#he runs around the deck until i’m done and sit down

[grimmroach]

please look at this guy

[puckinghischier]

The 7th Year

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary: reader wants to celebrate Nico’s 7 year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils

notes: i really wanted to post this on his actual draft anniversary but i’m a slacker and didn’t finish it in time, so here it is now. it still counts cause it’s still draft week, right? anyways, i hope you enjoy and happy reading! 🫶🏼

[4.4k]

“Jack, it’s all wrong!” you cry out, looking at the orange cake sitting in front of you.

“Listen, we can fix it. I can run down to the nearest grocery store and have them make me a new one really quick,” Jack tries to reason with you, attempting to avoid the incoming meltdown.

Today was Nico’s seven-year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils. You know it’s an in-between milestone, most people celebrating every five years, but you didn’t care. You weren’t with him two years ago, having only been dating the hockey captain for a little over a year, so you were determined to make a big deal out of this milestone instead.

Your apartment was decked out in every tacky, red or devil related decoration imaginable, from cardboard cut-outs of Nico littered throughout the large living space to a custom ‘pin the horns on the nico’ party game you ordered for the occasion.

“Jack, I special ordered this cake four months ago, because the bakery he likes had a waiting list almost six months long for their cake decorator. I literally told them I’d pay extra if they could have it done by today,” you shut the lid of the cake box, not wanting to look at the orange monstrosity any longer.

You had sent them several reference pictures of what you wanted done, confirming with them last week that they had the correct pictures and color scheme.

“Well, at least they got the logo right?” Jack tries again, watching you run your hands through your recently curled hair.

People were set to start showing up any minute now, and you were panicking about being ready in time for Nico’s return home in a little over an hour. You barely had time to shower and make yourself presentable after spending all day transforming your apartment into a Nico museum.

All of his trophies and medals from childhood up until now are displayed on various surfaces around your shared apartment, action shot posters are taped on the living room walls, taking the place of your decorative pictures, and several of his old jerseys are on display in shadow boxes propped up in the high-top chairs that usually sit around the small table on your balcony, but are currently placed in various spots around the large room.

“Yeah, sure. The logo says Devils, but the colors say Flyers,” you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to stop yourself from crying off your fresh make-up.

Jack had been a trooper today. Luke too. The two of them had shown up to your apartment not even twenty minutes after Nico left with Jesper and Timo this morning for their early tee time. They helped you decorate and arrange your entire apartment, ran all over Hoboken with you grabbing last minute stuff for the evening, and Luke is out right now picking up the catering order that was supposed to be delivered but somehow got marked for pick up.

Your phone starts ringing in the middle of your deep breathing moment, trying to calm your nerves.

“Luke, please tell me you have the food and are on your way home,” you answer the phone, praying Luke is calling to check in and not to give you bad news.

“Yeah, I got it. On my way now. Just calling to check and see if you need anything else while I’m out,” he tells you, the sound of his car door shutting heard in the background.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. At least the food is taken care of, you think to yourself. “No, I think we’re good. I double checked everything before I got in the shower. And Jack has been setting stuff up while I was getting ready. Just please get here in one piece with the food before I have a small stroke,” you attempt a joke, but your tone sounds more strained than anything.

“Aye Aye, Mrs. Captain,” you hear through the phone, picturing the small salute Luke is likely doing right now.

You chuckle out a goodbye and hang up your phone.

“So, am I good to go get changed now, or do you need me to talk you off a ledge right now?” Jack asks you, treading lightly.

You send him an unamused glare. “No, I think I’ve done everything I can do until Luke gets here with the food. Go, change. Shower if you need to,” you wave him off, grabbing the cake on the counter in front of you and walking to place it in the large fridge.

“Alright, but if I hear the balcony door open I won’t hesitate to run out here butt naked to make sure you’re not trying to make an escape,” he sings out as he walks out of your kitchen, turning down the hallway towards your guest bathroom.

You flip him off even though he can’t see you, a smile on your face nonetheless.

Thirty minutes later, Jack is showered and dressed and a few of Nico’s teammates have shown up, decked out in the t-shirts you had ordered and distributed to everyone.

Each of Nico’s teammates are wearing a shirt with his picture from his draft on it. No matter who you were looking at, Nico’s smiling baby face, devils hat on his head and devils jersey pulled over his formal attire, with one finger pointed in the air to signify his being picked first overall, was looking back at you.

You thought it would be funny to have Nico walk into a surprise celebration with his face staring back at him from nearly everyone in attendance, and when you pitched the idea to his teammates they were all for it.

You had ordered your own shirt with Nico’s face on it, too. Although, yours was one of the shirts in the WWE style, overlapping, various pics of Nico making up the design.

As the time got closer to Nico coming home, more and more of his teammates and their significant others showed up, ready to surprise their captain.

Ten minutes before Nico was due arrive, you get a call from Jesper.

“Hey, you guys almost here?” you answer, walking away from the noise of your living room.

“Yeah, leaving the bar now,” he tells you, pausing to bid someone in the background goodbye and ringing out ‘thank you’ a few times as he walks out of the bar.

Jesper and Timo were tasked with keeping Nico busy and away from home today. It started with their game of golf, but quickly turned into an additional eighteen holes and trying to kill time at the clubhouse bar when their games went by far quicker than they anticipated.

Around lunchtime, Timo called you and told you Nico kept saying he was going to bow out early to come home and spend some time with you, but you begged them to find a way to keep him occupied. You ended up having to send him a message, telling him you were out with a friend for a quick lunch before a fake nail appointment that turned into a real one once he asked to see what design you had chosen this time. Which is why you were late getting ready, having to leave Jack to decorate the apartment during your impromptu salon trip.

Most of the time you love that Nico is so invested in your relationship. He always wants to spend time with you, going with you to hair and nail appointments, following you around like a puppy when you go shopping, and simply sticking around the house on days when he has nothing planned just to catch up on your latest reality show obsession he always gets hooked into.

Today, though, you wish he was a little more apt to spending time with his friends. The amount of ‘I miss you’ and ‘can’t wait to come home and binge love island!’ texts you got today made you love him even more – if that’s even possible – but also made your anxiety sky rocket each time, because you know if he wanted to, he would simply leave in the middle of his plans with Timo and Jesper, no amount of convincing able to keep him there.

“Alright, don’t forget your shirts,” you start to remind him. You turn your body to look behind you, hearing a chorus of “Lukey!” and “Moose!” ring out, signaling Luke was finally back with the food. “Hey, I gotta go Jesp, Luke just got back with the food. Be safe!” you rush out before hanging up, making your way back into the small crowd.

You weave through bodies until you reach your kitchen, watching Luke attempt to sit down the large disposable trays.

“Luke, please don’t drop those,” you run over to him, helping him slide the heavy food onto your kitchen island.

You unstack the pans, making sure each one is unharmed and an appropriate distance from the edge of the counter.

“C’mon, Y/N, have a little more faith in me than that. I can carry a few trays of food,” he tells you, dramatically flexing his arms at you.  

You roll your eyes at the curly-headed giant. Checking the time on your phone, you figure you have enough time to try and set up the food a little bit before Nico gets here. Opening the various pans, you freeze.

“Luke…what is this?” you ask him, a cold feeling washing over you.

Luke furrows his brows at you, peeking over your shoulder from his spot behind you. “The food you asked me to get? Is this a trick question?”

You dropped the flimsy lid, condensation from the hot dish flying everywhere.

When you were thinking about what food you wanted to have for the party, you knew it would be in the off-season, the Devils losing their playoff spot pretty early this season. So, you figured it would be a good time to order a few pans of his favorite dishes from his favorite Italian restaurant.

You ordered a pan of their lasagna, chicken parm, and a large pan of a steak and pasta dish specific to the restaurant. You had called them to confirm this morning, which is how you found out it was marked as pick up instead of delivery, causing Luke to have to drive forty-five minutes one way in order to grab the food.

What you were unaware of, however, is the fact that this restaurant, apparently, also caters an array of vegan options.

When you opened the three pans, you were met with a large pan of what looked like roasted cauliflower with tomato sauce, eggplant boats covered in pesto, and what looked like breaded and baked zucchini. 

You had no issue with vegan food, some of it being some of the most delicious food you’ve ever eaten, but this is not at all what you envisioned surprising Nico with.

“I ordered lasagna, chicken parm, and steak pasta. There is no chicken, parm, steak, or layered noodles in front of me right now,” you try to keep your tone even and calm, knowing it’s not Luke’s fault.

“I swear, they handed me the box of food that had your name on it. I even checked the receipt and everything,” Luke defended himself.

You can feel the tears welling up, despite your attempt at taking big, deep breaths to avoid your emotions getting the best of you.

When the first tear falls over, the rest come crashing out before you could even stop them. You bring your face to your hands and start sobbing, upset that you couldn’t have everything be perfect for such an important day for Nico.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Luke coos as he wraps you in a hug, your face still hidden by your hands. “You’re going to ruin your make-up. You don’t want to greet Nico while looking like a little raccoon, do you?” you let out a chuckle at Luke’s words, his attempt at cheering you up working for a quick moment.

You bring your hands away from your face, sniffling and trying to carefully wipe your eyes. Luke keeps you trapped in a hug, giving you a few moments to collect yourself before stepping back, rubbing your arms instead.

“I just wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted Nico to walk in here and see all of his friends here, ready to celebrate him. I wanted to surprise him with his favorite meal and his favorite cake from his favorite bakery, since he doesn’t ever get this stuff during the season. But instead he gets an orange cake and a vegan dinner,” you huff, gesturing to the food in front of you.

“Well, he’ll definitely be surprised,” Luke attempts another joke, this one earning a sarcastic laugh instead of a genuine one. “Listen, we can fix it, okay? We’ll call the place and get a refund then order a few pizzas, alright? It’ll be fine. Everyone likes pizza.”

He bends his knees so he’s eye level with you, trying to gauge your reaction to his suggestion.

You look over to the food on the counter, bringing a sliver of your bottom lip in-between your teeth, mulling the idea over in your head.

“Yeah, we can do that. Everyone does like pizza, don’t they?” you try to convince yourself pizza will be fine, you could just take Nico out to dinner for his Italian food later this week.

“They sure do. And lucky for you, I have the best pizzeria in Hoboken on speed dial. I’ll make them do a rush order for their favorite customer,” Luke winks down at you, stepping away to pull out his phone and make the last-minute order.

You cover the food in front of you back up, picking up each tray and tossing them in the trash can at the end of your island, knowing that a group of hungry hockey players wouldn’t want three trays worth of vegetables to eat for party food.

You stand in the middle of the kitchen, trying to compose yourself and wipe away any mascara residue when Jack comes running through the open doorway, frantic eyes landing on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve been crying? Jesper just texted and said they’re on the elevator on their way up,” he rushes out, walking towards you to make sure you’re alright.

“Catering mishap, Luke’s ordering pizza now. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Go grab him, quick,” you suddenly perk up, nerves bubbling in your stomach.

As you follow Jack out of the kitchen and make your way to the front of the small crowd at the end of your entry way, all you can think about is hoping Nico likes what you’ve done. You hope he doesn’t think the decorations are too tacky, or that the shirts are weird. You hope he’s okay with eating greasy pizza and orange cake. You hope he likes the custom Halifax and Devils split jersey you plan to gift him later to represent where he started and where he is now. Overall, you just hope he understands how proud you are of him.

You see Jack and Luke walk up beside you out of the corner of your eye, matching with the rest of their teammates that are surrounding you. Luke leans down to whisper “Pizza’s ordered, it’ll be here in twenty,” into your ear before standing back to his original height and facing forward, waiting on his captain to walk through the door.

You’re suddenly hit with a thought about how thankful you are for the people surrounding you. For Jack and Luke who dealt with your demanding and crazy self today, talking you off of ledges and running around doing your bidding all day long. You’re thankful for the teammates that showed up today, ready to celebrate the captain they love almost as much as you do. You’re thankful for Timo and Jesper, making sure Nico stays in the dark about the surprise, doing everything in their power to keep him out of your hair until this moment.

You’re so incredibly thankful that the universe has allowed you to not only love someone as kind, loving, and special as Nico, but that he loves you back just as much. You also gained an entire family through Nico, his teammates treating you like one of their own, showing you just as much love and care as they do him. You’ve found some of your best friends through him, Jack, Luke, Timo, and Jesper being four of the best people you’ve ever had in your life.

The sound of the front door opening distracts you from your sentimental thoughts. You see Jesper enter first, his Nico shirt looking a little out of place paired with his golf pants. Nico follows him in, blindfolded. You have to stop a snort from making its way out, not knowing Timo and Jesper were going to resort to blindfolding him. Timo follows a step behind Nico, hands on his shoulders, guiding him and preventing him from bumping into anything.

Timo guides him to a few feet in front of you, stopping him before dropping his hands from his shoulders.

“Alright, Cap, you can take your blindfold off now,” Jesper tells him, him and Timo quickly stepping over to where you stand, joining the rest of their team.

Nico reaches up the untie the blindfold on his head. “I swear to god, if you guys did this just to mess with me and take me to another bar I’m going to kill both of you. I told you I just wanted to go home to Y/N-“ Nico stops mid-sentence when the cloth falls into his hands.

A loud, “Surprise!” rings out around the room, Nico’s eyes darting to each person, then down to their shirts.

You stand there, smiling at his shocked face.

“What-“ he starts, but stops, speechless at the scene in front of him.

You step forward the few feet to him, his gaze finally landing on you.

“Happy draft anniversary, baby,” you tell him, smiling up at him.

He looks down at you, eyebrows furrowing. You can tell he didn’t remember what day it was until this moment, his eyes looking around the room again, understanding settling in on the choice of shirts.

“You did all this? For me?” he asks, a smile taking over his face as he looks down on you.

“Well, duh,” you tell him. “Your seven-year draft anniversary is a big deal, you know?”

He beams down at you, the amount of love in his eyes enough to nearly knock you down.

“I love you, you know that?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body close to his.

“I think you’ve told me once or twice,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes at you, bringing his lips down to meet yours. The kiss is innocent and sweet, considering most of his team is stood behind you, but it was enough to cause a feeling of warmth to wash over you, all the way down to your toes.

When you pull back from the kiss you can’t help but to keep smiling at him. “Alright, go greet your teammates now. I’ll find you later,” you tell him, patting him on the chest as you step back.

Nico gives you a wink before he walks over to his friends and teammates, making his way through hugs and handshakes.

You mostly sit back and observe for most of the night, splitting off from the festivities when the pizza was delivered, placing it in the kitchen and announcing everyone to just serve themselves.

You make your way around your apartment, conversing with Nico’s various coworkers. You cross paths with Nico a few times, each time he tried to whisk you away to your shared bedroom, but you insisted he have a good time with his friends, there’ll be plenty of time for the two of you later. You stick around Jack and Luke some, but finding yourself in a corner talking to Nicole, Jesper’s girlfriend towards the end of the night.

“Y/N, seriously, this is great. I wish I would have thought of something like this for Jesper. Nico hit the jackpot with you,” Nicole compliments.

Your cheeks redden. “He deserves it. I mean, he left everything he’d ever known in Switzerland to come here and pursue this. And look how well he did for himself,” you turn to look over at him standing with Jonas and Erik, Jonas attempting his turn at pinning the devil horns on the large poster of Nico on the wall.

You’ve always been amazed at Nico’s bravery and determination to pursue this dream, knowing how hard it was for you to move just a few states away from your family, much less halfway across the world. He proved every single person that told him he wouldn’t make it wrong, not only getting drafted, but being the first overall pick. And now he earned his captaincy on top of that, proving he’s not only a phenomenal player, but an even better teammate and leader.

“I think he did very well for himself, and not just in reference to hockey, either,” she tells you, leaning over and placing a hand on your leg to emphasize her point.

You look down, not particularly knowing how to respond to her compliments.

“Hey, Y/N, want us to stick around and help clean up,” you hear a voice ask you, turning around to see only Jack, Luke, Jesper and Timo remaining.

Nico walks over to you as Nicole stands and joins Jesper.

“Nah, you guys head out. We’ll call you tomorrow if we need any help,” Nico answers for you, standing behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.

“That’s code for ‘get out you goons, I’m trying to be alone with my girl right now,’” Jack says, earning a chuckle from the group.

You and Nico walk everyone to the door, saying your goodbyes before shutting the apartment door and turning around to observe the state of your apartment.

“Don’t even think about trying to clean anything up tonight. You’re not lifting a finger for the rest of the night,” Nico threatens, slipping his arms around your torso from behind, burying his face in your neck.

“C’mon, at least let me clean up the cups your lazy teammates didn’t throw away,” you pat his hands, starting to walk him over to start picking up the red, plastic cups.

“Alright, but after that we’re going to the bedroom and aren’t leaving until this time tomorrow,” Nico points a finger at you as he separates from your body.

The two of you gather all of the stray cups, bringing them into the kitchen to throw them away. You notice the empty pizza boxes, breaking a few of them down while asking Nico to put the leftovers in your fridge so they don’t ruin.

“What’s in the box?” he asks, grabbing the white cake box and dragging it out of the fridge.

“Oh no! I totally forgot about the cake!” you exclaim.

“You bought me a cake?” Nico opens the box.

He looks up at you, amusement in his eyes. “Schatz, why did you get me an orange Devils cake?”

You groan, bringing your hands up to rake them down your face.

“It was supposed to be red, but the bakery fucked it up and I didn’t know until they delivered it,” you explained, walking over to stand next to him as he looks between the cake and you.

“The catering was messed up too,” you continued. “I tried to order your favorite dishes from that Italian place you like, but they sent a bunch of vegan dishes instead, so Luke had to order pizza last minute.”

Nico lets out a laugh at your confession. “So, you threw me a draft anniversary party with an orange cake and vegan food?” he teases, closing the lid to the cake box and turning his body to face you.

You give him a pout. “Don’t make fun of me, I was trying to be nice to you.”

This earns another laugh, Nico placing his hands on either side of your pouting face.

“You could have thrown me a party with water soup as the entrée and ice cubes as appetizers and I would still think it’s the best party I’ve ever been to, simply because you planned it,” he tells you, looking down into your eyes.

“You meant it? You enjoyed yourself tonight?” you ask him earnestly, that small seed of worry making its way back into your brain.

Nico doesn’t answer, he leans down to kiss you for the second time that night. This time, though, he wasn’t as slow and sweet as he was when you had an audience.

His kiss isn’t rushed, but with his tongue slipping its way into your mouth, it quickly turns into a partial make-out session in your kitchen.

He pulls back once the two of you need to come up for air, resting his forehead against yours.

“I had a blast tonight. The shirts were a nice touch, by the way,” he smirks at you.

You let out a giggle, thinking of how funny it was when he registered all of his teammates were wearing his face on their chest.

“Thank you, seriously,” his tone turns serious. “I can’t even begin to explain to you what this means to me. I just wish I could’ve had you by my side from the start.”

You look at him through his long lashes, not being able to think about anything except for how much you love him at this moment.

“Well, you’ll have me until the end of it. Or until you get sick of me, whichever comes first,” you joke, causing Nico to pull his forehead back from yours.

He uses his hands that are still on your face to tilt your head up to look at him. “Not possible. If anyone gets sick of anyone around here it’s going to be you getting sick of me, because I never want to be anywhere but by your side.”

You just stare up at him, shaking your head in a no motion, the intensity of his stare taking any words from the tip of your tongue.

You both just stand there, staring at each other for what feels like hours, but was really just a few moments.

“Enough of us just standing in the kitchen, I think it’s time we take this little party to our bedroom so I can really show you how thankful I am,” he breaks the silence, his eyes going from love to lust before you could even blink.

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, just throwing you over his shoulder while you squeal, carrying you to your bedroom. As you pass all of the decorations on the hallway walls on your way to the bedroom, you’re already thinking of how you can make year eight’s anniversary even better, especially if Nico is as thankful next year as he proves to be this year, thanking you over and over and over again once you reach your bedroom.

[clockwayswrites]

Not So Imaginary

Parts 1-3 Parts 4-6Parts 7-8 WC: 1177

“I brought you some more books to read,” Jason said as he entered the room.

After Danny had shown that they were clearly a person (a kid at that) and answered a few questions, they had been moved to an actual room on the Watchtower. Jason was pretty sure part of it was how he refused to leave the cell until Danny was moved, but he didn’t really care as long as it got his friend safe.

Danny looked up with a grin. They were pretty solid today, sitting cross-leg on the bed with feet and everything.

“You’re back,” the artificial voice spoke out from the tablet like device in Danny’s hands. It was a version of something called a SGD, Bruce had said, and was used by people who had trouble with verbal sounds. They didn’t know if Danny would always need it or if they’re vocal cords would come back as they continued to solidify.

“I am. B said I could stay a whole three hours today too as long as I ate a snack while I was here,” Jason said, holding up one of the bags he had.

Three hours still wasn’t a lot, but it was better than the one it had been the rest of the week. It took a lot of begging, but B finally agreed that Jason was well enough for a test to see how it went. Danny was still draining life force from Jason, and only Jason, which made certain Leaguers nervous about letting the two of them close. Jason had done everything he could to let it happen: he’d begged and argued, he’d eating everything Alfie wanted him to, he rested whenever Bruce wanted him too which was all the time, and he even agreed to stay benched for as long as it took.

That last one had really helped convince Bruce and Dick that Jason wouldn’t back down from helping his friend.

“Good. I am happy. What do you have?”

“You liked the Hardy Boys, right? I have a few more of those and I found you some science mags you might like,” Jason said as he flopped onto the bed next to Danny. He could feel the odd tingle travel up his arm as he leaned into Danny.

“Thank you,” Danny said with a wide smile. The tone of the electronic voice didn’t match the brightness of that smile, but it was alright. Jason could also feel how happy Danny was.

“You’re doing okay?”

“Yes.” There was a long pause as Danny found the right words. They were pretty quick already with preset phrases, but odder things still took longer than regular talking would. “WW took me to observation deck. We watched stars. She told me stories of stars from her home.”

“Yeah?” Jason asked, trying to keep his voice from hitching around the word. He couldn’t bug Danny with that yet. “You like her? Wonder Woman?”

“Yes.” The reply was quick, but Danny was watching Jason with furrowed brows. They pushed a sense of question through their bond.

“I’m fine. Just thinking through some shit,” Jason said with a wave of his hand. “But Wonder Woman is really cool. She’s my favorite too.”

Danny set the tablet aside so that they could run their fingers through Jason’s hair. It felt odd, what with not all of the fingers always being all of the way solid, but a good sort of odd. It seems Jason couldn’t just Danny’s concern aside.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?”

Danny let out what for anyone else would have been a sigh and gave a little nod. They shorted through the bag of books Jason had brought and found a Hardy Boy’s to hand over to Jason.

“What me to read to you?” Jason waited for the nod. Apparently it was really important to let Danny choose things right then, or so the adults said. “Okay, move over a bit, yeah? You’re hogging all the bed.”

Danny placed their hand to their chest, face screwing up in an affronted expression. It didn’t work though when Jason could feel the amusement through their bond.

“Yeah yeah, I’m a brute, now shove over,” Jason said with a laugh. He worked his way up until he was lounging against the head of the bed.

Danny didn’t move.

“You’re a brat,” Jason accused.

Danny gave a silent laugh, humor bumbling up in their bond, before they flopped over right onto Jason’s chest. Jason let a huff of a sigh, but ran his fingers through Danny’s hair like he knew they liked before he opened the book to start read about another adventure of the Hardy Boys.

It was easier to feel the drain like this, when they were so close to each other and touching. Jason had tried to avoid spelling that out too much to Bruce. He got that his dad was just worried, but he was afraid if B knew he’d tried to keep Danny away.

As it was Bruce was trying to send Danny away.

Jason brushed the thought aside, focusing on doing his best to give the characters good voices for Danny. At least it was a distraction from all the rest of Jason’s thoughts. Two chapters later the stopped to ask, “Want a break or do you want another chapter?”

Danny rolled over and off Jason’s chest to flop onto the pillow next to him and Jason froze. His shock must have been clear because Danny scrambled up off the bed until they were floating above Jason.

“No! It’s a good thing. Just… you’re getting some of your color back,” Jason explained. He should really stop staring. He should take Danny to a mirror to see or something, but it was just that… Danny was beautiful right then. He found himself reaching up to brush his finger tips of the bright freckles that were scattered across Danny’s cheeks and nose like a galaxy of stars.

Bright teal eyes blinked back at him.

Jason cleared his throat. “Right, sorry, let’s go let you look.”

Danny floated to the side, landing on their feet as Jason stood, and followed behind behind to the small attached bathroom. Jason guided Danny in front of the mirror. White was spreading into their hair now.

For a moment Jason was worried that Danny was frozen in shock, then the other leaned in close to the mirror, touching the surface before bringing their hand up to their own face. Suddenly Danny was moving, spinning weightlessly around Jason as they gave a soundless whoop.

“I know,” Jason said with a grin of his own. “Look at you! You’re really coming together now! I knew you could do it. I knew that you could come back.”

Slowly, Danny drifted back down so that the tips of their toes brushed against the floor. They rested their forehead against Jason’s.

He didn’t need words to understand what Danny was trying to say.

“Don’t have to thank me, stardust. I’ll always come for you just like you’ll always come for me.”

--- AN: Oh ho, is Jason starting to realize he has a crush? And what isn't he telling Danny? Hopefully this part is good, the weather is giving me such a migraine/making me super dizzy so my eyes are crossing some! (Yes, I'm resting, on the couch with a cat!)

I really should have made an update post for this... this supposed ficlet just keeps going! 7K now! Aaaah well. Anywho, stay delightful, darlings!

[lovebugism]

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” with a grumpy scrooge eddie!! maybe he and reader move into a new neighborhood with friendly neighbors who go all out for christmas and are always caroling? i can’t imagine the people of hawkins showing up at his door lol

ty for requesting :D — the metalhead freak gets stuck with a bunch of carolers and runs to his girl for comfort (established relationship, fluff, eddie "loves being babied" munson, 1.2k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Eddie moves to the nice side of Hawkins with you. Not the suburbs, exactly, but pretty damn close. 

It’s a house with stairs and a sliding back door, both of which only existed in movies for a kid who grew up in a trailer park. The backyard is fenced in, too — big enough for a dog. A couple of them, even. And maybe a pool if his music career takes off. The realtor also told you that the school district is “to die for,” and even though that’s not really an issue right now, Eddie figures it’ll be important sometime soon.

These are all things you’re supposed to care about when you’re settling down with someone you can see a future with. Eddie thinks so, at least. He can see himself getting old with you, in this house and on that front porch. He’ll be holding your hand on your afternoon walks until both of yours are spotted and wrinkly.

The only bad thing about life (halfway) in the suburbs is running into all the assholes he used to know in high school. Vicki Carmichael was walking her too-expensive dog yesterday morning, and the afternoon before that, Tina Burton had the whole cul-de-sac down the street shut down for her kid’s first birthday party. What the hell is a one-year-old even supposed to do with a bouncy house?

It’s totally trippy. 

But Eddie’s been able to avoid them well enough. Or maybe everyone else is avoiding him. Either way, he’s grateful.

“No— where are you going?” you whine as Eddie slides open the glass door of the shower. You’re still getting used to being able to do this with him now that you’ve moved into the new place. The bathroom back at the trailer was barely big enough for one person, let alone two.

“I’m already done, and you’ve barely even started,” he answers, laughing at the dramatic desperation in your voice. 

He steps onto the plush mat outside the tub and wraps a towel around his tattooed hips. Steam flows out, and the outside cold swoops in. It pricks your skin and makes you shiver. You duck under the faucet for warmth until he closes the door behind him.

“You’re gonna be in here forever, and I’m gonna get all pruney,” Eddie insists, right before shaking out his damp curls like a wet dog.

“You usually like it when I take my time,” you joke, laughing when it makes him silent.

Eddie’s brain gets all foggy at your words. Worse than the heavy steam filling up the bathroom. He’s contemplating whether or not to jump back into the shower with you — and really let you “take your time” — but a knock on the door throws a wrench in his plans.

“Can you get the door for me, honey?” you ask just to tease him, ‘cause you know he’s milliseconds away from pressing you against the shower wall.

He listens to you, because he always listens to you, and then ultimately decides he never will again.

Eddie leaves the warmth of the bathroom, shoves on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that do little to protect him from the bitter cold outside, and finds a number of familiar faces standing on his porch. 

It’s an entire crowd of people who used to bully him in high school — plus a bunch of snotty private school kids — all dressed up in the most horrendous, white-bread Christmas outfits the world has ever seen.

“Oh, shit…” Eddie mumbles under his breath, the evidence of his words leaving in a thin white cloud. He hadn’t even meant to say them out loud. They just sorta spilled out in the moment. Honestly, he thinks he might be dreaming.

The town’s resident metalhead is forced to sit through a botched rendition of Deck the Halls and Holy Night. And since you’re still in the shower, you can’t even swoop in to save him from it all. He just suffers through the half-out-of-tune caroling while his drying hair frizzes, a wavering smile of confusion stagnant on his face. 

When they’re finally gone, Eddie shuts the door with a chest-deflating sigh. He isn’t totally sure he’s taken a single breath since he opened the damn thing.

“Who was that?” you call from the top of the stairs, a fuzzy towel clutched to your chest. The warm scent of your body wash flows from the opened bathroom door and down the steps.

Eddie turns to look up at you from the bottom of them. He feels so suddenly drained. Like he just ran a marathon or pulled an all-nighter — something utterly exhausting that’s taken a piece of his soul. Maybe it’s dramatic, but he feels a little like his suffering has stripped ten years off his life.

“Remind me again why we can’t kill the carolers?” he jokes as he trudges up the stairs, the railing of them lined with glowing garlands.

“Those were carolers?” you gape, eyes wide and brows raised to your hairline.

Answering the door isn’t really Eddie’s thing. Conversations with strangers at the door aren’t really his thing, either. You think he might’ve just lived through one of his greatest fears.

“Yeah,” he scoffs, laughing through an exhausted sigh. He walks to your shared bedroom and flops on the center of the bed. A heavy sigh falls from his lips like he just got done working a twelve-hour shift. 

You’d laugh at his dramatics if you thought they were anything but totally real. So instead, you sit gingerly beside him, careful to keep your towel from falling, and try to comfort him without giggling.

“Shit, babe. I’m sorry,” you mutter, rubbing a palm up and down the length of his back. You’re grateful he can’t see your smile from this angle, lest he think you aren’t taking this seriously.

“Oh, don’t be,” he tells you, muffled into his pillow. Sarcasm drips from his honeyed lips like venom. “It was tons of fun seeing Jason fucking Carver on our doorstep.”

“Jason was out there?” you gape, a little louder than you mean to. Your shock is palpable.

Eddie huffs and turns onto his back. “Yeah— did you know he has a kid now?”

“What?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods with a small smirk. The life returns to the chocolate of his eyes now that he can gossip. “She was a really cute baby, you know, considering. The odds weren’t really in her favor there.”

You tilt your cheek to your shoulder and cup his jaw with a warm hand. Your thumb rubs gently over the flushed apple of it, tinted cold from the outside weather. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you,” you tell him, half playful but with a sincere glimmer in your eye.

“No, it’s okay,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’m glad you weren’t there to see that.”

You can’t tell if Eddie knows you’re teasing him or not. Or if he’s joking about the whole thing ‘cause it’s over now. Your boy’s too hard to read for his own good. You decide to keep pitying him anyway. His love language is basically being babied.

“Want me to make you some hot chocolate?”

He nods, a small pout jutting out his rosy lips. “With the mini marshmallows, please?” he mumbles.

You bend at the waist to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Whatever you want, babe,” you promise in a gentle murmur.

[callsign-fox]

Wingman - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Been sitting in the drafts/Lightly edited

Written with @fanficgirl429 <3

18+ Only // Enjoy xo

--------------------------------------------------------

When you sign on to be a pilot for the Navy as a female, you know you’ll have to put up with egotistical men on a daily basis, however, it’s not until you have to work with them that you realize how incredibly self centered they actually are. 

The canopy to my jet raised and I quickly climbed down the ladder. My wingman, Rooster, landed right behind me and he was currently maneuvering his jet into the assigned spot beside mine. Rooster was not my first choice for a wingman, he wasn’t my second or third either. It was near impossible to work with him and I was sure our superiors were getting ready to ship one of us off to Guam just to separate us from one another. Fortunately for them, we were two of the best the Navy had to offer and so for that reason alone, we were stuck together. 

I glanced up from my current conversation with my flight crew just as Rooster walked by, his head down and stupid aviator sunglasses shielding his eyes. I rolled my eyes as he continued by not saying a word. Of course he wouldn't say anything, he was the reason we failed the exercise.

“That was a disaster,” I mumbled to myself.

I turned behind me just as my friend Phoenix walked by. “What was going on up there?” she asked, watching    

Bradley as he disappeared into the locker room. 

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Bradley and report it back to me?” 

Phoenix shook her head. “No thanks. I’m slightly terrified of him when he’s angry.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Well, he’s an asshole.”

Phoenix glanced back at the locker room before looking over at me. She lowered her voice as she said, “I have to tell you something about Bradley and it’s probably going to make you mad.” 

“Well if it has to do with Bradley, of course it’s going to make me mad.”

Phoenix sighed and began, “Well, I was at the Hard Deck the other night and ran into Anders. Apparently there is a rumor going around about you back in the Academy.” 

My eyes narrowed in on her and I clenched my fist, “About what?”

“Now don't shoot the messenger, you can be scary sometimes too.” 

“Phoenix!” I yelled, losing my patience. 

“Apparently Bradley started a rumor that the only reason you got into Top Gun was because you…” Phoenix trailed off. 

My heart began to race and I felt my cheeks grow hot. “Because I what?” 

“Because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.” 

“What?” I shrieked and quickly began to walk towards the locker room. 

When I reached the door to the men's locker room, I pulled it open and immediately locked eyes with Hangman. A towel hung off his hips, showing off his incredible abs. I tore my eyes away, feeling a blush creep up my neck. 

“Where is he?” I asked. 

Without hesitating, Hangman pointed towards the back, where I assumed the showers were. There was only one shower being used and I walked over and pushed the white curtain aside. 

“Hey!” a very familiar voice shouted. “What the fuck?” 

I took a step back, not wanting to get wet. Bradley reached out and grabbed his white towel from the hook and wrapped it around his waist. I couldn’t help but notice how well built he was. His six pack abs were on full display and I hated how much I wanted to run my fingers along them. 

“What do you want Y/N?” 

My eyes snapped away from his body and I stared into his brown eyes. “I heard a rumor about me. One that you might happen to know about.” 

Bradley narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Yea, I might happen to know what you’re referring to.” 

“Are you insane? What did I do to you besides tolerate you every damn day for the last four years!”

Bradley shrugged. “I’ve been a delight! You have done nothing but drive me insane.”

“You didn't know, the only reason I’m here is to drive you crazy!”

Bradley laughed. “Nope. The only reason you’re here is because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.” 

My jaw dropped and I couldn't help but growl at him. “That never happened! I hate you so much.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the feeling is mutual.” 

I took a step forward and shoved him hard causing him to stumble back into the shower, but before I could react his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me under the hot stream of water. To my amusement my hands were pressed against his chest, and before I could register what I was doing my nails ran down his toned abs to the top of his towel. The moment was over when I pulled my hands away and brushed them through my now wet hair. 

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are when you’re mad at me?” he said, his voice low. 

His words caught me off guard. “Wait, what?”

The hot water was still running over my body and I was becoming increasingly aware of just how see through my white t-shirt was when I noticed Bradley’s eyes looking down at my chest. 

“I know I shouldn't be this turned on right now, but I am.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed a piece of wet hair behind my ear. “You’re such a prick.”

Bradley ran his tongue along his lower lip and smiled. A moment later his lips came crashing into mine. The urge to push him off of me came and went as my hands snaked around his neck and I began twirling my fingers through his hair. 

His lips moved quickly as he placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. My body was pressed against his and I could feel his erection against my stomach. My core slightly throbbed, begging to be touched by him. 

Bradley’s fingers toyed with the bottom of my wet t-shirt before he slipped them under and pulled the shirt over my head, barely breaking the kiss. My shirt dropped to the floor and I quickly pushed it away with my foot. By now the rest of the guys would have left, but I pulled the shower curtain shut just in case. 

His lips brushed softly against my neck before pressing against my ear and whispered, “Does that mean you want me to keep going?” 

My fingers toyed with the top of Bradley’s towel as I gave him a slight nod. His hands gripped my waist and he swiftly spun us around so that my back was pressed against the wall. Bradley hurriedly unbuttoned my wet jean shorts and pushed them down my waist before dropping them to the floor. He quickly turned off the water as it began to get cold, but not before our lips were once again intertwined. In the mess of clothes coming off, I hadn’t even noticed his towel dropped to the floor, proving to me that the rumors about how endowed Bradley Bradshaw was, were indeed true. 

“Well, well. I guess I won’t ever be able to spread anymore rumors about how small Rooster is.” 

He pulled back, slightly offended. “Wait, what have you been telling people?” 

I let out a small laugh. “What’s done is done, YOU told people I gave an admiral a blow job.” 

“And if you’re any good at it, I'll be sure to pass that on and your spot in Top Gun will have been well deserved.” 

I gave him a small smack on his arm before reaching over and placing my hand against his chest. My eyes locked with his as I slowly began to run my fingers down his chest and towards his stomach. My polished nails left faint red lines on his skin and Bradley looked all too amused as he watched me drop down to my knees. 

Bradley sucked in his breath as my hand wrapped around him. I slowly moved my hand along his length, which by Bradley’s reaction of pressing his hand to the wall to steady himself, was a good move. I gently grazed my tongue over his tip and his free hand instinctively moved to my long brown hair, giving it a slight tug. I smiled as his hips jerked forward, pushing his length further into my mouth. I didn’t miss a beat as I continued with my lips wrapped around him, causing him to let out a deep moan and pull tighter on my hair.

“Y/N,” Bradley breathed, “you need to stop…now.”

I let out a small chuckle before standing up and Bradley immediately pulled me against him. He placed his lips against mine, kissing me quickly. One hand wrapped around my waist, while the other moved up my stomach and towards my chest. His fingers played with my nipple, causing it to stand erect. With each touch, my core throbbed from being ignored by him. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the tension but Bradley noticed. His hand moved from my chest, along my stomach, and towards my core. 

His calloused fingers ran along my center, coming to a stop at my sensitive spot. Two fingers rubbed against it and I let out a moan. Bradley’s lips continued to move against mine and he slipped two fingers inside me. He moved them against me and I could feel my high quickly approaching with each movement. 

“I’m close,” I told him. 

His fingers continued to move and it didn’t take long before my walls were clenching around him. My legs became weak and Bradley placed his hands on my hips, helping me steady myself. It had been a while since I had an orgasm that intense. 

Once I was able to stand on my own, I reached down and placed my hand on his erection. He took a step closer to me. 

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked. 

“If you ask me one more time, I’m going to walk out of here,” I told him. 

“You’re making it really hard to hate you right now,” Bradley said, while placing a hand on the back of my thigh. 

My leg wrapped around his waist, and without hesitation Bradley pushed his length inside of me, my walls stretching around him. A gasp escaped my lips and Bradley smiled.

“You’re so tight.” 

He gave me a moment to get used to the size before he began to move his hips against mine. 

Each thrust pushed me closer to my second climax of the day. I let out a loud gasp as his length hit the perfect spot. 

Bradley smirked as I continued to melt against his touch. 

“I’m so close,” I whispered. 

He reached down and pressed two fingers against my sensitive spot, rubbing it casually. 

Within moments my walls clenched around him and my legs became weak. The humidity from the shower made our bodies sticky and sweaty, which only helped my arousal. Bradley continued thrusting and seconds later he released inside of me, a moan escaping his lips. 

The two of us stood there for a moment, catching our breaths. Bradley stared at me and I smiled shyly, fully realizing that we were both completely naked. I reached for the towel he had hung on the side of the shower and wrapped it around my waist. 

“That was mine.” 

I stepped out of the shower, reaching down and picking up my soaked t-shirt and shorts that had lazily been pushed aside. “These are the only clothes I have with me. How am I supposed to get home?” 

He walked over to his duffle bag that was sitting on the bathroom bench and pulled out a gray t-shirt. “Here you go. I can get it back from you tomorrow, after training.”

“That would imply I am inviting you over to get it, and I haven’t.” 

“Oh,” Bradley said with a wink. “You will invite me over.” And once again there was that attitude I knew and hated.

[theodoresgirl]

hey I have a request for a Killian jones x female reader where the female reader is Emma’s twin sister (looks more like snow) and has a 3 year old daughter from a past toxic relationship, if you can’t do it that’s fine either way thank you :)

Killian jones x Emma’s twin sister

Killian jones x Fem!Reader

A/n: I did not forget about this request, Sorry it took me a few days to do! Hope you enjoy<3

—————————————————————————

Y/n was the daughter of David Nolan and Mary Margaret. She also is the twin sister of the savior Emma Swan. She grew up being bounced between foster homes in New Orleans. When she was 23 she had gotten into a really toxic relationship, at 25 she got pregnant and had a daughter.

She had been stuck in the toxic relationship until she was 28, She had packed up her and some of her daughters things and left in the middle of the night.

She had silky long black hair that was curly, brown eyes and a round face with dimples. She almost looked like a clone of Mary Margaret. Her daughter Edith had long dark brunette hair with emerald eyes.

Killian had met y/n and her daughter Edith one day when she had went to visit her sister and parents for one of the first times.

⭐️

Thursday June 25th, 12:51pm.

Y/n was sitting on the top deck of the jolly roger with Edith, They were eating some sandwiches from granny’s. They were waiting on Killian to finish cleaning his ship.

Edith was sitting on the edge of the ship walls looking out on the water, Y/n kept her view on her daughter and occasionally if he was in view, glancing at killian. Y/n finishes her sandwich and crumbles up the wrapper putting it into a bag.

Y/n looks around trying to see killian but doesn’t, “can i have your trash princess?” She holds the bag out so Edith can put her trash in it, “and I need you to be on the deck instead of railing so I can go run this up to the dumpster” Edith shakes her head as she puts her trash into the bag.

“I can’t leave you on the railing of the boat- ship? You could fall in the water” “Mermaid” edith looks over the edge. “It doesn’t work that way” She holds Edith back so she doesn’t fall. “I’ll watch her, Don’t worry about it love” Killian came up behind her, startling her. “Oh!- it’s fine- you- You don’t gotta worry about it, Weren’t you cleaning?” she nervously smiled, still not used to someone offering to help her.

“I’m done cleaning, Honestly love we could just head back to your loft if you wanted-“ “i wanna stay” the little one interrupted. Y/n sighed before nodding “i’ll be right back then” she said as she walked down and off the jolly roger.

“Alright then love” Killian smirks and she walks away. He turns towards Edith and leans against the railing of the ship and holds himself up with his elbows. “So what do you like kiddo?” He asked curiously. Edith answered back “Princess, Cartoons, Barbie-“ “I'm gonna have to cut you off there my lady, I have no idea what this ‘barbie’ is, Cartoons too?” Killian admitted. Edith looks at Killian with a confused look, “you don’t know barbie?”. Killian shook his head “what is it?”

“Barbie is movies, some of my favorites” She smiles. “You’ll have to show me one next time I’m over then” Killian pats her head with his hand.

Edith nods and giggles “we can watch a mermaid one” “oh? There’s mermaids?” Killian raises an eyebrow. “yes!! Yes!!” she nods and smiles.

⭐️

Saturday June 27th, 8:00pm

Y/n was laying in the living room with Killian and Edith. Edith was sitting in front of her mother and the pirate watching Barbie: In a Mermaid Tale 2. Killian was laying on the couch with y/n laying on his chest.

Killian had his focus on the tv, only sometimes asking questions about ‘Barbie’, and either getting an answer from the little brunette in front of him or the pale skinned woman in his arms.

After the movie was over both Y/n and Edith were asleep, Killian carefully slips himself out from under Y/n and picks her up. He carries her to her bedroom and lays her down before going out to the living room again and turning everything off. He picks up little Edith and carries her to her room and lays her down, tucking her in, “Goodnight Kiddo.” He muttered as he walked out of the room going into Y/n.

[whiskeypascals]

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

(not my gif)

pre-outbreak and happy Joel :)

Summary: It’s nearing Halloween and Y/N invited Joel over to hand out candy and have a few drinks after helping him put out decorations, Sarah was out trick or treating with some of her friends and wouldn’t be home until morning and things end up getting spicy between Joel and Y/N wink wink

Warnings: smut, bottom Y/N , alcohol, dirty talk, biting, multiple orgasms, teasing, praise.

———————

It was the Monday before Halloween, 2002 and Joel was excited to say the least, he loved the holiday and he loved seeing the subdivision full of life. He had got an early start on setting out decorations when he noticed that his neighbor, Y/N, was also starting early.

Y/N was chaotically putting out stringy fake cobweb decorations and it looked like he was struggling quite a bit.

Joel laughed to himself, noticing how Y/N kept getting his fingers caught in the fake webs and started to walk over to ask if he needed help.

“Hey! One second I’m almost…Fuck.” Y/N said before getting the decoration caught up by his shoulder somehow.

“Must’ve caught a thread, here, let me get it.” Joel offered up, reaching up to Y/N’s shoulder to grab the string. He pulled it off of his shoulder and handed it to him.

“Thanks, I can’t believe I’ve lived here for almost three months and never got your name, I’m Y/N.” He reached out his empty hand.

“Joel,” He smiled and went to shake Y/N’s hand, “Hey uh, I’m almost done over at my place if you need a hand.” he offered up.

“Oh, that would be really nice” Y/N smiled back at Joel.

The pair finished right as it was getting dark and after Y/N reached down to plug in the purple and orange lights, the two simply marveled at the decorating job they completed.

“Thanks Joel, I appreciate it.” Y/N rolled up his sleeves and looked over to the man next to him before speaking again.

“Hey, would you like to come have a couple drinks on Halloween and hand out candy? I mean it’s only fair because you helped me do all of this.” He motioned to the decorations.

Joel looked over at Y/N and thought for a second before replying with a simple, “Yeah that’d be nice”.

Flash forward to that Thursday and Y/N was sitting out in his driveway in a lawn chair watching Joel say goodbye to Sarah.

“If you need anything you tell Veronica’s mom to call me alright baby?” He said going to hug his daughter.

“Okay dad, love you!” She said turning to run towards her group of friends huddled on the street.

“Love you too baby! Have fun!” He yelled as she crossed to greet her friends.

Y/N noticed Joel run back inside his house and for a split second thought Joel had forgotten about their plans but then a group of trick or treaters started walking up his driveway and the thought slipped his mind.

Inside, Joel was running around his house finding all of the pieces for his costume, he dressed up every year and since Y/N had just moved in in July, he’d never known about Joel being one of the only adults on the street dressing up. He found all the pieces of the set as quickly as he could and looked in the mirror after he put all of it on. He smiled to himself and grabbed his cell and went outside.

Y/N was still sitting out in the lawn chair set up in his driveway when Joel walked over, “Hey Y/N sorry if I’m late at all, had to change real fast.” He smiled.

Y/N was absolutely awe struck. Joel was dressed up in full cowboy attire, decked out with a bandana around his neck and a leather hat on.

“No it’s all good Joel, there wasn’t any rush or anything. It’s still pretty early.” He said standing up to go grab a second chair so Joel could sit.

Joel found two cans of beer, one unopened and he assumed it was for him, but didn’t want to make himself too much at home and waited to wait til Y/N got back to ask to drink it.

Y/N came back with Joel’s chair in his arms and unfolded it so he could sit down.

“So, I’m guessing you dress up every year?” Y/N asked as he sat.

“No these are my normal clothes, is there something wrong with them?” Joel asked looking down at his clothes, looking up at, Y/N and laughing.

“You look nice Joel.” Y/N smiled.

“Oh, I almost forgot, here’s the drink I promised, we could always go inside and get more later if you want.” Y/N said, grabbing the can next to his own and handing it over to Joel.

“Thanks.” Joel grabbed the beer, opened it, and took a drink.

More kids came and went and then came and went again before Joel’s phone started ringing. He answered and talked for a few minutes before hanging up. Y/N glanced over at him while he was putting his phone back in his pocket, Joel looked over at him and started explaining the call.

“Sarah’s staying at her friends house tonight, so if your offer from earlier is still up we can go on inside.”

Y/N nodded and smiled “Yeah, we can go”

The pair stood up and Y/N got the chairs while Joel got the nearing empty cans and the candy bowl with about a handful left of candy to the front door and they went inside.

Joel was met with a pleasant smell as he walked in, Y/N’s house was beautifully decorated and incredibly clean. Joel thought back when he remembered that he has never seen a kid or another adult come in or enter and it hit him that Y/N lived alone.

“It’s uh, nothing special.” Y/N said noticing Joel looking around like he’s never been in a house before.

“you have a nice house, Y/N.” Joel said following the other man into the kitchen area.

“Are you a whiskey and coke man?” Y/N asked

“Take a look at me.” Joel said sitting down at the bar.

Y/N chuckled and grabbed two whiskey glasses and opening up the fridge to grab a two liter of coke. he brought the glasses and soda to the bar where the bottle of whiskey was sitting.

Joel was still sat in his costume, he took off his hat when he sat down but kept everything else on. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as he poured the drinks, Joel took a notice and smirked at the man in front of him.

Y/N finished pouring and scooted one of the glasses to Joel and watched as he took a swig. He swallowed thickly and felt the burn he’d grown to love go down his throat. He set the glass back on the table and raised both of his eyebrows

“Goes down smooth.” He said as Y/N finally took a drink, who nodded after putting his glass down next to Joel’s.

A few drinks later, almost half of the whiskey bottle was empty and Y/N and Joel were sitting on the couch watching a movie that Joel insisted was ‘the best thing to come out’. The first two buttons on Joel’s shirt had come unbuttoned and the bandana he had around his neck had disappeared. The two men had a very pleasant glow inside of them from the drinks.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Y/N had gotten hungry and remembered that he had bought cereal the day before and got the best idea on the planet.

“I’m gonna get some cereal, you want a bowl?” he got up to go to the kitchen.

“I’m good.” Joel replied from the couch.

Y/N saw out of the corner of his eye that Joel stood up and started walking over to him.

“You need something Joel?”

“mm-mm”

Joel sat down at the bar again and just watched as Y/N made his cereal.

“You sobering up?” Y/N asked, he was himself so he was curious about Joel’s state.

“Yeah.” he said.

His voice was deep and it sounded like he was tired, Y/N found it incredibly attractive.

Y/N sat his bowl down on the bar in front of Joel.

“Your costume looked really good tonight Joel.” he said not trying to hide that he was eyeing the man across the bar up and down.

Joel was taken aback by the sudden change in Y/N’s demeanor, he went from an awkward dude who kept getting stuck in fake cobwebs, and now he was talking him up.

It wasn’t a bad thing to Joel though.

“I bet you’d like it better if it was off, huh?”

Joel smirked and stood up

Y/N was suddenly speechless.

“Can’t be all quiet now, Y/N.”

Joel walked his way around the bar and stood in front of Y/N, who swallowed just as thick as Joel when he took the first drink of whiskey a few hours prior.

“Saw you eyeing me up all night pretty boy.”

Y/N said nothing again.

It was his turn to be shocked, he had never thought that Joel could get like this, but he could honestly get used to it.

“Joel are you completely sober.” it was less of a question and more like a demand to know.

“Yes Y/N, swear.” Joel replied.

“So you won’t regret kissing me?”

“Will you regret letting me kiss you?”

Y/N shook his head no and Joel leaned in to kiss him. As he deepened the kiss, Joel pushed him back to lean against the counter top. His arm snaked around Y/N’s waist and he took a sharp breath in through his nose.

Y/N was the first to pull away, but he took one look at Joel’s lust filled face and went right back in for another kiss. This one felt different from the other, there was a hunger in it. Both men knew that this wouldn’t be a kiss that lead to nothing.

Joel pulled away first this time.

“You tell me now if you don’t want this to go any further.” He said, he could one hundred percent tell that Y/N wanted to go further but he just wanted to make sure.

“I want to Joel, please.” Y/N whispered.

Joel moved off of Y/N and let him lead the way to the couch.

Y/N sat down and took off his thermal shirt and Joel un-buckled his belt and pulled it off before sitting down next to Y/N.

“How do you want to do this?” Joel asked looking over at Y/N.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

Joel nodded slowly and smirked once again as Y/N threw his legs over his own thighs. Y/N put his hands on Joel’s shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss.

Almost immediately Joel’s tongue prodded ad Y/N’s lips, he turned his head to the side a little bit to get a better angle to be able to let Joel into his mouth.

After the kiss, both were left breathless.

“If you keep smirking like that I’ll explode.” Y/N said as he panted slightly. Joel chuckled in response. He said nothing as he shrugged Y/N’s hands off his shoulders and leaned forward. He put his arms on Y/N’s hips to hold him in place and went straight for his neck. He kissed lightly at the space where Y/N’s shoulder and neck met. Y/N gasped as Joel bit down, it wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but it was hard enough to make Y/N buck his hips up towards Joel.

Between Joel’s mouth and the friction in Y/N’s jeans, he let out multiple small whines and pleas. Joel pulled off of Y/N and looked at his neck, admiring the red blotches and bite marks on it.

“Joel please do something!” Y/N begged, grinding his hips down onto Joel’s, feeling everything in the process. Joel groaned at the friction that he caused between them.

“Fuck.” is all he said in response.

Joel reached down to un-button Y/N’s jeans as fast as he could. When he got them undone, he pulled the band of his boxers down and let his dick spring free. he spit in his palm and finally gave Y/N what he wanted the most.

Y/N’s head flew back as he let out a groan, his eyes screwed shut and he furrowed his brows.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Joel demanded, stopping his hand right at Y/N’s base.

Y/N pulled his head back up and opened his eyes, “Joel, please. Please don’t stop.” he whined.

“I don’t want you cummin’ yet baby,” Joel took his hand off of Y/N, “I want you comin’ completely undone with me inside you.”

Y/N was speechless for the second time tonight.

Joel leaned in to whisper to him, “Get up and take off your pants.”

“I know you’ve got lube and condoms around here somewhere, go get ‘em.” Joel said.

Y/N nodded and Joel watched him turn away and almost sprint to his room. He got everything and went back into the living room and saw that Joel had rid himself of his tight jeans and was slowly stroking himself with his head leaned back. Y/N tossed the lube and condom onto the couch cushion and finally got a good look at Joel’s dick. He for sure thought he would start drooling if Joel didn’t snap his head up when he heard the items hit the couch.

Y/N got back into Joel’s lap and went in for another kiss, after they pulled apart, Joel grabbed the lube from the cushion beside them and opened it up one handed. He squeezed a little bit onto his fingers and rubbed them against his thumb to warm up the gel. He decided he wanted to start slow and reached around to prod at Y/N’s entrance, maintaining eye contact with Y/N the whole time.

“Joel please stop teasing me.” Y/N’s hands ended up on Joel’s shoulders again and he dug his nails into the skin there.

Joel fit his middle finger next to his index and started scissoring them to stretch Y/N out. He writhed as Joel kept his movements at a steady pace.

“Joel ‘m gonna cum.” Y/N said as white hot pleasure took over his body.

He came with a long stretched out moan and Joel pulled his fingers out.

“D’ya think you could give me one more babe?”

Y/N nodded and looked down to see Joel’s dick leaking pre-cum onto his stomach and reached to wrap his hand around it. and Joel hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re being so good for me.” He said as Y/N picked up his speed.

Y/N stopped his hand and reached over for the condom. He opened it and started to roll it out onto Joel. The condom itself was pre-lubricated and there was still lube on Y/N’s hole so after it was rolled all the way on, Y/N lifted himself to give Joel room to reposition himself.

Joel held his dick in place as Y/N sat himself on it. The both of them groaned as Joel bottomed out.

“You’ve done this before, huh?” Joel asked moving Y/N’s hair off of his sweaty forehead.

“Mhm.” he nodded.

“So ya know how to ride?”

“Yeah.” Y/N breathed out heavily.

He put his hands back on Joel’s shoulders and used his arms to help himself lift halfway off of Joel and pushed himself back down with a whine, he kept us this rhythm for a couple minutes before Joel took his hand down to wrap around Y/N and stroke him in the same rhythm as his bouncing.

Y/N was squeezing around Joel’s cock and his jaw dropped to make an ‘o’ face.

“‘S so good keep goin’ baby” Joel’s hand had moved to Y/N’s waist and his jaw had tightened.

He thought for a second before slamming Y/N down onto himself and fucking up into him.

Y/N let out a stream of curses and Joel’s grip only got harder as he relentlessly slammed into him. Y/N brought a hand to his dick and started stroking with Joel’s thrusts. He let out one final ‘fuck’ as he came into his fist.

Joel didn’t stop though, “I’m almost there baby, c’mon.”

He let out a grunt when Y/N started grinding down on his dick. Small chants of ‘ah’ left his mouth as the man on top of him kept going. As Joels thrusts got sloppier and his grip on Y/N’s waist got tighter, Y/N knew he was close.

Joel came into the condom mere seconds later, “Fuck Y/N.” He panted.

Y/N got up off of Joel with minimal struggle, both of them were sensitive and neither wanted to hurt the other, and Joel pulled off the condom, tying it off and going to the bathroom to throw it away.

“Do you want to stay the night? It would be rude of me to tell you to go home.” Y/N said, grabbing his pants and boxers to throw them in the dirty laundry bin.

“Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble, can I shower though?”

Y/N nodded and brought him to his bedroom to shower in the en suite. He got into his dresser and got out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for Joel to put on after he got out and laid it on the bathroom counter.

About ten minutes later, Joel left the bathroom in the pajamas Y/N had put out for him and saw that he was already in bed.

Joel got into the bed on the side that Y/N wasn’t on and got under the blanket. Just as he went to close his eyes, he remembered.

I have work tomorrow.

“I’ll call in sick.” he said to himself, seemingly forgetting he wasn’t alone.

“Hm?” Y/N asked, his voice filled with sleep.

“Nothin’,” Joel scooted closer to Y/N and closed his eyes “Goodnight.”

“Night Joel, thank you for staying.”

“‘Course.”

[sunnywrites101]

Why are you laughing?!

Pairing - Zoro x male reader

Genre - fluff, jealousy

Word count- 920

CW- nothing but fluff and a jealous zoro

I smiled as I sat on the railing of the Thousand Sunny with Nami and Robin lounging in their chairs on deck. I was secretly trying one of Sanji’s special drinks for the girls; being one of the many guys on the ship I didn’t get the special treatment like the girls got. But Robin didn’t mind sharing a few sips of her drink with me. After the first sip I went straight to the kitchen to beg Sanji to make me one, it was so fruity and refreshing I just had to have some. But Sanji’s glare fixed me at the door immediately “C’mon Sanji I just want a little drink!” I yelled running around the kitchen to escape the livid cook “Those are only for Nami and Robin!” he yelled as I shrieked with laughter running out of the kitchen as the door slammed shut behind me to keep me out.

I fell to the floor rolling on my sides as laughter consumed me. Luffy soon joined me in my laughter from the figure head of the Sunny, as we both calmed down I let out a soft groan as my ribs hurt from laughing so hard. Getting up I sat back with Nami and Robin conversing on random topics when Nami stopped mid-sentence and smiled knowingly while Robin gave a small chuckle.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, about to ask her to continue when a hand snaked around my waist and a scent I knew all to well filled my senses, light lavender and bergamot mixed with the heavy smell of leather and sandalwood accompanied by the strong scent of steel. There was only one man on the Thousand Sunny that smelt like that, Roronoa Zoro. I sighed leaning back into his chest, I picked up on his tense muscles and I held his hand that was around my waist. “Crows nest, five minutes” and with that he was gone just as suddenly as he appeared. After he had climbed back up to the crows nest Nami let out a laugh full and unashamed “looks like you’re in trouble~” she said in between laughs and giggles. Robin simply smirked “You should go see him, it sounded serious.”

I was puzzled and tilted my head in confusion, I was sure I hadn’t done anything to piss off the swordsman but alas he seemed upset with me for some reason. I knew I hadn’t forgotten any important dates, our anniversary wasn’t until another five months, and his birthday had already passed so what was I missing? I couldn’t help but wonder as I climbed the rope ladder to the crow’s nest.

Opening the door, I was met with the sight of Zoro training tirelessly with sweat dripping down his chest. I was compelled to stare but stopped myself as I pushed the door open to announce my presence to Zoro. Once he knew I was there he scoffed and put his weights down, he then went to sit down on the makeshift bed that I made out of spare blankets and pillows. Confused, I followed his movements by coming to sit beside him. I softly put my hand on his shoulder searching his face for any signs of what I could have done wrong.

After a moment he shrugs my hand off his shoulder, my eyes widened as a small panic began to set into my stomach. “Zoro what’s wrong?” He remained silent. My panic began to rise while Zoro was never really one to initiate physical touch, he never denied it either, which made this situation all the more confusing and stressful. “Zoro what’s gotten into you, you’re being so cold” he scoffed and turned to face me, anger written all over his features. “I’m being cold to you?” he asked incredulously “Yea? Well what’s going on between you and that damned cook recently? You two seem awfully damn close here recently.” I was shocked, Roronoa Zoro was…jealous? But he continued “If you’re going to leave me for that damn cook just get it over with already” At that I couldn’t help the small chuckle bubbling in my throat as I hit his chest weakly while laughing.

After a few hits he grabbed my wrists holding them away from his chest. “what’s so damn funny!?” I struggled to breathe smiling looking up at him “you’re jealous Zoro!” his eyes widened at that “I am not jealous. I’m just stating things the way I see them and what’s so funny?!” He said angrily. I smiled wiping tears from my eyes as my laughter died out “Roronoa Zoro, I am not going anywhere especially not with Sanji, the only reason I was in the kitchen was to get him to make me a fruit drink like he makes for Nami and Robin” I explained and for a moment I could see the gears turning in his head till he huffed and turned away grumbling.

I smiled, shaking my head then kissed the apple of his cheek. Before I could pull away, he pulled me into a sincere kiss full of emotion. I pulled away slightly after a while to breathe, still sharing breaths from the close proximity of our bodies. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions” he mumbled against my lips. I giggled “It’s ok, I still and always will love you, Zoro” he pulled me to rest my head on his chest as he laid down. We fell asleep soon after with the stars to watch over us.

[lanitalay]

One day : Chapter 6

Based on the Netflix series by the same name

a/n: I literally cried writing this. Ouchie. Im sorry for the angst, we'll get fluff soon enough. I'm actually working on a fluffy one shot rn. So expect that soon.

warnings: ansgt, drinking, swearing?,

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist

You sat next to Nesta at the bar. It was the first time in over fifty years that you had been on the boat for the Summer Solstice celebrations. That morning, you had done everything in your power to feel the excitement you usually do on this day but nothing worked. It did not help that you woke up on the floor, naked and next to a stranger. It also did not help that you’d be forced to see the two people you wanted to do nothing with. Most importantly, it didn’t help that the only way to keep the collective hangover from a months long bender at bay was to keep drinking. You were constantly nauseous and dizzy. Mind fuzzy so that no thought could stay long enough to hurt. 

“Want another?” Nesta asked you as she motioned for more liquor to be poured in her glass. You mumbled something that sounded like “yes” and then your own was full to the brim again. Had you eaten anything? 

“NestaImagogetsomefood” you informed her while tumbling out of your stool to find something. The world felt like it was tilted on an axis and you were trying with whatever coordination you had to stay upright. Until someone bumped into you and sent you falling backwards. 

You knew you hit your head pretty hard when you opened your eyes and saw double of everything. The male that had knocked you down was standing over you trying to get a response. “Imfinejusthelpmeup” he didn’t seem sure of what you were asking of him until you stretched out your hand and he grabbed it, hoisting you to your feet.  You clung to his chest because everything was spinning and nothing could ground you. “Ineedfood, takemetothefood.” 

You couldn’t see him, but the male who held you was absolutely terrified as a giant winged Ilyrian stalked towards you with a look that promised violence. “Don’t touch her” you felt more hands steady you then strong arms scoop you up and carry you somewhere else. 

“Hey stay with me, y/n, we’ll get you something to eat” you knew that voice, you knew his scent and you knew the “we” he was talking about. “PutmedownAzriel.” 

“You can’t stand straight.”

A few moments later you were on a plush couch on the first deck of the boat, barely anybody was down here, the party in full swing upstairs. “Here” Azriel gave you some buttered bread and water. Until you saw the clear liquid you had no idea how thirsty you were, chugging it down in one go. Which was a mistake, because next thing you know you are running towards the railings and spilling your guts into the Sidra. Azriel was holding back your hair and rubbing circles on your back. “It’s ok, I’ve got you” he said until you finished.

“Stop it” you said after a while, shrugging off his hand. “Y/n-”

“No, you can go now, I’m fine.”

“You’re not, it’s ok let me help-” 

“I don’t want your help.” 

“Let’s just go sit down-” 

He didn’t get it. To this day he does not understand. “Just leave me alone, I mean it, I'm fine.” Your head was resting on your folded arms against the railing. It was a way to find stillness and hide your tears. 

“I found some napkins that maybe-” Azriel took the napkins from Elain and dabbed away the cold sweat that gathered at the base of your neck. It was so tender, so gentle that you bit your lip to keep from screaming. 

“There she is.” You sighed as you heard Nesta’s voice. “I’ve got this, you two can go now.” Without looking up you knew she was staring down Azriel and sagged a little when his footsteps drifted away. “Come on, y/n.” She wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you sit on one of the couches. Head rested on her shoulder like you’d done a million times in the last year. “Amren called me pathetic.” 

“I think I vomited on a turtle.” 

“Safe to say we’ve seen better days.” She nudged you slightly and you chuckled. Better days certainly were behind you. 

After you ate the bread and could stand on your own you returned to the bar and drank the night away.

Mornings were always similar, you woke up in a state of undress. Sometimes alone, sometimes with someone else. Then you took a cold bath, the sticky residue of sweat and sex clinging to your skin from the night before. After that you would go to the cafe on your street and get a pastry and then eat it in your apartment with a cup of tea. 

It was the best part of your day, before memories you kept buried deep began to flash in your mind. Before the regret of what you had become bubbled to the surface. Before you really looked in the mirror and saw just how bad it had gotten. 

The morning after solstice you woke up with a male named Jax. You knew him well enough. He owned the club you and Nesta frequented and he had become a regular night time companion. “Wake up”, you poked him. 

“Good morning to you too” he rolls over and places open mouth kisses along your neck and shoulder. “You have go.”

“Let me make you pancakes” he says and bites your earlobe. “No thanks, I have plans to meet someone for breakfast.” 

He sighs and stops his ministrations, then gets off the bed and while he dresses asks “are you ever going to let me take you out properly?”

“Probably not,” you answer and walk towards the bathroom. 

You hear Jax finish dressing “I’ll see you around.”

“Bye!” You yell and dunk your head under the freezing water, washing away the night before. 

“Y/n there's someone here saying they know you” you roll your eyes, wanting him to leave already. “Who?”

“Its me Y/n.” You nearly choke when you heard Azriel’s voice boom through your apartment. Quickly you get out of the bath, put on a robe and go into the living room where Jax and Azriel are sizing each other up. “I know him, Jax, it's ok.” He gave you a look and you motioned for him to leave with your hands then closed the door as he finally left. 

“He seems... nice.” 

“What do you want, Azriel?” You asked, still standing by the door with your arms crossed at your chest. “I always bring you flowers on our anniversary” you noticed a brown bag and a delicate bouquet in his hands just then. “Oh.”

“And I wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” 

“Can we sit down for this?”

You rolled your eyes “is it going to take a while? I have somewhere to be.”

“I brought you breakfast.” You sigh and grab the brown bag from his hands “you can talk while I make tea.” 

“How are you?” He asked while scanning your apartment. There was a wet trail from where you walked, clothes strewn about the whole place, a broken frame hanging from the wall and the curtains you typically kept open to allow for sunshine were closed shut. 

“We can skip pleasantries. What do you want?” You were focused on your tea, pouring water into the kettle and waiting for it to boil. “I wanted to check on you. We haven’t spoken in months and yesterday you looked… like you were having a rough time.”

“I’m fine, just drank too much.”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Y/n.”

You say nothing as you look for the leaves to make your favorite tea.

“Y/n.”

“What?”

“Let me help you, please I can’t stand to see you like this” 

You look at him now, curious to see what he’ll say next “like what?” 

“You’re drunk everyday, you come home with someone new every night, you stopped working with Madja. I know the war was difficult for you but this isn’t healthy”. 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Yes I do. I’ve known you for the better part of a century and something changed for you after the war. You never really came back and I’ve given you space and time but- I can help you. Please, just let me help.” 

“I want you to go, Azriel.” You make to walk to the door but he steps in your way and places two gentle hands just below your shoulders. “Just talk to me-” You step back and push him away from you. 

“You almost died for her! I broke down in front of you and begged you not to die because I can’t survive it and you went into the middle of Hybern’s camp with only Feyre to save her! Then you come back mutilated and I fix you up again and you’re asking why I’m not the same? You go off, you play the hero and then expect me to still be here and I can’t-”

His mouth is slightly agape as he watches you break. 

“I can’t close my eyes without seeing you dead. Your blood has coated me from head to toe and I still feel it. If I’m not careful, I see it over and over and it never stops and then you look at me like everything is fine and it’s not. So I drink and I fuck and I get by as best I can and you don’t get to have a say. Leave” you’re holding the door open for him, fighting against the tears in your eyes. He looks like you just stabbed him. 

“Y/n-” you curse loudly and slam the door. Then walk into your room and change into the first thing you find “Y/n-” he’s pleading and you feel it pull at your heartstrings. “Stay, leave, I don’t care.” You’re out the door.

“I know it's rotten of me, Nes” you were lying on her mattress while she braided her hair.

“It isn’t.”

“It feels rotten.”

“You are entitled to your anger and hurt. Deal with what you’re feeling however you want, I’ll be here to clean you up if things get messy.” 

Your friendship with the oldest Archeron had bloomed unexpectedly after the war. After everything that happened everyone went back to business as usual, except you two.

She had seen Cassian be practically gutted, draped herself over him and was prepared to die. While you were elbow deep in Azriel’s torso trying to get the last piece of ash arrow out. You never spoke of it, the bond of shared trauma. Of insurmountable anger. 

How your souls were crumbling and the only thing keeping you alive was each other. She would clean you up, you would break her fall. 

Standing from the bed you walk to her and hug her tight, tears pouring down your cheeks “I love you Nesta, I love you so much.” She hugged you back without saying a word but from the way her heart beat stuttered you knew she felt the same. 

[heliads]

going down with the ship - britcedes

There are two people left on a sinking ship. One is Lewis. The other is George.

masterlist

There are two people left on a sinking ship. Well, more than two. There are, of course, dozens trapped in holds and cabins, held back by wreckage or condemned to flooding chambers. But there are two people who have a chance at getting out. One is Lewis. The other is George.

Lewis has found a door and a paddle, and will use his own strength to carry him away. George is sitting on the highest point of the slowly sinking ship, a polished, curved section of the balcony of one of the nicer decks, the one where the heirs and heiresses used to promenade when the sun was out and they were not sinking. At one point, when the ship had already rolled and pitched until the bow was looming considerably far out of the water, he had been the tallest one around for kilometers. 

Now, the boat has slowly, lethargically sunk, and George is hardly a few lengths from the water’s surface. It creeps towards him constantly, dark and cold, swallowing every bit of light it touches like the keening maw of an animal. Lewis floats just within arm’s reach, asking him to leave with the soft and smooth tone typically directed towards those in risk of going mad. His door is disconcertingly red, either from blood or a bad paint job. It looks garish against the dark water. George turns away from it instinctively. In a situation like this, one must always maintain their dignity.

George focuses on the lapping of the water against the pristinely painted hull, letting it drown out the sounds of Lewis’ faint pleas. He will have to go at some point, perhaps. Or maybe he could stay here. Stand resolute on the shining wood until the water takes him. It would make a beautiful sight.

“We can still make it out,” Lewis says. 

He’s starting to lose the calm lilt to his words as the dark water creeps increasingly closer to the worn shoes of George’s feet. He had been a cabin boy in another life, George, or maybe just the life that had existed a few hours ago, before the grand and glorious ship struck an iceberg, before the immaculate hull was pierced, before the masterpiece of engineering design became no better than a stone in the largest puddle it could hope to see. Before the end, George had run around from first class cabin to first class cabin, refilling drinks, bowing and scraping, and wearing his uniform with pride. Always better to be the lowest of the high than the highest of the low, George’s father had told him once. And he’d done it better than anyone else on board.

“The captain goes down with the ship,” George tells him obstinately. He can’t help but puff out his chest a little as he says it. There is a certain heroism that comes with self-sacrifice. If George were a hunting dog with its paw caught in the trap, he would not gnaw off his leg to escape. He would sit there, brave and proud, until his owner found him; until they let him go; until they patted his matted chest and told him that he had been the very best.

Lewis sighs, but does it tenderly. “You’re not the captain.”

George’s eyes cut to him. They’ve gone red with the cold. “I’m the best they’ve got, anyways,” he says haughtily.

Lewis sighs again. It is less tender and more frustrated this time. “There’s no one left to rescue. This isn’t your job, George. You’re supposed to save yourself first.”

George looks darkly at Lewis’ makeshift raft. “Is that what you did?” He asks tauntingly.

“Yes,” Lewis answers him simply, “It is.”

George scoffs. “You should have seen if there were other people who needed help first.”

“I thought that’s what I was doing right now,” Lewis says. “Seeing if people need help.”

George turns his head away, fixing his eyes on the moon and widening them until the light spills like milk onto his upturned face. Twin pools of white in a chalky complexion. It’s like he’s dead already. “I don’t need help.”

“That’s what the rest of them said,” Lewis replies with chagrin.

George’s head snaps back to him, the corpse no longer dead yet. “So I wasn’t your first choice? What if your raft had filled up already? Would you have let me drown?”

“I thought the captain went down with the ship,” Lewis snaps, then closes his eyes briefly, remembering patience, and replies a bit more forcefully than he’d planned, “You can argue about that with me once you’re off the ship. Come on now, we don’t have much time.”

He’s right. George can feel the cold water biting into the holes in his shoes. He hates it; the captain wouldn’t have gaps like broken teeth in his fine Oxfords, it would disrespect the uniform, the position. Yet the frigid soon-to-be ice pools around his toes, biting against the threadbare socks, slipping through all the places he’s had to darn the fading fabric when it tore again, again, again.

“It’s not proper to leave like this,” he says remarkably calmly. “It’s like quitting.”

Lewis practically reels backwards in his attempt to keep his cool. He manages to stave off laughter, but indignation comes quick on its heels, and that he cannot avoid. “Quitting,” he spits out. “The ship is sinking. It has already sunk. There’s nothing left, George. For either of us.”

George goes silent again. Moody. Was he always like this, or just now, faced with the reality of Lewis’ abandonment?

Lewis extends his hand one last time. “George, please. Save yourself.”

He has to go soon, or he’ll be pulled under too, dragged down by that awful current. Lewis can already feel it tugging impatiently at his makeshift raft. All things go, and will go down into those freezing depths if he does not start moving right now.

George is glancing away again, peering closely at the ship below him in the shadowy waves. “I think I see the captain in one of the windows. I need to get to him.”

Lewis laughs bitterly. Sadness drenches the sound. “I thought you were the captain, George. There can only be one.”

George doesn’t look back. He’s busy staring at a waving shade in a broken window far beneath the surface that might be the captain, or might be nothing at all. A trick of the light. They are all alone here. When he glances back up, Lewis is gone. He thinks he might hear the splash of an oar in the distance, or maybe that’s the water around his waist.

He shouts in anger, in rage. This betrayal will never be forgotten, and when George gets himself out, Lewis will be sorry he ever thought about leaving George like this. Weren’t they friends? George is going to swim away, far away. He’s strong and he’s fast and he will cut through the black water like a knife. 

He just has to go back for the captain first, but the captain is far below him. And getting closer. Closer than Lewis. Closer than the obsidian sea closing over his head.

f1 tag list: @j-brielmalfoy, @juphey, @faerieroyal

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[skzimagines]

Part 10

Characters: Hyunjin x Female reader

Genre: Obsessive!Hyunjin

Warnings: Smut | Swearing | alcohol | dominant sexual behavior |

Summary: Things go completely sideways when Hyunjin finds out Chan has a little crush on y/n. Until Minho swoops in to take care of her after her world crumbles around her.

—————————————————————————————

“Who has a crush on her?” Hyunjin asks from the door way. “Oh shit.” Ash whispers to herself. “N-no one baby. Felix was just joking around.” I say with a chuckle. Hyunjin drops his bags and makes his way over to us. “You’re lying.” He states. “No, no hyunjin she’s not, we were all just joking around. No one has a crush on her.” Ash laughs, not a very promising laugh, a laugh that completely gives us away. Telling hyunjin we can’t lie for shit. “Hyunjin, come talk to me for a second.” Felix says, grabbing Hyunjins sleeve, pulling him outside onto the deck.

“Who has a crush on her Felix?” Hyunjin asks. “I’m going to tell you, but you can not lose it okay?” Felix says, resting his hands on Hyunjins shoulders. Hyunjin hums in response. Felix sighs before he just comes right out and tells him. “Chan..”

Hyunjin pushes Felix���s hands away, quickly turning to walk back inside. “Hyunjin, don’t do it!” I heard Felix yell, as soon as Hyunjins walks in through the door. Immediately understanding what Hyunjins going to do, I run after him and grab his arm, trying to pull him back. “Jinnie… please, please come here.” I beg, still trying to stop him. “You can’t just go running around beating up all of your friends hyunjin!” I yell. He finally stops. He turns around to face me. “You knew he had a crush on you, you knew it.” He whispers. I look at him confused. “What? No I didn’t!” I say. “That’s why you didnt want to leave with me, that’s why you had no issue sharing a room with someone else.” He says. Tears well up in my eyes. I see Minho and Jisung walk in from behind hyunjin. “You fucking knew! That’s why you never gave a shit!” Hyunjin yells, pointing his finger in my face. “Alright, that’s enough.” Minho yells, walking up behind hyunjin and grabbing his arm. He pushes him away from me, telling him to go outside. “We’re done y/n. You understand? Done.” He says, looking into my eyes. Before storming off outside.

The door slams shut behind him and I collapse to the ground, holding my face in my hands as I weep. Minho sits down in front of me and pulls me into him, rubbing the back of my head with his hand. “Why does he act like this..” I whisper into his chest. Minho leans his head down to get closer to my ear. “I wish I knew y/n. But maybe it’s for the best. You don’t deserve it.” He whispers back. “Let’s go in the room, okay?” He says sweetly, before standing up and wrapping his arm around my shoulders, leading me up to our room.

“It’s for the best..” jisung whispers to Ash, who is standing there absolutely taken aback by everything that just unfolded in front of her and Felix. “She didn’t do anything..” Felix says to jisung. Jisung nods. “I know.” They all sigh and go about to the things they were doing before, trying to take their minds off of it.

•

Minho and I make it to our shares room. “Here, just lay here for a while. Try to calm down, I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” He whispers. Waiting for me to lay down in bed, before he takes my blanket and covers me with it. “Do you need anything before I go?” He asks, brushing my hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. “No..” I whisper. He hums, stands up and makes his way towards the door. “Minho…” he stops, turning around to look at me. “I’m sorry for everything that happened while camping.” I whisper. “It’s not your fault y/n.. just get some rest okay? I’ll be back in a little bit.” He says, with a small smile before leaving the room.

•

Minho makes his way down stairs. He sits at the bar with Ash, while jisung’s making drinks for everyone. “How is she?” Ash asks. “As good as she can get at the moment.” Minho sighs. Taking one of the shots off of the tray jisung just put together, throwing it back and wincing at the taste, slamming the cup onto the counter. “Don’t let hyunjin know you like her.” Ash chuckles. “What?” Minho says, looking at her with wide eyes. “I’m not stupid Minho.” She laughs. Minho looks at jisung, who’s already looking at him with a smirk. “Don’t look at me buddy, you’re the one that’s in looovvvee with her.” Jisung smirks. Minho rolls his eyes, reaching for another shot. Jisung smacks his hand away. “Get away! Wait until later!” Jisung wines. Picking up the tray and putting them in the fridge.

“Maybe now that hyunjin broke up with her, you’ll be able to shoot your shot?” Jisung says, wiggling his eyebrows up and down at Minho. “She doesn’t like me like that.” Minho says, spinning his finger around the rim of his shot glass. “She had a crush on you before she started to get to know hyunjin.” Ash says, taking a sip of her beer before standing up, giving him a smirk and walking away. Minhos face lights up at her words, a smile spreading across his face.

—————————————————————————————

To be continued…

Tag list: @mimihwang248 @armystay89 @berryberrytan

[multifandomthoughts]

AFAB READER WITH SHE/HER PRONOUNS

TW: Swearing

Her back straining, she grunts as she carries her basket down, plopping it down with a thud. It’s laundry day, and with all the adventures she’s had with the Strawhats, she needs a fresh clean load of laundry.

It seems that Zoro had the same idea too, albeit for different reasons. See, he’s been having a little bit of a problem as of late, and the only way to cover up the problem is to repeatedly douse his linens in detergent.

Looking over at his predicament, she grins to herself. “Have an exciting night recently?” She asks teasingly. The swordsman tries to hide a blush and turns the other way. “The chaos that happens in the men’s bunks isn’t anything for you to worry about. And before that I had been working out so…”

His voice trails off as she notices how his face begins to burn. “Could it possibly be that you’ve noticed something that you’re interested in? Or have you just used your sword as a bedtime partner?” Zoro grits his teeth and takes the basket of dry clothes out of the room in a huff, leaving her to laugh to herself at how easily she seems to have hit the nail on the head while she loads her own clothes into the washing machine.

A day or two pass in quite quickly, which is to say chaotic and overwhelming, so the incident is almost out of her memory when Zoro comes into the kitchen for breakfast in what look like a snugly comfortable pair of pants. Stretching her arms above her head and accidentally raising her own shirt to show her tummy, she greets the swordsman as cheerfully as she can for this hour of the morning. “Good morning, Zoro!”

He looks her way for only a moment before turning away with a blush. “Yeah, morning…” She can’t imagine what’s got him so bothered, but in checking to see if he’s got some bruise dampening his mood she sees his pants are bulging in the front far more than before, and it becomes her turn to go crimson noticing that. She recovers her composure quickly though, and as they sit to eat she fixes him with a cheshire cat grin. “Excited for breakfast, huh?”

“Yeah….heard the god damn cook is making a plate just for you….” He mumbles. “I don’t care about that.” She states, matter of factly. “What I care about, is why you won’t look me straight in the face. Ever since our little laundry room encounter, all you’ve done is cower and look away, hm?” Before Zoro can even begin to think to respond, a loud thud graces the table.

A buffet-style plate of food, arranged by professional hands draws her attention. Things from apples, to strawberries, to chocolate and fish. Seems like typical food to her, but to him it means more. Gulping and turning bright red, he goes to make his leave. “I’m not feeling too hot, can we have this conversation later?”

She wants to object, but he leaves just as everyone else enters the kitchen for breakfast, and the intention gets lost in the chaos. She’s forced to wait until after the meal, but when she does get the chance to look for him he’s not hard to find. Since he’s not immediately visible napping on the deck, he’s got to be up in the gym.

“They’re coming to get you Zoro…” She bellows, her voice echoing through the gym pavilion. As if on cue, he sprints out with his swords at the ready. “Alright, where’s the enemy?” She chuckles heartily, leaning against the glass panes of the window. “Your feelings clearly. I can see how they make you act around me. You don’t do a good job of hiding them, and they’re going to eat you alive.”

The green haired man turns red realizing what she’s done to him, especially embarrassed that he had taken a ruse about invading opponents so seriously. “S-shut up! I’m in complete control of my emotional state, I don’t have anything threatening to wreck me or whatever you’re saying.”

She smirks, letting out a widemouthed chuckle. “I see the way you look at me. The past few times we’ve interacted, you’ve either run away or have had something sexual in nature on your mind. Normally you’d be one to ignore it, but when it’s me…”

Zoro scoffs and turns away, clearly to hide his continuing blush. “You sound like the fucking cook. My first priorities are to my training and my captain, I don’t get caught up in crushes or lust or anything like that.” She presses her lips together in annoyance in the face of his staunch denial. It was deeply personal, but if she needs to get him to have a breakthrough she’ll go there… “Then what about when you popped a boner as soon as you saw me this morning? Trying to say that was just some coincidence?” “That was absolutely nothing, it was left over from waking up.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She shrugs and goes to pull off her shirt. If she’s in the gym, she might as well use the equipment in there. A sports bra and shorts is normal workout attire, so when she notices Zoro looking away, she knows she’s caught him in a lie. “What’s wrong? You’re not usually this modest if the other girls are sunbathing, or when Nami has a bikini top on every day? And I’m sure you don’t have a problem with me using the gym, Franky didn’t build it just for you to use.”

“I…uh….” He stammers. She had all the information she needed. Now all there was to do was to tease him. Seductively walking towards him, she traces his muscles, watching him tense up and shiver at the newfound touch. “I just want to get strong like you, and have bulging… powerful… hot muscles like these…” she mutters, her voice getting more provocative by the word until she’s practically moaning. Then almost as soon as she’s laid it on thick, she backs away and starts stretching to warm up. Facing away from him, she makes a point of bending over to touch her toes and stick her ass in his direction.

Zoro just can’t take it anymore: he pulls her to him, his chest against her back. His throbbing cock against her butt. He could feel his temperature rise higher, and his heart beat faster. He hopes that this is warranted, and that he wasn’t mixing signals up.

The giggle rippling through her chest and shaking her whole body against him is a pretty fair sign he wasn’t wrong. “Now there’s a good boy taking action….” she coos, craning her neck back to look up at him. “And just as excited as I thought too. Any words to match that body language?” She reaches up to run her fingers through his short green hair as if enjoying the feeling of blades of grass.

“I think I love you….and you make me so horny…” Blunt and awkward, the words spill from his lips like too big a swig of sake. Without another word, he crashes her lips into hers, delivering one of the most uncoordinated and sloppy kisses he can, nearly biting her tongue.

She doesn’t fare too much better, talking the talk well but flustered to try and follow through, and her attempt to return the kiss is awkward and clumsy too. This angle isn’t working at all, so she has to pull his hands off of her and turn around to face him. Now her chest is pressed to his, only thin layers of fabric separating her breasts from his pecs. “Been hoping you’d tell me that… Really, both of those things. Now do you wanna show it with just our lips, or should we get a REAL workout going? I know which I’d prefer…”

Strong fingers digging beneath the waistband of her shorts is a pretty clear sign which he’s choosing, and she giggles as she helps him tug them down her thighs to pool at her ankles before stepping out of them. Turning to face him, she makes a playfully annoyed face. “Now you’re too overdressed. Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.” With that promise, she yanks his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop, now seeing his throbbing erection with her own eyes.

“Looks like someone has been waiting a while for that….you’re already dripping for me..” Zoro, embarrassed enough to keep a straight face, but horny enough that blood rushes up to his face. A flick of her hand on his cock, and he howls with delight. A filthy grin erupts on her face as she tightens her grip, moving up and down. So painstakingly and slowly that he breathes through gritted teeth as he stares hungrily down at her. “If you know how long I’ve waited for this, why do you have to go so slow?” He demands with a hitch in his voice that could mistaken for a whimper, but a man like him would definitely never whimper or whine like that, thank you very much. She smirks back up at him and gives another arduous pump up and down the length of his shaft, letting her head droop down closer to his tip. Was she planning to combine the handjob with a blowjob? Even she isn’t sure just yet.

To his surprise, it was a fake out. Strong hands grip his shoulders as she hoists herself on top of him, sliding him into a her. A cackle erupts from her lips as he stays silent, before a large moan rips from his throat. Really, the laugh is to hide how much she wants to moan as well, unbelievably pleased by the sudden sensation of being filled by his cock. It’s hot and throbbing, and just so damn big. Her hands squeeze his shoulders a little tighter, and she leans forward to press her forehead to his. “You’ve had wet dreams about this exact moment, right? Well guess what, big guy… so have I.”

With that she crashes her lips back to his for another kiss, mostly to try and suppress her own squeals of pleasure as she moves her hips to start riding Zoro.

As he bucks into her, gasps and moans come from both parties as she caresses the skin between his neck and his face, admiring that devilish smirk. Everything she’s ever wanted is laid out in front of her, and she’s taking full advantage of it. Clearly, this is a match made in Heaven.

Their hips meet over and over in what becomes a smooth rhythm between partners in perfect synch. He holds her by the hips for leverage, though takes full advantage of this to also grope and squeeze her asscheeks for added stimulation on her end.

“Agh! Fuck, I need you so badly Zoro! I need you to keep fucking me!” She whines as her confident persona melts in the face of all this pleasure. “Is that a demand or a request?” He stops for a second, hoping to get her to beg.

“Please Zoro, I want you so much, why’d you stop?” She spits. “I won’t answer unless you answer my question.” He retorts. “It was a request to please keep fucking me!” “Well then, your wish is my command” he says as he fucks her with as much power and might that he can muster.

She moans with every thrust, bouncing her hips to meet his in desperation to get more pleasure and reach her orgasm. He’s not far from his either, and their hands are all over each other. Another minute passes before the tension in her core snaps and she comes apart in Zoro’s arms with a long needy cry. She cums hard, drenching his cock and tightening around it as her body is rocked by the pleasure. “AGH! ZORO!!”

That’s the last straw for the swordsman as well, and he hunches forward a bit to moan into your cleavage as he unleashes a hot load inside you. “Take it… take it all!”

Breathing heavily, bodies weak they collapse into each other. She nearly falls backwards and a yelp of surprise slips by her lips. Luckily, Zoro’s strong and firm arms catch her, pulling her off him as he slinks to the floor. “I guess….you were right.” He heaves. “I do have feelings for you…and this should be a thing going forward. At least, if that’s okay with you.”

She runs a hand over his pecs and abs, glistening with sweat, then pulls herself in closer to him. “This definitely needs to be a thing, handsome. You’re all mine now, and I’m yours.”

[fluff-foraxil]

Until the end (Doflamingo X F!Reader) - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 7

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - . - Chapter 8

WARNING: Smut ahead! Don't judge me, IDK how to write sex scenes :,)

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

«Cora-san! Hurry, we’re leaving», (Y/N) shouted.

Tsuru found them, again, and was on her way, so they had to leave as quickly as possible.

The girl had already packed all her stuff and moved it into her room in the ship, she was on the dock waiting for Rosinante who looked quite agitated, he kept looking around like someone was going to jump on him at any moment.

«Corazon», Doflamingo was on deck, looking at his brother.

«Let’s go, Tsuru is on her way», he hurried him to get on the ship so they could leave.

(Y/N) was halfway up the stairs to the ship, when she turned around to check if her friend was following her, but he wasn’t. He stood there, looking at where Doflamingo was standing just few seconds ago.

«See you on board, Cora-san», she thought he probably had something to fetch before boarding, so she left.

After making sure everything was done, they set sail and left the island they were currently on. Unfortunately, Tsuru was quick to catch up and they found themselves fighting against the Marine once again; the rain was pouring down like crazy, (Y/N)’s hair was sticking to her face and her clothes were completely wet.

«(Y/N) have you seen Corazon and Law?», Doflamingo called, trying to be heard over the sound of cannon balls.

«After we left the island? No, but I’m sure they are on the ship», she yelled to be heard.

The man looked annoyed by the whole situation, they were under attack, his brother and Law were nowhere to be found. It wasn’t good.

As cannon balls were being fired, Senor Pink came out with a slip of paper where Rosinante declared that he was going to find a cure for Law’s disease; Doflamingo was pissed.

(Y/N) could feel her ears ringing, the fight was long, but they managed to slip Tsuru’s grasp once again.

«Do you know something about it?»

The girl slightly jumped, knocking down some items from her desk in the process.

Doflamingo’s voice taking her by surprise.

«About what?», she groaned massaging her hip where she bumped the furniture.

«Corazon and Law», he didn’t have time to play around.

Shaking her head in negation, she didn’t know anything about Rosinante wanting to find a cure by himself. She was dismayed by the whole situation; she tried to find something to say while putting back the stuff that fell.

«Damn it», he gritted his teeth.

«Don’t worry, Cora-san and Law will be alright», she tried to cheer him up, «They’ll be back eventually».

To be honest, (Y/N) wasn’t sure they would come back, something in the pit of her stomach made her feel uncomfortable thinking about it; Rosinante hated children, him and Law were basically enemies so why? Why did he leave with him? Something wasn’t right. Doflamingo wasn’t happy about his brother leaving like that, after him being missing for so many years just to come back suddenly, he wanted to make sure he was alright and close to him.

(Y/N) shrugged, Rosinante probably had his reasons for doing what he did.

«Young Master, could you… leave, please?», she cleared her throat.

Doflamingo didn’t even realize he was just standing there, fists clenched, mind going in circles. He said nothing and left the room.

~ 6 months later ~

(Y/N) was sitting on the deck, enjoying the warm sun hitting her skin.

The children were playing.

The officers were minding their business.

Doflamingo and the three elites were having a private meeting.

“I wonder what they’re talking about”, her curiosity was killing her.

She wanted to eavesdrop, just a tiny bit. Giving one last glance to the children running on the deck, she tip toed to the room the elites and Doflamingo were having their meeting in and held her breath as she tried to grasp bits of the conversation. From the sound of it, the captain was talking with Rosinante through the transporter snail and letting him know that they found a lead about the Op Op Fruit, so he wanted both back to the ship so his younger brother could eat it since he was the one Doflamingo trusted the most.

“Cora-san and Law are coming back”, a cheerful smile appeared on her face.

After hearing that, she went back to the deck; she liked hanging out with the rest of the family, but she missed her late-night conversations with Rosinante, and the way Law would scowl whenever Buffalo and Baby 5 acted childish.

She couldn’t wait to see them both again.

«You’re it, (Y/N)!», Buffalo poked her before running around while the girl chased him and the other two children.

However, the conversation between the high-ranking officers and the captain wasn’t finished. Doflamingo had a feeling that his own brother was the one giving leads to the Marines about their every movement because, since he and Law left, Tsuru nor any other warship had showed their faces around unlike before, but he wasn’t completely sure about it and gave his younger brother the benefit of the doubt.

(Y/N) was doing one last check, making sure the children were asleep, before going to her own cabin to sleep.

«Hello, birdie», Doflamingo took up this unhealthy habit of popping up unannounced.

The girl found him sitting at her desk, his feathered coat hanging from the back of the chair.

«Good evening, Young Master», she greeted already used to his random appearances in her room.

«Enjoyed listening to a private meeting?», he smirked.

She froze with her hand wrapped around knob of the door she had just closed, Doflamingo wasn’t dumb, and he felt her presence outside the cabin that morning. He didn’t say anything in the moment, he preferred to confront her about it alone.

«I don’t know what you’re talking about, Young Master», she lied.

He wasn’t buying it, obviously. Standing up to his full heigh, towering over her, he let out a foxy laugh.

«Really? So you weren’t eavesdropping when I was talking to Corazon», he got closer, «Were you?».

She shook her head, drops of cold sweat running down her back. The man himself was terrifying, but when he stood in that particular stance was nerve wrecking; she knew she should’ve minded her business, but her curiosity got the best of it.

«Ok ok», she let out a sigh, «I eavesdropped, just a tiny, tiny bit though».

She admitted her wrongs while staring at the man before her. Doflamingo had been in a bad mood since his brother left, so the smallest thing could make him go off, he was a walking time bomb.

«Now», he took his hand out of his pocket, «What should I do with you? You know you must not lie to me, your captain».

His tone was dangerously sweet.

«I’m sorry, Young Master», lowering her gaze to the floor she started shifting uncomfortably.

«Just sorry won’t do», a vein on his forehead started showing.

She knew she messed up.

“He’s going to kill me”, gulping down the lump in her throat she was about to ask what she could do to fix it, but the bow Doflamingo delivered knocked her against the wall.

Sliding into the floor, she clutched her stomach in pain as she felt like throwing up, the kick had been strong enough to hurt her but not actually kill her. Doflamingo stepped closer, gripping her hair, and pulling her up.

«(Y/N), my dear little birdie, I don’t like people lying to me», his voice laced with sweet venom.

He threw her against the wall, her back slamming with enough force to leave her breathless for a moment.

«Is Corazon so special to you?», he asked.

Doflamingo observed the bond between her and his younger brother growing during those years. That burning feeling starting from his chest and spreading to his upper body, making his head pulsate like crazy, he didn’t like it; he didn’t like feeling so affected by something as silly as the closeness between the two.

«He’s my friend», she coughed recovering from the hits she just took.

Her devil fruit useless against Doflamingo, his haki nullified her powers.

«A friend, huh?», getting closer to her face he whispered in her ear, «I’ll believe you».

He bit down on her shoulder while blocking any sound coming out from her mouth by pushing his hand against it, he wanted to be the only one to hear her screams. The other members of the Family didn’t have to. Every part of her was his since the day she joined his crew.

Making sure to lick up the blood that was coming out of the broken skin, he looked at her terrified expression; such a glorious picture for him.

«Would you die for me?», he asked while caressing her wet cheek.

She nodded without a word.

«Would you do whatever I asked you to?», he smiled.

Another affirmative nod.

«Who do you belong to?», his smirk widening.

«You», her voice soft.

Doflamingo chuckled.

«That’s right, birdie, you belong to me», he kissed her without a warning.

(Y/N) was taken aback but responded to the gesture of affection, her hands shyly making their way towards his shoulders and behind his neck, getting the man closer to her body. She thought Doflamingo wasn’t going to go further than a make out session because he was simply Doflamingo, a man that stood above everyone else, above the World Government, above the Celestial Dragons. He was a God.

The man wasn’t going to prepare her for him, he didn’t have the patience for it. Lifting her sundress and ripping her panties letting them fall to the ground, he kept on kissing her fiercely as he got his already hardened dick out of his trousers.

«Young Master», she panted between kisses, «I… No…».

Doflamingo stopped and looked at the blushing girl, her hands gripping his shoulders trying to push him away. Her gaze avoiding his. He connected the dots and realized something.

«Is my precious little birdie a virgin?», he mocked.

She nodded embarrassed by the whole situation; masturbating was a thing, but actual sex was something she never experienced. Doflamingo, on the other hand, was unsure about what to do, never before had he fucked a virgin or if he did, he didn’t care about foreplay, but with her he was different; his body aflame with pride and lust, realizing he would be the one to take her precious virginity. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do either, relying on her captain for instructions, but he wasn’t talking.

Doflamingo licked his lips while admiring the flustered girl, a fantasy he replayed in his mind whenever he could, was now becoming a reality. He lifted her up, just enough so her crotch was at eye-level with him, his strings keeping her dress out of the way.

«You look so inviting», he kissed her thigh before nibbling at it.

The sensitive skin reddening slightly at the gesture, making the girl hold her breath, anticipating what was about to come. Everybody knew Donquixote Doflamingo wasn’t a patient man and that applied to a lot of things, sex included, so without a warning he divided in between her legs; his long tongue was a blessing, it was going around making sure to coat every part of her pussy with his saliva.

(Y/N) was in heaven, her nails digging into the wooden wall her back was against, jolts of pleasure making her whole body shake every time Doflamingo’s tongue would go over her clitoris or poke at her entrance as an uncomfortable sensation was building up, she couldn’t exactly tell where, it was like her whole nervous system was shut down, leaving space to the pleasure she was receiving and running through her body. Toes curling and back arching at the continuous stimulation, Doflamingo knew his way around the female body, every sound (Y/N) made was music to his ears, telling him she was getting closer.

She felt like light-headed, her mind was having an out-of-body experience, liquid dribbling out of her vulva as her arousal was getting closer.

“Just a bit more”, she thought, the pleasure too much for her to handle and let her form sentences.

It became too much, she thought she couldn’t take it anymore and was about to let Doflamingo know when something snapped. All that build up tension was released, mouth agape as every muscle in her body stiffened at the sudden shock of ecstasy; never in her life had she experienced such a powerful, leg shaking orgasm that left her panting like a dog. Her body drained, mind still in a haze as she was recovering from the euphoric feeling.

Doflamingo was admiring her post-orgasm glow, making her even more sexy to him.

«You did so good for me, birdie», he praised her, stroking her thighs with his thumbs.

He laid her on the bed, her slit glistening with his saliva and her juices was a divine sight for Doflamingo. His dick twitching in anticipation.

«Are you going to be good for me, (Y/N)?», he cooed as he rested the tip of his member against her opening.

(Y/N) nodded, making the man shake his head with a smirk.

«Yes, Young Master», she added.

Doflamingo didn’t waste time in pushing his dick inside her, the walls of her vagina warm and wet were like a perfect fit for the man. He felt benevolent and decided to take it slow, for now, letting the girl adjust to his size. (Y/N) felt a burning sensation, it wasn’t bad like other women described it, it was uncomfortable at first but once her walls stretched to accommodate Doflamingo’s dick, she let him know she was ready for him.

The first thrusts were slow and steady, (Y/N)’s body was relishing in the feeling of his cock stroking her walls, filling her so good and making her moan, the sustained rhythm of the sound showed him how lovely everything felt to her. Her sounds made him pick up his pace as he was whispering sweet praises in her ear before kissing her face.

Every time he was fully inside her, she would moan louder while her walls would spasm and almost strangle Doflamingo’s cock, not wanting it to get out.

He wanted more, he wanted to see, hear, touch more. Ripping her dress and bra off her, he admired the way her breasts bounced at every deep thrust of his; he stopped his movements for a moment, leaning down to leave kisses and love bites on her collarbone, he felt her walls pulsating making him want to just stay like that forever. He admired his work before picking up the pace once again, taking off his shirt that was starting to stick to his toned body.

«You feel amazing», Doflamingo kissed her jawline, his husky tone made her walls squeeze him tighter.

The room felt too warm, their sweaty bodies intertwined.

(Y/N) sank her nails in his forearm from pleasure, making him let out a low chuckle.

«Young Master», she let out a sharp cry letting him know she was climaxing.

«Go on, come for me, you’re doing so good», keeping a steady pace he bit back a groan.

Her tight walls squeezing his dick were something else compared to all the women he had fucked before, he felt like he could cum any minute but held himself back, he wanted to rip as many orgasms from her as possible. (Y/N) started crying from happiness, being able to experience something so pleasant was overwhelming.

She was an angelic sight. Her whole body exposed only for Doflamingo to see, tears adorning her eyes, a faint blush on her cheek, her hair messy, lips looking so soft and plump, her perfume intoxicating him; he wanted to experience that every day. Needing to be closer to her, he slipped out of her to change position from missionary to a scooping position; both laying on their side, facing the same direction, Doflamingo raised her knees slightly and slipped back inside her. The new position made (Y/N)’s eyes roll in the back of her head as the stimulation she received was increased.

(Y/N) climaxed two more times, a fourth was coming but something felt different that time. Doflamingo was hitting her g-spot so precisely, stimulating it continuously. She wasn’t sure about what was happening to her body as she felt an uncontrollable need to pee, she tried to hold it back without success; her back arching as she let out a strangled yelp while clear liquid squirted out of her before the actual orgasm hit her, this one lasted longer, making her become light-headed and dizzy.

«Am I making you feel that good?», Doflamingo knew what had just happened.

His pride was over the roof, feeling her squirting so hard on him as he fucked her dumb. (Y/N) couldn’t hear him, the pleasure too much for her to handle anymore as her body was starting to give out.

«Show me how that pretty face looks like with my dick in your mouth, birdie», slipping out of her he leaned against the headboard of the bed.

Beckoning her exhausted figure over with his finger, he took her head in his hand and guided her to his cock. Her mouth felt as good as her pussy did, he was nearing his orgasm as he set the pace by keeping his hand on the back of her head; from that position he could see the tattoo of his Jolly Roger on her back.

«So good», he bit his lips looking at the sight before him.

Thrusting himself in her mouth, using it like a fuck toy, he held her down as he released inside her mouth. The cum gushing out his dick, into her mouth and down her throat felt weird; mostly the taste of it, she didn’t know what to expect, it was thick and slightly bitter but not unpleasant.

After making sure he was done cumming, he let her lean back up, smirking at the sight of her he put his thumb on her mouth, signalling her to open it to which she obliged. She stuck her tongue out, showing him, she swallowed every drop.

«My, you really are a good girl», he brought her closer.

Wrapping his arms around her worn out body, Doflamingo held her in his arms until she fell asleep.

“My good girl”, he looked down at the sleeping girl, moving her hair out of her face his smile fell.

He kissed her forehead.

“Fall (Y/N), fall deeper and deeper with me so you can see the world like I do”.

[sarahfeliciam]

The Ultimatum Ch 68

Chapter 68

Remus jolted awake to the sound of banging pans and the loud belting of ‘happy birthday’. 

When he opened his eyes, quickly and somewhat on edge, he was met with Emeline, Sirius and Tonks grinning and hollering something about birthday surprises. 

“Let’s go, doomsday!” Emeline pulled his arm from bed, practically dragging him out. 

He groaned in exhaustion and tugged her forcefully back, laughing when she fell onto the bed herself. 

“I’m not moving from right here!” He played, shoving a pillow over her head. 

“We’ll bring the party in here then, mate!” Sirius shouted. 

Emeline ripped the pillow off and chucked it at Sirius, shaking her head wildly. 

“No can do! We’ve slaved away to prepare - you’re getting up, now.” 

“How could I deny such a polite ask?” Remus replied cheekily, finally standing to follow them into the living room as Tonks grabbed his hand. 

“Close your eyes!” Emeline ordered before he stepped into the sitting area. 

“Not sure I should be guided by someone so clumsy.” He quipped, still holding onto Tonks’ hand. She shoved him playfully and Sirius snorted as the three of them moved to stand in front of their masterpiece, counting down together.

“Three…two…open!”

When Remus opened his eyes, he couldn’t even think of anything else in the regard of playful banter to respond. 

His mouth fell slightly open as he glanced around the sitting room and kitchen, both completely decked out in an explosion of balloons, streamers, confetti across the tables and, naturally, a large slab of cake on the dining table. 

There was a homemade birthday banner with little crescent moons and stars on either side hanging from the fireplace that was painted fairly haphazardly by, he assumed, Sirius. 

There was even a small pile of gifts, packaged neatly in parchment paper wrappings and twine, atop the coffee table.

Emeline watched him excitedly before moving forward to hug him.

“Happy birthday, dad.” 

He pulled her in tightly and shook his head.

“How did you lot pull this all off?” He asked in amazement, mouth still slightly open when Emeline pulled away.

“We were up until this morning!” She stated, matter of fact. “More than worth it.” She turned to Sirius and Tonks who were still watching Remus, too, with large smiles on their faces. 

“Thank you, all. This is too much.” He replied gratefully, walking over to run his fingertips along the banner. 

“Ofcourse it isn’t!” Tonks responded, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“It could never be too much.” Emeline added, grabbing up the gift on top of the pile. 

“Yeah, mate. We would’ve done the whole house up if we could’ve and that still wouldn’t have been enough.”

“I don’t know what to say.” He murmured, wrapping his arm around Tonks and taking the gift from Emeline with his free hand. 

“Don’t say anything! Just let us celebrate you; that’s all we’ve been waiting for.”

He smiled and nodded, his eyes misty as he took a seat on the couch. Tonks sat on the coffee table in front of him with Sirius as Emeline took the opening next to him and he tore into the paper of her gift carefully. 

“Emma,” he exhaled quickly, staring down at the book now in his hands. It was the final copy in a volume of books on defensive spells and dark magic apparitions similiar to what his father studied in his prime. He had the bulk of the set as a hand-me-down, but the latest and final volume he’d been avoiding due to cost and certainly not for lack of want. It was the only brand new volume he had. “How could you afford this?”

“I’m a working gal, now!” She beamed, shrugging her shoulders. 

“You shouldn’t-“

“- I should have! You eye this everytime we’re in Diagon Alley. I wanted you to have the finished shelf.”

“Thank you, darling. It’s perfect.” He responded, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. 

When he was done pouring over a brief rundown of the text and illustrations, he continued opening gifts from Sirius and Tonks, many of which involved chocolates in some form, and a new cardigan that Tonks insisted would look perfect with his skin tone. 

He had never worn such a rich blue before, but figured she knew what she was talking about.

When it came time for lunch to roll around, he stood to put on some tea and offered to make something, to which they all loudly disagreed. 

They insisted it was lunch out today, and everyone dressed quickly to head to their small town pub once more. 

•

It was a real change of pace to share a meal together out like they were. 

Not only due to financials, but also what a dim and dark world it felt they lived in everyday. 

Things had been looking up as of late, but Remus knew deep down the looming war was still just on the horizon, any day. It churned his stomach everytime he pictured his daughter involved in such a cruel and unjust fight. 

Remus lost everything he held dear last time and this time… he couldn’t fathom it. 

You alright? 

Her voice seeped into his mind softly and pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down at the last rib setting on his plate and then to his daughter with a smile.

I’m more than alright 

She smiled in satisfaction and went back to chatting with Tonks and Sirius animatedly - something about the next Weird Sisters concert, which apparently the twins had been trying to score tickets to for more than a month.

•

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. 

Remus assured them that his happiest spot was right on the sofa, lounging with his family and new book. 

He was halfway through a riveting chapter on the most frightening appearances a Boggart had ever taken when a knock came to the door. 

He peaked up from his sentence to see Emeline already up and hurrying to answer it, and was surprised to realize that he’d let so much time past that the sun had already practically set. 

“Happy Birthday!” His ears began to ring on the tail skirts of the loud shouts that echoed into the room. Filing in were the Weasley’s, (save for Ron), Kingsley, Alastor and Poppy. 

“Merlin, you lot don’t quit, do you?” Remus chuckled, standing quickly and greeting everyone who’d stepped inside. Sirius shut the door and left everyone feeling painfully large in such a small space as Poppy embraced him tightly.

It was indeed joyful, despite their humble abode. 

Remus noticed then that they were all holding various dishes and bustling into the kitchen to set things down where they could.  

Before he could turn around, Sirius and Tonks were moving the sofa back a decent amount of paces to make room for everyone.

“We figured the biggest table we had was the floor.” Emeline grinned, sprawling out their largest blanket across the rickety wood.

Remus shook his head slowly, staring on at all the hustle and bustle and smelling the assortment of potluck dishes hit his nose. 

He felt completely enveloped in warmth as Molly began handing out plates and Emeline walked around trying to sort out drinks. 

Eventually, he felt a soft hand find his and he laced his fingers in between Tonks’ instinctively. 

“Happy Birthday, Remus.” She looked up at him expectantly and he kissed her in response without hesitation, causing the room to go silent.

“Well, we all assumed!” Alastor broke the tension gruffly.

“Some of us knew!” George quipped with a snicker before Emeline playfully elbowed him.

Tonks and Remus blushed lightly as everyone took their seats on the floor. 

A few more gifts had made their way to the coffee table that was now against the wall, and his cake was still setting on the kitchen table with candles ready to be lit after their meal. 

“Thirty six!” Emeline called out with a mouthful of steak. “Blimey, you’re nearly ancient, dad.” 

He laughed loudly, chucking a lone pillow at her as Tonks handed him another buttered biscuit. 

“She knows just how to get under your skin.” Tonks mused. “Never we mention that she’s about to be an adult, which is just as scary and old.” She stuck out her tongue playfully and Emeline groaned. 

“Bloody hell, don’t remind me.”

“Don’t remind me, either.” Remus replied gently. “I’m already not looking forward to the day that our lives are so separate again.”

Emeline looked up curiously, surprised at his emotion in front of so many people. George smiled slightly, glancing between them both to read between the lines. 

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” She said quietly as Molly watched her with teary eyes. 

Remus simply nodded and glanced back down at his plate before taking a deep breath.

“Thank you all so much. I can’t explain what today has meant to me, truly.”

“It’s still not over!” Sirius yelled as the twins leapt to their feet. 

“If you all will follow us to the back yard,” George began. “I’m sure you won’t be disappointed!” Fred finished.

Moments later, they were all underneath the sky completely lit up by the most beautiful fireworks any of them had ever seen. 

Amidst the background noise of one final chorus of ‘happy birthday’, Emeline thanked the twins profusely before George bent down to kiss her lovingly. Remus glanced over just in time to see it and Tonks chuckled as his face changed slightly. 

“Hey, look here.” She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him quickly as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Thank you for being a part of this.” He mumbled against her hair - a rich blue that matched his new cardigan. 

“Hopefully the first of many, mm?” She asked quietly as more fireworks set off around them. 

“The first of many.” He agreed, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

Author’s Note: I hope everyone feels warm and fuzzy… I’d hold onto that if I were you. We’re about to catapult forward once more; we have a lot of gruesome work to do in HBP. Thanks for reading!

[rizlowwritessortof]

Unforgivable

Sequel to A Little Rowdy, because I just wasn't done with those two! Planning for three parts (unless my muse goes crazy, it happens). Huge thanks to editsbymichele (IG) for the lovely Beau header - beautiful as always, my friend!! And thank you to @firefly-graphics for the divider!

Beau and Laney have settled into a comfortable relationship, things are smooth and easy - until Laney is threatened, and Beau strongly suspects she's not the real target.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Laney Marcus

Word Count: 1964

Warnings: Smut (as usual), stalking, menacing behavior

Laney sang along with the song blasting from her speakers as she drove to Beau’s trailer for movie night. Beau and Cassie had started the tradition, which had grown to include Jenny, and now it had morphed even larger - Cassie and Cormac, Jenny and Matt, and she had joined the party with Beau. He had to buy more chairs, and they needed more beer, but they always had a good time. And, of course, it didn’t actually happen every week due to how busy everyone’s lives were, but they always managed at least a couple of movie nights a month.

It was Beau’s turn to pick tonight, and he was going old-school western with The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. The movie choice process had morphed, too, and after sometimes endless arguing (seriously, Cassie and Beau argued like they were brother and sister sometimes), Beau had declared that they would take turns picking the movie and nobody could know what it was until that night so no one would ditch if they didn’t like the choice. He always told Laney, though – she wouldn’t ditch him no matter what awful movie he picked.

They had gone out to Cassie’s ranch house a couple of times, but it just wasn’t the same. There was just something about sitting on the makeshift deck next to Beau’s trailer with a fire blazing in the fire pit and watching the movie outside, lounging in old Adirondack chairs with pillows and blankets, eating popcorn or roasting marshmallows, as much talking and laughing as there was movie-watching.

Laney pulled in and parked, smiling up at Beau as he opened her door and took her hand to help her out of the car. “Well, aren’t I getting special treatment tonight!” she teased, going on tiptoe to kiss him. He wrapped an arm around her, successfully lengthening the encounter, then smiling down at her as he finally raised his head.

“Got a surprise for you.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes shined as she grinned up at him. “Show me!”

He took her hand and led her from the car, stepping aside as they reached the trailer. Her eyes widened and she laughed, squeezing his hand and then moving to the deck to run her hand over the new addition, an Adirondack-style love seat. “You got us a two-seater! Oh, there’s gonna be fighting over this, Beau.”

He shook his head. “No, there isn’t. This is ours. If those guys want one, they can get their own.” He stepped up and kissed her, his hands on her waist, then looked down at her happy face, his eyes crinkling as he gave her an affectionate smile. “I got tired of not being able to cuddle with you during the movie. So I fixed it.”

“I love it. Cushions and everything!” She moved closer, slipping her arms around him and looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “You know, I’m feeling very cuddly tonight.”

He laughed softly. “Good. That’s good. Because the second part of the surprise is that it’s just you and me tonight, darlin’. We haven’t had much time alone together lately with work and everything, and…” He didn’t get to finish as Laney stretched up to kiss him silent, and he didn’t even mind.

They gathered their snacks, the small cooler with beer, and the largest blanket Beau owned, and he pulled an old wrought-iron coffee table over to use as a footstool. “We don’t have to watch a western tonight, do we?” Laney looked up at him, pleading, and Beau laughed.

“No, we can save that one for next time. Help me look.” They found a campy old comedy, opened their beers, and settled in. They drank beer, munched on popcorn, and laughed at the movie, enjoying being able to be close.

Laney finished her beer and set the bottle down beside the love seat, pulling her arms underneath the blanket and snuggling into Beau as he wrapped his arms around her. She sighed happily, leaning back on his shoulder as he hugged her tight, brushing a kiss into her hair. His fingers slipped beneath the collar of her shirt, gentle caresses along her collarbone making her melt back against him. His hand moved gradually lower until he was skimming over the soft round of her breast, fingertips tracing along the lacy top of her bra.

“I feel like a high school girl in the back row at the movies,” she whispered, smiling up at Beau, and he bent to kiss her lips with a crooked little grin.

“So what does that make me, a horny teenage boy?” he teased, busying his hands at the buttons of her shirt.

“Pretty much, yeah,” she giggled, catching her breath when he opened her shirt and gently tugged the cups of her bra down to free her breasts.

“Much better,” he muttered in her ear, kneading and squeezing at her warm flesh, her nipple hardening in his palm. “So, think I can make it to third base?”

Laney gasped a little as he gave a tug to her nipple, his other hand working her jeans open. “Oh, I’m sure you’re gonna get very lucky tonight.”

Beau growled softly, nipping gently at her earlobe as he lifted her leg and draped it over his thigh. He slipped his fingers under the top of her panties, pressing forward until he could cup her sex entirely in his large hand. “I’m feelin’ pretty damn lucky already.” He continued teasing at her nipples as he brushed his fingers over her pussy, exploring, finally penetrating her with two long fingers and making her squirm.

“Beau!” Her hips bucked up as he wriggled his fingers inside her, and he laughed softly.

“Careful, darlin’ – if you get too loud, Mrs. Ortiz across the way will be spying out her window, tryin’ to see what’s goin’ on over here.”

“I shouldn’t be the only one who has to be quiet,” Laney sassed, a little breathlessly as Beau rubbed his fingertips over her sweet spot again. She moved her hand to his waist, popping the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Beau jumped as she shoved her hand down the front of his boxer briefs and wrapped her fingers around his cock, giggling softly as he threw his head back with a moan.

“Watch yourself, woman, you might end up ridin’ me right here in front of God and everybody,” he threatened with a smirk. He leaned close to kiss her quick and hard, raising his head to stare into her eyes as he began to pump his fingers with more purpose, the heel of his hand rubbing over her clit with each stroke. “You gonna be good for me? Keep quiet when you come?”

Laney’s eyes squeezed closed, her head dropping back onto his shoulder as she began to writhe beneath his touch, looking back up at him desperately. “I can’t, Beau… I can’t, you’d better help me or Mrs. Ortiz is gonna do more than look out her window, she’s gonna be coming over here to see what the hell is going on, I mean it…”

“Shhhhh…” Beau grinned, capturing her lips in a ravenous kiss to muffle the sounds she could no longer control as she bucked hard into his thrusts, finally coming undone. He gave her a moment, then pulled back a little to let her breathe, panting hard himself as he watched her ride out her high. “That’s my girl,” he muttered as he kissed her again, letting things calm slowly. She finally let her eyes drift open again, smiling languidly up at him. “You might want to loosen that grip just a tad, darlin’,” he coaxed, watching her momentary confusion and then the slight widening of her eyes as she realized, relaxing her fingers around his erection.

“Sorry,” she whispered, laughing softly as he breathed out a sigh of relief. She looked up at him, her face the picture of innocence. “If only there were something I could do to, you know, show you how sorry I am.”

He shook his head at her, fighting the smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. “All right, you – wrap that blanket around yourself and get your sexy ass in that trailer.” He stood up, pulling his jeans back into place, and held out a hand to help her up, making sure she was covered before she turned to head for the trailer. She let out a little squeak as he swatted her butt on the way in, their teasing laughter muffled to the outside as he pulled the door shut behind them.

In the shadows on the roof of Mrs. Ortiz’s trailer, a figure moved, climbing silently down from their perch. The camera was slipped into a backpack, zipper closed, stealthy footsteps moved to the trunk of a dark sedan. One more task, and they could call it a night – the first step in the plan to make that son of a bitch pay.

Laney’s eyes drifted open, and she smiled sleepily at the sight before her. Beau was still sound asleep on his side facing her, the morning sun filtered through the curtains highlighting his freckles and tinting his hair and eyelashes a ginger hue. She reached a finger to touch the lashes fanned against his cheek, her smile growing as his nose crinkled a little, one beautiful green eye opening to peek at her.

“What are you up to?” he asked, voice still husky with sleep.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Well, if you’re gonna wake me up, you could at least kiss me.” She moved in close, happy to comply with his request. His hands roamed lazily over her soft skin, stopping suddenly when her stomach growled, his eyes wide and a smirk on his face. “Maybe I’d better feed you before this goes any further.”

She giggled, blushing, shoving at his shoulder. “I am hungry. Maybe we should go get breakfast. After we go to my place and shower.”

“I do have a shower, y’know.”

“Yeah. I know. It gives me claustrophobia. Mine is much bigger.”

He sighed, pretending to be offended. “Fine. Just so you know, not a great thing to tell a man his stuff is too small. Tends to hurt our feelings.”

Laney laughed again, leaning in to kiss him and wrap a hand around his healthy morning erection. “You’re very large everywhere it counts, cowboy.”

“Ok, well don’t start somethin’ you don’t wanna finish right now, darlin’. Let’s get to your place, clean up and get you fed before you start takin’ bites outta me.”

“Mmmmm, we’ll do that later,” she teased, climbing out of bed and searching for her clothes, which had been flung every direction the night before.

After they both were dressed, they headed out the door. “Want to take my car?” she asked, and Beau nodded.

“Yeah, Pedro’s acting up again. I need to get Cassie over here to look at the engine again. Oh, shit – forgot my phone. I’ll meet you at the car.”

Laney pulled her keys from her pocket, walking to her car, smiling and waving at one of the neighborhood kids riding his tricycle in a nearby yard. She unlocked the door, moving to climb in before her eyes registered what waited for her in the driver’s seat. She backed away with a terrified scream, bringing Beau running from the trailer.

“Laney?! Laney! What’s wrong?” He came to a stop at her side, looking towards where she pointed, her hand shaking.

A large rattlesnake was coiled on the seat as if ready to strike – thankfully the creature was dead. On top of it lay a handwritten sign in large, red letters: HE CAN’T PROTECT YOU.

Part 2

Tags for my lovelies:  @saenalife    @deanscarlett    @jensensgotyoudean    @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis    @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog    @geeklibrarian    @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid      @mrswhozeewhatsis    @littlegreenplasticsoldier    @sleep-silent-angel    @darcia22    @winchesterprincessbride    @ellen-reincarnated1967    @eyes-of-a-disney-princess      @deanslittleangel2y5    @melanie451        @spectaculacular-sammy     @bookchic20    @jodyri    @selma-jean-blog           @savingapplepie-eatingthings    @kittenofdoomage    @masked-maiden42    @lean-mean-deanwinchester    @ericuhlorain    @undecided-garden    @ceeceewinchester    @typicalweirdbookworm          @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit    @youtoldalie    @tanithlowisabamf-blog    @deandoesthingstome    @jxackles    @nerdwholikesword    @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic    @kreweofimp  @gabavaldman    @chaos-and-the-calm67-blog    @darkx143    @disassociativedogma    @ioanashalala    @jencharlan    @deansthirstblog     @dorky-and-i-know-it    @mischief-maker1    @winchestersandwordprocessors    @percussiongirl2017    @bringmesomepie56   @akshi8278    @torn-and-frayed    @sandlee44   @wingedcatninja  @evansrogerskitten   @emoryhemsworth  @peaceinourtime82  @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior  @sarcasmqueen74   @maliburenee     @mrsjenniferwinchester   @yeehawbitchs   @emily-winchester  @hobby27

[sofya-fanfics]

The Woman He Loved

Fandoms : Naruto / One Piece

Relationship : Sanji x Sakura

My Flufftober 2023 contribution for the prompt extra : Create a crossover of two or more fandoms.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Sanji walked quickly towards the deck of the Sunny. He knew she would be there. Sakura-swan, he thought with a dreamy look and a huge smile.

Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda.

@flufftober

AO3 / FF.NET

Sanji came out of the kitchen. Night had fallen and the cool air made him shiver. He buttoned his jacket and lit a cigarette. He had tidied up the kitchen and he had planned his meal for the next day. His day was finally over. He always went to bed after everyone else and woke up before everyone else. But he was not complaining. He was a cook and he loved it. It was his life and he would not change it for anything.

He walked quickly towards the deck of the Sunny. He knew she would be there. Sakura-swan, he thought with a dreamy look and a huge smile. He arrived on the deck. She was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and she was watching the stars. She seemed so peaceful that he felt guilty for disturbing her.

“Here you are at last,” she said.

“I was delayed by Luffy. I had to stop him from eating all the meat we have.”

She laughed lightly. Sanji sat next to her and Sakura moved a little closer to him, closing the gap between them. He could feel her arm brush against his. He did not know if she had done it unconsciously.

It had become a ritual between them. In the evening, when the entire crew had gone to bed, they met on deck to watch the stars, to talk, or to enjoy the quiet after the eventful dinner that had taken place a few hours earlier. They only stayed for a few minutes, but this time spent with her was the best moment of his day.

Sakura had become a member of the crew after their fight against Arlong, when they headed for Grand Line. They had landed on an island where she was a doctor and after preventing pirates from invading the island, she had accepted Luffy's offer to join them. One day, Sanji had asked her why she had decided to follow them. She had answered with a smile filled with sadness :

“Because he reminds me of someone important to me. He has this impossible dream and yet, we are ready to follow him and to trust him unreservedly.”

She had described perfectly how everyone felt about their captain. Even if Sakura still remained a mystery to him, he knew that she was from the ninja nations where there was a war a few years ago. He remembered that all the newspapers had talked about it.

She told him about her two friends that had died during the war. They had fought until they killed each other. She blamed herself for not having been able to save them. When she told him about this part of her life, tears were running down her cheeks, saying that if she had been faster, stronger, she could have stopped them and saved them. Sanji had hugged her until she felt better.

It was the first time they had been alone on deck and their ritual had begun.

When he was on Whole Cake Island, it was those moments with her that he missed the most. When he thought he would never see her again, he had been hurt. But she had come to get him with all the members of the crew, she had fought for him and for him to return to them. He had always loved her, like he loved Robin or Nami. But in that moment, he realized that what he felt for her was true love. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He had not told her his feelings. He was afraid of her reaction, afraid that she would not believe him. He was not ready to lose what they had.

He saw her shiver. He took off his jacket and put it on her shoulders. She opened her eyes wide, surprised, and thanked him. She hugged the jacket, wrapping her arms around her to warm herself up. She laughed lightly.

“What ?” Sanji asked smiling.

“Nothing. It's just that your jacket smells like you. A mixture of cigarette and bread. It’s comforting.”

Sanji blushed and his heart skipped a beat. Every day he fell in love with her a little more. He felt her put her head on his shoulder. He looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. He smiled, drawing on his cigarette, and closed his eyes too. He enjoyed this moment alone with Sakura, hoping that it would last as long as possible.

The end