#he can also be surprised when he finds out i have at least a decent mezzo voice and know several arias đ
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I won't vote in the mash swamp fmk polls bc I'm not strong enough to sentence anyone to death, but I will marry Hawkeye bc even tho I can't fix him I Can and Will take care of him and make sure he has good food until his dying day, and in return all I'll ask for is the occasional hug and compliment
And in the other one voting against marrying Charles is actively voting against my own interests, I could be so rich can u believe it, and it would also be so funny bc he would Hate marrying someone from lower Appalachia >:)
#objectively yes this is me looking way too far into it and my opinion doesnt matter at all anyways#in another life me and hawkeye pierce are happily married though rip to current universe me#can't even think too hard about that without getting sad lmfao I'm pathetic#anyways bj i love u but literally all the options are off limits bc i respect peg too much#peg and i will be trading recipes though <3#i will share a few drinks with bj tho#trapper.... hell I'll share a few drinks with him too and let him compliment me but thats as far as we're getting#frank- despite his many crimes- I'm like that little kid holding a water gun with tears in his eyes then having lower the water gun and cry#and some defense for charles!!! bc i actually do find him delightful and i think I'd love being married to him#he can also be surprised when he finds out i have at least a decent mezzo voice and know several arias đ#doodle if you see this don't worry about it#i look like an idiot rn but i don't care#to be completely actually honest I'd probably marry a majority of the characters from mash#and if that's not desperation i don't know what is
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TOKYO VICE | part 2
âDo you remember,â Suo begins, voice light, âhow our master always talked about how important it is to engage with each otherâs feelings?â You tense. âNo,â you blurt out, and Suo laughs. âOf course not,â he plays along. âYou were always so terrible at it. But I've been doing a bad job too, lately. Soââhe reaches beneath your dress, hooks your thong with his fingers and starts pulling the fabric down your sticky thighsââI wanted to have an honest conversation with you.â (Or: Tired of your lies and self-deception, Suo takes matters into his own hands and forces the truth out of you.)
12.8k words. suo x fem reader. deeply unserious yakuza au ft. yandere suo. mostly unrepentant smut, comedy, angst. warnings: sex work. nsft tags: afab reader, emotional sex, fingering, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, pussyjob, just the tip, creampie. suo is mean and makes you cry but there's no degradation, he's just a bastard lol. he also manhandles you a lot and you sit in his lap. dividers by @/cafekitsune!
part 1 here
You're surprised at Suoâs indifference to your sex life.
A month has gone by, and heâs made no comment on your habit of sleeping with customers, nor on the hours during which you come homeâwhich are now even later than usual, since you have express permission to sleep with people and have no need to rush back to the penthouse after your âappointmentsâ. And it isn't as if he's ignoring the reality of your late nights either. In a stunning show of respect for your personal freedom, he now actively offers to arrange for someone to pick you up from whichever love hotel you'll end up at. (You always decline, of courseâif you're going to pretend to be his wife, you'd rather pretend to be a faithful one.)
Ironically, you had initially thought that Suoâs approval wouldn't matter either way. You had found the sex with your clients to be so uninspiring that it made you miss celibacy, so you were planning on stopping. But it turned out that you were deeply affected by the experience of sitting in Suoâs lap as he talked about his expectation of deciding whose cocks you should be allowed to take. It did something horrible to your sex drive, and thus you turned to work as your only outlet.
You spent around three weeks desperately trying to find a customer to satisfy your urgesâor at the very least, to fuck you in a way that could get you to stop thinking of Suo whenever you got even a little horny. You were faced with utter failure in this pursuit, and in the end, bleakly resigned yourself to the reality that your shameful attraction to your best friend is incurable. Youâve now given up on the love hotel visits and simply take care of your needs with a vibrator instead. At least this way, you can actually say Suoâs name while you cum, rather than constantly reminding yourself to say your customerâs name instead.
The freedom of letting yourself fantasise about Suo has been exhilarating, but terrible for your friendship. Itâs just difficult to sit across from him at breakfast and act like you haven't touched yourself at the table while he was gone, fantasising about what it would be like if he bent you over it and fucked you dumb. But you are a decent actorâhostessing demands that of youâso you don't think Suo has caught onto your carnal desires for him. Hopefully, he never will.
Another couple of weeks pass like this. Things are so calm that you come to believe that Suo is genuinely fine with you having some degree of sexual freedom, at least at work. This, however, turns out to be nothing short of naĂŻvete.
After all, Suo is never forceful when he's upset with your decisionsâbut he also never fails to redirect them.
One spring evening, you show up at the kyabakura and are told that youâre only to see one customer tonight, and that it will be a private session.
âBut we don't do private sessions here,â you say, blissfully unaware of your imminent suffering, âand we don't even have private rooms at this establishment.â
To this, your mamasan responds that the club is making an exception for this one guest, and that this guest has rented out the rooftop bar just to see you. When you ask just who this person might be, a look of mild panic flashes through her eyes. She grabs you by the shoulders and tells you to be careful. Just keep him happy and go home after, okay? she says. Don't go out for drinks, and definitely don't go to any love hotels. Donât tell him your real name at any cost. You don't want to involve yourself with a man like him.
A sense of dread fills you as you step into the elevator.
A cool breeze greets you when you step onto the rooftop patio. Normally bustling with a raucous crowd, it almost feels eerie in its emptiness. Aside from the glow of the red light district beneath you and the city skyline in the distance, the only light is coming from the candles lighting one of the booths.
Your anxiety intensifies as you approach it.
You aren't very surprised at the sight of Suo lounging on a leather couch, dressed in full criminal regaliaâinfamous eyepatch, tassel earrings, and all. Sakura once mentioned that this club is connected to some colour gang, so you figure that the manager likely recognized Gui Yanzhao on sight. He probably suffered a minor angina when he did. The mamasan herself has no criminal ties to your knowledge, but she was probably informed that one of her girls was to entertain a high-profile yakuza, and she was likely worried that you'd been maimed in the process. Gui Yanzhao has a bit of a reputation for being a sadist, after all.
While you appreciate her concern, it is not Suoâs history of violence that scares you, but his history of antagonising you. On good days, there's nothing that delights him more than seeing you flustered or off-kilter. On bad days, thereâs nothing that consoles him like spiteful retaliation against whomever's managed to piss him offâand you have, without a doubt, managed to piss him off.
You groan as soon as you see him, fearing the worst for your mental health.
âWhat are you doing here,â you say, and Suo smiles.
âOh? You're not happy to see me?â
âNo,â you moan. âHow are you even here right now? Aren't you worried about being assassinated or something? Who did you terrorise to get an entire rooftop bar to yourself?â
âI have a very cordial relationship with all the major organisations on Keisei Street and was promised immunity during my visit tonight,â Suo says neatly. âAnd I didn't terrorise anyone. I simply walked into this fine establishment and politely asked for a private space to enjoy with my preferred hostess.â
Neither of you need to mention that the sight of the tassel earrings alone would be enough to terrorise someone. The manager probably felt like he was being extorted just from being on the receiving end of Suoâs smile. Actually, you currently feel like you're being extorted too.
You spend a good few moments giving him a look of open distress, to which he smiles.
âYou know,â he says, âfor a top-ranking hostess, you're not showing much hospitality right now.â
âOh, for the love ofââ
You force yourself to stop, remembering that you are, in fact, at work. Despite your mixed feelings about your industry, at the end of the day, you pride yourself on your work ethic. You take your job very seriously, and your job right now is to entertain your customerâeven if said customer is your fake yakuza husband who is toying with you as a cat would a mouse.
Resigning yourself to a night of probable humiliation (one of Suo's greatest passions in addition to lying for comedy), you walk over to sit yourself next to him. And just like in Red Dragonâs lounge, Suo overturns the decision by pulling you into his lap. Your eyes go wide as he settles you on top of himâbecause unlike the intimate space of that crime scene, this is expressly forbidden behaviour at your club.
Also, unlike that other night, you are currently wearing the shortest dress imaginable and the tiniest thong you own.
You find yourself shivering as Suo's hand settles on your lower back, which is fully exposed thanks to the cut of your dress. You try not to focus on the calloused press of his fingers against your bare skin, but this is an exceedingly difficult endeavour, as his touch has been featured in your sexual fantasies for the past several weeks. Worse yetâyour dress is now riding up your ass, and your thong isn't doing much to cover you. Whatever material his pants are made ofâlight, delicateâfeels incredibly good against your thighs too.
If this continues, you might cum on the spot.
âWait,â you say, and Suo raises a brow.
âOh?â
âYou aren't supposed to touch the hostesses here.â
He smiles. âI'm sure this place might be able to make an exception for me. But only if you are personally willing to, of course.â
â...â
Making an exception for him, in your current situation, would be among the worst decisions you've ever made. But after two of the most sexually frustrating months of your life, youâre ready to make horrible decisions.
âFine,â you say. âBut you better not cheap out on the drinks. The mamasan will only overlook this if you make it worth our while.â
âOf course,â Suo says. âThough I think sheâd overlook a lot of things for me regardless.â
Suo makes good on his promise and orders a great deal of alcohol. All top shelf, of course. He laughs that his goal is to bring you to the number 1 ranking with his patronage alone tonight. Itâs a hideous display of wealth.
As you pour him an absurdly expensive drink (a Hibiki 30 year-old blended whiskey), you reminisce on how little money you both used to have as teens. He had to be so careful with his wallet whenever he felt like visiting youâor rather, checking in on youâat work. Especially after your master passed. The two of you were very good about staying financially independent, but there was something comforting about your masterâs promise to support you if anything ever happened.
With him gone, you and Suo had only financial paranoia and each other.
You guess that might have affected Suo more than you thought. Perhaps he didn't join the yakuza to spite you, but to support you. Certainly, he seems to enjoy spoiling you right nowâtreating you to drinks that would easily clear a year of his salary as a teen, buying out an entire night of your time at a high end club, renting out a whole floor just so that he can have you to himself. When you point out that his tab must be getting catastrophic, he only laughs.
âI did always say that I wanted to spend money on you,â he recalls. It had been a running joke during your days at the girlsâ bar, when you scolded him for paying 3000„ per hour just to visit you. You hated that he was wasting money on the red light district; he always replied that it wasn't a waste, because it was money spent to see you.
You feel your stomach flutter at the comment. You didn't think he'd remember words from so long ago. As a teenager, you had a tendency of clinging onto small, inconsequential moments with him because they brought you so much joy. Youâve always assumed he would have forgotten them, writing them off as instances of shallow teasingâbut if he remembers, then surely they meant something to him too?
This would all make you feel sentimental if you weren't outrageously horny.
Suo has kept you on his lap the whole evening, even as you pour him drinks. Every movement to serve him has you involuntarily rubbing on his thigh, and you're quite certain at this point that he's been lifting your skirt up inch by inch with every casual touch on your waist. You don't bother accusing him of it, though. He'd just give you an innocent look and say that it was an accident. What a horrible man.
Accident or not though, it doesn't change the fact that your nearly bare cunt is pressed right against him. You keep trying to shift positions to pull down your skirt or lift yourself off him, but each attempt only makes it worseâbrings the soft fabric of his pants right against your pussy, or makes your clit drag against his thigh, with only your thong separating your bodies. You try to suppress your arousal, but to your overwhelming horror, you can't seem to control yourself. You feel yourself getting wet, folds quickly becoming slick as youâre forced to grind on him. Your body, already warm from all the cocktails and shots, grows even hotter as you squirm on his lap.
In a desperate move to regain some control, you fully get up to reach for another drink. But then you feel a pair of hands on your waist, and Suo pulls you back onto his legâthis time forcing you to straddle it. You can't help the whimper that leaves you as your dripping cunt is spread and pressed against him, your clit throbbing against his thigh.
You pray that he doesn't notice the noise, so of course he does.
âHm? Is something wrong?â Suoâs hand drifts over your waist and down to your thigh, where it ghosts over your bare skin. He leans in, and his voice is silky as he speaks into your ear: âYou're moving around a lot. Do you need to get up?â
Heâs giving you an out. It's quite considerate of him, as staying like this would not be a good decision. But for better or worse, you have a tendency to make bad ones.
â...no, I'm fine.â
âGood,â he says. âLet me know if youâre uncomfortable at all. I'm happy to move if you'd like.â
As if demonstrating, Suo shifts the leg you're sitting on, directly rubbing it against your core. You try not to shudder, feeling yourself get even wetter, clenching around nothing.
Trying to ignore how empty you are, you grasp for other topics of conversation, something to distract you. A little scrambled from the alcohol and catastrophically aroused, you of course land on the one that's been making your sex drive unmanageable.
âRemember a month ago,â you say, âhow you talked about choosing who gets to touch me?â
âYes.â His palm is warm against your thigh. He isn't moving it, so there's plausible deniability, but the amused tone of his voice suggests that he knows what he's doing. âDoes that bother you?â
Of course it should bother you. It's a level of control that's appalling even to your anxiously-attached ass. But itâs also making you wetter right now. You try not to cryâfrom misery or sexual frustration, you're not sure.
âWell, yeah. Come on, Suoâeven you should know that's really weird of you.â
âI do,â he says, smiling like he isn't admitting to deranged behaviour. âBut how else am I supposed to know you're safe? Or even aside from being safeâif your needs are being met.â His hand runs up and down your thigh before settling at the hem of your dress. âI wouldn't want you to go unsatisfied. Who knows what kind of people you'd seek out if that happened.â
You actively stop yourself from putting your face in your hands. The gall of him saying this after forcing you into extended celibacy is beyond words, especially as you're being forced to rub up on him, effectively ruining every attempt you've made not to think about him sexually for the past several years. There are many materially consequential reasons for your decision to not fuck Suoâyou should not be soaked through your panties, your thighs sticky with need, as you sit on his lap.
âThat's,â you say lamely, ânot very normal of you.â Trying for a less sensual conversation, you go for the reliable topic Sakuraâs romance radar: âAlso, if satisfaction was your concern, why did you choose Sakura? I love that guy a lot, but he has literally no experience. And I think he'd blue-screen trying to keep a friend with benefits. You know he can't handle a fuckbuddy.â
You are not trying to be mean. What Sakura objectively needs for his first time is someone sweet and emotionally competent and, most importantly, not an absolute freak like you. This is a failure of your character, not his.
You can hear Suoâs smile in his reply: âI don't think you're giving him enough credit.â
âHe has the social skills of a feral cat.â
Suo genuinely laughs. âSure, when he first came to Makochi. But he's much better now. Plus, you have no room to talk. I meanââhis breath sweeps over your earââyou used to be pretty wild yourself. I've just domesticated you is all⊠though you've been misbehaving lately.â
His words do something horrible to you. Trying to distract yourself from the mounting sexual tension, you turn to him to give him a biting retort, but you're abruptly stopped by the look in his eye. Distinctly hungry and unrepentant in its desire, his gaze roams openly and shamelessly along the curves of your body.
You feel like you're being eaten alive.
Plenty of customers have looked at you in such a way when you wear this outfit, but none have had this effect on youâwhich is to say, making you clench immediately.
You try not to cry. You actually will cum on the spot at this rate, and you don't think you could be subtle about it. You're barely keeping it together right now, with how your pussy keeps fluttering and dripping. Coupled with the way that the alcohol is melting the edges of your self-control, you're shocked you haven't at least moaned yet.
In a last ditch effort to save your friendship, as well as your rental (house arrest) situation, you slap a hand over his mouth.
âStop that.â
Suo laughs. He grabs your wrist, lifts your palm away. âWhy?â
Why? Because if you keep talking like that, I'll bend over and start begging you to fuck me! you think. But even in your inebriated, horny state, it feels like a poor idea to admit this aloud. You end up saying, âHostesses aren't paid to flirt like this. Strictly speaking, weâre paid to be conversational partners.â You frown at him. âYou're breaking a lot of club rules right now.â
This reprimand backfires on you, as you are suddenly filled with intrusive thoughts of breaking every single rule in this establishment with Suo, including the ones preventing you from climbing on top of him and riding him raw. You squirm at the thought, wishing you could close your legs rather than making a mess of your underwear (now a lost cause), but Suoâs grip stays firm on your waist.
He, himself, is unbothered by your scolding. âOkay,â he says simply. âThen I won't speak to you as a hostess. I want to speak to you, seriously, as a friend.â
His smile is so disarming, it makes you nervous. But he sounds earnest enough for you to be curious, and anyway, you're desperate for something to distract you from your wet cunt.
âAlright,â you acquiesce, âWhat do you have to say, as a friend?â
âI just have one question.â
âSure. Shoot.â
His hand comes to rest in your thigh again. He leans in, breath so hot against your ear that your heart jumps.
âI can accept that you wanted to see customers just to satisfy your urges. But tell me why you didn't come to me first.â
You freeze up. Look at him, wide-eyed.
âWh-what?â
Suo just smiles. Looks so fucking innocent you wonder if you misheard, but his voice is sharp when he replies: âLet me put it another way. Why have we never slept together?â
For some reason, youâve never thought that he'd ask you this question point blank, even though you've asked it to yourself many times. It takes you several moments to piece together a response, during which Suoâs expression turns distinctly wicked. A sign that he smells blood.
âWhy would you think we would have?â you ask carefully.
âBecause weâve both clearly thought about it. You especially.â
You try to keep a straight face. âNo I haven't. I don't know what you're talking about.â You raise a brow. âHow would you even know?â
âBecause,â he says, hand inching up your thigh, âyouâre so wet that I can feel it.â
You're mortified.
Shame floods your body, first because of the accusation, and then because you know it's true. You were tipsy enough not to think about this, but nowâsobering up from sheer panicâ you're acutely aware of how you've soaked through the fabric beneath you. Something that Suo had certainly known, and chose to encourage.
What a horrible man.
When you don't reply, he tilts his head. âDon't tell me you haven't noticed. Do you want me to show you?â
His hand is moving so slowly, you know he's giving you another out. You could easily get off his lap. You could even slap him and call him a sleazy drunk and grouse at him to go home. You could forgive him in the morning for coming onto you and say he'd obviously made an inebriated mistake, as opposed to a very calculated decision. Your friendship would stay mostly intact. His grip on you might tighten, but that would be fine. You would still get to stay with him.
And that's all you've ever wanted. Just to stay with him.
But you're so wet, so empty, so aching. You want to be touched. You want to be touched by Suo, and only by Suo. You want to be fucked by him, to be owned by him, to be ruined by him. Youâve wanted it so badly and so long that you can't even remember when it startedâonly that you want it to end.
So instead of moving away, you sit there and endure the humiliation of getting your cunt inspected by him.
Suo hums as he opens your legs. You suppress a whimper as a finger moves along your folds, at the noise it makes as it runs through your slick. âLook, youâre so wet,â he murmurs into your ear. He finds your clitâswollen, neglected, and you whimper as he starts to draw slow, lazy circles around it. âPoor thing.â
âItâs only because you had me grinding on you the whole night,â you say through gritted teeth. âIt doesn'tânghâdoesnât mean Iâve been wanting to fuck you.â
You sound pissed enough that you'd convince anyone else, but you know, even without seeing his face, that Suo can tell you're bullshitting.
âYouâre not a good liar,â he remarks. A fine teacher even when humiliating people, Suo can't help but add, âIf you have to tell a lie, at least come up with a believable one.â
âWhat makes it unbelievable?â you reply, words clipped off by a sharp inhale as he starts rubbing your pussy.
âWell,â he starts nonchalantly, as if he isn't toying with your cunt, âafter you were targeted in that succession conflict, I put hidden cameras in the area, and also in our suite.â
Your eyes go wide. Even in your aroused state, the implications are making you panic. âYouâyou what?â
âIt was for security purposes,â he dismisses casually, as if he's not admitting to a serious invasion of privacy. âOnly near the front door and the common areas. I just wanted to catch intruders and any suspicious behaviour from my men. But imagine my surpriseââyou feel his fingers start to press into your cuntââwhen I instead caught you fucking yourself on the couch and moaning my name.â
Youâre mortified. Humiliated. Mind racing with every instance you were horny and stupid enough to touch yourself in a common space. You think about yelling at him about the cameras, but then you feel two fingers sinking into you, and now you aren't thinking about much at all.
Your mind goes blank as you're stretched open by him. Your cunt is so wet, so empty, but the feeling still makes you whine. Your brow furrows, and you give him a pleading look. Slowly, please.
âDon't worry,â he says in a soothing tone, âI know you can handle this. I've seen you take much bigger. Thoughââhe shifts, pulls you so you're in between his legs, and now you can feel the length of him against you, hard and aching and huge, what the fuckââmaybe not big enough.â
You tighten around his fingers as he grinds against you. You want him inside you so badly, it hurts. Suo laughs when he feels your desperation, and he sounds so amused that you can't help but feel ashamed. But even more than shame, you feel aroused. You take the rest of his fingers easily, down to the knuckle.
âWhat the fuck, Suo,â you eventually manage through your panting, though not with much bite. âYou weren'tâahhâmeant to see any of that.â
âSorry,â he says, sounding deeply unapologetic. âIf it makes you feel any better, I didn't watch much, and I deleted all of it. I didn't need to see that to know you have feelings for me.â
You tense. âWhat feelings?â you ask, and Suo stops. He pulls his fingers out of youâyou breathe sharply at the lossâand manhandles you until you're straddling his lap. Forces you to look at him, into his one eye. It's knife-sharp, brutal, but familiar. You don't struggle, nor do you feel uneasy.
But you do feel like prey.
âDo you remember,â he begins, voice light, âhow our master always talked about how important it is to engage with each otherâs feelings?â
Fuck.
âNo,â you blurt out, and Suo laughs.
âOf course not,â he plays along. âYou were always so terrible at it. But I've been doing a bad job too, lately. Soââhe reaches beneath your dress, hooks your thong with his fingersââI wanted to have an honest conversation with you.â
He smiles at you. Actually looks kind and even sounds earnest. What a fucking sociopath. You allow him to slide your underwear down your legs, kicking them off. Now your pussy is completely bare to him, and you can hear the way his breath stops as he touches it again. Three of his fingers push in this time, and you pant openly at the stretch, leaning against him as your body trembles from the stretch. He flexes his fingers experimentally, watching your reactionsâyour whimpers, your sighs, the way your eyelashes flutter when he brushes that one spot inside you.
âIâve always had feelings for you,â he starts, using that nonchalant, delicate toneâthe specific one that suggests danger, âand I know youâre too smart to have missed that. Iâd be fine with it if you didn't return them, but you do.â
âI don't,â you protest, and then his fingers curl and press into your g-spot. You're cut off immediately, gasping at the sudden wave of heat in your belly.
A hand comes up to your chin. He forces you to look at him. âI said I wanted to have an honest conversation, remember.â
âIâI am being honest, Iââ Your voice breaks as he starts pumping his fingers. It's slow, gentle, but precise. Tension builds in you at an alarming rate, your thighs getting as slick and messy as his hand. You bury your face into the crook of his shoulder, breathe in his cologne and gasp into his skin, and your mind goes hazy from the euphoria of his touch. Sure, you've hugged Suo before, been held by him before, and god knows you've been touched like this by a ton of other people beforeâbut it feels different now. It feels different when it's Suo who's touching you, different when youâre this close to him while he's drawing all this pleasure out of you. When one hand feels so good inside you and the other one is holding you so intimately.
âSuo,â you whimper, overwhelmed by hot tension in your belly, âI-Iâm close, Iâm close, oh fuckâ
He stops.
Before you can comprehend what's happening, heâs withdrawing his fingers, and all the heat in you is melting away. Your orgasm lost, you come down from your highânerves frayed, emotions taut.
âSuo,â you say, âwhat the fuck?â
He gives you a smile. It almost looks nice. âI'm not letting you cum until you tell me the truth.â
Youâre going to cry.
You're so wet, so empty, so desperate, and now you feel oddly afraid. You don't like the way he's staring you down. You don't like this line of questioning, this bullshit of engaging with other people's feelings. Youâve never liked it. But you needâneedâhim to fuck you. You need his fingers inside you and you need to cry into his neck while you finish.
You say, very quietly, âPlease, Suo.â
âPlease, what?â
It's funny. You've performed begging and crying and submission for countless clients, sometimes during annoyingly rough sessions. You've done it for years. But nothing has ever felt so humiliating as this moment, when you ask your best friend, in the smallest voice possible, âPlease touch me.â
âNo. Not until you start being honest with me.â
Suo's mouth curls at the devastated look you give him. You hardly even notice that he's adjusting you, having you straddle his thigh againâthis time, facing him. You don't register it until your cunt is pressed into the wet spot you left earlier and he's saying, âYou can move if you'd like. But I'm not touching you.â
âYouâre fucking horrible,â you say with all your heart, but your pussy is throbbing and you're desperate for release. So you finally do what you were desperately trying to stop yourself from doing the whole nightâyou start grinding on him. Like a fucking animal in heat. It's embarrassing, especially because his leg feels so good against you. The friction on your pussy makes you pant, your eyes squeezing shut as your clit finally gets some pressure. It makes up for the way heâs looking at you, which is sly, handsome, and rage-inducing all at once.
âYou really do need to be touched,â he remarks softly. âYou said your customers satisfied you. Was that true? Did they properly fuck you?â
âN-no,â you gasp. Your mind feels so cottony now that you're getting some relief. You can barely think, and definitely not enough to lie. âIt wasâit wasâfuck, I never came.â
He hums, satisfied. âThereâsee? Telling the truth isn't so hard. You can do it again.â
He sounds so condescending. You would ordinarily hate it, but for some reason, it's going straight to your pussy right now, making you drip so much you know you've ruined his pants. Youâre getting close, too, just by rubbing yourself on his leg. It doesn't feel quite as good as when his fingers were in you, but itâs something. And itâs making it hard to focus on what he's saying.
âItâs fine if you can't be honest about your feelings,â Suo continues. âLet's assume you're telling the truth, and all you want to do is fuck me. Why haven't you?â
You try to answer him, but you can't. You're too focused on the roll of your hips against his leg. There's too much tension, too much heat. You melt against him again, breathing heavily into his shoulder as you tighten around nothing. His hands come to your waist, as if grounding you, and somehow this makes everything feel even better. You start panting, babbling, I'm close, I'm getting close, Suo, Suoâ
His grip tightens, and he stops you in place. You cry in frustrationâno tears, but the noise you make is broken.
âAnswer my question,â he says. You feel a hand glide along your bare skin, stopping at your inner thigh. âAnswer me and I'll touch you.â
âOkay,â you say, as desperate as you are distressed. âOkay, I'll do anything. Anything.â
âGood.â He sounds so pleased.
You put your arms around his neck, for no reason other than you want to. Lifting your hips, you part your legs for him, and you feel so relieved at just the touch of his hand that you sighâeven though all he's doing is running a finger along your slick folds.
You shudder as his fingers play with your sex. Lean your head on his shoulder as he starts to move. Youâre so desperate that you start grinding against his hand, whining for him.
âWell, then,â he murmurs. âTell me why you didn't come to me. This is all you wanted, isn't it?â He rolls your clit between two fingers, making you squirm. âJust to get off, right? I could have done that. You'd have enjoyed it more.â
âItââyour eyelids flutter shutââit would have been too complicated. Y-youâre my boss, and I pay rent to y-you, and weâve been friends for so long, I didn't want to make it weirdââ
Suo delivers a sharp slap to your pussy.
The contact is so sudden that you yelp. It only stings a little, but it makes your clit ache. The noise it makes is so wet, so filthy, telling of your desperation. And to your shameâeven though you have never once in your life enjoyed being handled roughly by your customersâyour cunt starts leaking in response.
You whimper, about to burst from frustration. You need to be touched so bad. You need to be touched by him so bad, and you need to cum on his cock or else you'll lose your fucking mind.
âSuo,â you complain, or beg, and you don't even realise that you're tearing up until he swipes his thumb under your eye.
âTry again,â he says gently, but not kindly. âThe truth this time, and then I'll make you cum. Why didn't you come to me first? These past few months, or any other time?â
You don't answer him. âSuo, pleaseââ And he moves back so that you're no longer leaning against him. Your lip trembles at the loss of the warmth, which somehow feels worse than the loss of your orgasm. An actual tear rolls down your cheek, and he doesn't wipe this one away.
âAnswer me,â he says firmly. Instead of replying, you try to reach for himâwanting to be pressed against his body again, wanting him to draw pleasure out of yours againâbut he stills you with his hands.
You feel devastated.
Out of horny, emotional desperation, and an all-consuming need to be fucked, you admit, âI was just scared!â
This is the worst mistake you've ever made.
The minute the words dislodge from your throat, you feel yourself choke up. You don't know why. All you know is that you suddenly can't hold back your tears from your sexual frustration, which for some reason is starting to feel distinctly like a non-sexual kind of angst, which is also strangely painful for your chest.
Because now that you've said it out loud, you can't ignore it.
You want to hide. You want to crawl out of his lap and run out of the establishment. Surely, the mamasan will forgive you for leaving a shift with such a frightening and horrible man, who is currently trying to extort your feelings out of you. But Suoâs grip is solid and unforgiving on you, and all you can do is squirm.
âScared of what?â Suo asks. His voice has gone soft. Actually softânot in a way that suggests danger, but a way that suggests you're loved. It makes you tremble.
His arms circle you, and one rubs at your back. It makes you relax very slightly. Or at the very least, it makes you stop wanting to bolt.
âWhat were you scared of?â he prompts again.
A feeling of defeat washes over you. Suo will figure you out sooner or later. He always does. So you tell him, very quietly, âI was scared thatâthat you'd leave me.â
You realise that you just stuttered. You stuttered because you're crying. You're actually, genuinely crying. Not from sexual frustration, but because you're just frustrated in general. And miserable. You've been chronically miserable for most of your life, and that misery has had nowhere to go until now.
You press your face into Suoâs shoulder, and he lets you. You breathe deeply in an attempt to stop crying, his cologne washing over you. It's nice, but what feels most comforting is just the scent of him. You're used to it from the days before he'd ever thought about using a fragrance, let alone a fragrance that would bankrupt the average person. It's calming, even when overlayed with ambergris and vanilla. Familiar.
Your breathing evens out a littleâbut only a little.
âWhy would I leave you?â His voice is so kind, patient. More tears bead on your lashes.
âBecause you might not want me anymore.â You sound so fragile. Shit, you are fragile. You can't stop the splintering feeling in you, the same one that ate at you two months ago when you thought he was going to leave you. âYou could get tired of me or resent me or get bored with me. You couldâyou could want to throw me away, for no reason. Orââ You breathe in sharply, clinging to him harder.
âOr?â
âOr you could dieâyou joined the yakuza, so you could die. Why did you do that?â An actual sob leaves you. His shirt is getting wet. You ruined so many of his silk changshan like this in the past, when your boyfriend cheated on you and when your parents kicked you out and when you slept with your fifth customer.
And when your master died.
âI'm still so fucking mad at you for it,â you bite out around your tears. âIf you got fucking killedâoh my god, I can't even think about it. I can'tâI couldn't take it ifâif I kissed you, and we had sex, and then I didn't have you anymore.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâre the only thing I have.â You squeeze your eyes shut, a terrible realisation hitting you. âAndâŠâ
âAnd?â
âAnd,â you say, voice breaking, âI think because I love you?â
You know it as soon as you voice it. You do love him. Not just platonically, but in the way where you want to hold his hand and kiss him and marry him. In the way a miserable nineteen year old girl is so in love with her miserable best friend that she refuses to leave him despite how terrifying heâs becoming. You loved him in this way before you realised you wanted to have sex with him, and even after that, you loved him so much that it didn't matter that he wasn't having sex with you.
You love him so much it disgusts you.
You want to hide, but Suo forces you to look at him. He brushes away your tears, cups your face. The Pavlovian response takes over: your heart rate slows, and you calm down.
âThere,â he says gently. âThat wasn't so bad, was it?â
Heâs wrong. You bet he knows he's wrong. That was objectively one of the worst experiences of your life. You feel wrung out, tenderised. You never thought you'd say any of that. You're not sure you knew most of that.
But in Suoâs arms, plied open with his words and his hands, you actually find yourself shaking your head. You lean into the touch of his palm.
âI love you,â he continues, his tone so authoritative and calm that it leaves no room for doubt, âprobably to the point that it should scare you. Do you understand that?â
âYes,â you say quietly.
âAnd we won't be separated. I won't allow anything to take you away from me. Do you understand that too?â
You make a noise, halfway between a relieved sigh and another sob. This declaration should not be a surprise from a man whoâs effectively locked you up in his house. Stillâyour heart feels so light when you hear someone say, for the first time in your life, that theyâll stay with you no matter what. It's like Suo has just unearthed a weight that you didn't know you'd been carrying.
âIâll try,â you reply, voice small.
âGood.â He strokes your cheek. âDo you want to keep going?â
Itâs absurd. You just cried and confessed something terrifying. With anyone else, this would be an experience so horrifying that you'd leave right now and never come back. Your sexual desire should not just be gone, but permanently erased. At the very least, you shouldn't feel the slightest bit horny.
But somehow, being gutted by Suo hasn't left you feeling bad. It's left you feeling lighter. Kind of like you've been purged. You feel exhausted, but in a malleable way. Dazed and relieved to be in his lap. Your thighs are still embarrassingly sticky, heart still embarrassingly wobbly, and you just heard him say that he loves you.
Now you want to hear him say it while he's cumming inside you.
âYeah,â you admit immediately, pathetically. You sniffle.
âYou're sure?â Another stroke. âI want to hear you say it clearly. What do you want to do?â
Your dignity is gone. âI want you to fuck me.â
He smiles. A fond hum leaves him. âGood girl,â he murmurs, and you feel a flutter in your belly. âI'll take care of you now.â
He kisses you this time, before he touches you. On the neck, on your jaw. You bare your nape to him, shivering at the feeling of his lips on your jugular, at his nipping teeth on your skin. You realise he's leaving marks, and with each one, you shudder. It feels so intimate. You're on a rooftop bar, in a skanky hostessing dress, crying and strung outâbut this is the closest thing you've ever gotten to one of your fantasies about him. Not the nasty ones that you think about when you're home by yourself, but the ones you think of when you're in bed with various salarymen. The ones where you get to lie with him in bed and press your lips to his.
âSuo,â you start.
âHayato,â he corrects you. âYou're my fiancĂ©e now, remember? We should be on a first name basis.â
Your stomach flips. âHayato,â you try again, breathless. âPlease.â
He takes a moment to reply, busy sucking another mark into your skin. âPlease, what?â
You hesitate. Suo pulls back, looking at you. You whine, feeling shy all of a sudden. You flirt for a living and yet you feel embarrassed about your request. It's humiliating.
âPlease, what?â he repeats. His mouth is curled in a smile, and you can't tell whether it's endeared or entertained. âPlease let you cum? Please fuck you?â
âPlease kiss me,â you say, in a small voice.
Suo pauses.
âWhat?â
âPlease kiss me,â you beg. Close to tears again, for some reason you don't know. You think it surprises him as much as it does you.
It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, he gives you a look thatâs fucking ravenous.
His thumbs away the wetness from your eyes. âYou're so cute sometimes. Did you know that?â
You flush. Plenty of customers have called you cute, but none have had you feeling so indignant nor shy.
âIâm not,â you reply, âand stop that.â
âBut it's true. And I want you to know it.â
Suo presses his mouth to yours before you can respond. You're so eager for him that you part your lips immediately. Your instinct is to make your first kiss with him messy and desperate, but heâs in full control, and heâs taking his time. His tongue is careful and precise. Full of intention. His lips are slow, languid, and lazy, like he's savouring the taste of you. A hand plays with the strap of your dress. You feel him slide it off your shoulderâthe other one quickly followsâbut youâre so absorbed in his kiss, you hardly pay attention.
You're vaguely aware of the breeze against your bare chest. One of his hands moving up, feeling out your curves. He hums into your mouth when his fingers ghost over your nipples, and they harden under his touch.
âSuo,â you whine as he teases them, and he pinches one of them, watching as you squirm.
âHayato,â he corrects you promptly, and you give him a worn, teary look.
âHayato.â
âYes?â
âI need more,â you say quietly.
He smiles, clearly enjoying your desperation. âBe patient,â he teases you. âIâm getting there.â
He kisses a line along your jaw, down your neck. Traces your collarbone with the path of his mouth, works his way down to your breasts. At the same time you feel the heat of his tongue on your nipple, his hand reaches between your legs. You're so wet already that he doesn't need to work you open againâjust sinks his fingers inside you until you're sighing for him.
You discover that when he's not antagonising you, Suo is frighteningly efficient with pleasuring you. He learns quickly how you like your tits played with, and how to fuck you so well with his fingers until you're gushing around them and keening. He said he'd take care of you, but you think he's mostly forcing all this pleasure from your body for his own enjoyment. There's no other explanation for how he keeps bringing you to the edge and pulling you back, swallowing each of your whines and complaints with his mouth. The only time he isn't kissing you is when you're beggingâand you don't miss the way his breathing deepens every time you do.
But no matter how much you beg, he isnât letting you cum.
âLook at the mess you're making,â he murmurs as he plays with your cunt. You're sitting between his legs again, your back against his chest. You can feel the length of his cock against your ass, and you hear how his breath hitches every time you squirm against it. Except for that one tell, he sounds completely unaffected by what he's doingâforced you to open your legs wide for him, spread your glistening folds to tease you. The leather beneath your ass is wet, ruined by your need.
âHayato,â you whine.
âJust a little longer,â he promises, âand then I'll let you cum.â
Your mind is so fogged with pleasure at this point that you can't focus on anything other than Suoâs touch. Youâve actually forgotten where you areânot a truly private space, but part of a club. The girls would normally only come up if you put in an order, but you haven't for a while now.
Long enough for someone to check on you without warning.
You tense as soon as you hear the door open. You recognize the serverâshe knows you well, by face, stage name, and real name. Your eyes go wide as she calls for you. You try to sit up, close your legs, but Suo grabs one of your thighs and forces it open.
âSuo, waitââ
You whimper, incapable of words when his fingers push into you again. He starts fucking you with them, and in earnest this timeâcurling his fingers until they're pushing into your g-spot, doing it over and over and over. Your eyes roll back and you stop struggling, and Suo takes the opportunity to touch you with his other hand too, playing with your clit. A strangled moan leaves you as the heat in your gut ratchets up. Pleasure swells in your belly; you feel like you're going to burst.
âSuo,â you cry, tears pricking your eyes, âwait, wait, my coworkerâwait, I thinkâI think I'm gonnaââ
âGo ahead,â he says into your ear, voice silky, and he pushes against your sweet spot in a way that gives you no choice but to obey him.
You cum so hard that you squirt all over the seat. Your whole body is wracked with intense pleasureâhips bucking violently, legs twitching, crying so loudly and shamelessly that your coworker naturally hears. She catches you spread wide open in Suoâs lap, his fingers deep in your messy, swollen cunt as you drench them.
Her tray clatters to the floor.
Fighting the mindless haze that your body is in, you glance at the other girl, whose hand is over her mouth. She looks appalled. Sheâs going to yell at you. But then you then watch, in real time, as her eyes travel to your customerâs face and she realises who he is. If she was red when she saw the two of you, she's now a pale white.
âDid you come to check on us?â Suo asks. He sounds amused. She flinches at his voice, and actually takes a step backward. âWeâre fine for now. Weâll order something in a bit, and call you up here as usual.â
âO-okay,â she says, voice high and tense. âIâIâll leave you two, then. Pleaseâplease enjoy yourself, sir. We'll be available in case you require any other services.â And she walks away briskly, almost in a run. She doesn't even bother to stop the expressly forbidden act that you're engaged in.
Once sheâs gone, Suo allows you some dignity. He pulls his fingers out of you, lets you catch your breath.
âOops,â he says. âItâs too bad they caught us. I suppose they won't want to keep you on as an employee, since you broke such an important rule.â
You stare at him, wide-eyed. Your emotional and sexual pliability quickly dissipates, replaced by disbelief.
âYouâyou did that on purpose,â you say between pants, too fucked out to be truly angry, but still appalled.
Suo raises a brow, gives you an innocent look. âDid I? I was just making you cum, like you've been begging all night. It was just unfortunate timing.â He then smiles, which makes him look incredibly kind despite the apparent sadism of his person. âBut it's fine. They're going to fire you for this, but you know my club will always take you back.â
You close your eyes and groan. âYouâre horrible.â
âI am, aren't I?â Suo puts his arms around you, kisses you on the shoulder, his voice getting low. âBut this is a better arrangement, don't you think? You won't need to see customers this way. Every time you need relief, you can come upstairs and I'll give you my cock instead.â He grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is, and you whimper. He laughs, probably entertained at how desperate you sound. âOr maybe I'll just make you take it whenever I feel like it. I think at the end of every shift makes sense, doesn't it? Since that's how often you've been touching yourself on the couch.â
âS-suo.â
âItâs Hayato now, remember. What is it, dear?â
He sounds so smug, mocking you. You should be furious. But in your fucked out state, all you can focus on is the idea of being forced to take Suo's cock every night. Despite already being ruined, your pussy starts throbbing again. You squirm and press your thighs together, trying to get it to stopâyouâre so fucking tiredâand you bleakly realise that you can't control your bodyâs reactions around him. You're getting wet again. It makes you want to cry.
âHayato,â you whimper, on the verge of tears.
âAh, you addressed me properly. Good.â Heâs so satisfied. âWhat is it?â
âIâŠâ
âYou?â
âIââyour voice is so small and embarrassed, you can hardly believe itââI want you to fuck me.â
He feigns shock, as if he wasn't actively provoking this. âReally? But you just came.â A hand prods between your legs. You obediently spread them for him, and he checks your pussy with two of his fingers. You moan a little at the intrusion, but there's no resistance at all.
Your cunt, still dripping, tightens around him, and he laughs softly.
âYou really do need a cock in you. Who knew you had such a needy pussy.â He curls his fingers. Probably feeling the way it makes you gush, delighting in the gasp it draws out of you. âNo wonder you have to use that toy every day.â
You're about to die of embarrassment. âHayato. Please just fuck me.â
Suo turns you so that you can look at him. Heâs wearing a kind, benevolent face when he says, âNo.â
â...what?â
âI'm not going to give you my cock.â He hums, contemplative. âNot for a while, I think.â
âB-but,â you say, genuinely upset, âbut you were just talking about doing that at work.â
âSureâafter we get married. It's only proper, donât you think?â
âWhat?â Your eyes are wide in disbelief. âYouâyou just made me cum with your fingers. In a public space.â
âYes. But that's different from letting you have my cock. It wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to do that before weâre wedded.â He can't keep the amusement out of his voice as he bullies you. âI'm sure you can wait until the summer, right? Since that's the season you chose for us. August, I think you told Nirei.â
âHayatoââ
âActually,â he muses, easily sliding a third finger into you, making your voice clip off in a whimper, âI think you shouldnât be allowed to have anything in you until then. Except for my fingers and tongue, of course. But no toys, and no other men either. That definitely wouldn't be proper.â
âI'm going to,â you say spitefullyâand tearfully. âIf you don't fuck me right now, I will sleep with other people.â
âI don't think you want to find out the consequences if you do.â
âHow would you evenânghâknow?â
âGood question.â He starts pumping his fingers, and to your horror, your cunt needily swallows them with each motion, your body as desperate as he's been saying. âI guess I'll need to check your pussy every night. See if it's been stretched out by someone elseâs cock. Maybe upstairs in the lounge at the end of each night, so I'll know that you haven't fucked a customer during a shift. Clearly, it's not impossible that you would.â
You try not to sob. Not only are his words utterly humiliating, they're making you wetter. After fucking so many people in so many ways, you didn't know it was possible for you to feel this much shame during sexâbut then again, shaming people is one of Suoâs specialties.
You give him the teariest look possible, because by now you've figured out that he likes seeing you cry. Sadistic motherfucker. You're happy to use it to your advantage though.
He gets that hungry look in his eye again. âPlease, Hayato,â you beg, voice trembling with need, âI want more. I thought I was your beautiful wife already.â You grind your ass against his cock, and he inhales sharply. âDon't you wanna cum in your wifeâs pussy?â
Suo stops, deeply affectedâjust as you guessed he'd be. After making you his fake wife in both his criminal life and his civilian one, it's painfully obvious that the man is obsessed with marrying you. You'd make fun of him if you weren't so horny. Or humbled.
He only allows himself speechlessness for a second. He hums soon after, delicately wiping the tears out of your eyes. âYou've been good enough that I guess I can reward you. I won't fuck you, butââhe shifts away, and you can hear his pants unzippingââIâm sure you'll enjoy yourself anyway.â
Suo wasn't lying earlier. His cock is bigger than any toy you've ever used. It's pretty, too. Curved and long and flushed at the head. Glistening with prespend, which has pearled up at the tip. You think you might be salivating. For a minute, you contemplate asking if you can feel it in your throat, but then Suoâs lying down and moving you on top of him. When his cock nudges at your folds, you canât help your excitement. You squirm, trying to sink onto his length.
His grip tightens on your waist, stopping you.
Youâre about to whine at him about this, but he doesn't give you the chance. âIf you try to ride me,â he says, in a voice so cold that you know he's not joking, âI'm not touching you until weâre married, and I'm not letting you touch yourself either.â
â...â
With anyone else you'd call bullshit, but you know that Suo is both crazy and petty enough to actually achieve this.
âOkay.â You sound and feel mollified. âI'll behave.â
He smiles. âGood,â he says cheerfully. âJust stay like that, then. Iâll take care of you.â
You listen to him, mostly because you're incredibly excited about getting pussy inspections and you'll be devastated if it doesn't happen. And you don't expect it to be a big deal, anyway. While your sex drive has been a constant source of grief for you throughout your life, you don't really have problems controlling any specific impulses in bed when you truly need to. Youâre used to giving your customers whatever they want and, if you're lucky, getting off from it. You figure this will be the same.
You find out very quickly that it isn't.
You need to stay still. You canât sink down on him. Two easy orders that are extraordinarily difficult when Suo is the one beneath you. You have to actively stop your hips from moving when you feel the silky head of his cock press into your folds, which are still dripping with your slick. Suoâs breath hitches when he runs the tip along your opening, drawing wet noises every time his cock head catches on your needy hole, smearing his precum all over it. All you want is to push back on him and let your pussy swallow his cock. Youâre aching for it, and you know he is too. If you sank down on him now, he'd lose control and fuck you raw until he was cumming inside you. And then he'd probably keep going after that, not letting you move until you were stuffed full and dripping with his spend. Both of you know it.
But you don't do that. You're good for him. You sigh, just trying to enjoy the feeling of his length rubbing against you. How he's twitching and throbbing against you, how he wants as equally much to be inside youâbut pulls back every time. Your mind goes a little fuzzy with the drawn out, low hum of pleasure, and you close your eyes.
Then he starts pushing into you.
âH-Hayato?â You whimper at the intrusion, at being made to take something so thick without warning. âI thought you weren't gonnaââ
âI'm not,â he says. His breathing is heavier, his words strained, but his voice is still commanding when he says, âDonât move.â
Suo doesn't give you the whole thing, just the tip. It is much harder to control yourself like thisâwhen you can feel yourself getting stretched by the head of his cock, already so fat and heavy, but you don't get filled up by it. It makes you aware of how empty you are, and how wet you're getting. You bury your face into his neck and make a noise that's both tearful and pathetic.
It's not acting when you whine, in a watery, miserable way, âPlease, Hayato. I need your cum in me.â
It's probably the crying that gets him. He inhales sharply, thrusting maybe a little deeper than intended. You groan at the extra inch of cock, eyes rolling back, and can't help the way your pussy tightens and drips, trying to suck him in.
âFuck,â he says, and then he pulls out.
He lays you flat on your back. Before you can get so much as a word out, he's between your legs and pressing his cock against your entrance. For possibly the happiest moment of your life, you think Suo is going to fuck youïżœïżœbut instead he starts pushing the slick head of his cock right against your neglected clit.
You aren't going to complain.
You whimper as he starts rubbing against your sex, leaving his prespend all over your swollen bud. It makes you squirm, grinding yourself against it, and you press your legs together to get some more pressure for the both of you. Soon his cock is sliding between your thighs, getting them all sticky with his prespend. You can feel the length of him hot and slick against your folds, heavy and throbbing.
You've never cum like this before. It was never enough stimulation when your customers made you do this, which nearly all of them have. But the pressure on your clit and on your folds is shockingly intense as the two of you move, enough to make you whimper as a familiar tension builds. It's not as overwhelming as when his fingers were inside you, but it's enough for you to start panting at the tension in your belly. You can hear Suoâs breath picking up as you start to whine, and he watches you, almost predatorial, as another orgasm crashes over you. You moan his name as you cum, squeezing a few more tears out of your eyes.
He stares at your flustered, wet face as he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance again, fisting himself as it flutters and drips in the aftershock of your orgasm. Suoâs been hard for so long, for the whole time he's teased and bullied youâyou aren't surprised at how close he already is. Especially not when you start talking about how much you need his cum in you, how empty your pussy feels without it, how badly you want your husband to fill you up. All with your mascara smeared and your lip trembling, a sight that makes him throb.
Suo groans as he finally cums. You can feel his cock twitching, warmth spurting out onto your folds, and then into your pussy as he thrusts shallowly into you. You pull him down needily as he fills you, and he indulges you with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
When he pulls out, you can feel his cum drip out of you, all the way down to the couch. You make a happy noise at the mess he's made of your hole, giving him a lovestruck, dreamy expression.
âYou should do that every night after you're done checking my pussy,â you sigh.
Suoâs mouth curls, and breathes out a kind of laugh. He holds your face, and one of his tassels brush against the shell of your ear as he presses his forehead to yours. âIâll do it if you're good for me.â
âIâll be on my best behaviour until our wedding night,â you promise, voice affectionate.
Suo gives you a fond look. His expression is so sentimental. You think heâs going to say something sweet.
âAlright,â he replies. âThen be good for me and keep the rest of that inside you, okay? Letâs not make a mess of these floors. I don't want to get blacklisted from this club.â
You open and close your mouth, completely speechless.
âYou're fucking horrible,â you say with all your heart, and he laughs and kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you. He doesn't stop until you're placated and horny again.
Suo takes his sweet time pushing his cum into you as deeply as possible, saying that it's to make sure you don't lose any of it, but really so he can draw another orgasm out of you. Knowing that the mamasan might take pity on you and think that you were coerced into degrading sexual acts by a terrifying yakuza client, he makes sure to order a drink beforehand, calling up a server. (I don't want to be a bad patron, he hums as he looks at the tablet, and I said I'd get you to the number 1 ranking, right?) It subsequently looks, sounds, and is completely consensual when you're found pulling at Suoâs hair, keening as he fingers his cum into you while sucking on your clit.
This leaves you with no hope of continued employment on all of Keisei Street.
To add insult to injury, you do make a mess of the floors, despite Suoâs conscientious efforts to avoid thisâthough it's not as bad as the one you left on the couch. You also can't find your thong anywhere, which you guess is something else that the mamasan wonât appreciate when she finds it. Still, for the rest of the night, everyone shows Suo nothing but the utmost respect and highest quality customer service. They even ask how he found your company and if he has any feedback for you. He praises your conversational skills, karaoke abilities, and how capable you were in catering to his many needs. He also lets them know that you'll be resigning.
Hanzo and Shuuhei are waiting to pick you up, bringing the Rolls Royce with the privacy suite. This time, Suo doesn't use it to interrogate you; he instead uses it to kiss you and tease you and discuss wedding plans. If it'll be indoors or outdoors. If you'll have a big reception or a small one. If it'll be a traditional wedding, or if youâll want a Chinese one like the one your master would have maybe liked to see. You settle on having a Shinto ceremony and a Chinese-style reception. Having been raised Chinese, whenever Suo imagined marrying during his teenage years, you were always in a red qipao. His master even once told him that if he managed to win your heart, he'd organise a tea ceremony and act in the role of Suoâs father.
After disclosing these facts (the first of which makes your heart weak, and the second of which leaves it aching), he asks about any long-standing things you've always wanted to do with him as a couple. If you had any silly or indulgent daydreams about your future with him, and what they were like.
âI don't know,â you admit. âI guess after you applied to teacherâs college, I liked the idea of marrying you, and doing all the domestic things you talked about. Though you were just joking at the time.â
You don't really expect him to remember much about this particular line of teasing. Sure, the man is currently obsessed with marrying you, and maybe he daydreamed about it a little bit when he was youngerâbut he mostly treated the idea as a funny joke when he was a teenager. All of the teasing has probably blurred together for him over the years. Certainly, it has for you.
But you've never been able to forget this particular memory. Itâs one of those small, inconsequential moments that you find yourself incapable of letting go to this day. You loved hearing him talk about getting married, even though it hurt immensely that it was probably just teasing. You loved it because you wanted it. You wanted Suo to teach people because you knew he was good at it and it would make him genuinely happy. You wanted to stop working in the red light district and make a nice and safe home for Suo, just as he'd made a nice and safe home for you. And you wanted to marry him and kiss him and have sex with him and only him for the rest of your life.
You wanted it so badly, it still makes you heart ache to think about it.
He was definitely just teasing you, though. Suo was a sane person at the time, and sane people do not actually plan a marriage and life with someone before dating them or even fucking them. Most importantly, a sane person wouldn't hold onto such a silly joke for so long. Oh, you expect him to say, laughing. You're right, I had nearly forgotten.
But all he does is give you a smile. It's one of his strange, enigmatic ones.
âNo, I was quite serious about it,â Suo says, looking right at you.
You stare at him.
âReally?â
âReally.â
He's being so straightforward, so earnest. Your typical reaction would be to feel flustered, sentimentalâbut something about his expression and tone bothers you. But before you can suss out what it is, he continues, and the moment passes.
âWas there anything else you ever wanted to do?â he asks smoothly.
You're startled, off-guard. âOh, um⊠not really. I never let myself think too much about it.â
âCome on,â he prods. âThere must be something.â
âNo, I really didn't think of any ideas on my own. AlthoughâŠâ
Your face gets hot as you trail off. Suo senses weakness, and goes in for the kill.
âAlthough?â
âIt's too embarrassing,â you admit, looking away, and Suo looks a little too interested as he pesters you for an answer.
âCome on, it's fine.â His mouth curls in a way that tells you it's not fine. âI promise I won't judge you. I just want to know what I can do to make you happy as your husband.â
You give him an uncertain look, and say your only concrete fantasy about him so quickly and quietly that he misses it.
âPardon?â he asks.
â...romantic, vanilla sex.â
Suo blinks. âWhat?â
Your face burns with humiliation.
âI used to think about having romantic, vanilla sex with you. When I was a teenager. A lot.â Said as if you weren't just thinking about it two months ago in a love hotel, and still don't want it now. You wouldn't even bring it up if you didn't think it was necessary. But unfortunately, you're professionally skilled at perceiving peopleâs sexual interests, and you've perceived that Suo is sexually a freak. He was definitely going easy on you tonight, and is probably actively planning to get worse. You'll never have normal sex with him unless you explicitly state a desire for it.
Suo gives you a surprised look. âThat's⊠a very mundane fantasy.â
âIt wouldn't have been mundane to me,â you reply, somewhat defensively. âI used to think about it when I slept with my customers, who weren't very romantic. Or vanilla. So I didnât really have a good reference point or anything for that kind of sex, but sometimes I still thought about doing it with you after they had left.â
You look away after saying this, wondering why you disclosed all of that. It certainly wasn't necessary for your dream of someday taking Suoâs cock without being psychosexually tortured first. Now you feel like you need to hide. You even think about excuses for stopping the car, and ponder again how difficult it would be to live without proof of identity, if you chose to run away.
But Suo doesn't let you run. He pulls you close to him, wrapping you up in his warmth.
âIt's okay,â he says gently, in a voice that reminds you of how he was in his old Furin days. âYou'll be okay. I'll make sure of it.â It confuses you deeply, and you turn to ask him what the fuck he's going on about.
You don't even realise you're crying until he starts kissing away your tears.
You canât understand why youâre weeping. Maybe something strange and hormonal happened while you were having sex, like Suo made you orgasm too hard and all the oxytocin is making you depressed now. Though you think that hormone is supposed to make you happy. You're not sure. You never finished school, so you wouldn't know.
Whatever the reason, you hastily wipe away your tears. A hand rubs at your back, and you let yourself press your face into his shoulder.
âSorry,â you say quickly.
âDon't apologise. You don't have anything to be sorry for.â
You hesitate as you breathe against the silk threads of his shirt, thinking about how many of his shirts you've ruined with your tears. At least three changshan and one Versace summer piece, by your count. Itâs not like he hurts over the money these days, but guilt tugs at your heart.
âI don't know about that,â you mumble into his shoulder. And it takes a while to work yourself up to saying it, but eventually you whisper, with full honesty, âI'm sorry for always worrying you.â
âI know,â Suo says. He sounds sincere when he says, âIâm sorry too.â
âIâll try to be better from now on.â
âYou will be. And even if you arenât, that's fine.â
For some reason, that makes your heart squeeze.
You melt against Suo after that, listening to the steady roll of tires and passing traffic outside. There's a gentle pitter patter of rain against the car roof, tinny and rhythmic, that gradually crescendos into a proper storm. The windshield wipers squeak against the glass. All of the noise is lulling you into a kind of peace, or maybe you're just feeling that way because Suo is holding you.
Fatigue wears your consciousness, and you close your eyes. The hustle and bustle of the red light district grows distant, faintâpartly from slipping in and out of your dreams, and partly from the quieting world outside. It's now completely silent other than the heavy rainfall. You think they must be taking the road through Makochi. Suo asks for it whenever he wants you to sleep well.
He probably thinks you're asleep when he says, âIâm sorry for being how I am now.â
You almost stop breathing. Almost.
âYou didn't fall in love with me when I was like this, so you must not like it very much,â he continues. âI know that Master wouldn't like me much either, if he were alive. He always said that you should support your loved ones until they can stand on their own two feet. But lately, I feel like all I've been doing is breaking yours.â
He sighs. The sky groans with distant thunder.
âSakura knows who I really am, you know,â he says quietly. âI think he's worried about what'll happen to you if we get married. Though heâs been worried about you for a while.â Suo almost sounds endeared when he adds, âDid you know he only texts me now to ask if you're okay? He really does love you.â
Heâs more sombre when he continues, âBut Nirei is just afraid of me. Thatâs why heâs never around. Heâs going to call you in a week and tell you not to go through with the wedding. Heâll probably tell you to leave me too. Itâs good advice.â
It's hard to keep your breathing slow, with how badly your heart hurts.
âIâve tried to go back to how I was, to the kind of person that Master was trying to raise,â Suo confesses. âBut I don't think I can get better.â
But even if you can't, you want to tell him, thatâs fine. You wish you could hold him how he's always held you.
âIt doesn't usually upset me nowadays,â he admits after some time, âhow I am now. But to be honest, talking about our school days did make me feel bitter, because I can't give you the things I know you wanted.â
He kisses the top of your head. Gently, so as not to wake you from your dream.
âI'm sorry I never became a teacher. I'm sorry I joined the yakuza. I'm sorry I can't give you a normal life. And I'm sorry I canât have an honest conversation with you.â
Silence. You feel his chest stop briefly, his breathing deepen.
âMaybe someday, I'll get better enough to say these things to you while you're awake. Maybe someday, I'll even get better enough to let you leave. It would be best for you.â
His voice gets even softer. Tender.
âBut for now, I don't know how to let you go.â
You feel a hand shifting away, the soft noise of leather against skin. Then both arms around you again, even warmer, even tighter. Heâs leaning his head against yours. You think Suo is falling asleep.
Allowing yourself a single, quick glance at the car, you peer at your reflections in the rearview mirror. You see sheets of rain sliding against the back window, his dark lashes pressed to his skin, and all the scar tissue he likes to keep hidden away.
And you can see, very clearly, tears beneath his missing eye.
END 'TOKYO VICE'
hi everyone thanks for reading this chapter!!!! i hope it didn't disappoint after all the shitposting i did about it this week lol
can i just say. this was straight up the weirdest sex scene I've ever written HASLKFJSDF and the mood whiplash throughout this was probably the craziest i've ever written within a single piece. unfortunately, this reader copes with her trauma via humour and sex and it really shows rip. i hope it wasn't too offputting!
thank you to everyone who left a comment on part 1!! please do let me know if you enjoyed part 2 as well. <333
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watching them as they train. â mk1
ââŠrequsted by anon.â imagine watching liu kang, kenshi, bi han, kuai liang, and tomas working out. you canât help but ogle them. their muscles straining visibly, they are panting, sweat is rolling off them, THEN feeling them up. how do the guys feel about this?
â°â†tags: spicy, sfw, pet names, sweating, watching, flirting, tattoo, gn!reader, use of y/n, no specific use of gender, boyfriend dynamic, fluff, âs all I suppose. â© wc: 2.3k â© roseâs notes: offf, this one was so spicy to write and I like how I imagined this entirely while reading your request, lol, love ya & thanks for this hot request! hope you all will like, enjoy. [also, changed the aesthetic of requests post, hope this one is prettier. muah!]
â© liu kang.
being the god of fire, protector of the earthrealm, and having a decent power in his system, he needs to train his muscles, physical strength, and power as well as he does with his mindset. watching him sitting down on the carpet, eyes closed, hands connected while being inside his mind to power it up as if heâs not the most powerful soul in the entire timeline is the thing you do as a habit now, so, itâs not surprising when you find yourself sitting on one of the benches on the training area as he trains alone â no one else, just you and him.
itâs different than watching his peaceful closed eyes, a little smirk on his face from time to time as he knows youâre there to take a sight of his meditation â because he gladly allows you to. itâs different even within the air â itâs too hot to handle and the wind doesnât help at all because how he has no particular sleeve on his upper part, wearing just pants as he trains with his sharp movements.
muscles getting tighter, sweat running from his neck to his exposed chest, professionalism is as clear as the sunâs rays and you canât stop thinking about how easily he will use his skillful hands on your body â heâs making you weak by only training and you know that he acknowledges his effects on you, making his training session sharper and more powerful than it is needed as he turns his back, arms move fast, making his backâs muscles go visible to your eyes.
mouth getting wet on its own, your eyes travel from his sweaty hair to his sharp jaw, arms with visible veins, white tattoos covering his arms and a part of his chest beautifully, sweat flowing from there until they reach his abdomen, making you gulp in excitement.
is it wrong to fantasize about a god? you canât answer, and you donât care about it either â well, at least, your instincts donât care because without calculating its outcomes, your legs move on their own as you get up, slowly approaching him. with each step you can hear his deep breaths, and can see his sweats shine under the light of the sun.
he stops at his movements when he feels you near, chest rising up and down still. standing in front of him with warm breaths hitting his hot chest, you canât help but touch his armsâ tattoos full of sweat â slowly enough to get a warning from his parted lips. ây/n ââ
âyes, my lord?â
you can see his eyes narrowing, mind studying the situation and knowing that you will not stop, not after both of your hands happen to be on his chest, rubbing his muscles from time to time and earning another warning from him as he grips your wrists â fingers still playing with his arm muscles, getting wet, âyou should stop, I need to train for one more hour, pretty.â
âtrain with me,â you say, putting a kiss on his exposed chest before turning over, knowing the god of fire, the man of determination, canât resist your open invitation, and agreeing.
âyou will be the death of me, my love,â he says, picking you up in bridal style as he goes to his room â to train with you of course, much hotter this time.
â© kenshi.
to get back his sword from johnny, and be worthy of his clan once again, kenshi tries his best â so hard to accomplish his aims â he needs to be strong, he knows it, and the knowledge pushes him to train over and over again until he can beat everyone who crosses his way and avoiding him to reach his destination.
and thereâs one more reason behind it â having you as his audience. his beloved lover who likes to watch him get a good view of his exposed body, half-naked, showing his muscles off even though he will deny it. he can have his orange training clothes to wear but in that way, he wonât be able to see your parted lips that you bite and lick occasionally, eyes shining as they travel on his body shamelessly, hands move rapidly because of not knowing where to put them because your mind is not working entirely when he winks at you whenever he changes the way he trains â legs, arms, back muscles â doesnât matter as long as you get heat rushing on your body which he knows so well.
âliked what you see, love?â he will ask, smiling down at you when he takes a break, chest rising up and down as he stands on his foot, hovering over you, teasing because itâs so fun to play with your cute mind.
âu-huh,â you say, looking at his chest and waist covered with sweat rather than his eyes directed at you, âlike it so much ââ you add, and to his surprise, you put your hands on his waist, pulling him closer to you as you sit on the bench still, and eyes turning up to find him, âare you doing it for me to like it?â you tease back as your hands move from his waist to his abdomen, feeling his six packs tighten under your fingertips. âcute.â
ânot as cute as you, prettiest.â
then, he will make sure you put your hands on his body whenever he takes breaks until he is done with training and takes you into his room, admiring your body the way you do to his. after all, he is such a pleaser that he needs to return the favor.
â© bi han.
for being the grandmaster of the lin kuei clan, the man who seeks great power, bi han trains a lot â he needs to, he has to.
he never gets exhausted by training with his potent stamina and determination to become the best â the strongest to bring great accomplishments to his clan. also, he never gets tired of having you beside him as he trains after he tells you to watch him closely to see what a true and good training session will look like â well, half truth half lie because itâs not the only reason why he keeps taking you into the area, having you sit down on the carpet, on your knees and watch him â itâs all because of you though, you were the first one who requested to do it and from the way you look at him, his body and mostly muscles with parted pretty lips, he canât bring himself to train alone when he can your pretty face lighten up with desire of him as he does it.
knowing he does it on purpose, you sit down on the carpet calmly â as much as you can anyway, watching him having only his pants on, ice appearing on his hands until it reaches his elbows, the temperature getting colder but you donât â it only gets warmer for you when your eyes travel on his torso, chest, shoulders, arms â full of muscles and sweat, getting tighter from time to time with the impact of his hard training. oh, you think, he truly deserves the title of grandmaster.
thighs clenching together, hands getting between your legs, eyes sparkling, and lips getting licked, you know bi han laughs menacingly inside his mind whenever he takes a look at your messy situation â he definitely does it on purpose, doesnât he?
your question is answered when he cleans his sweat with a towel before sitting in front of you on his knees, hands positioned on his lap, raising an eyebrow he asks, âdid you learn anything from my training, y/n?â
nodding, you challenge him by saying, âyeah, I learned how your muscles move so beautifully, sir.â
he chuckles deeply, and letting you do what you wanted to do before, taking you by the wrist, he puts your hand down on his shoulders, ânow learn how they feel under your touch, doll. itâs what your hands carve after all.â
instead of saying anything, you use your hand movements as an answer â massaging his rigid muscles on the shoulders, moving from his chest from there until they find his abdomen, full of thick packs, showing his masculinity off so perfectly that you put a kiss on his exposed body, earning a low growl from the man.
âif you keep doing that, I will use your body as my training tool, princess.â
he sounds deep and hot â youâre being a brat. âthen, do it.â and he does it in a way you can never imagine before experiencing it.
â© kuai liang.
he doesnât mind having your company when he finds alone time to train his abilities to make them reach the highest point; on the contrary, he finds it amusing how you even bring snacks with you as if his training session is a scene coming out of your favorite show â you admit it though, heâs your favorite show to watch because how it cannot be when he has sightworthy attractive and cute features, especially in the training area in which he has nothing on the half of his body â yes, you see it every day and night yet itâs far more different when it comes to seeing him training with his tools to strength himself up.
watching him jumping, crouching, using his knives with long ropes you happen to have on your wrist a night ago, your hand stop in mid-air, not being able to eat a snack because of how your mouth keeps getting wet â the hotness coming from him and hitting you on the face heavily isnât related to his ability, no, itâs only coming thanks to being so damn attractive right now; all sweaty, breathing heavily and rapidly, movements perfect, gaze he gives to you breathtaking.
âwhat is it princess?â he will ask, a knowing smile on his face, taking a bottle of water to drink as he sits down beside you, radiating two different kinds of warmness to your body, âI am the one who trains and you seem to be the one with no steady breath.â
his teasing stops when you canât help yourself and touch the scorpion tattoo on his thick and big arm, moving from there to his shoulder slowly. chuckling, you say as your hands travel on his wet chest and abdomen playfully, âwho has no steady breath now handsome?â
âoh?â he holds your wrist, pulling you closer, hot breath hitting your neck when he puts a kiss on there, âwhen I am finished with the train, you even wonât be able to have a brain to remember how to breathe, pretty.â
â© tomas.
âwhat now?â he will ask firstly, trying to find a few excuses to tell after you sit on the ground, smiling widely and telling him you want to watch him as he trains â because, ugh, he knows he will get all shy and missing a few steps, or doing his sessions incorrectly with the effects of having your piercing eyes on him, studying him, literally seeing every move and it makes him a bit nervous because being the cute little boyfriend, tomas wants to be as perfect as he can be in front of you â no one elseâs, except his brothers.
his desire to impress you in every way, the situation as possible gives him a bit of sadness when he shows some weakness as he does exercises, you behind him, sitting and watching â oh, he sucks, isnât he â he will think until the moment he realizes that you donât watch him train â well, you do, but not with the way he excepts.
your eyes scanning his arm muscles, back, thighs, and hands as if heâs a piece of art with thick and sharp features he has â he can see how you bite your lip from time to time, smiling face is long gone, replaced by the expression of passion and tomas canât decide which one makes him happier; to realize his not-so-perfect training isnât understood by you or to witness your greedy gazes as you keep your eyes on him, clearly liking what you see.
being addicted to pleasing you, tomas smiles at himself and without hesitation, he takes his tight sleeveless top off of his body, showing his body underneath it â getting proud when you begin to lick your lips, thighs getting clenched with pure instincts.
even at his shiest moment, he teases you by standing between your legs, holding you by the chin, and making you look into his shining eyes with joy, âyouâre quite an admirer, my love, arenât you?â he asks, leaving you dumb for a moment before you come into your senses, smiling as your palms position on his exposed chest, playing.
itâs his turn to be dumb at the sudden action, âafter what I am watching is the most beautiful sight in all realms, of course.â your hands are shameless as they flow on his top, admiring it as a true admirer.
âthen let me put on a show only for you, my goddess.â
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Desperate for HCs for the men with a "crybaby" SO (in the nsfw sense)
Okay this prompt turned out to be way harder than I thought it would be, so I tried my best! Thank you so much to @savriea for your help with the Gale part! What you wrote for him was the best and I am so grateful for your help! I hope you enjoy!
Rolan, Raphael, Halsin, Astarion, Wyll, and Gale!
Rolan
Rolan isn't quick to warm up to strangers, so of course, he kept his distance, but something about you did make him curious. Strong, heroic, pretty, and stoic compared to the others in your group. For the first time in a long time, was Rolan taking an interest in someone? Of course, he didn't want to make it obvious, but he found that when you were in the grove, his eyes were on you, trying to learn about you from afar. However, on the inside, it was gnawing at him to get to know you better and talk to you. It was the day of the grove party, and even though you were the night's hero, you still insisted on helping carry supplies for the party. As Rolan was in the storage shed, he was trying to find food that would be decently tolerable when he heard a loud crash. Quickly, Rolan turns the corner to see what had happened when he locked eyes with you holding a crate with no bottom, and bottles of fine wine crashed and staining the ground. Rolan goes to say something to you when he finally notices your face, red and streaming with tears. Looking back at his shocked face, all you could do was tremble out that you were sorry. Shocked was an understatement; he thought you were the tough badass, but you are crying over a simple mistake. You felt like a complete failure; you ruined the good wine, and now we're expecting a verbal thrashing from Rolan, who, based on what you observed, was not afraid to speak his mind. Then, he starts to laugh⊠Rolan couldn't help it, and it made you tear up more. With a snap of his fingers and a mutter of a spell, Rolan cleans up the mess you had made. Rolan gently touches your shoulder, "You shouldn't cry, and I don't mean to laugh. I'm justâŠsurprised by you. I thought you were emotionless, but you're actually secretly a crybaby. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." Then he flashed you his sharp-toothed smile, and you couldn't help but smile back. You didn't realize he had such a pretty smile. Later at the party, as people grimaced while they drank the cheap wine, Rolan and you shared a look and a smile as he pressed a finger to his lips.Â
It happened again; a simple mistake had you in tears behind the inn, away from prying eyes. When Rolan sees you, he is quick to kneel by your side. According to you, there was a blunder at camp, and you managed to burn a hole in Lae'zel's tent; they would be returning soon, and she is not one you want to make angry. As you explain your story, you feel yourself getting worked up again; your chest starts to feel tight, the lump in your throat returning, and fresh tears threatening to spill; but before you can, you feel a comfortable warmth wrapping around your leg. Then, a calm hand on your shoulder; you're unsure why, but you feel more at ease already. "If you like, I can help you fix the tent; you won't believe how many times I've had to mend burned clothes. There is a reason why Lia isn't allowed to cook anymore." you two share a quick laugh, and you find yourself leaning into him. "Thank you for offering to help meâŠ" Rolan laughs, "Considering everything you have done for me, it's the least I can do. "You two stay there for a while longer, neither of you ready to leave the comfort of this moment. You hope that if you both make it to the city, you two can continue to help each other, even in small ways. Â
The more time you spend with Rolan, the more you learn about him. Not only is he intelligent and a bit cocky, but he's also a bit of a tease. Of course, this fact about him didn't appear until you two started dating. You had been helping him in the shop, and for some reason, it must have just been the god's cruel joke to have everything that could go wrong at work happen to you today. Trying to avoid crying on the floor, you hid away in the storage room in the back. Rolan, busy with demanding customers all day, was ready to slip away for a break; as he goes into the dark storage room, he runs into you. Thanks to his dark vision, he sees you all ready and on the verge of tears. Rolan grabs you close and asks what he can do for you; imagine his surprise when you tell him you want a kiss. Of course, he agrees eagerly, though he did not expect your kiss to be so hungry and your hands to cling so desperately. You feel Rolan smile through the kiss, causing you to break away and look into his glowing eyes. Though he is a faceless shadow to you, he can perfectly make out your flushed cheeks and tightening thighs. Rolan grabs one of your hands and drags it down his body as he whispers in your ear, "Want me to help you, TavâŠMake you feel goodâŠ" Your hand touches his hard length, and it takes everything in you not to whine out your yes. Rolan licks your neck, making you moan as you both eagerly start to undo your bottoms. "Poor thing is messing up all day⊠all because your feeling so fucking needy⊠don't deny it, I can smell on you." The best thing about Rolan is that he always follows through when he teases.Â
He's completely overwhelming, and you just can't get enoughâŠHis smell, warmth, his breath cascading over your sweating skin, his hand holding your hips so tightly you feel his nails digging into your skin. All this you can handle, but when his rich voice coos in your ear⊠that sets your nerves on fire. You feel Rolans forked tongue slide against your ear as he shoves you down on his cock deeper, The full feeling making your body tremble. "You're taking me so well. I'm proud of youâŠ" Rolan purs in your ear that addictive praise that always makes your stomach flip. It was only a matter of time before he found out about your kink, but you didn't expect him to abuse it as much as he does. Rolan arches your hips up, pushing his length to hit your G stop, nonstop ramming into it, making you clench on him with a moan of his name. Rolan rubs his hand on your ass before squeezing to cause more moans to fall from your kiss-bitten lips. Rolan relishes in the noise, rolling his hips deeper, watching your blissed-out face with a lazy smirk, "Those are such pretty sounds. Keep them up for me." his voice is a mixture of sweet and mocking. You can't help how the intensity always makes your eyes tear up in the pleasure of all he's giving you; it's just too fucking goodâŠÂ
Raphael
You are an adorable sight that Raphael can not help but lick his lips at. You have been a delight since the first moment he saw you. Your body trembling from his true form, hopefully look in your wide eyes as you take in his words, then the delish tears that fell when you took his deal to give him the crown. So innocent and eager to please all you meet, the best part? That sweet innocence, any bickering, teasing, bullying, and your face was welling up in hiccuping tears. It takes everything for him to not break his regale physode and lick up your tears as they fall. Raphael can't, not yet, at least. He needs to have your trust, and then once he is sure he has you where he wants you, he will be sure to take what he wants. You, on the other hand, can't help but fall for his charm. He's a devil, sure, and maybe you're just hopeful and naive, but something about him makes you trust him⊠You have seen his houseâŠheard the tortured souls, and shed tears from what you witnessed, but when his hot breath caresses your skin as he thanks you for his crown, you're flooded with things you have never felt stir in you before. Tears can't help cascade from your eyes as you flush from the welling of tears⊠Raphael's golden eyes take in the delicious sight. He feels something pring in his chest as your trembling hand softly touches his face. "willâŠI ever see you againâŠ" your voice shakes. That feeling of devouring you changes to one of protection. Raphael wraps his arms around you, letting you cry into his tunic as a smile stretches to his lips. Innocent little mouse⊠you're his now, forever.
You're crying againâŠwhy the hell are you crying againâŠyou had shown up here sad and down-headed, muttering something about you and your companions getting into an argument or something. At the time, you insisted you just need time to calm down, but now, as he is trying to review contracts, all that he can focus on is your cries ringing in his ears. However, Raphael is shaken up by somethingâŠhe thought that he would be here growing annoyed with you, but he has just grown concerned. Instead of wanting to stop your cries because he doesn't want to hear you sadâŠhe can't stand it. Before he knows it, he is standing up and marching over to your slumped, sniffling form. As you open your mouth to apologize, you're being silenced by a tight embrace and kisses to your temple, "I, you're crying⊠I'm sorry," Raphael rubs his hand softly on your back, slowly settling youâŠ" Tell me what happened; let me help you." Raphael, usually selfish and arrogantâŠuntil it comes to youâŠmaybe it's just a phase of something different that will blow over, or perhaps it's loveâŠ
You swear you have never been so embarrassed, but you missed Raphael and couldn't help yourself anymoreâŠ.Tears threaten to fall, and the tightening in your stomach gets tighter and tighter. You move your hand faster, but then a disapproving tsk makes you pause, "SlowlyâŠmove your hand slowly, mouseâŠ" You flick your eyes over to Raphael, where he sits watching you with a smirk, "I want you to build it slowlyâŠtill you can hardly bear it.." with a trembling sigh, you slow your hand, the feeling in your stomach feeling like it burns as your mind clouds. Raphael had caught you touching yourself while you waited for him to get back from a meeting. Instead of taking over for you or letting you finish, he pulled up a chair, and instead of instructing you, he told you it would feel so goodâŠand it doesâŠRaphael taunting and teasing controlling everything you do to yourself. It feels like you have been edging yourself for hours, your hot tears slipping down your face, and he was relishing in it, at his innocent mouse being so naughty⊠Raphael leans back, watching your quivering sex, licking his lips. "Does it hurt mouse?" You can hardly contain your quivering sob, "Y-yesâŠ" his eyes clouded as he licks his lips, "What do you wantâŠ" you hesitate to answer, being too shy to say, it is so embarrassing⊠"Mouse?" His stern voice shoots a shiver through you, "To cumâŠ" "Oh, that's very naughtyâŠdo it, make a mess on my sheetsâŠlet it wash over youâŠlet the ecstasy take over." You start to move faster, moaning louder, the feeling reaching a mind-numbing peak. A blissful tear falls as you get closer and closer. A finger wipes away the tear, and you look up at him as he stands next to you now, a cocky smile still on his handsome face, "I wanted a closer viewâŠ" Â
"Raph-Raphael-" a careful hush eases your hiccuping. Raphael brings his large hand to rub up and down your waist as the other digs into your hip, making you let out a whiny gasp. Raphael's hand comes up to tweak your nipple, making your body jump and a sharp cry fall from your swollen lips. His hands are mind-numbingly hot as they overwhelm you. "So sensitive mouse⊠you have only taken the tip." Raphael sinks his cock in deeper, your entrance stretched taught from his devil-form cock, your insides trying so desperately to accommodate to his textured girth, hot and throbbing as it drags across your insides. "It's too much!" another moan rips through you as he bullies in deeper, sinking in with more force than slowing up for you to accommodate and catch your breath. You can't help the tears that start to fall from your burning cheeks. "Shh⊠you're doing so well for me, mouse, crying so beautifullyâŠ" Raphael leans down, dragging the tip of his hot tongue over your tear-soaked cheek, then a sweet, chaste kiss to still your trembling begs. Right as you start to adjust, he pushes in roughly again, the pain swirling with pleasure as he overwhelms you. "You're so close to taking it all, my petâŠare you ready?" He chuckles. "Might hurt for a moment, but then it will be pure blissâŠ" His sultry words are a sweet promise. You look at his beautiful face, which is slightly shining from sweat, the fires making him look like he glows. "YesâŠ" Raphael smiles and cups your cheekâŠit feels so tenderâŠThen he snaps his hips, hitting that spot within you that rips out a screamâŠ" Oh mouse, your cries are delicious." his pace quickens, "Give me moreâŠ"Â
Halsin
It's incredible the kinds of people you will encounter in a lifetime, especially 350 years of life, but none of them have stirred anything in him like you have. Halsin doesn't know if he wants to hold you close and smother you in kisses or take you over his knee and give you a firm spanking. You're a brat, and the cherry on top is a crybaby, too, one that pouts and huffs with irritated tears when you don't get your way. Most couldn't handle someone like that, but Halsin isn't like most. Typically, Halsin is one to bow at a person's whims, but he likes to challenge you and work you up to a tissy. You're willing to go round and round with him, sometimes going against him to just get a reaction from the patient druid. Halain knows your game and is unwilling to give in to you so easily. Finally, after you're in irritated tears and groaning, you nest your head into his chest as he gently rubs his hand along your back. "Halsin, I thought you liked meïżœïżœ" you say through sniffles, "I completely adore youâŠbut you lost the bet, and I can't just let you go back on your word." You pout at him with a huff, tears pooling in your eyes. "You're just going to let Astarion take my favorite ring." Halsin chuckles and pinches your cheek. "You lost the bet, and fair is fair, my brat, now stop poutingâŠor elseâŠ" he teases, and you bite your lip, looking up at him with mischiefâŠ" is that soâŠ" such a brat. Â
Sure, considering how much your always throwing fits, you would think that Halsin would be desensitized to your crap, but without waiting every time you're upset, there he is right next to your crying side, letting you cry it all out. It's best to not bottle up your emotions. He is always so charitable and calm, and you⊠you're a crybaby brat⊠you know deep down he deserves better than you, but you're too selfish to let him go. It was another one of those days where you let your emotions get out of hand, and instead of being an adult and dealing with it, you're lurking in your tent. Halsin comes in and sees you facing the corner; he knows not to lecture you. You hear him sigh and rummage around; before you know it, he's sitting next to your crying form with his wood carving stuff laid out, ready to be at your side till you're ready. Halsin pats his large hand on your head and places a quick kiss. He whispers something in elvish you now know means, 'I will wait for you.' He's just too perfect⊠its not an hour later you two are wrapped up in a tight embrace as you give him a thousand sorrys with a thousand kisses. Â
It's torture, complete and utter torture when he does this to you. Halsin has fooled everyone except for you⊠and that's exactly why he does this to you⊠Adjusting yourself, you can't help but shudder at the feeling, your mind sparks, and all you can muster is a whimper. Halsin chuckles as you squeeze his shoulder, your face a contortion of pleasure and desperationâŠHis large hand pats your back as the other keeps busy with the letter he has been writing for what feels like hours now. "Try not to stir my heartâŠit only makes it worseâŠ" his husky voice makes you dig your nails into his muscle, "Hal-H-Ah-Halsin, please!" your whining makes his cock throb within youâŠthe sensation makes you move up and down impatiently, wanting to feel the friction against your walls. You have been cock warming Halsin, it was the only way he could convince you to let him finish his work, but you know deep down he just likes to make you whine. That bratty crybaby nature, he loves to fuck out of you to submission, only for you to keep acting up for him to do it more. Right as your body is feeling some relief from your grinding on him, Halsin brings his hands to still you; the tears can't help but start to pour from your frustration. "Damnit Halsin! Why?!" Halsin places a finger on your quivering lip to silence you, "Don't be so quick to angerâŠI promise once I'm done, I will reward your patienceâŠ" As he says, he rolls his hips, making you throw your head back at the feeling of his mass so deep, "Now quit being a bratâŠ" Â
You had been acting up all day, and despite his warnings, you just wouldn't stop with your attitudeâŠwell, now you're in for it. The first chance he got, he was dragging you away from camp and bending you over, your hands braced on the tree in front of you, and a wide smile on your faceâŠHalsins hands roam over your ass, teasing you further, "I told you to stop being a bratâŠYou ready?" With an excited yes, you're being spanked by a powerful hand. It stings as he punishes your ass over and over again; your hands tighten against the bark as that pain mixes into pleasure. For someone trying to teach you not to be a brat, he sure does reward you for it. After the nth time, Halsin hears a shuddering gasp, giving him pause. Halsin is quick to gently turn you around and is horrified to see your face red with tears cascading down your cheeks. Halsin is a slew of apologies as he holds you close. You hold him closely, then using surprise to your advantage, push him down to the forest floor. Halsin looks at you in surprise as you straddle yourself over his strained cock, "Is that all you got, druid? I was expectingâŠmore." oh, now you're really in for it. In a few more moments, you cry out to every deity you know as Halsin as you ride his cock at a bruising pace. When will he learn you are a glutton for punishment?Â
Astarion
Astarion is not a man known for his patience, especially when it comes to crybabies. In Astarions' opinion, he is the only one who gets to whine and cry about anything. It's not that he would actually be sad; he's mainly just irritated. What was the point of wasting tears on things someone can't control? Then you joined their merry band, and he started to figure it out. You, the dazzling hero of the day who would do anything to help, hells Astarion, were sure you would give the armor on your back if you thought it would help someone. How irritating⊠You have always been a compassionate soul, and when you would see anyone in need or when others cried, you found that you felt it deeply, and then the tears would fall. Never bumbling or hiccuping, just tears that would glisten from your eyes to streak your cheeks. Astarion remembers when he first saw this from you; at the grove, as the refugees lamented their troubles to you, he saw that you started to cry from their pain. Part of him wanted to roll his eyes at you, but then you swore to help them with an unbreakable resolve in your eyes, and something in him stirred. Your tears became a regular thing on your adventure together, and though he would never say it out loud, he found something beautiful about it. As you two grew closer and he told you about his past, he saw those shimmering tears again, Astarion hadn't shed a tear, but it was like you felt his painâŠsomeone saw his hurt and wanted to cry for him. Astarion couldn't help himself, his cold hand whipping gently at your tear-stained cheeks, "I wish I could take away that painâŠ" Your voice quivered, and then his lips kissed you sweetly. Just being there and trying to understand him helped ease his pain.Â
Today, you had seemed quieter than usual, and Astarion couldn't help but take notice; he found that lately, he started to take notice of you more and more. Your routines, your attitude. It was late, and everyone else had turned in for the night. You stayed up watching the dancing fire. Clearing his throat to get your attention, he finally saw those glittering streams running down your cheeks. Shit⊠Astarion, not exactly the best at consoling people, did the only thing he could think of, "Would you care for a walk?" with a slight nod, you and Astarion took a walk through the quiet wood. The crisp air and the sounds of the whispering animals were soothing. Then there was Astarion just silently walking beside you. Though he didn't say it, you knew that he would listen to you should you decide to speakâŠbut talking about it wasn't what you needed. All you needed was his calm presence next to you, there just in case. When you two finally return to camp before Astarion can slip back to his tent after your silent walk, you grab his hand suddenly; he looks at you confused before you smile and thank him. Him just being close always makes you feel better. Â
It's no surprise that though you might be more sensitive than most, Astarion never passes on the chance to tease and taunt you. You know, this is just how Astarion shows his affection for people. Sure, it's a little unorthodox, but that's Astarion, and you can't bring yourself to mind it. Today, he was taunting you and your bleeding heart. You yet again find yourself helping another helpless soul. So, while you are packing up his things to join you, "I swear you will just say yes to anything a person asks of you now." Astarion says with a smirk. "Well, Astarion, have you ever thought I might like getting myself in trouble." Astarion looks at you confused, "You? Enjoying trouble?" it was just too easyâŠyou walked over, placing a hand softly on his chest, "I do enjoy being around youâŠand you're definitely trouble. In more ways than oneâŠ" Astarion looks at you confused before he smiles, "Are you trying to act like me right now?" you smile and pat his chest, "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Thought I should tease you more, Wada think?" Astarion pinches your nose, "I think you need practice, but I'm more than willing to give you some tips." Â
Could it always be this softâŠthis gentle⊠your lips meet his in a slow, controlled kiss. Your warm hands cupped his face, telling him you're here, not leaving, that you care. Your tongue is slow and timid as it asks for his lips to part. Astarion almost wants to laugh at the timidness of it; here he is naked with you, rutting slowly in between your legs, and you're scared that your tongue in his mouth will be too much. Astarion loves that about you; you're so caring and soft, even to someone like him. Astarion sinks in deeper, and you let out a groan from the stretch, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat that Astarion just can't stop kissing. Your hands carefully holding onto him tighter, but nothing to mark himâŠhe's been marked enough for a lifetime. Softly, you coo his name breathlessly, and he never loved the sound of his own name so much; you're just⊠everything to him. Astarion brings his lips to your ear, gently easing you till he can't help himself anymore, "I-I love you." he feels you stop moving, and for a second, he thinks he might have been wrong, but before the doubt can manifest in him, he hears a sniffle. Leaning back, he sees your eyes shining in tears and a wide smile; you look beautifulâŠ" A-astarion, I love you too. He leans to kiss away your tears, so this is true intimacy.Â
Wyll
Sometimes, you seem unreal; you're the kind to take on a whole goblin camp and fight for justice, but the simple sight of a meowing kitten or an old couple holding hands and sharing a tender moment will have you blubbering in tears. You're a complete sweetheart and a bit of a crybaby, but Wyll can't help but find it endearing. You're like a breath of fresh air after being on the road for so long. On the road, people act so tough and hard, never giving away any emotion, but not you; you're so honest about how you're feeling, willing to shed tears at anything that pulls at your heartstrings and that pulls at his. Cute and sad things were not the only things to make you cry. Wyll found that any sweet romantic gesture would make your eyes well up in happy tears. First, Wyll started out by giving you a flower; it was a casual gesture of affection for your relationship getting stronger, but the way you started to shed tears, it was like you received bad news. Through your sobs and hiccuping Wyll asked if you didn't like flowers, his consideration of your feelings made you cry more and fling yourself into his arms. "I love flowers; it's just so sweet of you to offer me one." You hug him tighter, feeling his heartbeat racing in his chest. "Thank you, Wyll. For being so sweet to me." Wyll wraps his arms around you tighter, already planning his next sweet gestures. Asking you to dance, making you a meal, working up to sharing a kiss⊠and one day bringing you home a kitten. Â
Most people would find this annoying, but Wyll can't help himself. Your kindness and soft heart know no bounds, and Wyll feels that by the day, he is falling more and more enamored with you. You smile through your tears as you watch the celebration; everyone seems so happy and relaxed that they can finally continue their journey. Lost in the rejoining of the party, you fail to see Wyll come to your side; how he learned to be so quiet to sneak up on you, you will never know. Wyll gently brushes his finger to wipe away your tears. This instantly makes you apologize for crying again when it is not justified, but Wyll just wraps an arm around you, letting you lean into his surprisingly comfortable body; you would think for his physic, he would be uncomfortable to lay against, but⊠he's so warm, and comfortable⊠"Don't ever apologize about who you are." you let out a laugh, "so you don't mind being around a crybaby?" Wyll just shakes his head, "No, I don't mind drying your tears; it's nice being around someone so in tune with their emotions." Wyll squeezes you tighter, "Maybe if I'm around you, it will show me how to be more honest with mine." The rest of the night was spent with you two sharing small talk, curling further into each other's embrace.  Â
Wyll tries his best not to tease you. He is a gentleman, but sometimes he just can't help himself from a little playfulness, and yes, you will admit that it makes you pout (but you love this side of him). Wyll knows to be careful not to push you too hard because of your soft nature, so he got creative on how to get you to adorably pout. As you're sitting by the river trying to scrub the blood out of your clothes from today's battle, your mind wanders to Wyll and how he hasn't flirted with you today (how dare he!). Quietly, Wyll makes his way to you; he decides to play, which he thinks is a funny trick. He taps on your left shoulder as he gets close before quickly darting to the right. It never fails that you look to the tapped shoulder to then audibly groan his name, trying to hit him. Today, though, you take the chance to splash water on him, causing the start of an impromptu fight. Of course, Wyll is winning by having you laugh to the point of tears as he avoids your hits. Then you both pause⊠he looks down at your face, smiling gently as he wipes away a tear from your cheek. Wyll leans in, and you close your eyes, ready for this to finally happenâŠ" Tsk, could you two resist procreating in the middle of camp. DisgustingâŠâ You and Wyll quickly separate with a sigh⊠Lae'zel strikes again, but she's not wrong; maybe you can ask him to come to your tent tonightâŠ
The tears couldn't help but flow out of you. Everything is so sensitive. Everything feels like, at any moment, you could burst into flames or burst into more tears. Your only saving grace is the soft kisses Wyll leaves on your body. "Just a little more; hang on a little longer, my love." His words drive you to hold on through the overstimulation about to reach your third mind-melting orgasm. Wyll is constantly pushing your body to its limits. You two had waited to be intimate, and Wyll assured you it would be well worth the wait. Of course, he was right about it. Now every night since Wyll has fucked you to incoherent whimpering and blissed-out tears as his length drives deeper in you, making that tight coil in your stomach snap for the fourth time now. His stamina is unrelenting as you coat him in your arousal. The crying of his name from your swollen lips drives him for one more, "One more, one last one, for me, babyâŠ"
Gale
(This first bullet point was written by the amazing @savriea they are truly amazing and this snippet inspired me so much! huge thank you to them!)
Gale was captivated by your bravery at the grove. You stood tall against the druids, your determination making a difference for the tiefling child. It was a rare sight to see someone so unyielding yet so compassionate, and it had left a profound impression on him. He decided that he wanted to share a piece of his world with you, so that night he set up a small area away from camp and invited you over. He watched you intently, admiration in his eyes as you prepared to learn the basics of magic. Your initial attempts were clumsy, your fingers fumbling over the components, and your words stumbling over the syllables. Gale instructed you patiently, demonstrating the precise motions and enunciating each word clearly. But despite his guidance, the spell fizzled out for the fifth time, leaving a faint shimmer in the air before dissipating entirely. Frustration welled up inside you, the weight of repeated failure pressing down on your shoulders. The dam finally burst, tears spilling from your eyes as sobs wracked your body. Gale's eyes widened in panic, his usual composed demeanor faltering as he scrambled to salvage the moment. "No, no, no... hey, it's okay," he murmured, quickly moving to your side. His hands gently grasped yours from behind, his comforting warmth seeping into your back as he pressed his cheek against yours. "We'll do it together." With Gale guiding you, your hands moved through the motions again. He spoke the incantation softly in your ear, his voice a soothing melody that calmed your racing heart. You repeated the words, feeling the magic flow through you, unable to hold back a smile. The weave opened up to you, and for the first time, you felt its power caressing your skin. You laughed, a wet sound through your tears, your cheeks streaked and eyes glassy. Gale smiled, a mix of relief and pride shining in his eyes. "See? You did it," he said softly, his voice filled with admiration as he wiped your tears with his hand.
You felt ridiculous... you had decided to buy this outfit as a sexy surprise for Gale, but now your nerves are getting the better of you. Right as your about to change scraping your idea entirely Gale is walking through your tent, right on time as usually. Gales eyes widen not only from seeing your beautiful body on display but he also is feeling concern seeing your eyes starting to well up. Gale is quick to come to your side and hold your tightly, his large hands rubbing slowly up and down your back gently. Waiting till your calm Gale finally decides to ask you what's wrong. you explain how you wanted to wear something sexier for him and you started to second guess yourself, Gale can't help but smile. "You look completely beautiful not matter what my love, though I can't say I am not flattered..." Gales hands start to wonder making you laugh as he buries his nose in your hair taking in your sent that only spurs him on more... "Why don't we give you an actual reason to cry?" Of course you couldn't deny him. Gale knows exactly how you like it, he has made studying how to get you off his top priority these days. Gales lips caress your hips as his hands squeeze gently against you ass, coxing you to wrap your legs around his head so he can start tasting you. His tongue licking long strokes playing with your most sensitive parts before he is wrapping his lips around is and sucking softly. Gale drinks in your cyprine as your hands grip onto his soft locks. This only fuels him to drive into you more as hot tears of pleasure fall from your eyes and you moan and roll your hip against his face, not at all minding the beard.
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In all your focus on becoming strong enough to protect yourself and not be a burden to others, it hadnât occurred to you that as a Demon Slayer, youâd be receiving a paycheck.Â
A fat one at that.
Youâre not exactly sure what to do with it. The envelope had shown up, slipped below the door of your lodgings at the Ubuyashiki mansion with your name on it, and while youâre not completely sure what the conversion rate + inflation would be, the sheer size of the stack was enough to make you quite confident that it was a lot of money. The issue is, you have very little use for money as you receive meals and board by virtue of Kagayaâs kindness, and the things you would buy if you could donât particularly exist in this timeline.Â
As you sit on your futon and think again about what it would mean to save and how banking would work in this timeline, and if itâs even worth it given your particular circumstances, a sudden flash of Tanjiroâs smile comes to mind, and you immediately know what to do.
You should buy him a gift. After all, you wouldnât have gotten through your first mission if not for Tanjiro, you consider, your face warming as you consider what things youâve seen him receive that delighted him the most. Then you consider that perhaps a gift is too presumptuous, and you see him happy when he has a nice meal, or perhaps you could get something nice for both him and Nezuko because that wouldnât look too strange, plus heâs happy when sheâs happy, or perhaps you could-
Your thought spiral is interrupted by the sound of a knock on your door. Two gentle raps, and then you hear his voice.
Think of an angel and he will appear.
â___, are you busy today?â
When you ignore your slightly quickened heartbeat to let him in, he looks just like the picture in your mindâs eye, sweet, practically glowing with warmth, save for the fact that you notice his hair is slightly damp and his skin dewy as if heâs just bathed. Heâs wearing his Demon Slayer uniform but with his regular green and black checked haori over top and his sword is at his side as though he plans to travel. He smells good, and you hope you smell at least decent to him, too.
You shake your head no.Â
âAre you planning on going somewhere? Did you get a new mission?â you ask.Â
âNo, I wanted to knowâŠâ he pauses for a moment, then scratches the back of his neck, looking up at the ceiling, âif you wanted perhaps to go out to town with me. I was hoping to congratulate you for your first mission.â
You blink twice. He really is always one step ahead of you, you realize.Â
Tanjiro lets his hand fall to the side and nods at you, now with a steadier expression. âYou did a really great job.â
To this, you canât help but let out a soft chuckle.
âYou mean by staying alive while you cleaned up?â you ask. Tanjiro decides to indulge in your humor, insisting, âIt wasnât all me.â he insists.Â
Perhaps that much is true. Tanjiro is a good friend and mentor so itâs not odd that he would extend this kindness first. Itâs also an opportunity it would be best to seize, treating him to udon or dango, and offering him some gratitude as well.Â
Your mind may shift from time to time to the time he used his own mouth to suck turbulent air from your unnatural breathing technique out of your own lungs, but he is simply a friend.
And friends can hang out.Â
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âItâs a beautiful fit,â the shop owner says as you slip on a peach pink jacket with colorful embroidered petals and blossoms, the last of the four youâve tried on to Tanjiroâs surprising patience, and glance at yourself in the mirror.Â
Something about this entire scene feels wrong but also right to you. For one, youâre not the one who suggested this particular shop - rather it was Tanjiro who insisted you consider window shopping with him, under the guise of finding something for Nezuko, but soon youâd realized that he hadnât exactly picked anything out, content to watch you leaf through hung designs and listen to the shopkeeperâs promise of superior quality compared to the other stores in the district. You consider that whatever would look good on you would look good on Nezuko and with each trying on of a jacket, you offer pros and cons.
This one is a bit airy and light, very comfortable for summer time.
I think this one might clash with her hair color.
The textureâs too thick here, Iâm not sure I like this one as much but itâs very high quality, I can tell.
This last one however is simply perfect in feel and design, and you feel somewhat bad when you turn to Tanjiro and sheepishly say,
âThis one is super pretty. I know weâre shopping for Nezuko but I think I might buy this one for myself.â Tanjiro smiles as he rises from the chair in the corner. Heâs sat politely for the past few minutes saying very little except nodding appreciatively.
âIt looks beautiful on you,â he states as casually as if he were describing the weather, then turns to the older lady running the shop, the same lady who had spent a few minutes glancing between him and you as well, and youâd pretended not to notice.Â
âHow much?â Tanjiro asks.Â
Surprised, you wonder if he hadnât heard you.
The seamstress names her price and Tanjiro is quick to give money, before you finally hold in your need to be polite and nudge him.
âWhat are you doing?â you whisper. Heâs unfazed as he hands money over, then smiles at you.
âBuying you a gift.â
âYou donât have toâŠâ you start, but trail off as the woman receiving the money shoots you a dirty look that has you fall silent.
âYouâre right, I donât have to. But I would like to,â he adds.
You leave the shop promptly with a parcel in your hand and the seamstressâ eyes on your back.
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Perhaps you do look like a couple, even if thatâs the furthest thing from the truth. Tanjiro wonât let you treat him to any of the food, insisting you save your money instead through bites of skewered meat and noodles, and you finally find out which bakery supplies the Castella he brings by for you and your friends, as well as the girls at the Butterfly Mansion.
Itâs better than anything youâve tasted in your time, even if you practically choke on a roll when the baker tells you Tanjiro is lucky to be in the company of a pretty girl.
In your own time, youâve been called pretty before, but this description today strikes at the very pit of your stomach, filling it with butterflies. Does Tanjiro know that youâre pretty? Does he agree? You ponder this for a few moments, then youâre immediately embarrassed to be thinking something so childish.Â
Whether youâre pretty or not is moot. To him, youâre a younger sister to whom he buys gifts and food. Perhaps more pathetic since you are not related, since you have no one else, since youâre trapped here.
Tanjiro doesnât answer the question youâve posed in your head out loud, but he grins.
âIâm quite lucky indeed.â
â
As you walk side by side at the close of the evening, Tanjiro enthuses you in your progress, and you talk about all and nothing. There are red bean paste buns in your hand that you chew on idly between thoughts.
Youâre not sure how the day went by so quickly, not while you were parallel processing, doing mental math to figure out what he thinks of you - as friend, as someone to dote on like a child, as someone who he could potentiallyâŠ
No, that cannot possibly be it.
âDid you have fun today?â he asks. His cheeks are a warm pink and heâs looking straight ahead rather than at you, but his shoulders are relaxed and he bites and chews as he waits for your answer.
âOf course, I did,â you tell him. âThis isâŠ,â you pause, then continue, âprobably the first time Iâve been anywhere nice, just for fun, since I got to this place.â Admitting it feels strange, but itâs true. Your life has now been limited to the mansion and towns you donât know. Duty-driven, despair-driven, danger-driven.Â
Tanjiro looks at you for a moment, and for just a moment his look is wistful.Â
âAre you happy here?â he asks. Your mouth opens then closes, and then he quickly catches himself in a nervous laugh.
âProbably a stupid question, given none of your family is here, and you donât have any of your technology and itâs not even your country and-â
You squeeze his hand for a moment.
âIâm happy now,â you offer him, then let go quickly. âThank you for spending time with me.â
His mouth opens for a moment, and you wonder if you overstepped but he beams, and you wonder what youâd do without this small friendship.
âWe should go back,â you quickly fill in before he can say something else and you can regret touching him. Youâre the first to take a few steps forward, practically skipping, snacks and new clothing in hand, and you hear him behind you catching up.
âYeah, letâs get you home safe.â
#tanjiro x reader#tanjiro kamado x reader#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer fluff#daydreams: kny#mimi's notes#kny fluff#tanjimimi
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carry the weight of you | s.r
A/N: i had this posted on an old blog but here's this, idk if i like it but it's also one of my first fics so if lemme know if you have thoughts <3
cw: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, reader is sad, depression ?, spencer is a cutie who just wants to love, can be read as gn!reader
wc: 1.8k
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it was supposed to be a routine case. well, not a routine case. those donât really exist in the bau, but one that had a clear MO and decent enough leads that garcia could easily use to find the unsub. it wasnât even a case that was especially creepy in nature, lord knows those give the whole bureau nightmares for days.
so why did you feel this way?
you were relatively new to the teamâhaving one year under your belt to your near decades experienced colleagues. but you had rightfully earned your spot in the bau, and you deserved to be there.
but right now you had no energy to believe that. the ache in your chest was ever present from your younger days, courtesy of the circumstances from your upbringing, and you shouldâve expected that joining the fbi wouldâve only made it heavier. you bared it nonetheless because thatâs what you were taught to do. you felt beaten down by the last few days, and just couldnât wait to get back home and crawl into your bed.
the team had wrapped up the case, and you all were on the jet flying back home to the district. sat next to the ever observant dr. reid, he noticed your glazed eyes and distant aura exuding from you.
âyou okay?â he bumps your shoulder bringing you out of your trance.
âiâm fine, donât worry about me.â you replied curtly and tried to fold into the crevice between the seat and the walls of the plane.
âbold of you to lie to a profiler while on a plane full of profiles,â he chuckled lightly, âseriously, you look troubled. are you sure you donât wanna play honesty hour right now?â
âspence, iâm okay, I promise.â you tried your best at a genuine smile that was as see through as a windexed window. he returned it with his own thin lipped smile and left you be.Â
were you okay? you donât even know how long youâve felt like this. small, insignificant, nothing. you do great work at your job, tarnishing evil and saving lives. but you canât help but find it ironic that itâs your own mind working against you that seems to be your demise.Â
the jet landed around midnight and the team shuffled through the bullpen to gather their belongings before going home. everyone offered their goodbyes and goodnights and spencer was waiting for you by the door. you both lived in the same apartment building, only because when you first moved to quantico you had no one and knew no one. spencer took it upon himself to help you out, being the newest young rookie on the team, a position he was all too familiar with. his next door neighbor had moved out for an immediate job offer and was looking for a subletter and lo and behold, spencer had become your best friend.
in the few months that you were getting accustomed to the area spencer invited you over for nightly chess games and doctor who marathons. morgan always teased the two of you saying you should be going out on the town having fun only young people can have, and spencer would blush and stammer something out but you would have the brightest smile and look at him saying they were the most fun youâve had.
so he was surprised to say the least when those nights started to become far and few. you would politely decline and spencer would assume youâd finally listened to morgan and got better plans. but he could hear the patter of your footsteps and the occasional expletive from when youâd hit a table corner and wondered what he did to make you recluse yourself again.
spencer was a profiler after all, mix that with being your closest friend and he could pinpoint the moments you started to change. youâd started making less jokes, even during moments where the team would pause and wait for a little quip from you but hear nothing. you were harder to gain attention from, usually needing three or four calls to get you to even look up. and he just saw you distancing yourself, almost like you didnât want anyone to perceive you.
spencer loved you. he wouldnât say it out loud or admit to anyone but point blank he loved you. he felt understood in a way that no one else made him feel. you were kind, smart, funny, and the empathy you held for others was enough to make him tear up. you were there for him when maeve died, letting him cry on your shoulder, and as fucked up as it sounds he realized he loved you in those moments leaking tears onto the stomach of your sweater.
so here stood spencer in front of your desk, âyou heading home?â you nodded, âmind if i ride with you? i donât feel like taking the metro this late.â
âokay, letâs go.â
the walk to your car was silent, and somehow the ride back to your apartment complex was even more silent. walking up the stairs to your apartment doors, you turn the key and step in when spencer goes, âhey actually i think i left my book at your place do you mind if i just look for it really quick?â
you stared at him blankly. you just wanted to be alone and he wants to get his book now? unbeknownst to you spencer was desperate to get to the bottom of your melancholia, and needed any in he could find right now to get there.
nonetheless you nodded your head and left the door open behind you so he could walk in. you dropped your bags and shoes at the front door and trudged through your apartment to your kitchen to put tea on the kettle. you softly called out to him, âdo you want a cup of tea?â
âiâd love a cup.â he says sitting on your couch.
youâre fussing around the kitchen getting two mugs outâ one doctor who and one snoopy mug. you fill the doctor who one up and add a lemon slice and turn around grabbing your snoopy mug. when you turn back towards the kettle you hit the corner of the island table and watch as your favorite mug drops and shatters into millions of pieces.
when they say a straw is what breaks the camelâs back you fully understand what they mean now because how are you about to lose all your shit over a snoopy mug. you donât even make an effort to move, just staring at the broken pieces on the floor, trying to make sense of them like a kid pointing out cloud shapes. itâs like you can see the pieces molding into the demons that keep you up at night, the thoughts of uselessness and lethargy personifying in front of you.
spencer has to call your name three times before you finally move your eyes to meet his. you can see his lips moving but you canât hear him, his hands are out as if heâs telling you to stay put oh wait he is. you wait as he finds your dustpan and broom and brushes up the remains into the trashcan. he slowly approaches you and maneuvers you towards the living room where you sit still glossy eyed and trembling.
he sits down next to you and places a hand on your bouncing knee to soothe it, âwhy wonât you talk to me?â
you shake your head, âitâs nothing spence, itâs not a big deal i can buy a new mug.â push it down.
ânot that, somethingâs not right. and i want to help. will you let me help you?â
you feel the tears making their way up your face to make their grand exit, and you hold on to last bit of resolve you can as you shakily breathe, âi-, i canât, itâs stupid and we see so much worse stuff so i have to keep it together and i am but today was just-â you abruptly got up to get water from the kitchen before finishing your sentence. grabbing a glass from the cupboard, filling it up at the sink, and gulping it down with shaky hands. you set the glass down and placed your hands on the cool counter in an attempt to tether yourself to some string of reality that was left. you couldnât burden him. you wouldnât.
spencer gives you a minute alone before rising from the couch and walking into the kitchen. he approaches you slowly from behind, mirroring his hands on top of yours, entrapping you in his warm embrace. âi think youâre carrying so much,â he whispers gently in your ear, âyou donât have to do it by yourself. itâs okay to not be okay.â
the tears win and start streaming down your face silently. spencer continues, âwhat we do, itâs hard. we all have ways of not letting it get to us. rossi and his cigars, hotch and jack, garcia and her tchotchkes, i mean even emily with her sin city weekends.â you let out a wet laugh in response.
spencer doubles down and intertwines his fingers with yours, âmy point is, you are not alone. i am here. let me carry some of it for you, please.â
letting out a soft sob you twist in his arms and burrow yourself into his sweatered chest. this was a new feeling for you, letting someone in to see the horrors that you worked so hard to suppress. why would anyone want to brave that journey? surely you werenât worth the effort.
but as spencer tightened his arms around you, rubbing his hands soothingly down your back and placing a kiss at the crown of your head, you felt that even if the walls of your resolve came crumbling down that spencer would be there to catch as much as he could. and that was enough.
âthank you,â you mumbled tearily incoherent.
âi will always be here for you, no need to thank me sweetheart.â
his kindness overwhelmed you. how could someone who sees so much darkness and been through so much still hold the level of kindness he does?
you lifted your head slightly as his hand came up to cradle the back of your head, âso, what do you have?â
he hummed quizzically in response. you continued, âyou said everyone has ways of getting through it, whatâs yours?â
âitâs you,â spencer softly says with the most tender loving look in his eyes, smoothing your hair back as he looks down at you in his arms, âitâs always been you.â
your eyes welled up even more and squeezed him tighter if it were even possible. spencer had you. and now you had spencer.
the next day you show up to work, a snoopy mug with a gift bow sits on your desk.Â
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid angst#spencer reid x you#spencer reid hurt/comfort#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x self insert
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I think the funniest Hazbin Hotel crack theory headcannon is that Husk has the MOST absolute rizz out of everyone. Like he was highkey a fuck boi when he was alive and has been married and divorced at least 3 times and would have probably been more if marrying men were legal back in the day. You need a lot of suaveness and charm to get away with swindling people for a living and NOT die by pissing off the wrong person. Now that he's dead, old, and at rock fucking bottom he doesn't really care about it anymore but he still has that gentlemanly smoothness about him without even trying. Especially now that he just doesn't give a fuck about anything anymore he's extremely blunt and forward about what he thinks about people. Like he's not even trying to charm them, its just his honest opinion.
Husk: You're far to kind for this world, princess. But perhaps that also makes you stronger than the rest of us too; Finding reason to be kind to people without anything in return. I hope you never lose that softness in your heart.
Charlie, on the verge of tears: T-thanks you đ
Husk: Look all I'm saying is that if Heaven wants to lose their best warrior because she's an ACTUAL angel with good morals unlike the monsters they have amongst their ranks, then its no skin off our backs. Bastards don't deserve you anyways Vaggie.
Vaggie, blushing as she fiddles with the hem of her skirt: Uh, yeah...thanks...đł
Husk: I mean, I wasn't all that surprised that you didn't "look" the part of the Devil. Partly because Charlie looks the way she looks and she's cute as a button. But also the books back on Earth said you were God's most perfect angel and I mean, like, *shrugs* they weren't wrong.
Lucifer, giggling like an awkward school girl: Ahaha, you're sooo funny đ« đ
Husk: Look, you're a decent guy: you're smart, funny in that goofy charming sort of way, and pretty decent in the looks department by sinner standards. Plus if the rumors are true after that night in the club, you're not bad in the sack either. đ
Sir Pentious, fan himself like a victorian lady: Oh my đł
Husk, pissed: I swear if i wasn't on your damn leash I'd rip out your throat with my bare fucking teeth so you can finally shut the fuck up.
Alastor, desperately pretending that unhinged comment didn't make him internally swoon: My, my Husker, if you wanted a raise, all you had to do was ask~ đ
Husk: You look good like this.
Angel, flirty: Like what? I look good every day Suga~
Husk, soft and genuine: Happy....when you're happy, when you're enjoying yourself, you have this glow about you.
Angel, breathless: Glow?
Husk, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck: Ha, kinda cheesy, but that's the best way I can describe it.
Angel: đłđ„șđ
#bunny talks#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#charlie morningstar#vaggie hazbin hotel#angel dust hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#sir pentious hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#huskerdust#husk hitting them with that old man rizz đ„”
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Kinktober 2024
Day 4: Mirror Sex
Kim Mingyu x Reader Word Count: 1,089 THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!! Warnings: Sort of soft dom!Mingyu, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, talk of insecurities and self-doubt. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! A/N: If you would like to be added to my Kinktober taglist, you can send an ask, send a dm, or comment on any of my Kinktober-related posts with the username that you'd like tagged. Happy reading!
Fic is under the cut.
You had no idea what Kim Mingyu saw in you. You had met some of the women he previously associated himself with, and they were gorgeous. He had been with models, actresses, and even other idols before the two of you started seeing each other. You hated to admit this but seeing him with idols that he used to date or hook up with made you feel really insecure, to say the least. You thought that you were doing a decent job of hiding your insecurities from him, but he knew you better than you realized.
Mingyu thought that you were one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. He told you how beautiful you were all the time, but you usually dismissed it as him just being nice. So, he started to think about ways that he could get you to see yourself the way that he did. As he considered a few options, an idea came to mind. It was an idea that he wasnât sure you would be up for, but it was still worth a shot.
The night started like any other. Mingyu picked you up, and you got dinner at your favorite restaurant. After, he took you home. It didnât take long after that for his hands to find their way to your ass while he kissed you. Not that you were complaining, of course. Mingyu had made it abundantly clear from the way he spoke to you on the drive home what his intentions were for the night. The part that differed from your expectations, however, was being dragged to your bathroom instead of your bedroom when he pulled away from the kiss.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked.
âWell, I had an idea for something different we could try tonight.â
âWhat is it?â
âMe fucking you in front of the mirror.â
You thought for a moment before you nodded and said, âOk, but why?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhy are we doing this, Mingyu?â
âWe are doing this so you can see how sexy you are,â he said matter-of-factly.
âBut Iâm not.â
âYes you are. And if you argue with me about it, Iâm going home. Got it?â
âGot it,â you mumbled. You were nervous about seeing yourself in such a vulnerable state, but your desire to get fucked outweighed your desire to protest the mirror.
âBend over, angel.â
You did as you were told, and Mingyu pulled up your dress just enough to rip your panties off. The next thing you knew, his pants and boxers were on the floor, and you could feel his tip poking at your entrance. Before anything else happened, he said, âAre you sure youâre ok with this?â
âIâm sure. I trust you.â
That was all Mingyu needed to hear to slowly push his hips forward. When he finally felt you, he let out a low moan that drove you crazy. While initially you had been hesitant, you had to admit that you liked being able to see his face in the mirror. The expression on his face as he entered you turned you on more than you expected it to. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open like he was still surprised at how good you felt.
Mingyu gave you a moment to adjust, then he started to fuck you. As he did, he opened his eyes just enough to see you in the mirror. When he saw how fucked-out you already looked, he chastised himself for not having this idea sooner. He loved fucking you from behind, but he also loved seeing your face when he fucked you. Bending you over your bathroom sink and fucking you in front of a mirror gave him the best of both worlds. If the look on your face and the noises leaving your mouth were any indication, you were enjoying yourself quite a bit too.
Just when you thought that the pleasure you were feeling couldnât get any more intense, Mingyu reached one of his hands around you to rub your clit. The combined stimulation was almost too much, but you loved it. With a moan that was almost loud enough to be a scream, you said, âHarder, please.â
Mingyu didnât need to be told twice. He snapped his hips forward faster than he had been, while keeping the pressure applied to your clit consistent. You felt like you were on cloud nine, and you never wanted it to end. As Mingyu fucked you, you occasionally looked up at the mirror. His face as he lost himself in pleasure was a sight that you wanted to see every night, and you hoped that he felt the same about you.
It didnât take much longer for Mingyu to feel his orgasm approaching. He warned you that he was close, but he didnât have time to pull out like he typically would have. So, with a loud moan, he released inside of you. You should have been concerned, but in the moment you couldnât have cared less. In fact, it only heightened the pleasure you were feeling, and you felt your own orgasm hit you shortly after. The boost to Mingyuâs ego when you screamed his name as you came was astronomical.
The two of you caught your breath, and Mingyu quickly turned you around to kiss you. This kiss felt different, though. Typically, when he kissed you, it was nothing more than an act of foreplay. You didnât really mind that, but you had to admit that you preferred the way he was kissing you now. It was a kiss that was full of love, and you felt like you were in heaven.
When Mingyu pulled away, he said, âYouâre beautiful. You know that, right?â You nodded, and he smiled. Then the two of you cleaned yourselves up and got into bed together. Once you were both settled, he asked, âWhat if we were more than fuck buddies?â
âDo you mean like a couple?â
âYeah. What do you think about that?â
âI think that sounds lovely.â
He smiled again, and you kissed him like you would never see him again, excited to start a new chapter of your relationship. Then the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddling in bed and talking about whatever came to mind until sleep overtook you. You had to admit that while you were skeptical at first, you did enjoy Mingyuâs new idea. Especially since it led to the two of you finally becoming a couple.
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keigo x f!reader
warnings: slight manga spoilers, rimming, ass eating, handjob, spit, semi submissive keigo, office sex. 1.9k
for my dearly beloved @pastelle-rabbit
Keigo has always had a tendency to take it as easy as he can, with fierce wings that was never a problem for him. A speed unmatched that allowed him to, even with constant fires to put out and criminals to stop, have a decent amount of free time on his hands.Â
Now he always seemed buried in paperwork and endless phone calls and text messages. Ever a man to take too much on his shoulders and he no longer possesses the ability to take to the freedom of the sky.Â
Now more than ever he seems like a bird trapped in a cage. You just want to relieve his stress, give him a moment of reprieve at the very least.Â
You heave a bereft sigh as you ride the elevator up the freshly repaired HPSC building. Tapping your foot against the expensive and unreasonable marble flooring of the lift, arms folded over your chest before the melodic ding signals your arrival.Â
Steel doors opening up to the pitiful sight of Keigo cradling his head in his hand as his elbow rests on the too big ornately designed dark oak desk. Piles of paperwork littering either side of his desk, the out part of the pile stacked high but still it pales to the size of the documents yet to be reviewed.Â
Budget expenditures, new agency applications, construction permits, zoning and rezoning requests, applications for new heroes and sidekicks from fresh UA graduates and preparing the provisional license exams for the first years for multiple hero academies. Â
Worst of all is Keigo is more than aware he could lighten his load if he had the time to find the replacements for the new board of directors heâs yet to appoint, Best Jeanist can only help so much in the interim. Keigo is also hellbent on never letting the association revert back to the system it was, the corruption and abuse it facilitated to new generations of heroes.Â
Determined to never let another person suffer the way Nagant and himself had. Extending his desires to the villains because Hawks would be remiss not to acknowledge that the association of the past had an equal if not greater hand as the individual heroes and civilians in creating the villains that spearheaded the war theyâd won.
He doesnât want anyone to suffer anymore, he doesnât want to make child soldiers, that legacy dies with him.Â
âAngel,â you call with the affectionate pet name, figuring heâs visited so often by a range of employees that the bell is hardly a call for attention anymore. Tone a soft singsong that visibly brightens your fiancĂ©.Â
Shoulders no longer sagging and his focus melts into delight at the sight of you. Broad smile spreads on handsome features that force the new scars on his face to stretch giving a sort of rugged look to him. He looks older beyond his years, you hope you can lighten the load.Â
âHey dove, you didnât tell me you were stopping by,â breezy as he pats at his pockets and lifts papers in search of his phone just in case you had and heâd missed the text. He's been slightly less readily available to you than he appreciates.Â
âI wanted to surprise you,â you close the gap just as he stands from his plush leather chair, rounding the corner as he pivots to receive you. âI canât have you working yourself to death after surviving a war now can I?âÂ
He chuckles at that, arms snaking around your waist as yours loop over his shoulders, both giving a chaste kiss in greeting. Keigo continues to hold you even after the fleeting contact, stealing one or two more before he sighs, âthereâs a mountain of paperwork that would give Fuji an inferiority complex.âÂ
You giggle over his playfully pettish tone, tinkling sound bleeding into boisterous laughter thatâs music to his ears when you turn your head to see him petulantly push at the precarious stack. Precious pout on pretty lips you canât resist as you steal another kiss of your own, cupping his face as you let this one linger.Â
Your free hand sliding over the short hairs of his undercut for your nails to scrape pleasantly at his scalp. Eliciting a moan and making his shoulders fall slackÂ
âYou need to relax more, Kei,â uttered against his lips as you move to the corner. Dotting affections along his cheek to his jawline before nipping at his pierced lobe, draping against him as your lips find the shell of ear to whisper hotly.Â
âLet me be the first to help you then,â tone taking on a sultry lilt as you litter his throat with slow brushes of your lips. Following the outline of the snaking scar that disappears beneath the collar of his suit. Nipping teasingly as you unfasten the first three buttons of his crisp dress shirt before sliding your hands into his jacket from his shoulders. Pushing the material down until Keigo shrugs it off his arms to crumple on the floor before you kick it away.Â
âYouâve been so tense lately Kei,â cooing softly as each touch continues to grow more heated between you both. You sigh when he hums lowly in response, pretty smile finding your lips as your palms smooth over his chest, âI hate to see you so wound up.âÂ
Keigo is inherently receptive to your touch, chin tilting upwards to grant you better access to him as his fingers press into the small of your back in a bid to have you closer to him. His hand gently cups the slope of your shoulder for your attention, tucking his chin to take you for another kiss. Tongue swiping over the seam of your lips before you open your mouth to him, encouraging to press forward.Â
Pinning you slightly as his free hand moves to slide lower, pawing at the curve of your ass to the back of your thigh with intent to pull up your skirt and bunch it at your hips before you untangle from him to grasp at his wrists without breaking the kiss.Â
Keigo blinks blearily, somewhat confused and disoriented when you remove yourself from him as you caress his cheek tenderly. Gaze softening when he leans into your palm, âthis is about you honey, not me.âÂ
He takes care of you and everyone else enough, you think heâs more than owed a moment of selfishness.Â
Easily arranging him to reverse your positions, silently encouraging him to place his palms flat onto the table top as your hands find their perch on his hips. Pulling him towards you slightly before they slide forward on his pelvis. Stopping at his belt buckle as you undo it with ease, loosening it enough to dangle against his thighs before snapping the clasp of his slacks. Teasingly sliding the zipper down agonizingly slowly while your free hand slips beneath the band of his boxer briefs.Â
Simply feeling along the taut flesh before your other hand slips in on the other side. Working both his pants and underwear down while your cheek rests against his mid back, enjoying the way his torso expands with greater births of deep inhales. Reveling in the way he breathes when heâs relaxed but with a tinge of anticipation. Itâs been so long since heâs treated himself to even a can of his favorite coffee, let alone an indulgence like this thatâs sure to loosen every tense muscle in his weathered body.Â
You kick your leg out behind you while you palm over his steadily hardening length, cupping him gently while your foot hooks his chair. Pulling it to you until it hits the backs of your knees before you perch at the edge of the seat.Â
Deft digits encircling his semihard cock as you find a slow rhythm, pumping leisurely as you push his bottoms down until they pool at his ankles. Kissing the base of his spine as soft sighs hiss from his parted lips, supporting his weight on one arm as he tosses a glance over his shoulder at you.Â
Giggling to yourself when you press your thumb into his cheek to spread him slightly and he holds his breath when you lean forward. Golden gaze meeting your unwavering one as you lean forward, playfully sinking your teeth into the pliant muscle adjacent to the one your fingers massage at as he groans at the feel. A slight frustration to his anticipation but you wonât withhold from him any longer.Â
Tongue tracing teasingly around the puckered hole as your thumb messily spreads the pre that leaks from his tip already. Holding Keigo in place when he tenses at the sudden sensation despite how divine it already feels. Eyes rolling as he slumps slightly while you take care of your favorite hero.Â
Humming coyly before you lean forward, lips pursed as saliva gathers on your tongue before you push it forward past your teeth. Letting the glob fall as your thumbs hold him open for you before you chase your spit. Lewdly slurping as a pleased hum rumbles in your chest when Keigo slumps forward on his desk to submit to the pleasure you generously. Â
Papers scattering as he completely bends himself over the desk now, ass lifting slightly higher as his fingers grip at the edge of it before he bites a curled knuckle to stifle a moan.Â
âThe walls arenât sâshitâ soundproof honey.âÂ
You only hum in feigned concern as you continue to pump your fist down his twitching cock and lap lasciviously at him to force sinful sounds from the love of your life.Â
Working him easily and he truly mustâve been so much more wound up than you thought with how quickly heâs putty in your hands. Whole bodied trembles wracking through him as his hips buck helplessly into your fist.Â
Shuddering breathing increasing as you twist your wrist and your tongue delves past the tight ring of his ass. Enjoying how he steadily becomes unable to quiet himself, growing more vocal and desperate for release with every swipe and curl of your tongue.Â
Dual sensations nearly making him teary as the coil in the pit of his stomach winds tightly before it snaps all together. Throaty groan rumbling in his chest before it rips from his throat, body tensing as waves of white hot pleasure wash over him and still you work him through it. Â
Focusing more on tasting him than making sure he made a mess of your hand. Sticky ropes of pearly white dripping onto the floor beneath his desk while Keigo bucks helplessly into your fist until his gently takes your wrist.Â
Moving to stand up before the threat of overstimulation makes him oversensitive despite knowing thatâs just what you want.Â
âToo much sweet dove,â voice tight as you relent to him, standing to drape against him and kiss his collarbones. Grinning at his heavy exhale as he pulls his pants up, groaning slightly when he sees the small puddle between his polished black wingtips.Â
âAh, thatâs an unfortunate mess,â though he chuckles about it as he buttons his pants and redoes his belt. Â
You glance downward to see what he means before you hiss on your inhale at the sight, glancing back up at him sheepishly with a cute shrug of your shoulders.
âWell.. you were saying you hated the carpet in here,â while Keigo lovingly swipes away spit from the corner of your lips as he chuckles.Â
âWhen youâre right youâre right dove,â kissing your forehead first as he pulls you closer, pressing you to his chest before his finger curls beneath your chin to give a lingering affectionate kiss, âlet's head home. Iâll take a half day today.âÂ
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Hi! I'm currently on my traffy brain rot-
May I request a law x Reader but reader has a tendency of always wearing headphones and/or play music on full blast because she can't stand silence too much. I mean I can't stand silence because you don't know what's in a specific space and silence just means something negative in me lmao.
Also, I listen to music mostly because I feel/express emotions more freely than without music because I find emotions hard to feel/express. It's alright if you don't add this to reader but I hope this helps somewhat explaining their love for blasting music.
Hello!! Traffy brain rot is SO REAL GOSH. It just comes randomly and sticks for months at a time good lord.
I also have headphones on most of the time, it's how I focus and sometimes is the only way I can get any work done, I hate the silence, there's always something on my TV or in my ears.
I hope you enjoy!!
Law knows when youâve taken over his office, itâs the only time thereâs ever music blasting from a radio snail or whatever little device it was you picked up on an island before. He doesnât mind it per say, only because you have decent music tastes and itâs normally something he can tolerate, he doesnât mind those moments when youâre both in there. Heâll usually be reviewing charts or the supplies list before your next docking, while youâd be writing up reports heâs asked for, itâs always comfortable even with music blaring as you work.
This time, your music isnât playing out loud, youâve got your headphones on and it makes Law wonder if something might be wrong today. You only really have your headphones on if you need to be left completely alone, even then you donât take over his office but stay in your room or the common area, not wanting to feel like a bother towards your captain/boyfriend. Heâd never call you a bother, Law loved you too much to ever think that. He doesnât mind when you take over his office or bedroom honestly, anything for you to feel safe and comfortable, heâs willing to allow.
It only really becomes a problem when you donât hear him speaking to you. A few times youâve left your headphones on during crew meetings and heâs had to stop and make sure youâre listening, making you hand them over until he was done. At least it meant you werenât in silence, not with your crewmates talking to and whispering with you. Your headphones arenât on all the time, only when itâs too quiet, and you canât stand the silence anymore.
And then, the other time itâs a slight problem, is when he needs to check in with you on your reports or anything else, and you donât hear him.
âHey, hey.â You jump when Law taps your shoulder, surprising him when you turn your head quickly, wide eyed when you know heâs done this before to get your attention. Taking your headphones off, you ask him what he needs and he points at the report on your desk. âHave you finished that yet?â
âOh, shaking your head, you turn back to it and slip your headphones back on, âAlmost, just a few more minutes, okay?â
Nodding, Law almost leaves you alone to finish, before putting his hand on yours, making you stop your music again as you give him a questioning look.
âWhat are you listening to?â
âMm, itâs Utaâs new song. Itâs really catchy, you wanna hear it?â
âNo, Iâm fine,â you shrug and go back to work, while Law puts an arm around your shoulders and kisses the top of your head, âJust making sure you are too.â
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Due to not being able to find a decent reference for Danse's room, I used this video to sketch out a floor plan!!
Along with references for what all the furniture looks like:
Details and rambling below the cut!
General notes:
The only time we see his room is after Blind Betrayal. I wonder if he brought anything from his room with him, despite leaving the duffle bag near the door?
He has a ton of storage space. Like, a lot. He doesn't even have a footlocker at the end of his bed it's just an entire metal box.
Despite that, he has nowhere to sit. Not even his desk has a chair.
Also he has a rug between his bed and his big drawer! Cute!
Pet food bowl near his door with fresh bloatfly meat in it. Not only does he manually open the door for Emmett to enter and leave (no cat door), but Emmett visits often enough that he goes out of his way to give him a bowl of fresh food! Does Quinlan even feed him!?
Has a lot of random cardboard boxes filled with papers and stuff on his floor. Given that the filing cabinet is for files, I wonder if these are books or journals?
Has a plain old bed with no pillows or blankets. Like most beds, this is probably done for game reasons (like animations or clipping) instead of canon reasons. At least I HOPE he sleeps with a blanket!!
On top of his safe is three dog food cans, maybe supposed to represent cat food. Also has a can of cram on his big drawer. I wonder if he stores more food in there!
The flag is actually a smaller one, but I couldn't find the exact model on the wiki. I find it interesting that he has a pole flag instead of a regular wall one. It just looks so sad :(
Has a lot of small blue and wood boxes around his room that I didn't include in the floor plan, they're empty I'm pretty sure
I didn't realize people outside of middle school used lockers, especially SIX of them. What do you even store in lockers?? Can't be clothes since they have multiple segments, hung clothes wouldn't fit and folded clothes would probably fall out.
No real personal stuff like holotapes or journal entries. I would have expected something unique! He also has no decorations other than that one sad droopy flag, but I guess it'd be hard to hang up paintings when the walls are made of metal. Can't just hammer a nail into that!
As a note, I think items within storage containers are randomized, so I didn't bother looking at them while making this.
Desk and filing cabinet:
Whisky and vodka bottles, no shot glass in sight. He is chugging those straight from the bottle. Not as many bottles as Maxson, at least!
Also an entire carton of cigarettes and an ashtray. He canonically smokes and doesn't even bother going outside to do it, his room must reek of cigarettes.
A food tray and mug, which is... interesting? Does he often eat alone in his room?
Filing cabinet for files, probably does paperwork at this desk as well.
Drawers:
Has like, three wrenches, as well as a tool box. This must be his workshop!
A lunch pail and a nuka cola. This table is right next to his desk so it makes sense he has food and drinks here. Surprised there's no water!
Speaking of the table... it's an institute table. Probably just done for aesthetic purposes, but I found that interesting
Let me know if you have any opinions, headcanons, or things I missed!
#glad to know danse canonically stands in his room (no chairs) eating his dinner with Emmett instead of at the mess halls#and he has many cardboard boxes of random papers he refuses to throw away#my man becomes more autism coded by the day#fallout 4#paladin danse#brotherhood of steel#fallout lore#idk can i tag this as my art???#my art
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little things they do for you
word count: 900+
content warning: mentions of body image (if I am missing anything please let me know and I will add it!)
Lucifer
invites you into his study whenever he gets a new record. he prefers listening to it with you in his arms. also, he'll play the piano for you if you ask him.
will praise you for minor or major accomplishments. even if you don't think something deserves praise he gives it to you anyways. he's so proud of his human.Â
wakes you up gently by rubbing your back or your shoulder. sometimes if you've stayed up late studying or working he peppers your face with gentle kisses (he will drag you out of bed lovingly if he needs to)
Mammon
will hype you up and be your partner in crime. will indulge in creating chaos or doing something stupid with you. you have his full support and he'd do anything for you, even if it results in him getting strung up by Lucifer. he'll happily take the blame and punishments for you.Â
will let you have control over the radio and heat/ac settings in his car. will let you put your feet up on the dashboard too. he bought a car charger for you in case you forget to bring yours and he'll order for you in the drive-thru (has what you want memorized, but still asks if you want something else)Â
helps you with chores. does laundry with you and carries your laundry basket (cleans out the lint trap for you too) does the dishes with you, he washes while you dry or vice versa. moves furniture for you while you vacuum (let him woo you by showing off his strength) want to rearrange your room at 3 am? he'll help you.Â
Levi
if you're into cosplay he'll make outfits for you. he'll make sure it fits perfectly and has some wiggle room for comfort.
will let you sit on his lap and help you get through hard levels or help you find new areas and items. will guide your hand with his while doing so and praise you.Â
if you're anxious about something he'll try anything to ease some of your anxiety. he'll give your hand reassuring squeezes or talk you through a breathing exercise or simply listen to you talk about what's making you anxious. he'll look up more ways to deal with anxiety and practice them with you.Â
Satan
texts you quotes from books or poems that remind him of you or when he wants to be romantic. he sometimes takes inspiration from romance novels when planning a date. also surprises you with flowers for no reason.Â
will help you study or write an essay. teaches you how to color code, organize, find proper resources, and reassures you that you're doing a good job. he'll be patient and adapt his techniques to any learning style you prefer.Â
will spend hours with you in a bookstore, and carry any books you want to buy. if you like to spend a decent amount of time in certain genre aisles, he'll grab books you can't reach or just be content standing near you while you look through the books.Â
Asmo
want an outfit that didn't come in your size or was sold out? he'll somehow get it for you or make one for you. need some alterations done? say less. see something you like but you're low on funds? say less.Â
have any pain, discomfort, or trouble relaxing? he's got heating pads, pain relievers, an aroma diffuser, bath salts, anything you can think of for pain relief or relaxation. he also gives really good massages.Â
will help you with any insecurities you may have. reassuring words, compliments, and sticky notes on any mirrors to remind you that you're beautiful and are worthy of so much more than you think you deserve. will buy you products that help enhance your natural beauty. he'll also help you take care of yourself with little reminders or help you establish and keep up with a daily routine.
Beel
lets you wear his clothes if you're having one of those days where you just want to hide your body or just want to feel super comfy and smell like him.
he reminds you to eat every day. he understands if it's hard sometimes for you to eat at least 3 meals a day or eat when you're not feeling well. will ask if you'd like some of his food or if he can make you anything. will also let you steal food off his plate.Â
will support you and keep you motivated if you want to work out. he'll get on the treadmill next to you or go for a walk with you. anything you want to do he'll do it with you. shares his water bottle with you if yours is empty. will make smoothies, protein shakes, or trail mix with you. he'll encourage body positivity, but won't cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable.Â
Belphie
gives you space and understands if you don't want to take a nap with him or cuddle. will offer to let you borrow one of his blankets or pillows to sleep with instead.
will comfort you if you have nightmares or trouble sleeping. don't feel secure after a nightmare? he'll hold you close or act like a weighted blanket for you.Â
lets you kick him in your sleep and he'll adapt to any of your sleeping positions. want to sleep like a starfish with one leg up on the wall? that's fine, he'll make room for you and find a different way to cuddle.
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feel free to comment, reblog, shoot me a message, or an ask <3
please do not use my work as your own!Â
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Hi! I recently saw W2H2 part 1 and I must say itâs pretty amazing! Even better then the first one (which I loved btw), I know you anticipated that it wouldnât have been full done, but I still wished the animation and the coloring were completed, like the first short. Nevertheless It has its charm anyway so good job, still amazing as always ! I just wanted to ask a few questions about Mephistopheles:
1) Is Mephistopheles actually capable of being evil and doing evil things as well ? Is he the type of guy that is usually pretty chill but can get REALLY angry if you piss him off? At the end of the first act, he said to Sock that he would fired him if he didnât complete the job⊠did he mean literally âto fire himâ (like burn or hurt him), or just meant âfired from the jobâ without causing him any harm? I am very curious about this character, I find him pretty charming and interesting! (I also love his character design)
2) How long will it be before the second and third parts of W2H2 release more or less (Months, yearsâŠ)? And how long each part will be? Donât wanna put preassure on you ofc , Iâm just curious but I will be patient if thatâs the case!
Thank you for this amazing little cartoon! I really love the plot and the characters and I look foward to see more! I hope youâll reply soon and thank u again <33 (also sorry for my bad english but I am Italian eheh)
haha... yeah I'm getting that comment from a lot of people. But idk, when I look at the first short it looks pretty incomplete to me! Like to me, I think having better animation and less color is a decent trade-off, but I guess for a lot of people the color really did a lot of heavy-lifting. Anyway, I know it's a little disappointing, but my options were "call it good enough and post it", or "drive myself crazy working on it until I die", I know that sounds dramatic, and maybe I could've forced myself to finish at least throwing color on it, but I don't know, I didn't want to start resenting the thing I'm supposed to be passionate about. I kinda put myself between a rock and a hard place, didn't I? Sorry for the rant! I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway, haha. UHHH on to questions! 1. Mephistopheles is complicated. Or at least, I think he is, and I'm trying to figure out what that balance is. (I have an entire wordpad file full of notes/thoughts on Mephistopheles from one of my friends who's given a surprising amount of thought to the morality of the character that I'm gonna have to reference moving forward, haha). But as for my original thoughts on the character--- I don't consider him evil, but I think he's capable of doing things we would call 'evil', just like any human is. And like humans, he can be motivated by flawed, negative thoughts and feelings; spite, revenge, jealousy, whatever. But unlike humans he exists outside of space and time, and he's not a human himself, so his perception of morality is just different. The "you're fired" comment is meant to be a little confusing... like, you come to expect these stupid hell jokes from him, but then he clarifies "that wasn't a pun". And he's the devil, so maybe he's not joking. He COULD condemn Sock to hell. So that's the stakes of the story! If Meph is serious, Sock could be in a lot of trouble. We're not sure exactly how lenient he's going to be, or how trust-worthy he is. He's the devil! Toying with people is kind of his whole thing! haha. 2. It's not gonna' be another 10 years, that's for sure!!! Most of Part 2 is already rough animated (at least as much as Part 1 has been). There's still... one or two scenes that need more animation, and pretty much every shot of Shadow!Jonathan still needs to be done. It also needs more backgrounds, but there's FEWER backgrounds in Part 2 (Hell is just a re-usable Shadow-Realmy-y void), and a lot of the stuff from Jonathan's house can be re-used with different lighting. I'll have a better idea of the timeline once I sit down and crack it open again... and it's about to get kind of busy with the holidays and all, but it should be finished some time next year! Hopefully in the first half of 2025! I'll try to keep everyone posted. Anyway thanks for your questions! Hope this helped!
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miss americana and the heartbreak prince
â08. It's So Sweet âword count: 5.2k âwarnings: none :) love, mackie... um... yeah. yeahhhh. sorry sorry sorry if you still read this fic. surprise I guess! its NOT as dead as you thought it was. See you guys again in four months. hopefully sooner if there is a God.
Charles, teeth dug into his tongue so hard he can taste copper, manages to keep from slipping up for the remainder of his time in Georgia. He swallows it down, chokes on an I love you everytime she looks at him for days that feel like an eternity.Â
The flight out to France that marks the end of his stay had spent weeks serving as a dreadful backmarker, but now it was one of solace, saving him from himself. He knows better than to spit out âI love youâ two months in. He knows better, but he also knows. Simple as that. He just knows.Â
Heâs good at keeping it down during phone calls and voice memos and FaceTimes because thereâs no fucking way heâs stupid enough to say it over the phone. Whenever he does finally deem the time to be right, itâll be inches from her face, with all the time in the world ahead of them. Her smile will be there, just waiting to be kissed.Â
It definitely will not be while sheâs grading papers or reviewing a movie or putting purple refills in her pen, even though he finds himself thinking just how plain and simple he loves her when sheâs doing those things.Â
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Charles spends the holidays with his family in France, coming pretty much directly from his time with Chris and her family in Georgia.Â
They quiz him like thereâs no tomorrow about all of it; on Chris, and her family and her city and her life. He thinks he does a half-decent job at keeping his cards close to his chest; hiding his tells and acting completely normal and regular and plain about it all.Â
Well. He can be coy and secretive to everyone but his mom. Motherâs always know when their sons are in love, and Pascale has always been particularly apt at seeing straight through her boys and the bullshit they try to feed her.Â
Heâs helping with dinner dishesâworking hard to get those extra points towards being the favorite son this weekendâwhen she confronts him about it. He knows heâs in trouble. Heâs never been able to lie to her in a way that was even sort-of convincing.Â
âSo, ChrisâŠâ she hums, drying three two forks at once with a damp towel. âIs this going to be something?â She asks. Charles shrugs, squeezing more blue dish soap onto the plate in his other hand. âThatâs too much,â she remarks.Â
He ignores the comment, moves the scrubbing sponge over the plate in small circles. âItâs new, still.â
âBut you like her?â
He chuckles. Of course he likes her. He wouldnât be dating her, traveling to see her, introducing her to his family if he didnât at least like her. Thatâd just be cruel. âI like her a lot,â he says. I like her the most, he bites his tongue. He rinses the soap from the plate.Â
Pascale nods, soft smile on her lips when she takes the plate from his hand, drying it carefully. âJust like, is that right, Charles?â
He knows what she means, what sheâs implying. They both know sheâs right, too, but he canât stand to admit it. He feels like if he does, if he actually speaks the words out loud, thereâs no way heâs going to be able to keep it in anymore. Itâll be breaking the seal, and he canât. Not yet. He doesnât have it in him yet. âMaman,â he says, and his tone is laced with her answer, soft and sweet and pleading in a desperate way.Â
She smiles, sets the plate down onto the counter gently. It still clatters against the marble. âI know,â she hums, hand finding his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.
Charles spends New Yearâs Eve in London. Heâs with his brothers and his friends and like, all of their girlfriends. Heâs been pathetically texting her the entire trip going on about iâll buy your ticket if you want to come and it would be so much more fun with you here.
What Charles doesnât know is that Chris is on her way, and that sheâd been planning the surprise with Joris for three weeks. After a red eye flight from Atlanta that lands a little before two in the afternoon in London, Joris manages to sneak off from the group to meet her at the hotel and give her a key to his room. She hides out there for most of the afternoon while Joris tries to convince the group to head back to the hotel for a few hours without spoiling the surprise of why they should go back to the hotel in the middle of the day.Â
When he finally gets them back to the hotel, he waits fifteen minutes to text her the all clear, to let her know that she can come and execute the surprise.Â
It takes her an almost comical amount of time to find his room, considering itâs in the same hallway as everyone elseâ rooms, and only ends up being three or four doors down from where sheâd started. When she finally finds it, sheâs hit with a sudden wave of anxiety.Â
What if he doesnât want me here? She worries. Her hands get clammy and she stands there in front of the door like a complete idiot just waiting for her body to do something, to do anything. Finally, she brings her fist to the door and knocks.Â
Voices are muffled and heavy feet shuffle on the other side of the door before finally, after what feels like an eternity of loud bickering from the boys about whoâs going to open the door, Chris is face to face with Charles, stupid, toothy grin on her face. âOh,â he says.Â
Behind him, the guys jeer in French, but neither of them are paying any attention. Chris can't stop laughing, standing there, staring at Charles in the doorway. He stares right back, his eyes a window into the gears that turn behind them, processing⊠processing⊠processing so incredibly slowly. âAre you gonna hug me, or just stare at me?â She finally asks, and he laughs, snapping into reality, pulling her into a tight hug.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He questions, pressing a hard kiss into her hair, and then he laughs even harder. âHow did you get here?â
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Chris isnât there for more than a couple daysâshe has to be back at work as winter break winds to a close, and Charles has training camp in Italy at the end of the week. Itâs a quick visit, but they make the most of it, and they do get their new yearâs eve kiss.Â
Itâs been, like, a month and a half since Chris was last in Monaco, but itâs been just two and a half weeks since someone posted a TikTok of Charles and her walking around Monte Carlo together. That means, itâs been two weeks of Chris stumbling upon, and falling down rabbit holes of, Charlesâ fan accounts desperately trying to put a face to the back of the head of the girl in the video.Â
Sheâs less interested in are they going to figure out who I am and more interested in are they at least, like, close? The answer is no. No, they are not even kind-of close to connecting Chris with him. Itâs all models and friends and people he follows on Instagram and even one ex-girlfriend, but definitely no American kindergarten teachers.Â
The fire is only fed, though, when on New Yearâs Eve, drunk on Moscow Mules and equipped with the worldâs most fashionable LED glasses, Charles is posted showing off the look. Under his arm, equally as drunk off espresso martinis, is Chris, engaged in conversation with Joris beside her.Â
Itâs been two-thousand twenty-three for fifteen minutes, and Instagram explore pages across the world are already filled with pictures of the side of her head and Charlesâ goofy heart-eyed glasses.
Chris is too drunk to know, much less care, but when she does find out about it, she wonât be bothered. She thinks that maybe she never will be a big dealâcertainly not as big of one as he seems to think it is. Nothing is going to happen, she tells him so many times it doesnât even sound like a sentence anymore. Who cares if everyone figures out who I am?
January isnât much but settling into a routine. Theyâre both busy with a million and one different thingsâjust a little peek into any sort of future they hope to have togetherâand itâs the end of the month before they see each other in person again.Â
Every post he makes on social mediaâevery video, photo, story, mention, and repost is run through a microscope, carefully dissected searching for a repeat like and commenter, for an unfamiliar womanâs voice or a hand or a coat or a head of hair. Names fly around in a tornado of guesses, and none of them are correct.Â
Itâs an easy routine to fall into; scheduled phone calls, FaceTime dates twice a week, and sneakily sent texts in the middle of the workday. Sometimes it feels like they arenât all that far apart, like he could walk out the front door and get into his car and drive for fifteen minutes and be at her house, eat dinner at the same table, fall asleep at the same time, in the same bed. Other times, they can feel every step of the four-thousand, six-hundred, ninety-five miles that separate them, when itâs all pictures of dinner and goodmorning texts seen three hours later and delayed, laggy FaceTime calls.Â
Itâs on one of those calls, where her face is frozen mid-conversation, that sheâs gushing about how excited she is for some school event at the end of the month, the Art show, sheâd called it, and whenâafter sorting out the camera issue for the time beingâheâd asked for clarification on what exactly an Art show is, sheâd explained the whole event with a big, excited smile on her face.Â
âOh my gosh!â Sheâd laughed, pulling her legs underneath her. âOkay, so, itâs the coolest thing. Basically, the art department displays all of the art the students have made so far this year all throughout the year, and the kids get to show it off to all their family. They set up a book fair in the library, and they serve ice-cream in the cafeteria,â she explains, âAll the teachers go, and they bring their families, too,â she nods. âItâs really cool. I like to see how proud the kids are of their work.â
He decides then, in that very moment, that he doesnât want to hear about this in text messages and photos and Facetime calls. He wants to be thereâfeel her energy, her pride, her smile. It just pours out of his mouth, what if I came? And then, before she can even come up with a response, If thatâs okay, obviously. If you even would like, want that, you know.Â
She bites down on a smile. âI thought you wanted to keep things quiet?â she chuckles, âbe all protective of me and stuff?âÂ
Charles shrugs. âI donât think anyone would believe Iâm at a primary schoolâs art-fair in the middle-of-nowhere America.â
âI mean, I donât care,â she explains, tucking her bangs behind her ears. âBut you do. Iâd love it if you could be there.â
He smiles. âYouâd love it?â
âI would!â She laughs, leaning forward, closer to the camera. âYouâd better come for more than just a day though,â she continues, slumping back against the couch behind her, picking at the cuticles on her thumb, raising her brows when she quietly adds: âI can think of lots of other things Iâd love to do with you.â
He shakes his head, dimples digging into his cheeks. âYouâre a tease, Christyn,â he taunts, and her head shoots up from her cuticle.Â
âYou have such a dirty mind, Charlie!â she laughs, and his cheeks burn at the nickname, at the accusation.Â
âDonât call me that,â he mutters, and she only laughs harder, smiles bigger.Â
âWhy?â She teases, crossing her arms over her chest, cocking her head to the side playfully. âBecause it makes you blush?â
â â âÂ
Thereâs really only one of Chrisâ students that Charles knows by name: Quinn. Or, as Chris usually refers to her, my sweet, sweet, little Quinnie. Quinnie is not at the art show. Chris goes on to explain that she and her family are never at any of the school eventsâno open houses, no field trips, no choir recitals or art shows or parent teacher conferences. If itâs not a free event that takes place during school hours, neither Quinn or her siblings will be there, and their Mother will never be there because sheâs always at work.Â
So, no Quinn to win over. He does, however, meet what may be the cutest kid heâs ever been face-to-face with in Landry, a little girl with two long brown braids and a strawberry patterned dress on. Landry is the first of her students to find their teacher, and completely ignores him to tug Chrisâ arm towards the little girlâs artwork hung in the hallway.Â
âIâll be right back,â she says hurriedly, over her shoulder, letting the little girl pull her away. Charles nods and flashes her a quick wink before sheâs properly whisked away, leaving him with nothing better to do than shove his hands deep in his pockets and analyze the artwork of primary school students.Â
When she finds him again, no Landry in tow, she links her arm through his, leaning her head against his shoulder. âShe told me I have a cute boyfriend,â she says.
âNo, she did not,â He laughs, but his ears blush pink.Â
âShe did,â she nods. âShe said you were âoh my goodness he is soooooo cute,ââ Chris repeats, in a sing-songy tone. âI said, âI know right! Heâs the cutest.ââ
âWhatever,â Charles mutters, running his other hand through his hair. âWhereâs the ice-cream at, anyway?â
Two styrofoam bowls of vanilla ice-cream slicesâone covered in rainbow sprinkles, the other with chocolate syrup and a maraschino cherryâlater, and Chris and Charles are sitting at Chrisâ desk in her classroom, him in the green spinning chair, her on the desk itself.Â
Two boys, who Chris refers to after they leave the room as Nash and Wyatt, are bouncing off the walls with excitement when they turn the corner into Chrisâ classroom, their faces lighting up when they find her there. âMiss Elliott!â One of them shouts, half-out of breath. âThe book fair has posters of your brother!â He explains.Â
âYeah!â The other chimes in. âI see-ed it when my sister was getting a poster of,â he takes a big breath, âof, uh, a princess poster or something.â
âYeah, and I get-ted this one!â The first kid adds, unrolling the paper in this hand to reveal a black and white Fortnite poster, demonstrating the dances from the game. âCool right?â He asks, and Chris nods.Â
âSo cool!â She says, âwhere are you going to hang it?âÂ
Charles leans back in the chair, spinning slightly side to side, eating his ice-cream and just observing the interaction.Â
âUm, probably in my bedroom.â
Chris nods again, âperfect place for it,â she agrees.Â
â â âÂ
Heâs in Georgia for three days; Friday to Sunday, and spends all of it with Chris, almost entirely at her house. The art show is on Friday night, but he finds himself playing sleepover host with Chris on Saturday when Reid appears with a backpack, a pillow, and a baby blanket Chris tells him not to refer to as a baby blanket.Â
Chase is racing in Los Angeles this weekend, and left town on Tuesday, leaving Hannah alone on Mom duty. That would be all fine, if the weekend didnât fall on the one weekend a month she works. Bill, Cindy, Chris, and Hannahâs mom have been helping to pick up the slack left in Chaseâ absence.Â
It all comes together to result in him sitting in the middle of the living room, on the floor, surrounded by every blanket and pillow in the entire house on a Saturday nightâa four-year-old boy sitting across from him, hanging on his every word, and his girlfriend in the other room making popcorn.Â
Heâs been tasked with coming up with, and executing the plan for a super, super, cool boy-fort that Auntie Chris can come into, I guess.Â
A fort that fits into that description is a lot easier in theory. In Practice, however, heâs faced with the nephew he desperately needs the approval of, and a pile of purple and pink and sparkly and fluffy blankets and pillows.Â
It takes all four of the dining table chairs, a curtain rod from the screened-in porch, a fitted sheet, and a box fan, but the fort is quickly commissioned, and gets Reidâs stamp of approval when he moves his pillow, favorite blanket, and definitely not a baby-blanket, baby-blanket into the build.Â
Chris is behind them momentarily, knocking on the seat of one of the dining chairs before Reid permits her to enter. She crawls in, laptop and big bowl of popcorn in either hand. Reid is sandwiched between the two of them, Cars blanket covering his little frame, eyes glued to the screen while buttery fingers bury themselves in the popcorn bowl.Â
Reid is asleep about five minutes after the popcorn bowl is empty, Chris running her fingers through his short brown hair while soft little snores leave his lips. Her head rests on his pillow, just above his head, and she watches the movie. Charles watches her, arm propped up at the elbow, holding his head up. Sheâs so soft. So sweet. It ties him up in knots.Â
He feels like a child when she catches him staring, her eyes glancing over to him and making unexpected contact. His cheeks burn and his eyes dart away, back to the screen, to the movie. She giggles softly, barely loud enough for him to hear over his sudden mortification. âBeautiful fort youâve built here,â she says, and he looks back at her, meets her eyes properly this time.Â
âThank you,â he chuckles. âIâm thinking maybe I will make it my new career after racing.â Charles nods. Chris nods. A smile dances its way across her lips, turning the corners up gently. It makes him smile, too. âCharles Leclerc: Professional fort builder.â
âOh,â She chuckles. âI can hear it now. Youâll be a household name.âWhen Charles wakes up, credits are rolling on the laptop screen and Chrisâ hand is moving softly over his shoulder. Heâs the bridge of his nose and picking the sleep out of his eyes and trying to get his bearings. All heâs sorted out so far is that Chris is here, heâs fucking boiling, and thereâs a sleeping kid between them. He squints his eyesâlike the dim light from the black credit screen is too bright for himâuntil she comes into focus. She points to the exit of the fort. âBed,â she mouths.
âWell,â Chris shrugs, bringing a forkful of salad to her mouth. âI think youâve won Reid over.â
Charles laughs on her phone screen. Heâs in Italy⊠or Monaco⊠or⊠sheâs not really sure, to be honest. Itâs hard to keep track sometimes, when heâs always somewhere new. Heâs in bed, wherever he is, the lamp from her kitchen casting the only light in his dark room. âIs that right?â
âOh yeah,â she nods. âI had the pleasure of reminding him you werenât here this afternoon. He wasnât happy with me.â She remembers it well, his declaration that Charles and Me are going to play games today, and remembers better the little, defeated oh, right after she had to remind him Charles had left the day before.Â
Charles chuckles, shaking his head and rolling his eyes playfully. âI told him goodbye!â
âI know!â She says, taking another bite, her hand covering her mouth while she talks around the lettuce. âHe thought you meant goodbye for the day,â she explains, swallowing. âNot goodbye for a while.â
Charles frowns. âShit, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât apologize!â Chris laughs, poking her fork around her bowl. âI love that he likes you so much, itâs adorable,â she hums. âHeâs absolutely devastated you wonât be at his birthday party, though.â
Charles scoffs, his mouth dramatically falling open. âNo way. You didn't tell me it was his birthday!â
âBecause itâs not for like, two weeks!â She defense, laughing. âI wasnât even thinking about it.â
âWhen is it?â
She cocks her head to the side, already knowing what heâs about to say, and unscrews the top of her water bottle. âHis birthdayâs the sixteenth, but the party is the eighteenth.â
âIâll be there.â
âNo you wonât. You have testing.â
âNo, I donât.â
âYeah,â she insists. âOn Monday you have to be in Bahrain.â
âMonday is not Saturday.â
Chris doesnât tell anyone outside of Chase and Hannah that Charles is flying in, and they definitely donât tell Reid about it, just in case it falls through for any of the million reasons it could possibly fall through because of.Â
It was a last minute-trip, after all, and it seems like every second of Charlesâ time is accounted for right now, so Chris is prepared at any moment to get a text or a call apologetically explaining that he got pulled into something else. That call never comes, and she picks him up from the airport late Friday night, just in time to bicker in the middle of a liquor store about wine.Â
âAbsolutely not, baby.â He says, shaking his head, a truly horrified look on his face.Â
âYou donât even drink wine!â She insists, holding a three-liter box of Franzia. âThis is perfectly fine.â
His eyes go wide, brows raising like he canât believe what heâs hearing. âItâs in a box.â
She rolls her eyes. âItâs for a fifth birthday party.â
âItâs not for the five-year-old,â he argues, picking two bottles of overpriced chardonnay from the shelf. âWeâll get these.â
â â âÂ
Much to the dismay of the other, they show up to the party the next afternoon with one box and one bottle.Â
Reid is upstairs playing with some kid that Chris is related to somehow, sheâs sure, so their arrival goes unnoticed by the birthday boy. Instead, Chris is heaving the box of wine onto the kitchen island, greeting a visibly stressed Hannah with a hug. Charles follows closely behind, setting his bottle down next to her box, following the hug train to Hannah.Â
âLook great, as always, Hannah,â He says, and Hannah laughs.Â
âIâm a mess, the house is a mess. Reid,â she looks to Chris, âLord have mercy on me, your nephew has dressed himself.â
Chris scowls, and then shrugs. Charles laughs. âHe can be Chandlerâs nephew, today,â she says.Â
âHeâs still your godson, though,â Hannah reminds.Â
âOh, donât I know it!â
Charles takes Chrisâ coat with his own, hands them both up in the mud room thatâs just off the kitchen. He hears Hannah calling for Reid while he does it, telling him to come down and say hello to your auntie. Auntie Chris. He loves the way Reid says itâAnnie Chrisâor, when he really wants to stir some shit up, which Charles has come to learn is just about all of the time, Reid will call her Miss Elliott.Â
Everyone hears him before they see him, little feet making heavy noises as they hurry down the stairs so quickly he might as well have just jumped off the landing and tuckânârolled his way into the kitchen. Heâs bouncing on his feet, talking to Chris animatedly with his back turned to Charles when he appears in the mud-room doorway. Immediately, Chris is glancing up to him and covering Reidâs eyes with her hands, turning him to face Charles. âI have a surprise for you, Reidy.â
âWhat?â He squirms. âWhat is it?â
âMore like who is it?â Hannah says, and Reid gasps.Â
âChucky?â He asks, and Chris is grinning at Charles, adjusting her hands over the boyâs eyes so one hand covers them both. With the other hand, she pokes Reidâs side right where heâs ticklish and makes him giggle.Â
âWho?â She asks, his belly laugh making her laugh, too.Â
âSharles!â Reid exclaims, breathless from laughing so hard. âSha-rle,â He laughs out, enunciating the poorly mocked accent.
âWrong,â Chris says, and then takes her hand off his eyes to reveal Charles.Â
Reid is slamming into Charlesâ legs before he can even squat down to give the kid a proper hug, settling for just hugging his legs. âYou comed!â He cheers.Â
âCome on, Mate!â Charles says, ruffling the little boyâs hair. âYou didnât think I would miss such an important birthday?â
Chris watches the whole interaction with a giddy smile on her face. Hannah watches, too, while she stirs a crock pot full of nacho cheese. Reid fills Charles in on everything thatâs happened to him since Charles left, and is already asking if Charles wants to go play catch outside with the football heâs gotten from his dad earlier that week, on his actual birthday. When Hannah slides behind Chris, between her body and the cabinets, muttering a quick behind you and grabbing a ladle from a drawer, she gives Chrisâ shoulder a soft squeeze.Â
â â âÂ
Chris is MIA when Bill and Cindy turn up, arms full of food and gifts for their only grandchild, but Charles is in the backyard, standing around a smoking fire pit with Chase and Reid and other people he remembers meeting from the wedding, but whoâs names he wouldnât be able to remember if there was a gun held to his temple.Â
Bill and Cindy wander out shortly after they arrive, looking for the birthday boy, and Charles handles the introductions all by himselfâa handshake to Dad, a compliment to Mom, and hugs for both of them. He knows how to charm. Knows heâs going to be working at it for a while, probably. Heâs more than willing to put in the hours.Â
âI didnât know you were cominâ, son,â Bill says, and Charles is nodding, hands in his jacket pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.
âYeah, it was a kind of⊠last minute choice.â
âAw,â Cindy hums. âWhat a sweetheart. How long are you in town for?â
âJust a couple days,â he explains. âChris is off work this week, but I have to get to Bahrain in a couple days. Get used to the timezone and everything.â
âAh,â Bill nods. âSeasonâs starting up again, that right?â
âEh,â he shrugs. âIt never stops, it feels like,â and Bill nods.Â
âDonât I know it, boy.â
âIs Chrissy planning on coming out to any of your races?â Cindy asks, linking her arm through Billâs, leaning against him around the fire. âI know she told us that yâall are keeping it pretty hush-hush for now.â
âEventually, I hope she can,â he says. âI donât want to have her come if she doesnât feel comfortable.â
Cindy nods, smiling to herself. âSmart answer, honey,â she says, and Bill laughs. âYouâre a good egg.â Charles chuckles softly, if only because he doesnât know what to say to that. Heâs been called a lot of things over the years, but good egg might be a new one.Â
Just then, Chris is pushing open the sliding door on the back deck, stepping out with her coat on, the hood pulled up over her head, her hands hidden in the sleeves. âWell, speak of the Devil,â Bill says, greeting his daughter with a tight hug.Â
âUh oh,â Chris laughs, following suit with a hug for her mom, too. âYâall are talking about me?â
Heâs come to learn that her accent is never anywhere as strong as it is when she's around family. Heâs familiar with the pattern of it, and does the same thing after long breaks away from speaking English or Italian. It takes a while to settle back into translating your thoughts. He thinks itâs probably pretty similar, even if sheâs not translating from another language. He thinks itâs cute, when the southern twang gets extra prominent. Itâs cute, and itâs sweet, and she sounds like a movie character sometimes.Â
She slots into her comfortable position at Charlesâ side, and his arm is tossing itself over her shoulder before he even realizes itâs happening. Itâs habit, almost, to keep her close. âAlways,â he says.Â
â â â
Theyâre cute and annoyingly couple-ey all night. He doesnât care if sheâs related to or friends with almost everyone here, heâs never not amazed at just how easily she can find home in any conversation. Sometimes he wonders if he looks as awestruck about it as he feels, watching her put on this masterclass with everyone she talks toâfrom passing, brief conversations about how good Hannahâs food is and how old Reid is getting, to the long, sit-down chats about work and her life and their lives. Itâs so crystal clear that she makes everyone feel importantâthe most important person in the roomâand he;s even starting to remember names.Â
Thereâs a lot of names to remember.Â
Thereâs nobody that feels quite as important to Chris as Charles does, though, heâs sure of it. In fact, heâs not sure thereâs another person on Earth that could manage to make a social event into something so⊠recharging for him. She just radiates energy, truly. Itâs in the atmosphere, just being in her proximity, just having an arm around her or their fingers intertwined or the smell of her perfume on his clothes is enough.Â
He loves her so horribly that heâs almost sick with it. Heâs biting his tongue all night. Hell, heâs even trying to talk himself out of the now months old revelation.Â
Like, she drinks wine from a fucking box. A box. Of wine. And she sees absolutely no problem with it. She wants to drag him around to every person, to engage in every conversation. She changed her perfume or her shampoo or her laundry detergent or something, because she smells different than the last time he was with her. She drives like an elderly womanâJesus fucking Christ, she takes the speed limit so seriously itâs hard to sit in the passenger seat and let it happen. She cried three times on the way from Atlanta. Three times, because she saw some roadkill that wasn't even identifiable, and couldnât stop thinking about it. Sheâs covered in glitter, like, all the time. And so is her stuff. Itâs on her face and her hands and her clothes and every surface of her house. Glitter and spelling tests and like, six variations of the same travel coffee mug. She listens to country music as if itâs the only genre of music that exists, and she listens to it all the time. He doesnât love her. He doesnât. If he did, he wouldn't have been able to keep it in for so long.Â
He doesnât love her, and then she laughs and he can feel it in his fucking gut, feels the urge to laugh even when he doesnât get the joke, even when he misses entirely what is making her so happy. He wants to laugh because sheâs laughing and her laugh makes the world a better place and he loves her so bad it hurts.
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How they react to you telling them you're pregnant
Obligatory reader is afab but like most of my posts they're gn/gendered pronouns aren't used
Slenderman;
Cue the confusion
Pregnant?
Surprised more than anything, he didnt think that he could get you pregnant considering you're both different species
And also he didnt think he was fertile; at least not in the normal sexual reproduction way
Kinda just
Accepts it
Now do I think he would be a good dad?
Maybe? He wouldn't be horrible or absent, but some human things are still foreign to him, including raising a child.. so hes probably going to need a decent amount of guidance
I feel like he'd also be a helicopter parent? He already watches you like a hawk, he'd probably start doing the same with his kid as they get older
"Hey (kid name) who's that tall white boy following you??" "Oh that's my dad"/j
Becomes more protective of you during the pregnancy and the weeks after
Takes it in stride tbh
Splendorman;
Pause
Before you start to worry he scoops you up
Also thought it wasnt possible, but is hyped when he finds out the news
He WILL pamper you... may also dip into overbearing territory, though
He just doesnt want you or the baby to get hurt
He says goodnight to the bump later on in the pregnancy tbh
Oh you know hes gonna be decorating their room and giving them loads of toys
Would be a good father but may dip into unhealthy habits
This dude struggles with toxic positivity imo, so that's definitely something that's gonna need to be addressed
Laughing Jack;
Okay obviously ALL of them are probably going to be sat down and told the news, but Jack is gonna need the most talking to given that he probably doesn't grasp the gravity of it
He KNOWS what pregnancy is, he KNOWS what a baby is; but he doesn't know the intricacies of pregnancy if that makes sense
Like he doesnt know about the soreness, or cravings, or how fragile those tiny human beings actually are. Dude already struggles with being gentle with adults
So it's going to require a long and in depth talk about everything that's going to happen if you guys decide to keep the kid
Reaction wise, he takes it seriously. Kind of uncanny compared to his usual silly demeanor
Again, due to him being a lil dumb hes almost under reacting
As a parent I think...
Okay he'd probably kinda suck
He would love the kid but he would be so so so irresponsible I'm so sorry
Gives the kid candy for meals (bro cant cook)
Get that man into some parenting classes PLEASE
Eyeless Jack;
Another "I'm surprised because I deadass thought I was infertile" one, given my whole lore/Hc for EJ
The most worried out of them all
"What if they're like me and are cursed? What if they hate me? What if they grow to hate me? What if-"
He baby proofs his cabin... before insisting that the baby stays at your place primarily (if you haven't moved in with him) because he's scared of his whole... eating people thing
Please give him loads and loads of reassurance, hes gonna need it
He'll work hard to be the best father he can be, though!
He takes the kid out for walks in the woods, teaches them different plants and bugs and tells them which are dangerous
"Oh I don't want to hold them, what if I hurt em?" *falls asleep while holding his baby after reading them a story*
Masky;
You gotta baby proof him and the house im sorry, hes feral
Another "you're gonna have to sit him down and lay down the rules" type deal
Hes already mellowed out around you but he needs to mellow out a touch more for an infant
Hard to gauge his reaction but he seems.... excited? Hard to tell when hes sitting still and wearing a mask
When the baby comes he, like slenderman, also watches them like a hawk
You will walk in on him sitting over their crib at 3am/hj
Surprisingly gentle when it comes to handling the kid, just casually walks around with them and shit
Great for looking after the kid during the night while you rest
Hoodie;
V similar to Masky but he's already naturally calm
Putting this here now before I forget but he would take his mask off to make faces at the baby to try to make them laugh
Mf doesn't take his mask off for you though âïžđ/hj
Surprisingly good at calming down screaming infants for some reason
Similar reaction as Masky; hard to read but way easy to guess its positive since he lightly boinks where his mouth would be under his mask to your cheek while papping your stomach
Hes a lil silly
But hes got the spirit
Good dad, me thinks
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Zoro x Fem Reader fluff and NSFW! S/O is a sweet and gentle lover, being like the opposite of Zoro. She always takes care of Zoro, like giving him blankets during naps, water and towels and massages during his training, etc. But Zoro hasnât done much for her as a lover, which everyone but S/O reminds him. Zoro tries making it up by taking her to a flower field date. S/O is so happy, playing with the flowers that Zoro couldnât help but fall in love with her innocence and kindness even more.
S;DUFDFVHJDOI;FDS;SDJF;OS THE WAY I SQUAWKED AND FOLDED FOR THIS REQUEST because I relate to it sooooo much oh my goodness gracious. I was so excited to write this and kept thinking about how to approach it, (which you can tell from how long it is... I got SUPER carried away lol)!!! Thank you SO MUCH for this request!!! I also used post timeskip Zoro because he seems more serious and stoic, and just imagining him being soft and blushing and in love just sidfjduhgsdijfo;i ugh okay? I headcanon that Sanji hides the sake and beer from Zoro just because he can. I don't know yet if it ever actually happens, but I would not be surprised.
đ¶ Wordcount: 6.2k (DO NOT EXPECT THIS NORMALLY PEOPLE, I JUST HAD FUN WITH THIS AND WENT OVERBOARD BY A LOT)
Warnings: light angst, kinda cheesy romance (leave me alone I'm a romantic), kinda ooc fluffy soft!Zoro (because I'm a SLUT for soft zoro), SMUT - (oral/fingering, f!receiving, penis in vagina sex, squirting, mild choking m!receiving, f!reader getting railed by Zoro)
There is a section written in green from Zoro's POV.
Okay I'm literally so proud of this piece. That's it. Thank you, and enjoy.
ALL CREDIT TO ARTIST BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM but it's the perfect image for how I describe Zoro looking at you adoringly :3
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"All I'm saying is that if I had a lover like her, I'd give her everything and anything" Sanji quipped from his place in front of the stove.
"I didn't ask you, ero-cook. I love her and she knows it. That's enough. Stay out of my relationship" Zoro snapped from the pantry, searching for some alcohol.
"You should say 'our' relationship, idiot marimo. It's you and her together."
Zoro slammed shut the pantry, rattling the wall. The cook hid all the alcohol from him again.
"I don't want advice from a love sick fool who can't get a woman to save his life. At least I have a girlfriend" he spat, stalking towards the door.
"Yet you're arguing with me, trying to find alcohol to go drink alone instead of spending time with her. After everything she does for you." Zoro spun around angrily, hand on one of his swords, but was interrupted by the door to the eating area opening. You stood in the doorway hesitantly, immediately sensing the tension in the air, and the way it thickened at your presence.
"Oh. Uh. I stashed an extra bottle of alcohol away for you for when San-... uh... you couldn't find any... so... here" you held out the bottle. It was a bottle of decent sake you had swiped and stashed last week for the inevitable time the cook hid all the alcohol from your boyfriend, which you had seen the blond doing earlier.
"Thanks" Zoro muttered as he took it from your hand. He walked out the door, leaving you with the cook. You didn't miss the glower the cook sent towards the swordsman's back at his dismissive attitude, but you ignored it. You walked into the kitchen, distracting Sanji from his annoyance with a sweet request for two cups of water. He quickly got them for you with an exaggerated flourish, causing you to giggle. At the innocent sound, his smile turned sad before he became serious.
"You do too much for him and don't get enough in return" he muttered. Your heart clenched.
"He loves me in different ways, away from where people can see. Unfortunately, it's hard to do that on a ship" you said, shrugging off the comment. You knew it was true. You knew he loved you, he just... had lofty goals. It's hard to find time for romance and giving your lover attention when you're training constantly to be the worlds greatest swordsman, and first mate to the future pirate king. You knew that going into the relationship, and you were content with giving him attention so he knew he was loved.
"Besides, if he knows I love him, that's all that matters to me" you said.
"He doesn't even take you on dates when we go to islands" Sanji said quietly.
"It's pretty hard to do when he has the directional sense of a rock, and he somehow usually manages to get into some sort of trouble" you dismissed easily. The cook sighed, turning back to the stove.
"As long as you're happy, but I'd be glad to kick his ass for you if you ever feels like he needs it" he offered. You snorted, grabbing the waters as you made your way towards the door.
"You'd do it if he even looked at you wrong, let alone pissed me off" you teased, opening the door. Sanji waved goodbye with a sweet smile, knowing what you said was one hundred percent true. You rolled your eyes, making your way to the deck towards Zoro. It was evening, the sea breeze sweeping away the heat of the day, cooling the air to a comfortable temperature. The sun was starting to set, the sky turning gold with strokes of pink and red towards the horizon.
Your boyfriend was enjoying the last vestiges of sunlight on the deck, sprawled on his side with his head propped in his hand. You stood and admired his features for a second. His short green hair seemed more vibrant in this light, and his eyes closed gently, the scar over his eye shining with the different texture. The light hit his exposed chest just right, highlighting and shadowing his muscles that he worked so hard for. He brought the bottle of sake up to his lips and took a swig. You watched as his chiseled jaw moved as his throat bobbed. His earrings glinted in the golden light at the new angle. You swallowed, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach.
"You just gonna stand there?" he asked, lowering the bottle from his lips. A drop made its way down his chin but he wiped it off carelessly with the back of his hand. You cleared your throat, flustered that you had been caught staring. You made your way to sit so he could see you with his good eye. You silently held out the glass of water, glancing at him quickly.
"You good? You look like your blushing" he said, letting his fingers linger over yours as he accepted the glass of water. One of his ways of showing innocent affection.
"Yeah... You just... You're so beautiful" you breathed honestly. Zoro blushed slightly and grunted, looking away from you. You giggled quietly, able to read his reactions like a book. He was surprised and flustered.
"Not my choice of description" he mumbled. You decided to tease him further.
"No? I could say you're pretty, or stunning. I could say you're handsome, sexy, strong, amazing-"
"Shut up!" he swatted your thigh lightly. Now he was beyond flustered, blushing all the way to his ears. You dissolved into laughter, falling onto your back as you clutched your stomach. You missed his gaze, staring openly at you with awe, but he controlled his expression quickly before someone saw him. Your laughter eventually faded, and you eased yourself up to lean on your elbows to watch the sunset. Streaks of purples, oranges, pinks, and reds painted the sky.
"Tomorrow we should arrive at a spring island" you said quietly. Zoro grunted quietly. To anyone else, it sounded like a simple acknowledgement that you spoke, but you heard his silent invitation to continue.
"It's famous for the flower fields that grow wild there" you said, awe and excitement coloring your voice. You didn't notice his curious glance towards you.
"Yeah?" he prodded. You sat up fully, hugging your knees to your chest, your expression dreamy as you let the visual of the current sunset coloring imaginary wildflower fields form in your mind.
"Mmmhmm. I told Chopper I'd go with him" you said quietly.
An idea bloomed in the swordsman's mind, but he kept his expression neutral.
"For medicinal herbs?" he asked. You nodded.
"I'm excited" you said dreamily. Zoro hummed, a plan forming behind his neutral face. He'd need to ask some favors, which he hated, but to see you smile it was worth it.
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The next morning you woke up with more energy than usual, the excitement to visit the wildflower fields evident in your actions. All morning, you asked Robin about her flowers, and she lent you a book about the flowers you were likely to see on this island. You devoured the information until Luffy exclaimed loudly that he could see land. You worked off your extra energy running wild around the ship with him and Chopper, feeding each other's childish excitement. You didn't see Zoro anywhere, but assumed he was training in the crows nest.
The ship finally docked, and you waited impatiently for Chopper to finish gathering what he needed before the two of you leapt off the ship.
"Oi! Wait up! I'm coming with you two" your boyfriend called out, sounding exasperated as he slung a bag around him. Your happy surprise showed in a small squeal and a jump into his arms once he caught up. A wide grin donned your lips and you laughed as he tsk'd at your behavior and pushed you back by your forehead.
"Did you shower?" you asked, surprised. Normally it took you promising alone time or a bottle of sake to get him to shower regularly.
"So what if I did?"
You shrugged, grabbing his hand as you turned away.
"C'mon! Let's go! And don't let go of my hand. I don't want you getting lost"
You lead the way through the town, the three of you stopping to buy some drinks before continuing. Chopper got chocolate milk, Zoro got sake, and you tried a popular local flower tea. You asked the shopkeeper directions to the flower fields to make sure you were going the right way. He nodded, but leaned forward, indicating at your hand in Zoro's.
"The fields are a tourist attraction, but there's a place that's out of the way and much prettier, if you're looking for a more secluded area." You opened your mouth to say it didn't matter, but Zoro leaned forward, intrigued. You realized he probably wanted to take a nap in the quiet area, so you nodded and asked for directions. You thanked the shopkeeper with a few coins as a tip for his information, and set off with Chopper and Zoro in tow.
"You didn't have to give him money just for telling us that" Zoro griped. You rolled your eyes.
"You just say that 'cause you're in huge debt to Nami" you teased. He bristled slightly.
"He offered up the information for free!"
You shrugged.
"You repay kindness with kindness. That comes in different forms for different people"
Zoro grunted, having no reply to that. Chopper spoke up.
"Ooo you're so nice! But the directions the man gave you leads to a different area where the herbs I need don't grow. Is it okay if we split up? I'll be fine by myself, and you can go enjoy the beautiful area."
You hesitated. You told Chopper you'd help him find herbs, but the offer to spend alone time with Zoro without other people disturbing you in a flower field sounded too tempting. Your boyfriend squeezed your hand.
"He'll be fine. Let's go. You're excited right?"
You exhaled, and ran your free hand through your hair before smiling down at Chopper.
"You sure?" He nodded determinedly at your question, then ran off with a quick goodbye and a promise to be safe. You watched him for a bit, but turned around when Zoro tugged on your hand.
"C'mon. Lets go" he urged. He began leading you, but you quickly stopped him, a smile tugging on your lips.
"That's the way we came from, babe. This way."
He huffed in embarrassment both at his mistake and your pet name, but let you lead him. You reached a fork in the path just outside the town. One sign indicated the path lead to the flower fields, but you headed down the unmarked path, following the shopkeeper's directions.
"Oi. The sign said the other way. You sure we're on the right path?" your boyfriend asked. You glanced at him with a single raised brow and a smirk.
"I love you so much Zoro, but I'm surprised you even realized the sign was referring to the other path"
He blushed and spluttered, indignant at your quip and flustered by your easy admission of your feelings towards him. You cut him off with a soft laugh.
"Hurry up! I can smell the flowers already!" You broke into a quick jog. The swordsman easily kept pace with you, staying by your side even as you let go of his hand. You focused on the path ahead of you, missing his quick, adoring glance at you. There was nobody around, after all.
A few minutes later, you rounded a corner of a rock face, and your view exploded in vibrant colors. Shades of purple, pink, yellow, orange, green, and blue dotted the field sprawled in front of you. You gasped audibly, in awe of the view in front of you. The air was thick with the sweet scent of flowers, the breeze wafting their perfume around you as it brushed the petals and bowed the thin stems in waves. A lone apple tree stood in the middle of the field, matching the rustling of the field as the breeze threaded through it's boughs. The field led to a cliff, which looked out over a hidden cove. The beach below was white sand and turquoise waters.
You stepped forward hesitantly, unwilling to crush any of the beautiful plants. A warm hand landed on your lower back, nudging you forward. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the flowers.
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He wished you could see yourself from his point of view. His life had been dark and full of violence, but you brought innocence and raw love to his life. You were the light to his shadows, the food for his soul, the gentleness to his calloused fighting.
Your awe at the flower field in front of the two of you froze your entire body, your hand curled in a gentle fist against your chest, over your heart as if checking you weren't dead. You were hardly breathing, as if unwilling to disturb the beauty in front of you.
Tears shone in your eyes, overwhelmed by the excitement and unfiltered, pure awe of the beauty in front of you. You took a small step forward but stopped. He placed a gentle hand on your lower back, nudging you slightly forward. You deserved to experience the beauty he could never bring you as a person.
You deserved everything his crewmates said you did. The open affection, the love, gentle smiles, and innocent caresses, returning the small gestures and kindness you unthinkingly did for him. You massaged his muscles when he over trained, patched up his minor injuries after a fight, and brought him water and fresh towels when he was working out. He wanted to give back. To run a finger over your cheek before kissing you gently, to play with your hair, to cuddle you when you frowned.
Yet, selfishly, he couldn't bring himself to be seen doing it. He couldn't let anyone know you were his weakness, that he loved you enough to give up his dream of being the worlds greatest swordsman for you. It wasn't that he didn't trust his crew, he did. It just terrified him knowing how deeply you affected him- how much he loved you, and how much he would sacrifice for you. He would even destroy the very sun if you asked.
He let his gaze wander over your face. Innocent and pure adoration, the tears in your eyes at the view that surpassed your expectations. You looked beautiful, but he couldn't bring himself to say it because he was falling even harder for you. He nudged you forward gently again with the hand on your back.
She deserves everything.
"Go on. You deserve it" he said quietly.
He met your gaze, letting himself show his affection for you, removing the wall he put up to keep his expression neutral. Fresh tears gathered in your eyes, and he chuckled at your innocence.
"Get out there or I'll carry you" he teased. With a nod, you shuffled forward, and crouched to gently caress the delicate petals of a flower. He could hardly tell them apart, but you had been studying them all morning. You sniffed the flower, and you gazed at the field before suddenly taking off. Your unabashed, pure and kind laughter carried over the field, making him smile at your innocent joy and excitement. You opened your arms as you spun, as if to hug the breeze that tangled it's fingers through your shining hair. Your face turned towards the sun as you breathed deeply, a smile never leaving your face.
He couldn't help the answering smile that graced his own lips. Your beauty and joy sent his heart fluttering as he made his way to the lone apple tree to set up the meal he had packed the two of you, courtesy his begrudging ask of Sanji. He wanted the best for you, and even he had to admit the cook was good at his job.
He was supposed to stay and watch the ship today, but he asked Franky to instead. The damn cyborg had even started bawling when he explained begrudgingly that he wanted to take you on a special date. He considered asking Brook to be nearby to play some of your favorite songs, but he really wanted it to be the two of you during this date, so he asked him to do it tonight, back on the ship. He asked Robin and Usopp to work together to buy some seeds and plant you some flowers from the area in a small planter, so you could always have a little bit of this spring island with you. He even asked Chopper to make an excuse to find the herbs somewhere else. It was lucky that the shopkeeper guided the two of you away from where the reindeer actually needed to go.
He flicked open the blanket, spreading it on the ground beneath the tree. He saw a few ripe apples in the branches, and picked them easily. He heard your footsteps approaching, but didn't look back, focused on reaching the last apple, just out of his reach.
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"What's all this?" you asked breathlessly. Zoro didn't look back. You slid off your shoes before stepping fully on the spread blanket, placing them neatly next to Zoro's boots.
"'s for you" he said before jumping a little to grasp the apple he was trying to pick. As he pulled it from the tree, the branch shook, raining petals and leaves on the two of you. You giggled. He turned around, gaze landing on you, and froze. His eyes were wide and his mouth parted. A blush was coloring his cheeks a red under his tanned skin. He had only reacted like this the first time he saw you naked in his bed. You noticed he had a leaf stuck in his hair, and you chuckled as you reached out to pluck it from his head. He started a little, and pulled you close with an arm around your waist.
"What's wrong?" you tilted your head.
"You..." he trailed off, plucking a light pink petal from your hair.
"Me?"
"God I love you so much" he breathed. Your eyes widened, and you gasped lightly. It was kind of rare for him to say it, preferring to show you. He took a deep breath, exhaling as he cradled your cheeks in his hands. His thumbs drew matching gentle circles on your cheeks, and he lowered his forehead to yours, eyes closed. One of your hands came up to cradle his, the other resting on his hip.
"I know I should be more open about it. I'm a selfish bastard because I just can't let people know that you're my weakness. I can't let them know that I'd give up my dreams, to be the best, for you. Because when I'm with you... nothing else matters. I'd tear down the sun and the moon if it meant you would always be happy and safe. I can't show it because I can't lose you."
His voice sounded strained, as if it caused him pain to speak like this. Your voice caught in your throat, unable to form any words. You could only surge forward in a desperate kiss, which he matched in fervor. You couldn't get enough of him, shoving your tongue into his mouth clumsily to explore it. He grunted in surprise, but quickly adapted, returning the favor quickly. Your hand that was resting on his wrapped around to thread through his windswept hair, and the one that was on his hip slid to his bare chest, trailing down to his haramaki. He groaned into your mouth, his own hands skimming down from your face, featherlight touches down your shoulders and sides until he reached your hips. He broke the kiss, breathless.
"You drive me insane, woman" he muttered as his hands cupped under your ass. He tapped his hands twice, and you took the hint, looping your arms around his neck and jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. He lifted you easily, and you kissed him again. He moaned into the kiss, and you answered with a groan. He knelt smoothly on the blanket, lowering you to your back gently. You broke the kiss, looking at him softly as he hovered above you, hands caging your head.
"You drive me insane too" you muttered with a smile. He smiled lovingly at you.
"Pretty sure that's part of the boyfriend job description" he answered, leaning down to nose your jaw. You huffed a laugh as he tickled your neck with butterfly kisses. You rarely saw this side of Zoro, and each moment made you fall more in love with him. Usually it was desperate, passionate kisses that lead to fucking, and while that was nice, this felt more like you were going to make love. You dragged your hands down his chest, reveling in the warm touch and the chiseled muscles.
"Zoro"
"Hm?" He broke away from your neck, meeting your gaze. Your hands drifted to the front of the shoulders, flexed as he held himself above you.
"I want you" you whispered. His eyes flared with lust.
"Whatever you want, princess" he muttered, lips brushing yours with his words. He covered your lips with his, slightly chapped and tasting like the sweet sake he had on the walk here. You groaned, and you let him explore your mouth with his tongue, running over your teeth and tangling his tongue with yours. Your hands threaded through his hair, scratching his scalp the way he liked. He broke the kiss from your lips and started kissing down your neck, gently biting in places before licking and kissing it as if in apology. A hand wandered under your shirt, caressing your belly, sides, and breasts.
"I don't tell you nearly enough. You're beautiful"
Your breath hitched, and you raised a hand to cover your mouth in shyness. He sat back, and pulled you sitting upright with his movement. He helped you strip from your shirt, decorating your chest with soft kisses. You tilted your head back, a blush on your face, unused to the loving attention. Normally it was pawing and tearing at each other's clothes in desperate lust when you finally got some privacy, but this... this you liked. A lot.
You moaned lightly as his hands deftly removed your bra, then eased you back down gently onto the blanket. He cupped your breasts, thumb rubbing gentle circles over your nipples as his tongue laved over the other one. You moaned quietly, raising a curled hand to your lips in embarrassment. Zoro caught it before it even reached your shoulder, and popped off your nipple to catch your eye as he hovered over your chest.
"Let me hear you. Please." His voice was deepened with lust. You nodded at him, sure your blush was prominent. He huffed a small chuckle, letting himself look at you with all the love he had, a genuine close-lipped smile curving his lips softly.
"Let me take care of you today" he said, kissing the back of your fingers.
You tangled your fingers with his, gazing at him, "Z-zoro".
He leaned down to kiss your lips chastely, before allowing himself to travel down your neck and chest, planting soft kisses on your skin. He whispered praises unabashedly, knowing he could show his love for you openly here. It was safe. His hands kneaded your breasts as if to ground himself.
"I love you so fucking much"
"So beautiful"
"I love how you do so much for me"
"I love how you show me you care for me"
"I love how innocent and carefree you can be"
"I'd give you the world if I could"
He slowly made his way to your shorts, nipping lightly at the skin of your tummy before sliding his hands down your sides and removing your shorts and panties. You lifted your hips to help him. He hummed in appreciation at the sight of you laid bare in front of him, better than any meal he could ever taste. He gently spread your legs, and you tried to keep your thighs closed out of embarrassment. He soothed his warm calloused hands on the outside of your legs, from hips to ankles. He easily placed your knees on his shoulders, and eased himself forward. You parted for him automatically.
"There's my good girl" he cooed. Electrifying heat pooled in your lower abdomen at the words. His words were usually somewhat degrading, which you loved, but his praise trailed heated fingers down your spine. You moaned, and you could feel him smirking against the fat of your thigh as he kissed it. His fingers slid their way over your slit, finding your hole and collecting some slick so he could rub your clit. You hummed at the sensation, breath starting to come faster as you began to lose yourself to his ministrations. His fingers were gently drawing circles on the outside of your clit, making sure you didn't get too stimulated right away.
His face lowered in tandem with his fingers, his tongue quickly finding your clit as his fingers prodded at your hole. One slid in and out a few times before the second finger joined and together, they prodded up into that one spot that sent your toes curling, right as he flicked his tongue expertly on your clit. Your orgasm was sudden and blinding, squeezing around his fingers and your hands finding their way to his head, bringing him closer. He groaned into your cunt, lapping at you like his life depended on it. Your moan was loud, head thrown back and back arched sweetly for him as your thighs squeezed around his head. He only eased his onslaught of pleasure as your thighs loosened their grip and you were pushing away his head.
Your chest was heaving from your pleasure, and he was catching his breath from being happily squished between your thighs. He licked the shiny release he could release from his face, dragging the back of his hand across the rest of his face.
"You like being praised that much, princess?" he teased, a smirk on his face as he shed his coat and haramaki with practiced movements. You could only stare as his muscular frame rippled under his tanned skin. He leaned over you, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. He chuckled, but it was different from the dark laugh that promised difficulty walking the next day. There was a light blush on his cheeks, and he looked genuinely happy. You looked in awe, having never seen this expression on his serious face. He brushed his lips on your cheek, then pulled back.
"You deserve to hear it."
You couldn't help it. At those words, tears brimmed your eyes. Zoro panicked. He sat back on his heels and immediately brought you to his lap, holding you.
"Oi! Wait! Don't cry! Did I hurt you? What's wrong?"
You shook your head, a watery smile breaking through.
"Just... who are you and what have you done with my Zoro? You're all sappy!"
He rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead gently.
"I'm tryna be romantic for once, treat you like you treat me constantly" he muttered, scowling as he looked away. You dissolved into giggles.
"There you are! There's the man I love." He huffed.
"Did you wanna fuck or not?" he asked bluntly, shifting his legs so you could feel his hard length trapped in his pants. It sent the heat of arousal swirling through your veins again.
"I wanna make love" you cooed with a smirk in his ear, pressing your chest against his bare skin. He hissed out a breath.
"Lay down then, princess" he growled in your ear. You could feel him smirking against your cheek, "Let me make love to you" he teased, throwing your own words back at you. His fingers trailed down your spine, landing on your hips. You shifted off his lap and made yourself comfy on the blanket. He stood quickly to removed his pants, but you didn't miss the quick scan of the area to make sure you were alone. Not that he cared if people saw the two of you fucking, he just didn't want this experience ruined.
He sank down and crawled over your form, spreading your legs wide to kneel between them. You absolutely loved when he fucked you in missionary. He was so big and strong, and he stretched you out so well. He surrounded you and was inside of you, and it was both a calming and euphoric sensation.
He stroked his large cock with one hand, the other balancing his weight by your head. You dragged your fingernails up his arm, landing on the back of his shoulder.
"Please, Zoro" you murmured. His silver eye widened a little before his lips curved up softly. He lowered himself in a sort of half one-armed pushup to rest on his elbow. You didn't miss the casual show of strength. Showoff. He eased the tip into your wet pussy, and you hissed in a breath through your teeth as you turned your head into his forearm, biting lightly. Zoro laid kisses on your neck and jaw, distracting you from the stretch. His other arm came up to the other side of your head.
"Good girl. Doing so well" he murmured in your ear. You shivered, the words in his deep voice making you groan. He took it as an invitation to continue, and he slowly began to sheath himself into you. You were soaking. His praise, kisses, godly body, and obvious love all affected you deeply.
"Shit. So tight and wet"
Your hands curled into claws, lightly scratching down his back as you whimpered. He shushed you, caressing a finger down you cheek.
"So good. Taking it so well" he murmured before kissing your lips. You could only moan into the kiss. You raised your legs to rest on his sides and hips. He reached deeper and you moaned loudly at the sensation.
"Good fuckin girl. Doing so good for me. Took my whole cock on the first try" He moaned into the flesh of your throat. You whined, arching your back. The new angle hit something devastating deep inside, and you mewled.
"Look at you, so beautiful for me"
"Zoro~ move" you moaned. He started slow, letting you get used to the stretch, but quickly built his pace to a steady, smooth one that sent you keening. His thick cock was dragging along your walls, pulling out enough so his tip was pushing gently on your g spot, before pushing in smoothly with a roll of his hips that had his cockhead pushing that one spot deep inside. Your breath was heaving, interspersed between moans and calls of his name. It was so good, but you couldn't quite reach the peak.
"Please, let me cum" you begged desperately. Zoro grunted above you, raising himself so his palms were beside your head. He hardly broke his rhythm as he looked at you with a dark smile.
"I thought you wanted me to make love to you" he teased. You reached up, cupping his cheek with a hand.
"Romance me later. Fuck me. Now"
"As you wish, princess" he mocked.
He pulled out, kneeling in front of your hips as he slung your legs over his shoulders. He simply picked up your hips, and started slamming his cock in and out of your pussy. Skin slapping together echoed across the field, and your wails followed. With your back bowed off the ground, you had no control over your hips, but the angle was incredible. Your hands gripped the blanket uselessly, unable to hold back your moans and sounds of pleasure. Above you, Zoro was grunting and swearing under his breath. You could tell he was getting close, seeing you bent so sweetly under him.
"God fucking damn it. You're just sucking me in" he growled. You tightened at the praise. You heard him chuckle darkly.
"That's right baby. Feel so good, tightening on my cock like that. I want you to cum for me, like that. Needing me to hold you up like this. You look so pretty, under me like this"
As he spoke, the knot in your abdomen tightened to dangerous levels. Your legs tensed until you were practically hanging from his shoulders. At the new tension holding you up, Zoro could wrap one hand around your thighs holding them together as he held you up, lightly choking himself with your calves on the sides of his neck as he brought one hand to snake around to your torso. His warm hand pressed down on your lower abdomen, and he could feel his own length as he pistoned in and out of you. A new sensation began to build.
"Z-Zoro- something- ah! please! I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead. Cum hard on my fucking cock"
His thumb reached down to draw circles on your clit, and at the rough touch, you exploded. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and Zoro kept your thighs tightly against himself, slowly only slightly as you tightened around him enough to start to push him out. Your back bowed further, and you felt yourself wetting his torso as you squirted. His body shuddered as his hips stuttered to a stop, a loud groan leaving him as you unwittingly limited the blood flow to his head with your spasming calves. Had your eyes been open and focused, you would've seen his eyes fluttering and rolled back in his head, cumming hard.
Both you were breathless as Zoro lowered your hips back down to the blanket, collapsing beside you, uncaring of the mess.
"holy shit" you breathed. Zoro started to chuckle at your swearing, and you joined, giggling as you rolled to snuggle onto his shoulder. He held you close, and you reveled in the touch. Suddenly you sat up, looking concerned and turned his head to the side to look at his neck.
"Did I choke you? I just realized that maybe my legs-"
"I'm fine. I liked it" he took your hand in yours, looking sheepish, "It's almost like being squeezed by your thighs when I eat you out."
You blinked at him, easing yourself back down.
"Huh. Who would've thought you had a choking kink" you muttered to yourself. Zoro swatted your bare ass lightly in retaliation, but didn't deny your words. He wasn't a liar. The two of you laid there in easy silence, listening to the breeze and inhaling the sweet perfume. You shifted, feeling the uncomfortable squelch of drooling cum from your pussy.
"Let's get cleaned up" your boyfriend suggested, sitting up. Clear droplets rolled down his torso with the movement, and you watched their movements.
"I don't think I've ever cum that hard" you said quietly. Zoro handed you a napkin he produced from his bag.
"Me either" he admitted. You giggled, still somewhat delirious from the post-sex high.
"What did you pack?" you asked curiously. You were starting to get hungry, and you were thirsty from your heaving breaths. Zoro silently handed you your clothes, and you took them gratefully. He began pulling out a meal and drinks from his bag, and it was obvious Sanji packed it with care. You smiled softly, understanding the sentiment. Zoro sucked up his pride to make you happy for a day.
You crawled over to him, still naked, and pressed your chest to his slightly sweaty back as you hugged him. He grunted at your sudden affection, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
"I love you, and I know you love me too. I see it in the small things, the things you can't hide. We love each other, and that's what matters. Don't let what they say get to you. I'll start telling the crew to stay out of it too" you said, determined. He somehow slung you around him and into his lap, an innocent smile on his face.
"Whatever you want to do. As long as you know that I love you"
You smiled easily in return, kissing the tip of his nose.
"Get dressed. You're naked" you said, crawling off his lap. You weren't sure if you could even stand up after that round.
Zoro landed a solid swat to your bare ass retreating from him, "you're one to talk"
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That evening back on the ship, Brook played your favorite songs, and you were surprised when Zoro thanked Usopp and Robin in front of you. They had gone above and beyond, creating a tiny greenhouse planter for your soon-to-be spring flower garden. Sanji asked if you liked the food, and you thanked him. Even Zoro held his tongue, simply nodding at the cook. That night, as you lay in bed with your boyfriend, you ran your fingers over his earrings before trailing your touch down his jaw. He opened his eye curiously.
"Thank you for today" you murmured. You didn't know how to begin describing how much it meant to you, so you simply kissed him gently, trying to pour your emotion into the kiss. He cupped your cheek, pulling back from the kiss.
"I love you" he muttered. You smiled softly. His walls were up again, but you could never doubt his words. He never lied. Not to you.
"I love you too, Zoro"
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