm once was.

“Law!” I screamed, my heart racing.

“Bahaha! That was a good one, Doffy!” Trebol cheered, clapping with delight.

Rage coursed through me, igniting a fire within. “You bastards!” I yelled, struggling against the goo. “Hey, Doflamingo!” I shouted, my voice low and dangerous.

He turned to me, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “Don’t worry, princess. You and I will have our fun soon,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire and malice. Doflamingo laughed as he taunted Law, and my stomach dropped when he pulled out a gun.

“No,” Law shouted, his voice laced with urgency.

“Nothing beats a good lead bullet, right Y/N?” Doflamingo taunted, aiming the gun at Law.

“No!” I whispered, desperation flooding my veins. I struggled against the goo binding me, fear for Law’s life consuming me.

Just then, a crash reverberated from below, that shot above us. As I looked up, I saw Luffy had managed to destroy the second Doflamingo clone. “He did it!” I exclaimed, a flicker of hope igniting in my chest.

But Doflamingo only laughed, making his way toward the hole above. “Bellamy, end Strawhat!” he ordered, his tone mocking.

“What?!” I yelled, anger surging. “You no longer control Bellamy!”

“Princess,” he said, moving closer, grab bing my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. He pulled my face to the side and whispered, placing a lingering kiss on my neck as if claiming me. “Soon, you too will be mine,” he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

“Get off me!” I gritted through clenched teeth, fury igniting within me. I couldn’t let him intimidate me. fury burning hotter with every second. I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me.

Just as Law slowly got up, his breathing ragged and labored, he prepared to launch an attack, but Trebol was faster. With a sticky launcher, he shot a glob of goo that landed on Law, pinning him down. The area around us burst into flames, the heat overwhelming.

“Law!” I screamed, my voice cracking in desperation. “Law, are you okay?!” Still, I fought against the goo holding me down, my left arm straining to break free. But before I could do anything, Doflamingo cocked his gun and fired shot after shot at Law.

“No!” I screamed, watching Law’s body go limp as blood poured from his wounds. Trebol’s maniacal laughter filled the air as he praised Doflamingo.

“Law! Please!” I called out, my voice breaking, but it was no use. He didn’t respond. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my heart shattered as I witnessed him being shot, again and again.

Doflamingo’s mocking voice cut through my grief. “See that, princess? Those who defy me will either learn the easy way or the hard way.” He laughed, the sound sending a wave of rage through me.

“You heartless—” I gritted out, my anger swallowing the grief. Suddenly, a bright blue hue surged through me, breaking through Trebol’s binds. “Doffy! What’s happening?!” Trebol’s voice wavered with confusion.

I slowly got up, feeling a surge of energy flood through my body. The blue energy wasn’t just in my left hand anymore—it enveloped my entire being. I clenched my right hand, feeling strength return, even if only for a short time.

With both hands clenched, I bolted toward Doflamingo. “Bastard!” I screamed, landing a solid punch to his abdomen, sending him crashing into the wall.

“You think you can just harm anybody, use them, dispose of them like they’re nothing?!” I shouted, each word laced with the fury building inside me. My strides were slow, deliberate, as I advanced on him. “You’re not getting away!”

I leaped into the air, preparing to unleash the burning power inside me. A blue hue flared around me as I prepared a fire attack.

“Doffy!” Trebol screamed, launching his sticky chain toward me. But I caught it with my right arm, adrenaline fueling me. I gripped the chain tightly and transferred the blue energy from one arm to the other, the fire burning brighter with every second.

“Hell Inferno!” I roared, the blue flames igniting Trebol as he screamed, his body consumed by the fire once more.

Doflamingo’s body slumped against the wall for a moment before he grinned, rising to his feet like nothing had happened. His eyes glinted with malice as he wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You think you’ve got what it takes, princess?” he taunted.

Before I could respond, he kicked off the ground and launched himself into the air, strings trailing behind him. He moved faster than I expected, and before I could react, he was right in front of me.

“Not fast enough,” he whispered coldly, and with brutal force, he drove his fist into my abdomen.

The punch knocked the air out of me. Pain shot through my body like lightning, and I gasped, clutching my stomach as I was flung upward by the sheer impact of his strike.

I gritted my teeth and steadied myself, refusing to fall. "You bastard!" I hissed, using the blue energy swirling within me to push back. Flames ignited around my fists as I dashed through the sky toward him, clashing with Doflamingo mid-air.

I threw a fiery punch at his face, but he dodged, countering with a series of quick jabs aimed at my torso. I blocked with my left arm, feeling the sharp sting of each hit as my blade flashed through the air, aiming for his chest.

Doflamingo spun, effortlessly dodging my strike, then retaliated with a kick to my ribs, sending me spiraling upward. I grunted, regaining my balance, and charged again.

I propelled myself toward him, aiming for his head, but he blocked with a web of his strings, smirking. “You really think you can beat me in the air?” he mocked, twisting his strings to pull me closer.

“You underestimate me!” I growled, slashing through the strings with my left blade, the blue flames growing fiercer with every second. I swung at him again, forcing him to fall back as I slashed through the sky.

We clashed over and over, exchanging blows, punches, and kicks mid-air. Each time I struck, he countered with another barrage of strings. I could feel the strain in my muscles, but I wasn’t backing down. My body burned, not just from the fight but from the pure force of my will.

Doflamingo extended his hand, flicking his fingers as more strings shot out from his palms, aiming straight for my chest. I twisted in mid-air, dodging just in time, but the strings grazed my side, cutting through the fabric of my dress. Blood seeped from the wound, but I couldn’t stop now. 

His hand closed around my throat, and before I could react, he slammed me into the ground below.

The force rattled through my body, but I held onto my blade, the flames still burning as I glared at him, struggling to breathe through his grip.

Doflamingo’s grip tightened around my throat, cutting off my air as he held me in the sky. His cold, twisted grin widened as he watched me struggle. I clawed at his hand, gasping for breath, but his strength was overwhelming. My vision blurred for a moment, stars dancing in my eyes, but I couldn’t give in. Not now.

"Let... go of me!" I choked out, fury bubbling beneath the surface as I felt the familiar pulse of energy returning. The blue flames surrounding me flickered for a moment before roaring back to life, flaring even brighter as I focused every ounce of my remaining strength.

Doflamingo laughed darkly, his face inches from mine as he leaned in. "You're strong, princess. But not strong enough." With his other hand, he delivered a brutal punch to my abdomen, the force of it sending shockwaves through my body. I groaned in pain,coughing blood, but I refused to let him break me. He pulled me closer, his fingers digging into my skin, as if relishing the control he had over me.

“I could end this right now,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers squeezed harder, cutting deeper into my neck as my air supply dwindled. “But where’s the fun in that?”

I glared at him through the haze, the fire in my chest burning hotter. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I swung my blade upward, aiming for his side. The blue flames ignited along the edge of my blade as it connected with his ribs, slicing through his flesh.

Doflamingo grunted, momentarily loosening his grip. That was my chance. I kicked my legs up, twisting my body in the air, and with a desperate burst of energy, I freed myself from his grasp. I fell backward, gasping for air, clutching my throat as I regained my breath.

He wiped the blood from his side, sneering at me as he floated in the sky. "You'll pay for that."

Zoro POV...

I finally made it to where Usopp, King Riku, and the others were after defeating Pika. My mind was racing, ready for the next step. “Strawhat can proceed, he’s taken down Bellamy! Well done, now there are two higher-ups remaining,” said Viola, her eyes still scanning the battlefield through her clairvoyance.

“Good, that means Y/N and Luffy will be heading up to take down Doflamingo,” I said, reassured that the plan was on track.

But Usopp’s face told me something was wrong. "Actually, Zoro, about that... Y/N is with Law fighting Doflamingo."

I stopped in my tracks, the words hitting me hard. “She’s what?!”

"No... I have terrible news. We’re down a man too," Viola said gravely, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the scene.

"Who's hurt? Say it!" Usopp demanded, panic creeping into his voice.

“It’s Trafalgar Law,” Viola said, her voice grim.

My heart sank, and it all started to click. “Wait, that means... Y/N is now not only facing Doflamingo but another top executive, and Law is down?!” I growled, gripping the hilts of my swords tightly.

As soon as the words left my mouth, a bright blue blaze engulfed the palace floor, lighting up the area with an intensity I hadn’t seen before.

“What the hell is that?!” I yelled, my eyes wide, scanning the horizon.

“This can’t be…” Viola whispered, her face pale.

The blue hue suddenly erupted in the sky, dancing with each strike. My breath caught as the realization hit me.

"The princess... Y/N, she's fighting Doflamingo," Viola said, her voice trembling. "And her whole body... is on fire."

“Fire?!” I roared, my fists clenching tighter around my swords. "What do you mean she's on fire? Is she hurt?!"

Viola hesitated, her eyes darting across the scene she was witnessing. “Her injuries are severe, but I don’t understand how she’s still standing. The flames, they’re coming from her—surrounding her entire body.”

My mind raced, connecting the dots. “Her blades!” I said, realization dawning on me. The flames must have something to do with the weapons King gave her. I looked up at the sky, and the blue hue surrounding Y/N grew even brighter, radiating power.

“Whatever it is, she managed to injure Doflamingo—she landed a solid hit on his side!” Viola confirmed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

A small smirk crept onto my face. “That’s my girl…” I muttered under my breath, pride swelling in my chest. She was giving it everything she had.

“She's probably buying Luffy time again," Usopp said, clearly worried but trying to see the positive.

Just then, Viola’s expression darkened. “No... Doflamingo is choking her now,” she said, her voice shaking with tension.

"What?!" I bellowed, eyes widening with rage. "Is she still fighting?!"

Viola’s face grew even more troubled as she continued. “He’s... placed a kiss on her neck. It's lingering... as if claiming her.”

That was the last straw. The anger that flooded me felt like a wave crashing against rock. My knuckles turned white around the hilts of my swords. “Damn him!” I growled, teeth gritted as the urge to slice through Doflamingo myself surged within me.

“The blue hue… it's shifting again,” Viola said, eyes widening. “Debris is starting to circle around the palace. She’s going back in, and it's getting stronger.”

I glanced up at the sky, watching the flames dance. "Whatever happens, Doflamingo’s going to regret underestimating her," I said, my voice low and dangerous.

Y/N POV… 

Doflamingo launched me back toward the palace, and I hit the ground hard next to Law. Pain shot through me, and the blue hue that had fueled my strength began to fade. My heart sank as I looked at Law’s still form, tears threatening to spill over.

Trebol appeared, his voice dripping with false concern. “Doffy! You’re not hurt, are you?”

I struggled to get up, but the adrenaline was wearing off, and I felt the weight of my injuries. Doflamingo approached menacingly, an unsettling grin on his face. “Let’s wrap this up, Trebol,” he said, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice call out. “Doflamingo!”

“Luffy!” I choked out, my heart racing as I tried to remain focused. “I’m here!”

“I knew you’d make it, Captain,” I managed to say, flipping onto my side. With all my strength, I crawled toward Law, determined to reach him. I secured my blades back in their sheaths, feeling a flicker of hope as they emitted a white hue once more.

As I reached Law, I gently turned him over, my hands trembling as they met his blood. “Law…” I whispered, struggling to keep my composure. Just then, Luffy rushed toward us, stepping into Law’s blood.

“Hey, Traffy! Where’s all this blood coming from?” “What happened to your arm!” Luffy exclaimed, flipping him onto his back. Law lay limp in my arms, and I cupped his face, desperate to connect with him.

“Law… I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when Doflamingo shot you,” I said, my voice cracking with guilt. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I pulled his head closer to my neck, shaking. “I wish I could have done more. I… I wish I could hear you say anything one more time.”

In that moment, I leaned in and kissed his cheek softly, pouring all my emotions into that brief touch. But just as I was about to pull away, he moved his face, connecting his lips with mine. The kiss stunned me for a moment, leaving me breathless as I processed the reality that he was alive.

“Y/N…” he whispered softly after pulling back, his gaze intense. “That kiss… was long overdue.”

A rush of warmth flooded through me, and I felt a mixture of relief and elation. “You’re alive,” I breathed, my heart racing.

He gave me a faint, reassuring smile, but Doflamingo’s mocking voice cut through the moment. “What a damn shame,” he sneered. In that instant, Law pretended to be dead once more, and Doflamingo took the bait.

“He was holding out 'til you made it!” Doflamingo taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. “He did say you were the miracle worker, Strawhat. I don’t know why he didn’t impress me much when we were fighting.”

Luffy’s determination flared. “Gomu Gomu, Spring Bullet!” he shouted, launching himself at Doflamingo. But Doflamingo effortlessly cast a string attack, blocking Luffy’s strike and sending him back toward us.

“Very close, wow!” Doflamingo laughed, taunting as Luffy landed right beside me. My eyes began to flutter shut from exhaustion, but I fought to stay awake, still holding Law close to me.

“Would you look at that? The princess is holding Law,” Doflamingo jeered, reveling in the moment.

I gently placed Law on the ground, my focus shifting back to Doflamingo. I took a step toward Luffy, ready to grab my blade again, when Doflamingo struck. With a swift motion, he used his strings to grab my wrist, yanking me toward him. My heels dug into the palace floor as I struggled to break free.

“Y/N!” Luffy yelled, trying to pull me back to him.

“Let me go!” I shouted, desperation lacing my voice. But Doflamingo wasn’t done; he seized my other wrist as well, pulling me closer to him.

Doflamingo’s gaze roamed over me, a predatory look in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. “You really think you can fight me?” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could react, he pressed a lingering kiss against my neck, biting down just enough to claim me. A startled yelp escaped my lips, and I felt his smirk against my skin, a twisted satisfaction in his actions.

“I saw that little display you put on with Law,” he taunted, pulling back slightly to meet my gaze, his eyes glinting with mischief. “It was cute, but you belong to me now.”

I fought against the shudder that threatened to take over. His words only fueled my anger, and I refused to let him have any hold over me. “I’m not yours, and I never will be!” I spat back, determination igniting in my chest. 

“Y/N! Don’t worry, I’m coming!” Luffy yelled, but then he halted, frustration evident on his face.

“Just get him off me!” I shouted, the pressure of Doflamingo’s grip tightening around me, making me bite my lip to suppress a wince.

Doflamingo leaned in closer, his smirk never fading. “You think your precious Strawhat can save you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. I struggled against him, but his hold was like iron.

“Just hold on, Y/N!” Luffy shouted again, his determination fueling my own.

“You’ll be joining your pal, Law in no time,” Doflamingo sneered at Luffy, his grip on me unyielding as he prepared to make his next move. The tension in the air crackled, and I could feel my heart racing.

Law POV… 

10 minutes before

I wish I could've used a different technique. Anything to avoid causing Y/N so much pain when she saw my "lifeless figure," but I needed to buy time. After that first shot, I let myself fall back, switching my body with a subordinate's just in time to keep Doflamingo from noticing. I'll tend to his wounds after.

As soon as I made the switch, something caught my attention—a blue hue lighting up the sky, growing brighter with each strike. What the hell is going on now?! I muttered to myself, trying to catch my breath. It didn’t matter; I had to keep playing my part. I switched back to my original position, lying there, still and cold.

A sudden loud thud shook the ground nearby. Through barely-opened eyes, I saw Y/N. She was struggling, and when she turned toward me, I could see her eyes brimming with tears. It tore at me. Y/N... princess... believe me, I don’t want to cause you any pain.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and saw Luffy burst back onto the palace floor. Finally, I thought, knowing that Luffy’s arrival meant we still had a fighting chance.

"I knew you'd make it, Captain," Y/N managed to say through her exhaustion. But then, something caught my attention. I felt her presence—Y/N, moving closer to me.

"Law," she whispered, her voice shaky, filled with anguish. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to respond, not to hold her, but I had to keep pretending.

"Hey, Traffy! Where’s all this blood coming from?" “What happened to your arm!” Luffy’s voice cut through as he crouched down, trying to figure out what happened.

I remained still, eyes shut. Then, I felt Y/N’s hands—those trembling, gentle hands—cupping my face. Her touch, even in the chaos, sent warmth through me. Y/N, my princess...

Hearing her start to blame herself was unbearable. She thought she couldn’t help, thought she wasn’t doing enough. I wanted to tell her how wrong she was. She pulled me closer, her scent intoxicating, even in the midst of battle. I almost lost control, my instincts screaming to hold her, kiss her, tell her how much she means to me.

"I wish I could’ve done more..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

Oh, but you have, Y/N. You don’t know the effect you have on me. Ever since that day I first learned about her, before Sabaody... hearing all the stories about her joining the Strawhats. Then, the day I saw her up on that auction house stage—so fierce, so determined. I remembered the moment I used my powers to shamble her away from Blackleg, and how she stood in front of me. I can’t help but look back on that.

Then, without warning, I felt Y/N’s soft lips press against my cheek. That’s it. I turned my head just enough, and our lips met. The shock in her touch was palpable, but I didn’t care. This kiss was long overdue. She pulled away, and I whispered, only for her to hear, “Y/N... that kiss was long overdue.”

Her tears welled up again, but this time, she whispered back, her breath shaky, "You're alive." 

Present time…

"Y/N! Don't worry, I’m coming!" yelled Strawhat, his voice full of determination as he charged forward, eyes locked on her.

"Just get him off me!" Y/N shouted, her voice strained as she struggled against Doflamingo’s grip, trying to hold her own.

Luffy was about to leap into action when I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, "Strawhat... wait."

He paused mid-step, glancing back at me with confusion written all over his face. He was ready to fight, to throw everything into saving Y/N. But he had to listen.

"Listen carefully..."

Y/N POV… 

I struggled in Doflamingo’s grip, but every time I moved, his hold tightened like a vice. Each squeeze sent a burning sensation through my body, making it hard to breathe. Damn it... I thought, fighting the urge to cry out. But it was no use—he knew exactly how much pain to inflict without letting me pass out.

Doflamingo laughed, his voice a sickening sound in my ears. My eyes caught sight of Trebol, still on his left, bearing the injuries I managed to inflict earlier. But it wasn’t enough, not by a long shot. Damn, I thought again, frustration gnawing at me.

As if reading my mind, Doflamingo’s mocking voice cut through the tension. "The Birdcage that surrounds the kingdom... it’s shrinking, bit by bit," he sneered, glancing at Luffy as if daring him to act.

My voice strained, coming out barely above a whisper. "What?"

His smirk widened. "It'll take about an hour before this whole kingdom is done for."

"You bast—" My words were cut short as he squeezed harder, the air in my lungs forced out in a gasp. The pressure was overwhelming, my body trembling from the sheer intensity of his grip.

"Save that gasp for later, princess," Doflamingo whispered menacingly in my ear. "I’ll give you something to really gasp about."

I gritted my teeth, refusing to let him see just how much his words affected me

Every move I made only caused Doflamingo’s grip to tighten further, the pain searing through my body like fire. My breathing grew more labored, and I gasped, feeling my strength fading. His laughter echoed in my ears, a cruel reminder of just how much control he had over the situation.

"I won’t spare a single rotten life in this kingdom. They aren’t worth a single thing to me," Doflamingo sneered, his voice dripping with malice. I gritted my teeth, refusing to let him see how much his words affected me, though it was getting harder to hold on.

“Every building, every person, animals, your little allies... and finally, you.” His words were directed at Luffy now, but I felt the pressure intensify as if he was using me to make his point. I coughed, blood staining my lips, and my vision blurred from the pain. "It’ll all die," he added, sending a chill down my spine.

"Although..." he continued, twisting the knife, "I suppose some of your friends are already dead. The good doctor died a couple of minutes ago." My head throbbed, and the world around me spun. My heart pounded in my chest, my strength slipping away as I turned my head, struggling to focus on Luffy.

“Luffy...” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper, fighting the crushing sensation in my chest.

“Hang on, Y/N!” Luffy shouted back, his voice giving me a sliver of hope amidst the chaos. I tried to hold onto that.

Doflamingo smirked. “So much for your pirate alliance with Traffy.” He tightened his grip one final time before dropping me. I hit the ground hard, gasping for air as the burning sensation of oxygen filled my lungs again. I coughed, blood spewing from my mouth, but the pain didn’t stop.

“Trebol, take the princess,” Doflamingo ordered coldly.

Just as Trebol reached out to trap me in his sticky goo, a figure appeared in front of me.

“Sorry, but nobody is dying here except you!” It was Law, his voice like a lifeline. He moved with swift precision, landing a Gamma Knife directly into Doflamingo’s chest. The electric green hue crackled through the air, tearing through Doflamingo’s insides.

Before I could process it, I felt something gently wrap around me. “I got you, Y/N.” Luffy’s voice brought me back, his arms supporting me.

“Luffy...” I muttered, trying to get back to my feet. My body trembled, barely able to keep up with the intense battle unfolding around us.

Law’s Gamma Knife had done significant damage. The green hue of his attack electrified the area, leaving Doflamingo staggered. I clutched my sides, trying to stabilize myself. Trebol’s desperate cry filled the air: "Doffy! You’re a king! A king never falls to his knees!"

I couldn’t help but smirk, despite the pain. “Well, looks like there’s a first for everything,” I said, voice shaky but defiant.

Luffy launched a Gomu Gomu no Jet Stamp, sending Doflamingo crashing into the palace wall. I dragged myself toward Luffy and Law, still catching my breath. “You guys...” I panted. “Could have told me you had a plan.”

Luffy laughed sheepishly, scratching his head. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

Law, though exhausted, crawled toward Doflamingo with determination burning in his eyes. “Traffy...” Luffy called out, concerned.

“Let me do it,” Law said, breathing heavily. I wanted to tell him to stop, to take it easy, but he was too stubborn. “It has to be me who ends this,” he muttered, crawling with only one hand.

“Room,” Law whispered, creating a blue orb around Doflamingo and himself. “It’s over, Doflamingo! The Gamma Knife destroyed your internal organs... take my word for it because I’m a doctor.”

Trebol lunged to attack Law, but Luffy was faster, knocking him down with one punch. “Nice one, Captain,” I muttered, still struggling to breathe.

I reached for one of my hidden blades, the white hue glowing faintly. As I gripped it, I felt my breath coming back, albeit slowly. Doflamingo began to laugh, a sickening sound that sent chills through me.

Law unleashed a Counter Shock, his attack hitting Doflamingo’s abdomen with electric force. “Is it... over?” I asked, seeing Doflamingo down. But something wasn’t right.

Suddenly, Doflamingo stood back up, seemingly unfazed. “How?” I whispered, shock coursing through me. He grinned, explaining how he could heal his body with strings. My eyes widened in horror as he stepped closer, but before we could react, Trebol snatched both Luffy and me.

“Let us go!” I screamed, struggling in his hold. Trebol slammed us into the palace floor, leaving both of us gasping for air.

Doflamingo loomed over Law, raising his leg to crush him. “I only have a few good minutes left,” I muttered to myself, summoning the white hue of my blade. In a burst of speed, I dashed forward, just as Doflamingo’s foot was about to drop on Law.

“Damn it!” Law shouted, expecting his fate. But I managed to form a small shield just in time, the glowing barrier trembling under Doflamingo’s Haki.

“What’s this?” Doflamingo sneered.

“You won’t hurt him any more,” I yelled through gritted teeth. “I won’t... let you kill him!” I coughed, more blood spilling from my lips.

“Y/N!” Law cried, his voice trembling.

“But why?” he asked, staring at me in disbelief.

I smiled weakly, feeling my strength slipping. “You saved my life back in Punk Hazard... I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt you as long as I live.”

Doflamingo continued pressing against the shield, but it held. “How is she doing this?!” he shouted in frustration.

I chuckled, my body shaking as I shielded Law. “It’s a gift... courtesy of the man who trained me...” I thought of King, and my understanding of the hidden blades he gave me deepened. “King... I think I’m starting to understand these blades you gave me.”

Just as Doflamingo prepared to strike again, Luffy blocked the attack with a powerful force, their clash reverberating through the air. “How dare you stop me, Strawhat!” Doflamingo roared, his Supreme King’s Haki shaking everything around us. The pressure was overwhelming, making it harder for me to keep my focus.

I withdrew my blade, deactivating the shield that had been protecting Law and me. The faint white light from my hidden blade dimmed, shifting into a faint red hue as I carefully slid it back into the halter at my thigh. My chest heaved as I struggled to maintain my breathing, still lying on top of Law, completely spent.

The clash of Haki sent a shockwave through the palace, sending Trebol flying far from us, and pushing both Law and me further away from the battlefield. I landed on Law’s chest, the impact knocking the wind out of me, but he instinctively wrapped one arm around me, holding me close.

“You really are reckless, aren’t you?” Law’s voice was a mix of exhaustion and exasperation, though his grip on me never loosened. He trembled slightly, as if afraid that if he let me go, I might vanish, lost to him forever.

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, despite the pain coursing through my body. “You should know that by now, Law,” I breathed, my voice barely audible as I tried to steady my breathing. My body felt heavy, like every movement was a fight against gravity, but I knew I had to get back up. Luffy needed help.

As I lay on Law’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath me, a part of me wanted to stay there—to rest, to let everything fade away. But I couldn’t. Not when so much was still at stake. Not when Luffy was fighting with everything he had against Doflamingo.

I shifted slightly, trying to push myself up. “I have to help him...” I muttered, my arms shaking as I tried to lift myself off Law. Luffy needed me.

Law tightened his grip around me, his eyes filled with concern.

Just then, Luffy landed another kick, his Haki surging around him like a storm. Doflamingo barely managed to block it, the impact reverberating through the air. The intensity of their battle was palpable, each punch exchanged feeling like a thunderclap.

“Come on, Luffy!” I urged under my breath, my heart racing as I witnessed Luffy’s determination. He landed a solid kick to Doflamingo’s abdomen, followed by a fierce punch and an uppercut that made the king of the underworld stagger.

But Trebol’s laughter cut through the tension like a knife, grating and cruel. “Why the hell are you laughing?” I snapped, frustration boiling over. Doflamingo’s laughter echoed with malicious glee, sending a chill down my spine.

“What is going on?” I muttered, feeling a knot of dread forming in my stomach. Just as I finished speaking, Doflamingo unleashed a swift kick, and Luffy tried to block it, but it sent him flying toward us.

"Luffy!" I yelled, panic surging as I watched Luffy hurl through the air. He quickly got back up, but now he faced Trebol, who launched another attack, trapping him in his sticky goo. "What... what is this?!" Luffy shouted in frustration.

Trebol laughed maniacally. "This is just sad! You never stood a chance against Doffy!" he mocked.

"Luffy!" I screamed, trying to stand, but Law held me in place. "Don’t! You’re too spent," he warned.

"I need to help!" I protested, struggling to rise as my blades emitted a faint red glow.

Trebol turned to us. "Now, where were we? Oh yeah! Stomping Law’s face!" he sneered as he made his way over. Doflamingo followed, his eyes locked on us.

I was about to reach for my blades, feeling a new energy coursing through them. The red hue was different, charged with something powerful.

"Hey! Don’t ignore me!" Luffy yelled, thrashing against the goo. "We were having a fight!" He struggled to break free, yelling, "Let me go, you weirdo! Why are you so icky?!"

I could feel my energy draining, but I forced myself to get into a stance, panting heavily. "Law’s right... I can’t keep up..." I thought, but I clenched my fists and prepared for another move.

Luffy launched punches at Trebol, but he kept regenerating. "What?! That’s not right! Armament Haki should work on a Logia!" Luffy exclaimed in frustration. “Bahaha who said I’m a logia type.” said Trebol laughing.

Law, breathing ragged, whispered, "Ignore him... he's trash."

"Trash?!" Trebol roared, insulted. Law taunted him more, enraging Trebol.

I chuckled, leaning closer to Law. "Looks like you took a page from my book," I whispered to him. "You're half-dead—what do you know?!" Trebol snapped, fuming. "We run the family! The family runs Dressrosa!" he continued, his pride clearly wounded.

"Seems like you're compensating for something..." I teased, smirking as Trebol lost his composure.

"Stick Stickem Launcher!" Trebol roared, trapping both Law and me. "Not this again..." I groaned, struggling to free my legs.

"You cheater! Fight someone who can actually fight!" Luffy shouted, still trying to break free.

Trebol stormed toward us, Doflamingo’s warning falling on deaf ears. I grinned as I saw my plan coming together. "Come closer," I thought.

"You’re done!" Trebol growled, raising his sceptor toward Law. "I'm going to shove this down your throat! Say goodbye, Law!" he threatened.

I seized the moment. "Now!" I thought, grabbing Trebol’s scepter with my right hand. "What the—?!" Trebol gasped in shock. Pain surged through me as I winced, my palm still carrying the open wound from before. The raw skin burned against the scepter, but I held firm, refusing to let go.

"Now, Tact!" Law commanded, slicing Trebols abdomen. The red hue around my hand electrified the air as Trebol’s goo began to slide off.

"That’s why my punches weren’t working!" Luffy said. As he watched Trebol’s goo starting to come off. "He’s super skinny under all that goop!"

Trebol clutched his abdomen, shaking from the pain. "Damn you, Law!" he shouted, enraged.

Law and I were still trapped by the goo, but I held firm, gripping the scepter tighter. Blood from my wounded palm slid down the scepter, mixing with the flammable goo. I smirked through the pain, glaring at Trebol. "Trebol, you're really dumb," I said, voice trembling but steady. "You didn’t realize it, but as I grip this scepter, you’ll be electrified." The red lightning began to crackle around us, growing more intense. I clenched my jaw, feeling the energy surge. "I... wonder," I continued, still gripping the scepter as the blood slid down, "what happens when lightning hits metal... covered in flammable goo?"

"You’ll kill us both!" Trebol screamed, trying to pry my hand off the sceptor.

"It’s a price I’m willing to pay," I said.

Luffy swooped in, grabbing both Law and me, wrapping us in his arms to get us out of the palace. "Let go!" Trebol screamed as he tried to shake me off.

"Now... Crimson Bolt! I yelled as the red lightning surged through the air, striking Trebol and setting him ablaze. The fiery light ignited everything in its path, including the flammable goo coating him. I released my grip just in time as a massive explosion engulfed the palace in a deafening roar. Luffy wrapped his arms around Law and me, yanking us from the inferno just before it consumed us whole.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Luffy asked, but my consciousness began to fade. Law’s voice blurred as I drifted in and out. "Y/N!" Luffy called once again, still holding me tightly.

Luffy, now seeing Robin approach from the Flower field, calls for her.

“Robin!! Y/N and Law held their own against Mingo!" I heard Luffy's voice as we landed. "Y/N defeated Trebol! But they're both hurt—badly!" he added, urgency clear in his tone.

Barely conscious, I whispered to Luffy, "Captain... he’s all yours now."

Luffy launched us toward Robin, who caught us gently in her Spider Net. "Don’t worry... I’ve got you," Robin said softly, cradling me in her arms. I turned to look at her, a faint smile on my lips despite the blood dripping down. "Ro..bin," I croaked weakly, my voice barely audible.

"Hey, Nico! Don’t butt in!" Doflamingo’s voice rang out. "I’ll teach that princess a lesson!" His words blurred as consciousness slipped further. The last thing I heard was the sound of string bullets and someone stepping in to protect us.

Law POV… 

My mind was racing. Y/N… she had done the impossible. Not only did she shield me from Doflamingo's stomp, but she also managed to defeat one of his top executives. Her words echoed in my head, over and over.

"It's a price I am willing to take."

She had said that just before setting the whole palace ablaze with red electricity. I couldn’t believe it. Even in her condition, she’d risked everything to protect me… to protect all of us. As we landed on Nico Robin’s Spider Net, her back was pressed against my chest, and I could feel her erratic breathing. "She’s spent!" I thought. Robin cradled her head in her arms, and even though Y/N was exhausted and injured, she still managed to smile at Robin.

I turned toward her. “Y/N…” I whispered, barely able to form the words.

A voice echoed from afar. “What happened to Law-san’s arm? And the princess?” someone asked, clearly worried for our condition.

“Nico Robin, I don’t want you butting into our fight! I’ll teach that princess a lesson!” Doflamingo sneered, launching string bullets at us. Luffy leapt to block the attack, but before he could, Cavendish intervened.

"Precious Metal Axe!" Cavendish yelled, blocking the bullets.

“Come on, Strawhat!” he urged.

“Hey, Cabbage! Take everyone and get off the plateau!” Luffy shouted as he engaged Doflamingo one-on-one. “I’m leaving my friends in your hands!”

Cavendish looked stunned. "My goodness… he trusts me… not only trusts... respects... Popularity!" he cried.

Kyros inspected my severed arm. “Leo, do you think you can do something?” asked Kyros to Leo, from the tontatta tribe “Those cuts look ragged. If I can sew him up, that should do it,” he said.

“And then I can heal him with my watering can,” added one of the little people.

“No...” I muttered, my gaze falling on Y/N, still in Robin’s arms but stirring. “Please… help... the princess first.” I tried to point, my strength failing. Leo looked toward her, and Rebecca gave me a faint smile.

“Let’s get to safety first, like Lucy said, and then we can fix you guys up,” Rebecca replied.

Tears welled in my eyes as I begged. "Please... do something."

“Bartolomeo! Make me some stairs, quick!” Cavendish shouted, trying to get Bartolomeo’s attention. "Are you listening to me, nitwit? Nico Robin and the princess need stairs! Just do it already!"

Cavendish picked me up, carrying me while Robin held Y/N. I grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Stop... put me down... leave me here,” I said, my voice trembling. “For the past 13 years, the only thing I’ve lived for is killing Doflamingo.” I clutched Cavendish tighter. "All that's left is to have faith in Strawhat. If he wins, I want to be there to see it. If he doesn’t… then I need to be there and die alongside him."

I tried to pull myself up, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Y/N stirring, her eyes slowly opening. “Robin... I have to help Luffy,” she whispered, still fighting off her injuries.

“What are you saying?!” Robin gasped.

“Please… I have to be there for Luffy...” Y/N’s voice was weak, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N...” I whispered, barely able to move.

I clutched onto Cavendishes arm once more, “I got straw hat into this mess, I have to see it through.” I said, my voice firm despite the pain coursing through me.

“Traffy,” Robin began, her voice steady, “captains of a true pirate alliance are on equal footing. Luffy is here of his own free will. If he didn’t want to fight, he’d refuse.”

“Robin…” Y/N struggled, trying to get Robin to put her down.

Cavendish laid me on the ground, placing my sword and severed arm beside me. “Nico Robin, you go ahead,” he urged.

“Wait...” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “Don’t take Y/N… Leo said he’d help her!” I groaned, my body trembling.

Robin hesitated, torn between us. "I..." she began.

“It’s okay, Robin…” Y/N whispered, her voice strained. “Leo’s going to fix me. I... I promise I’ll make it through,” she said, coughing, her determination still flickering.

“Ms. Robin! Princess! I heard you needed a way down! Barrier Ability!” Bartolomeo shouted.

Cavendish sat down beside me. “I’ll stay here. If you die today… it'll be after me,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Cabbage, if I leave Y/N with you…” Robin’s voice was filled with worry, “promise you’ll take care of her until Leo can help?”

Cavendish nodded firmly. “You have my word.” 

“Robin... thank you,” Y/N whispered, smiling at her as she placed a hand on her cheek, conveying a bond of love and respect. “Please, Y/N, stay safe,” Robin urged, her voice filled with concern. She carefully set Y/N down next to me while Cavendish settled on the other side, ready to protect us.

Cavendish handed Robin his jacket. “I’ll return this the next time I see you.” With a determined look, Robin headed toward the stairs, leaving us.

I turned to Y/N, our faces inches apart. “So close yet so far,” I thought, my heart heavy with dread.

“Law…” Y/N whispered, her voice fragile yet resolute. “I know Luffy can do this…”

“Y/N, you’re reckless!” I whispered-yelled, tears escaping down my cheeks. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this! Going against Doflamingo, Trebol… using up your energy—how can you keep fighting?”

Her gaze was steady, a mix of relief and something deeper that I struggled to understand. 

With a soft smile, Y/N slowly lifted her hand and touched my cheek, her warmth grounding me in the chaos. She didn’t need to say a word; her eyes conveyed everything I needed to hear.

[lonelywhalien22]

trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant. 

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.” 

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?” 

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern. 

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry." 

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

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In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace. 

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-" 

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?" 

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce. 

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

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When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before. 

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again. 

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.” 

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define. 

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment. 

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips. 

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear. 

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

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That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.