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Fine, you win, Wanderer. I donât think i can get Raiden for today.
Who says iâm giving up on pulling? No, no.
Iâm going to get that yaksha when he comes out.
âŠcat got your tongue?
You brought this on yourself.
Donât be surprised if Faruzan wonât cooperate with you anymore.
#genshin impact#dps dynamics#kesteam dynamics#you fucking idiot#why the hell do you have to block my pulls#you think rosaria can satiate my need for a waifu-slingling staff user?#dont fucking interfere with my pulls#sagau#genshin sagau#honestly all you have to do is stay still and not interfere#but NOOOOO#i wasnt even going to use her as a DPS you buffoon#sheâll be Keqingâs support
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Imagine #1
Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader
CW: Implied Yandere (If you squint), mild grotesque imaginary of killing a magic beast
Inspired by @circeyoru âs âFuture Power Coupleâ
[MasterlistđŠâšïž]
You never imagined your life would take such a drastic turn. One moment, you were typing away on your laptop, and the next, you found yourself in a universe where Hunters, dungeons, and magic were the norm.
As a casual fan of the manhwa, you were more than familiar with the storyline and its characters. But this was real, painfully real, and your heart raced in your chest as you tried to make sense of it all.
Isekai'd into the world of Solo Leveling was unexpected, but this?
This was even more bizarre.
___
Isekai stories were meant to be fun. A fresh start in a different world with cool powers and thrilling adventures, right?
[Congratulations!
You have been selected by the System for an exclusive test run.]
The first time you saw that message, you had no idea what it meant. But after receiving a few more cryptic messages and nearly dying in a lower-rank dungeon?
You would be foolish if continue that thought.
You werenât just dropped into this worldâyou were the 'Trial Player'. A glitch, a test subject for the system before it latched onto its true player.
It sounded like a game, a brief test before things returned to normal.
Except now youâre stuck.
___
You didnât want to interfere, to change the storyline you knew too well.
The system gave you powers once you started leveling up.
Since you werenât a fighter by nature, learning how to defend yourself have been a whole other story. Healing however, had come to you almost too naturally. You were rather fortunate (or is it unfortunate?) in that regard, as you discovered early on that your specialized ability was more⊠versatile, than it seemed.
Simply put, they were dual-edged.
Healing and harming were two sides of the same coinâjust a matter of intent.
You could heal yourself and allies just fine, but with enemies? The same touch that mended could also cause harm.
A giant serpent once learned that the hard way.
___
The cold wind brushed against your face as you stared down at the monstrous serpent writhing in its final throes. You hadnât meant to do it that wayâhonestly, it was an accident.
You had only wanted to defend yourself, yet in an act of panic, you had somehow amplified the beast's venom glands, forcing it to produce venom at an uncontrollable rate to the point of overloading its own internal organs.
The monster literally drowned in its own deadly concoction.
As the hissing faded, you watched with wide eyes as the giant serpent collapsed, dead. A familiar notification dinged in the corner of your vision.
[Congratulations!
You have successfully defeated a C-Rank Venom Serpent!]
The cheerful tone that rang in your ears was far too enthusiastic for your liking.
[System will now place Blue Venom-Fanged Kasaka in its place.]
You let out a shaky breath, still in shock.
[You have just proven yourself to be quite entertaining,
Trial Player (Name)_
Shall we continue with more interesting challenges?]
What the hell just happened?
___
From the start, youâd made the decision to stay under the radar.
At first, it was overwhelming.
The system's notifications, the power you gained with each step, and the dangerous world you were thrust into were enough to make anyone completely lost their mind.
But, despite the insanity of your new reality, you had to admit youâd adapted rather well.
From that day forward, the system acted more like a mischievous partner than a mere overseer.
In fact, the system had seemed delighted by your attempts to remain discreet, since it was more than willing to help you falsify your ranking, allowing you to masquerade as a mere C-rank. Not that you cared much about rankings, but blending in was important, especially since you knew what was coming. You didn't want to stand out when the real chaos began.
The system had its reasons, no doubt, but you didnât question it. As long as it kept your secret and allowed you to survive without drawing too much attention, you were content.
With your knowledge of the Solo Leveling storylineâalbeit you still need to fill in some gaps in your memory here and thereâyou avoided changing the narrative too much. However, when it came to the protagonist, you found it difficult to completely stay away.
As a fan, you already knew what hardships awaited him, and as much as you tried not to interfere, your heart ached terribly seeing him suffer through his early days as an E-rank hunter.
Even knowing heâd become the worldâs strongest eventually, you still found yourself lessening his burden.
You werenât trying to change anything significantâjust minor things. Healing him faster when he was injured and unconscious after dangerous raids, anonymously covering some of his mother's medical bills, leaving useful items at his doorstep. All of it was done behind the curtain, leaving no trace.
You kept your distance; each act was a silent tribute to a hero you believed deserved better.
Or maybe, it was because you saw something in him that reminded you of your own struggleâyour own loneliness in this strange world.
After all, this wasnât your story. It was his.
___
You vowed not to meddle in the timeline.
That was to say, you had no intention of getting involved in the main storyline.
So, when the time came for him to finally accept the systemâs offer and became the player, the trial period for you ended.
The screens pop-ups ceased.
The missions vanished.
The system had gone silent.
You could finally step back, let him take the reins. You could enjoy the world for yourself, live your life in this reality.
Or so you thought.
___
It was supposed to be a quiet day, just like any other.
You found yourself wandering through a familiar street in Seoul, lost in thought.
You werenât sure what it was that tipped you offâthe weight of someoneâs gaze on your back, perhapsâbut when you turned around, your breath hitched.
Gaze locked in with sharp, glowing blue.
And a familiar chirp in your mind, as smug as ever.
[Fancy meeting you here,
Trial Player (Name)_ ]
Damnit, you slyâ!
"ïżœïżœïżœTrial Playerâ, huh?"
You clenched your fists and bit your lip as his voice cut through your inner turmoil.
Stormy hues, and ebony locks that looked too fluffy not to touch.
Taller, and his voice deeper than the last time you heard him.
There was no way you could mistake him for someone else.
There was no way you could forget him.
Sung Jinwoo
The system hummed in amusement behind him, oddly pleased with itself.
A screen flickered in your periphery.
[Dear Trial Player, (Name)_
Be careful not to spill your secret to Player Sung Jinwoo,
else you may find the penalty quite costly.]
Playful, yet the warning echoed in your mind.
You had no idea what the systemâs penalty might be, and you werenât eager to find out.
âIâve been wondering about the mysterious healer whoâs been helping me. I guess I have my answer now.â
Calm, that tone of his was way too calm, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
You felt your stomach drop. How much did he know? How long had he suspectedâ
âDonât look so surprised,â Jinwoo continued with a chuckle, a small, dangerous tilt playing on his lips, âThe system can be⊠revealing at times.â
The insufferable chirps like giggles in your ear following his statement made it clearâthere was no escape now.
Sung Jinwoo knew, or at least, he knew enough.
âIâll make it easy for you,â Jinwoo said, stepping closer.
You instinctively took a step back.
"Join my party."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat instead.
âWhat?"
âI want you to join me,â
Jinwoo repeated with the same exact tone, as if that one sentence was enough for your mind to grasp atâwhatever situation this had spiral to be.
Your brain scrambled for an answer. You couldnât. You shouldnât. âI prefer staying out of the spotlight,â you muttered, trying to avoid his gaze.
Jinwoo leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable. âUnfortunately for you, I donât think Iâm going to let that happen.â
The system pinged again.
[Player Sung Jinwoo has extended a party invitation.]
âI didnât agree toââ
The screen popped up again.
[Trial Player cannot refuse this invitation.]
You blinked at the screen, then at him.
Jinwoo kept his eyes on youâglowing in that beautiful, beautiful blueâpractically daring you to refuse.
You felt trapped.
___
And that was how you found yourself reluctantly dragged into Sung Jinwooâs (formerly solo) party.
You were supposed to be a background character at most, but now you were standing beside the future strongest hunter, going on raids, facing dungeon bosses, and⊠spending far too much time with him outside of said raids.
You donât know why, but outside of dungeons were even worse. Jinwoo seemed to find excuses to be around you, despite your best efforts to avoid him. Whether it was casual visits to the same cafĂ©s you frequented or crossing paths in the market, he always seemed to be there at every turn. It was unsettling how often his gaze lingered on you, as if he was trying to unravel the very essence that made you, you.
Persistent, relentless, and far too observant for your liking. Jinwoo followed you, making sure you never slipped away, sticking close like your own personal shadow.
You might have laughed at the irony, if you were not the center of his attention.
Sung Jinwoo refused to leave you alone.
You weren't sure how he'd managed to pull you into his orbit, but he had, and now you were stuck in the very story you were trying to avoid.
A soft laugh; a rare sound that made your heart skip a beat.
âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily, My Healer.â
___
"Oh, what have I gotten myself into..." you muttered under your breath, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on you.
The system chimed in, always and without fail, far too gleeful for your liking.
[What indeed, Trial Player?
What indeed.]
You really, really, want to kick this damned system to space.
End Note:
Finally, I can sleep now...
Every related imagines I post after this WILL NOT follow any particular/chronological order.
#Solo Leveling Imagine#solo leveling#solo leveling x reader#sung jin woo x reader#sung jinwoo x reader#sung jinwoo#solo leveling jinwoo#yandere sung jinwoo#only i level up#x reader#reader insert#fem reader#fanfic#fanfiction#solo leveling fanfic
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The Tsaritsa is the archon of love, so when she notices and feels that the love lives of her Harbingers arenât going too well, she has to interfere.
female reader, hurt/comfort, the harbingers are all friends; Pierro and Capitano. - pt2
Pierro
Being the Tsaritsaâs righthand and her first Harbinger was a stressful job. He was hardly at her side despite being her righthand but the moment she needed something done, the first person sheâll go to is him.
The Tsaritsa also hardly shows her face in public, so if there is any event she ever plans for the Fatui, whether it be a gala, ball or anything- sheâll make Pierro go to talk, even though SHEâS the one who hosted it.
Well, sometimes sheâs there, lurking. No one actually knows itâs her since she chooses to stay hidden.
She decides to hold an eventful masquerade ball one night to celebrate the success of her Harbinhers. Itâs one that she of course probably wonât even be going to and Pierro must go on her behalf.
Despite being his lover of many years, aka HIS WIFE, he has never once let you come to one of these and just says youâll be bored out of your mind.
But a MASQUERADE BALL?! HELD BY THE QUEEN?! You had to go. This was your dream.
You begged for DAYS and he was so sick of it that he was forced to say yes.
Only for him to completely leave your side the moment you get there. At first, you thought that maybe it was just because he had a job to do, but throughout the night, he did not even spare you one glance.
You were standing off to the side, downing your 5th glass of champagne youâve been stealing from the trays.
You felt upset, honestly. This was your first ever ball with him, one that you prepared for in terms of elegance and manners. You even made your own dress! It was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and it matched your mask and yet he didnât even say anything.
You watched as he spoke to the Harbingers and important figures in Snezhnaya; they all laughed, smiled and showed off their guests, lovers or whoever they brought and you were practically discarded.
He acted like he had no lover tonight, and It made you wonder if his coworkers even knew he had a wife. Did he ever talk about you? Do they ever wonder why youâre never at the events? Do they even know your name?!
You struggled to listen in to their conversation, only being able to hear if one of them spoke loudly or the room went somewhat quieter.
You heard one speak a bit loud; the mayor of Snezhnaya.
âMy Jester, Iâve never once seen you attend these with a guest. Why is that?â
The next voice was quiet, but you knew your husbands voice.
âI simply donât have anyone to bring.â
You almost dropped your 6th glass of champagne, and if you did drop it, it wouldâve broken just like your heart just did.
Married for YEARS yet they donât even know who you are.
You waited for another waiter to walk by and slammed your glass down onto the tray, deciding you couldnât stay in this ballroom anymore.
Walking around, you found doors that led out to a balcony and was thankful there was no one on it as you rushed to it.
The doors werenât open wide so no one would see you out on there, thankfully. You took off your mask, letting your tears flow as you quietly sobbed, ignoring the cold hitting any bare skin.
On these nights, the Tsaritsa always seemed to calm down the weather. There was no harsh snow or rain, but that didnât mean it wasnât still cold- if anything, this was almost warm.
You leaned against the railing, your hot tears melting through any remaining snow left on it.
Shivering, you couldnât go back inside- your mascara was probably smudged by now and you didnât want to look at your husband.
You were thinking of ways to try to leave the ball without your husband noticing but in full honesty, he probably didnât even notice you were gone right now.
You didnât even hear the clacks of high heels until you felt something drape over your shoulders and you almost yelped out of surprise.
It was a coat; a long, fluffy one at that. You looked to your side to see youâd been joined by another woman.
Her skin was as pale as the snow, her hair long, flowy and honestly you couldâve sworn it was glowing. Her eyes were as sharp as ice yet as soft as snow.
Her dress was white, with laces of icy blue and sapphires adorned; the same with her mask.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen anyone hide out on a balcony during any of these.â She almost laughed, âToo cold.â
You wondered how she wasnât cold; sheâd given you her jacket, and her arms were bare yet she seemed perfectly fine as she leaned across the railing.
She even dared to jump up on it, sitting down as if there wasnât a huge risk she could fall off with one gust of strong wind.
That made you noticed there were no harsh winds tonight.
âWhatâs wrong, dear?â She asked, ever so softly as she took in the sight of your tears.
âJust my husband,â you scoffed, moving a hand up to wipe them. You didnât know why you were exposing this to a complete stranger yet there was just something about her that seemed like it was right to do so.
She hummed, then chuckled. âLove; such a beautiful yet painful feeling. Glad Iâve had my fair share with it.â
âYouâve been in love before?â You asked, genuinely interested in this random womanâs life.
âMany, many times.â She leaned back a bit, holding onto the railing as she looked up to the sky with a sad smile, watching the northern lights dance.
âWhich makes it necessary that I must help people in love.â She looked back down to you, âif you so wish to speak.â
You sighed, wrapping the coat around you closer as you shivered. âIâve been married to my husband for years, yet it feels like nothing. He has a stressful job- he works for her majesty, so I never ever complain about his absence. Yet tonight, he completely disregarded the fact of my existence and, even his own coworkers donât know I exist! He wonât introduce me! Am I truly his wife if he canât even act as my husband?!â You just groaned, looking up at the lights just as she did before.
She took in your words, nodding at every angry or frustrated rant within. After a minute, she spoke.
âHave you ever thought he doesnât introduce you because of his coworkers?â
You looked down, turning to her confused yet encouraging her to continue, intruiged.
âThe HarbingersâŠas loyal as they may be, some are rather dangerous, reckless and if I dare say myself, absolutely weird.â
You cackled. There was no way this random lady was dissing THE TSARITSAâS HARINGERS. âDo you truly have no fear?!â
She just laughed as well, hopping off the railing to now stand beside you. âI speak the truth. Maybe take that into consideration; perhaps, even though he is the first harbinger and can definitely take on all of them if any dared to touch you-â
You broke out into laughter again.
â-maybe think itâs to protect you from them. His actions tonight are not to be forgotten, and I assure you that soon he will realize his wrong and all will be will.â
You took in her words, looking back up to the sky. Well, she wasnât wrong; he was the first harbinger, and even though he is insanely powerful, that didnât mean the others werenât.
Maybe he was trying to protect you, but that didnât defend his actions.
You turned to thank the woman, but was met with nothing. She was gone- you didnât even hear her leave!
Then that reminded you- how the hell did she know he was the first harbinger?! You only mentioned she worked for him.
You still had her coat and you walked towards the doors to head back inside, hoping to find her but she was nowhere near.
You just sighed, choosing to sit on the bench at the side of the balcony. Wrapping the coat around you.
It was large, insanely large- the type of coat that would honestly fit the size of your husbandâŠ.
You took a closer look at the coat, only to notice the Fatui emblem.
Who the hell was this woman?!
~~
âAnd then I told that stupid fennec green-haired bastard- OH MY ARCHONS!â Dottore stopped his story when he noticed the sudden presence of his archon and every other harbinger within the circle yelped.
âThis is a first.â Capitano muttered, no one knowing if he was surprised or not under that mask.
They all tried to bow but she out her hands out. âNono! No one knows Iâm here other than you all so do not make a scene!â She whisper-yelled and they all immediately straightened themselves.
âPierro,â She turned to him,
âYes, your majesty?â He bowed his head,
âMay we take a walk?â She asked, putting her arm out.
He nodded, wrapping his arm around hers. âContinue your story, dottore.â She called before she and the first harbinger walked around the ballroom.
âYour wife looks gorgeous tonight.â She said once they were out of earshot.
He looked at her with shock. âHow did you-?â
âPierro,â she sighed, coming to a halt. âYou have been at my side for 500 years. You are my best friend but I am also your Archon; nothing gets past me, and as the God of Love it is my duty to tell you that your wife is heartbroken at your actions tonight and iâd advise for you to speak to her!â
During this; she somehow pushed him all the way to the doors and at her final words, she pushed him out onto the balcony, the warmth of the ballroom now gone.
He looked around and found your tear-stained face on the bench and he sighed, sitting beside you.
âYou look adorable in that,â He laughed at HIS coat on you.
âWould you like to meet my coworkers, darling? I donât want you to put this gorgeous dress to waste.â
Capitano
The fourth harbinger hardly ever talks. At meetings, he speaks a total of four words. There are very few Harbingers he will speak too and the only ones he actually talks to more than anyone else is Pierro, Dottore and Signora.
Just because you are his wife does not mean this excludes you.
The Tsaritsa had put both you and him down for an arranged marriage just a few months ago. Her reasoning- told through Pierro- being that Capitano seriously needs someone in his life and sheâd rather it be someone who talks a lot- aka you.
You never met the Tsaritsa, but you worked for the Harbingers as a secretary so even before your arranged marriage youâve had your fair share with all of them.
The Tsaritsa HOPED that maybe at meetings and gatherings capitano would finally talk more after marrying you and yet he remained as quiet as usual according to Pierro and she was gonna lose her shit.
Now, in the privacy of your home with him, he is more comfortable with you than the others. Heâs shown you his face, but in truth the only reason being because he doesnât want to sleep with it on and you literally sleep with him soâŠ
He talks a bit more; he says good morning, good afternoon, good night..
YeahâŠ
At first you were fine with it; it was better than when you were just his secretary and heâd leave work on your desk with a note saying âhave done by today. thanks :)â
It was cute you wouldnât lie. you just wished he showed that little emotion on the note in real life.
It was nice having someone to constantly talk to and yap to; he always listened in with such focus, and would nod to show he was listening and interested.
But after doing that for months it just gets so tiring to the point itâs just depressing.
You may be married to him now but that didnât mean your job was gone, so you were still at work with him. Sometimes it would be in his office or in someone elseâs if they need help.
One day, at work on your break, you found all the Harbingers into the lounge.
âY/N!â Childe laughed. âOur favourite- come sit with us!â
You shook your head. âI couldnât impose, my lord. I was just taking my break.â
âNonsense,â Signora waved her hand, shaking her head. âTake your break with us.â
Choosing to sit with all of them, you noticed Capitano wasnât there- as per usual.
As you sat with them and they talked about their lives and missions, theyâd ask you a few questions about Capitano. At first, it was simple questions about your marriage thay were deemed common sense which youâd answer yes to, but then it went into questions about him, which is when it got humiliating.
Theyâd ask about where he was from, what did he like to do in his pastime, why does he hardly talk, whatâs his favourite food, drink, how does he like his tea, what are his next missions-
All you could not answer, and instead of you, his own wife answering, Pierro did.
You excused yourself when you realized that was absolutely humiliating. How could you, his wife of several months- close to a year now!- not know anything about him yet his BOSS, knew everything?!
When you left, Pierro noticed everything at that moment, and decided he NEEDED to bring this up with the Archon of Love, but letâs be real.
She already knew, and was trying to figure out ways to fix this; âWe need Pantalone and Childe for this. Theyâre handsome, touchy, flirty and perfect.â
The next day, youâre confused when Pantalone and Childe are suddenly bothering you with everything; Yes, usually theyâre asking you to help with paperwork but today was differentâŠ
It started in the morning when Childe came up to you asking you to spar with him. Heâs only ever asked once, and he literally almost killed you that time. You were strong, but you had no vision and he was a literal harbinger.
He promised heâd go easy, and the sparring session lasted for about 30 minutes. By the end of it, you were completely sweaty and your hair was a mess- he apologized and offered to take you out for lunch
You accepted but decided to at least go put your stuff in your husbands office before you left.
Capitano is a little confused when you walk in absolutely drenched of sweat but just decides youâll probably talk about it tonight when youâre both laying in bed and continues to work on a few papers.
âApologies,â You let out a breathy laugh, putting down any bags you brought to work that morning. âI just finished sparring with Childe, and heâs taking me out for lunch. Iâll be back later.â
He doesnât say anything and you just sigh, already knowing not to expect anything.
From the top of the castle, Pierro and The Tsaritsa watch as you and Childe run away from the castle, clutching onto your coats for dear life from the harsh, cold wind.
âSo, whatâs the plan here?â He asked, âPardon my forwardness but I truly am confused.â
She just grinned. âWell, first I asked that Childe were to spar with her and take her out to lunch, which I truly hope makes Capitano the slightest bit jealous. Then upon her return, Pantalone will magically return from the gardens with a rose and give it to her and sheâll go back to her office and tell Capitano about her day and heâll realize and get jealous and fuck her.â
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âI did not need to know that last part. And if that doesnât work?â
âA god always has another plan.â
You and Childe are at lunch for about 2 hours; really it wouldâve been shorter but you and Childe were BOTH insane talkers so naturally you were there for a long time.
Returning to the castle, Pantalone was seen emerging from the gardens holding a few roses and Childe, for some reason, took that as his queue to wish you his goodbyes and hurry away.
âGood afternoon, Lord Pantalone.â You bowed and he just chuckled.
âNo need for pleasantries, Y/N. Here,â He handed you a rose and your eyes were full of surprise as you took it.
You became rather flustered, beginning to stutter. âO-oh, thank you! Itâs beautiful.â
âJust for a beautiful girl like you.â He winked and you giggled.
âIâll be off to give these to Signora. Have a lovely day, Y/N.â He smiled before making his way down the hall, and in seconds he was gone.
You stared down at the rose, feeling giddy. Youâd never even received flowers- not even when you got married! Your wedding day wasnât really even a wedding, instead Pierro officially declaring for you two to be wed and well, that was it.
You practically skipped back to your office, ready to tell your husband all about your day.
~~
âSo this morning I got here and the MOMENT I did Childe magically found me and asked me if I wanted to spar! and I was like hesitant because the last time we sparred he like literally almost killed me but he promised heâd go easy on me and he sortaaaa didnât so he decided heâd take me out to lunch and we were there for like 2 hours just talking and he was so king enough to pay for both! then we got back and Pantalone gave me a rose and he did so with such a sweet compliment! Isnât that sweet?â
Your husband was not phased by your sudden burst and continued to work, just nodding at everything every few seconds.
âThatâs nice.â He murmured, continuing to work- seriously what the hell was he working on for so long?!
You frowned, expecting a little bit more, but at this point it was stupid to expect something from him that now you were a little angry but mostly sad.
You glanced at the rose you had put down in a vase within the room and sighed. âDo you really not care? Are you seriously not jealous?â
His movements paused.
âLike, a man literally just took me out to lunch for 2 hours and practically spent the first half of the day with me, and then another man gives me a rose and tells me Iâm as beautiful as it is and you donât say anything?! I know this is just an arranged marriage but- but I wouldâve thought thatâŠmaybe you loved me as much as I love you.â
You waited for him to say something, expecting just anything, but thatâs the thing with expecting-
Youâre met with nothing.
Sighing, you bowed down to him. âMyâŠapologies for overlooking this marriageâŠmy lord. Iâll return to work.â You grimaced acknowledging him so formally, but maybe that was for the best.
You turned around, rushing out of the room before he could say anything, but mostly so he wouldnât see your tears threatening to pour out.
When the door closed behind you, you let the tears fall as you ran through the dark halls of the castle, trying to find anywhere to hide in.
You made your way to the lounge, happy it was empty as you took a seat on the comfy couch, dragging a hand down your face while also wiping your tears.
Archons, how would you even return home to him tonight? It would be absolutely awkward to have to lay in bed beside him after that outburst.
For the first time, you dreaded having to return home. You loved the warmth he brought whenever you two lay beside each other, and it was even better when he held you.
That made you cry more- how could someone as distant as him, be so soft towards you and hold you when he doesnât even love you?!
âYou know when I heard you and Capitano were getting married I was like- no way.â
You jumped at the sudden voice and somehow, you hadnât even noticed Signora was sitting beside you and you yelped as you quickly stood up, bowing down.
âM-my lady! Iâm so sorry I was just lea-â
âYouâre not going anywhere.â She shook her head, patting her hand down on the seat you were just on.
You sighed, realizing you genuinely couldnât disobey her and sat beside her. You took in her words, âyou werenât the only one; everyone else was shocked.â
âDo you ever think the Tsaritsa was wrong in her choice?â she asked.
You frowned. âIn full honesty, I trust her majesty, but maybe this was something she didnât look into with all her might. It justâŠdoesnât seem to be working out.â
Signora leaned back into the couch, deciding to get comfy and you took that as a sign to do the same. âHave I ever told you about my lover?â
You shook your head.
âGod, 500 years ago. A bit more, actually. He was handsome, amazing, annoying- he honestly reminded me a bit of Capitano. Sure he talked a bit more but I was the talker in our relationship. However, then the cataclysm happened andâŠlook at me now.â
You frowned, looking at her sadly. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay.â She smiled sadly, âNo matter how much they donât talk or how much they donât seem to focus on you or anything, take into consideration that theyâre willing to be there. Itâs difficult, to find love especially in so many circumstances, but love is everywhere. I see it with you two, and I know. I know you two can make it.â
You glanced down at her lap to find a rose.
You looked back up at her. âWhat should I do?â
âForce him to talk.â She laughed. âA man as big as him also has a big heart. Seriously, cry In front of him and heâll become puddy and do everything for you. He made a child cry once and he almost cried.â
You both broke out into fits of giggles, you trying to imagine that and her remembering it.
âThank you.â You smiled at her, âPermission to-â
âJust go,â She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. âYou donât need my permission.â
With one final smile, you quickly got up, rushing to make your way back to his office and force him to talk.
Emerging from behind a wall was the Tsaritsa, who stood behind her friend. âHow was it?â
âTheyâre so fucking.â Signora grinned.
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You opened the door to his office, but was met with him standing right in front of it, hand hovering in the air.
You practiced what you were going to say to him, but now having him standing right in front of you- literally towering over you- you had no idea what to say.
However, he out his hands up to his helmet, forcing it off and just throwing it to the side and you were met with his glossy eyes.
âIâm sorry,â He sniffed, moving his fingers up to rub at his eyes. âI love your rambles- archons I live for them. Every morning when I wake up, I canât wait to to hear you talk about what your so excited for throughout the day and at night, I canât wait to hear how your day was. I love you, my dear. I know I donâtâŠexpress it much, but I do. So much.â
Tears started to well up in your eyes once again. âCapâŠâ
âIâll prove it to you.â He breathed out, a hand making its way to cup your cheek to wipe away a falling rear before he leaned down, connecting his lips with yours so passionately, but most importantly, it was full of love.
He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in and you let out a whimper as your knees buckled, and he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you up right before he decided to just pick you up and you yelped, breaking the kiss as he carried you over to his desk, pushing everything off and ignoring the sound of the vase with the rose breaking- instead he smiled at it.
Down the hall, Pantalone, Childe, Pierro, Signora and the Tsaritsa were all grinning.
âThey are one hundred percent fucking.â Childe laughed as they all high-fived each other- expect Pierro, who just walked away with a sigh.
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Study buddy or... fuck buddy? - Yeosang
KINKTOBER DAY 8- REQ. BY anon
~"yeosang x reader; please add squirt and virgin reader?"
pairing: yeosang x fem!reader
genre: 18+, college au
summary: anatomy lessons weren't this.. practical in the past.
wc: 2.7k
warnings: college au, friends with benefits, protected sex (we cheered !), cumming, squirting, first time sex, yeosang is a lil gentle boi at first, gets a lil bit rougher throughout the moment, he's a damn tease, aftercare, unedited, completely consensual, making out, for sure forgot something.
Author's Note: Hm. I liked writing this one. Was a lil bit harder at first cause I didn't quite have ideas for the plot but.. the ironic situation was that I got this idea while actually studying anatomy... sigh, to be fucked senseless while in break from studying... slams desk. Anyways! My loves, hope you like it!! đââïžđ
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.
The soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the classroom, the buzz faintly drowned by the chatter of students packing up their bags. Another long day of classes had come to an end, and the weight of exhaustion was heavy in the air. You let out a slow sigh, stretching your arms over your head as you leaned back in the chair. Mind buzzed with information from the anatomy lectureâcomplex structures, nerves, and muscles all swirling together in a chaotic mess.
Being a medical student was no joke. Between the countless hours of lectures, labs, and the never-ending stream of exams, it felt like there was hardly time to breathe, let alone focus on anything outside of school. Relationships? That was out of the question. Who had time for the emotional rollercoaster of commitment when you could barely keep up with the textbooks?
"Hey," came a familiar voice from beside you.
You turned your head to see Yeosang slipping into the seat next to you, his expression as calm and composed as ever. His light blonde hair fell just slightly into his eyes, and he pushed it back with an absent-minded flick of his hand. Even after hours of classes, he still looked effortlessly put together, which was more than you could say for yourself.
"You surviving?" he asked, his lips quirking into a small smile as he dropped his bag onto the floor.
"Barely," you chuckled, rubbing your temples. "Today was brutal."
Yeosang nodded in agreement, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me about it. Anatomyâs kicking my ass. I donât know how youâre managing to keep up with all of this."
You shrugged, trying to play it off even though you knew the material was just as hard for you. "You just do what you can, I guess. Itâs not like we have a choice. Weâre all drowning in the same boat."
He smirked, his eyes drifting toward me. "Lucky I have you to help me stay afloat."
It was a lighthearted comment, but it carried the familiar tone of your casual dynamic. Yeosang and you had developed this strange, unspoken arrangement over the past few months. Friends with benefits, no strings attached, no drama. You both agreed early on that neither of you wanted anything serious. Medical school was already overwhelming; the idea of adding the complications of a relationship into the mix felt like an unnecessary distraction. And honestly, it worked. You kept things simple, funâjust two people who got along well, enjoyed each other's company, and let off steam when the stress of school became too much. You never had sex with him tho. With no one. You thought it would interfere with the feelings between two people, hence you and Yeosang only had make out sessions for now. And he was okay with it. Tho, it was about to tkae a 180 degree turn..
"Yeah, I guess youâre lucky," you teased, nudging him with your elbow.
His grin widened, and he gave you a playful nudge back. "Speaking of which, I was wondering if you were free tonight. You need help with some of this anatomy stuff. Weâve got that exam coming up, and Iâm seriously struggling."
"Anatomy?" you raised an eyebrow. "Thatâs not exactly light studying."
"I know, I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But if I donât get this stuff down, Iâm screwed. Youâre better at this than I am, and I could use the help."
You hesitated for a moment, considering your options. It had been a long day, and you were tempted to just go home and crash, but the thought of studying alone didnât sound appealing either. Plus, you knew Yeosang needed the help. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you didnât mind spending time with himâespecially in a more relaxed setting.
"Fine," you finally agreed, gathering your things and standing up. "But you owe me coffee or something for this."
"Deal," he said, standing up as well, his smile genuine. "Iâll make sure to have some at my place. Youâll need it."
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Yeosangâs apartment wasnât far from campus, and the walk there was peaceful, the evening air cool and crisp as you made your way through the quiet streets. When you arrived, he unlocked the door and ushered you inside, the familiar scent of his place hitting you immediately. It was clean, minimalist, the kind of space that felt uncluttered and calmâperfect for someone like him, who always managed to maintain that same composed demeanor no matter how stressful school became.
"Make yourself at home," he said, tossing his bag onto the couch as he headed toward the kitchen. "Iâll grab us some coffee."
You dropped your things on the dining table, already pulling out the anatomy textbook and notes. It was a massive textbook, the kind that seemed to weigh as much as all your collective stress, but you flipped it open, scanning through the sections you knew you'd be covering.
Yeosang returned a few moments later, setting two mugs of coffee on the table before sliding into the seat besides you. He leaned back casually, watching as you flipped through the pages, his eyes following the movement of your hands.
"So, where do we start?" he asked.
You took a sip of the coffee, the warmth of it soothing after a long day. "Letâs go over the musculoskeletal system first. I know thatâs usually where people get tripped up."
For the next hour or so, you worked through the material, explaining the finer points while Yeosang asked questions here and there. Despite the subject matter being dense, the atmosphere between you was relaxed, easy. It was always like this with Yeosangâno pressure, no tension. Just a comfortable rhythm.
But as you moved through the material, you couldnât help but notice the way his gaze lingered on you a little longer than usual, the way his hand would brush against yours when he reached for his pen or the way his knee pressed lightly against yours beneath the table. It was subtle, but it was there. Familiar.
Eventually, you leaned back, stretching your arms above your head and letting out a long sigh. "Okay, I think weâve covered enough for now. You should be good for the exam."
Yeosang didnât respond right away. Instead, he shifted in his seat, his eyes watching you with that same quiet intensity you'd seen beforeâwhen the interactions had veered into something less academic, something more physical.
"Youâre a lifesaver," he finally said, his voice lower, softer than before. He leaned in just a little, his arm brushing against yours as his eyes locked onto you. "I really donât know how Iâd get through this without you."
There it wasâthat shift, that unspoken tension that had always existed between the two of you, just beneath the surface. You felt it too, the pull between, the way your casual arrangement had always felt so effortless, so natural. No strings, no complications. Just the two of you, in moments like this, where the lines blurred between study partners and something more.
You met his gaze, heart rate picking up slightly as you saw the way his expression had changed. His hand, warm and sure, moved to rest on your thigh, fingers gently tracing small, lazy circles there. It wasnât aggressive, just a quiet, deliberate touch that sent a shiver through your body.
"Yeosang," you began, voice trailing off as his hand moved a little higher, his touch firm but not demanding.
"Weâve been studying for a while," he murmured, his voice low and smooth as his thumb grazed the inside of your thigh. "Maybe we should take a break."
"I-" you stuttered, not knowing what to do. You wanted to.. have sex with him, that's for sure. He was a good guy, whom could be even better in bed, you thought. But was it ethical? to fuck your.. best friend? Without being in a serious relationship? Well, in reality, friends with benefits is known for exactly that thing but at first you omitted that detail.. You loved how good you get along with him, all the intimate moments you had, without the proper sexual part. You were a virgin after all..
and you always thought that you'd never fuck him. But was it the same today...?
You never told him this, yes.. You remembered. You never told him you never had sex, either. The reason you were still "friends with benefits" if you could even call making out that, was that he was damn patient with you. You loved that about him.
"W-what do you wanna do?" you asked, seemingly confused but you knew where this was going.
"I mean.. just the usual, if you don't want something more" he said.
There it was. His patience running thin but never actually doing something about it. He was patient. Now, it was up to you. He was contently looking into your eyes, waiting for any sign from you.
Your hand went for his biceps, looking in his eyes. Then, he slowly went in for a kiss, not wanting to startle you. The kiss was needy, lustful, like it has always been. Tongues interlocking and touching, his hands were all over you.
He'd always get turned on from kissing and touching you. It was partly sexual, after all. And he always also got slightly hard, but he'd take care of it by himself later that day. It was.. sketchy, how patient he was. Seconds later you acted on instinct and impulse, but where did the action come from? Your right hand went from his biceps to his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.
Yeosang stopped for a moment and looked at you, surprised. "Hm? Tell me sweetie, what do you wanna do?" he said, cupping your face. "Tell me" he murmured in a soft tone.
"I-uh" you stuttered.
"Hm?"
You didn't continue your words but you still answered his question. Your hand rode up his thigh, even closer to his crotch. Then, almost acting on instinct, your hand unbuckled his pants. He smirked at your action and leaned in for a slower, sloppier kiss. He smiled against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. He took you in his embrace and placed you in his lap, still kissing you. His hands went traveling, slowly making their way up to your breasts, to which you flinched for a short second.
He stopped.
"Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable with it. We can do the usual" he said in a reassuring tone.
"N-no" you said. "I wanna do this."
"Then.. may I?" he asked.
"Yes " you firmly said, kinda excited for what was gonna happen next.
You went in for a kiss again, your hands carresing his back softly. As you embraced him you started taking off his shirt, his muscles leaving you speechless. He saw your expression and giggled, finding you cute. He also took off your shirt, then he nodded, asking you if he can also take your bra off. You nodded affirmative and he left your chest bare in front of him.
Yeosang embraced you and put you on the desk, pushing away all the anatomy books you were supposed to have started studying by now. He took off your scrubs slowly. Yes, you had a practical that day and you were too damn lazy to go home and change yoursekf befoee going over at Yeosang and you also went right after classes. On the other note, he was wearing jeans cause he had only anatomy classes today. As soon as he took care of your clothes he also took care of his, both of you being left in only your underwear. His cock was already straining against the briefs, where your eyes spent a little too much time to stare at. He didn't say anything, even tho he probably saw you.
He took of your panties and threw them on the floor and looked contently at you. His rifht hand rode up your thigh and went for your folds, being really patient wirh you. He was looking you in your eyes to see any discomfort or sometning. But as soon as he saw that you were okay with it, he used two of his fingers to thrust them in. You moaned softly at the sensation, arching your back in response.
After he prepped you for a couple of minutes, basically already making your legs slightly tremble, he took you in his embrace and took you to his room where he put you on the bed. He softly pushed you back as he kneeled halfway on the edge of the bed. He took his briefs off and his cock sprung out, leaving you agape. He climbed on tbe bed right between you, feeling his length right against your folds.
"WAIT, wait." you suddenly shouted.
"Hm? what happened?" he said confused.
"I have to tell you something-"
What? Tell me" he sounded a bit worried avout what you'd say.
"It's just that, uh- Ah fuck it. I haven't had sex... never." you finally told him. "So please.. be gentle with me...?" you whispered.
Yeosang giggled. "Seriously? This is what you've been stressed about? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, silly." he giggled and continued.. "May I? I want to make sure you're comfortable and all.." he whispered.
"Y-yes." you shyly said.
He looked at you and observed your expression. He knew you were turned the fuck on. Your folds literally dripping on the mattress, legs slightly shaking from only his fingers and eyes wide to see what he eas about to do.
"You don't know just how much I've wated this... but I care too damn much about you to have pushed the note or make you do something. Thanks.. for trusting me" he smiled against your thigh.
Yeosang stroked his length for a couple of times, then opened the drawer besides the bed. He took a condom out and put it on, making you feel even safer with him. He looked you in the eyes and nodded, to which you nodded back and he slowly pushed himself in. Your back slightly arched under his action, eyes teary and your hands holding onto his hands. He started slowly thrusting, watching you contently.
"Does it feel good to you?" he asked, hands holding your waist thightly.
"Y-yes!" you soflty shouted.
"Then.. mind if I go a little.. rough?" he bottomed down. "You gotta get a taste of how you'll be fucked in the future, sweetie"
You smiled. The little.. joke? you thought of it as a joke, yes, made you smile. He took that as a yes and as soon as he started thrusting a little bit faster, your chest rose up, soft muffled moans could be heard. You started to feel your core getting thighter and thigtber, you kinda new what that feeling was. To be true to yourself.. you haven't had sex with anyone but.. you fingered yourself at least twice since the semester started.
"Yeosang I-" you stuttered.
"Hm?" he was out of it.
"I'm.. c-close" you finally said.
"Me too" and as soon as he finished his words he raised your back up and took you in his embrace. You were now on your fours, back arching against his chest with every thrust. Kisses started trailing along your spine and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. Within a couple more thrusts you finished, clenching onto him harshly. Surprised, he stopped for a short moment then started fucking you again, even more forcefully. It hurt but oh god... you were right when you told yourself he might be goon in bed. All sort of thoughts were running through your head, your chest slowly falling on the mattress.
He lifted you up.
"I'm not done... yet" his thrusts became sloppier and heavier, panting softly in thr nape of your neck, leaving kisses all over. As soon as his hands found their way to your breasts and pinched your nipples, you moaned loudly and.... squirted all over the place. Yeosang found that damn hot and came as soon as your moan revebrated through his body. He softly fucked you through his high, then came to a stop.
He slowly put you down and pulled out, throwing the condom away. He covered you with the weighted blanket he'd always had in his bed and hugged you thightly.
"...hey. How was.... it?" he spoke first in a soft tone.
"..A-amazing" you said, head still dizzy. "Though.." you continued.
"Hm?"
"I didn't quite expect to.. you know. Squirt..?" you giggled. "You're really something, Yeosang"
A smile rose on his face, "and this is not even everything that I can do" he laughed, teasingly.
"I bet"
"Hah, come on now. Let's get you washed up." he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.
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How They Would React to Seeing Your Abusive Parent
Another drabble about everyoneâs favorite BG3 ladies: Shadowheart, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheira. (Sorry Laeâzel simps, I really couldnât think of her reaction here. If anyone has one please feel free to repost with your own headcannon!)
CW: Past abuse
If anyone has any ideas for more of these, PLEASE comment or send in a request. Iâm running out of ideas so fast.
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Shadowheart
Shadowheart was just a kid when she was abducted by the Sharrans. So she understands what itâs like to have such hatred and fear for someone who you canât help but care about.
She lets you take the lead entirely. If you want to leave, sheâll make an exit. If you want to stay, sheâs right beside you. Hells, if you want to see their head roll, her weapon is at the ready.
She doesnât usually allow for public displays of affection, but sheâd wrap you in her arms and carry you if it was what you needed right now. Youâll settle for squeezing her hand when youâre feeling particularly nervous.
She only steps in when your parent moves to approach you. You are trembling, and you squeeze her hand frantically. This is her cue.
Before they can get within 10 feet of you, Shadowheart is in front of you. Four spirits dance around the two of you, guarding you from anyone who dares inch closer.
It is not a threat but a warning. Your parent throws up their hands in understanding. They will not try anything else.
Karlach
It takes everything in her to not just fly into a rage on the spot, but when she looks at you and she sees only fear, she stays calm. You need her under control, so that is what she will be.
When you first told her about everything your parent had done she had asked if you wanted them dead. She was honestly a little disappointed when you said no, but she understood. She would respect your wishes. Your parent could stay alive, for now.
âBut I swear on all seven hells if they ever touch you againâŠâ
Karlach stands between you and your parent, not even let them so much as look at you. She pulls the most intimidating stance she can muster. Demonsbane. She could send hellsâ mightiest soldiers away with that look.
She keeps a hand on her weapon. Her tail wrapped protectively around you. No one is to so much as lay a hand on you, or they will truly understand what the fury of Avernus means.
Minthara
When you told Minthara about your parent, she asked if you wanted her to kill them. You said if they were to die, then you needed to be the one to kill them. They were your responsibility. It felt cowardly to send in someone in your place.
Still you didnât want to kill them. The thought made you sick. Parenticide. A burden you would have to carry forever.
Minthara tells you that in drow culture it is considered an honor for a parent to be killed by their child. âThey deserve to die with no such honor,â she bites.
âVengeance can be a bitter pill for such a kind soul,â she told you. âWhatever you cannot bear, I will take from you.â
So itâs not particularly surprising to anyone when you find out your parent is dead under mysterious circumstances.
You do not ask if it was her. She does not tell you. This will not be your burden.
Jaheira
You instinctively gasp and grab at Jaheiraâs wrist when you see them. âStand tall, cub,â she whispers into your ear. âI am with you.â
She rest a hand on your shoulder. She stands right behind you. She is with you. She will not let anything happen to you, but she will not interfere until necessary. She trusts you. Youâve got this.
Youâve always seen her calling you cub as a simple pet name, not so dissimilar to how the elderly innkeep calls everyone honey. Now the name takes on a new meaning. You may be vulnerable, seem like an easy target, but youâve got a mama bear behind you. And she will fuck up anyone who threatens you.
You find power in her words. No one will hurt you. You feel strong.
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â¶The Bet - Part 2 | Kate BishopâŽ
Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader
Warnings: angst
Summary: Being known as the quiet and reserved student, you mind your own business and stay out of peopleâs way.
Kate Bishop is the exact opposite. Outgoing, bubbly, and loud, sheâs the definition of a popular girl, so it comes as a surprise when she asks you out on a random Thursday afternoon.
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After taking my headphones out, I unlock the front door of my apartment and step inside.
âHey, are you making dinner?â I call out, taking off my running shoes. âIt smells greâEY!â I pull the damp dish towel that was just chucked at me off my face and glare at my roommate Riley. âWhat the hell?â
Sheâs standing in the hallway with her arms crossed. âYouâve been avoiding me for two days now, so, spill! Whatâs going on with you?â
I sigh and peel off my sweaty shirt, tossing it into the laundry room close by. âI havenât been avoiding you. Iâve just been busy studying.â
Riley raises an eyebrow and uncrosses her arms. âWeâre both majoring in Chemistry, Y/N, and there arenât any exams coming up, so talk.â
I chuckle softly and brush past her to see what sheâs been up to in the kitchen. âI hate how well you know me.â
Simmering in a pot on the stove is a delicious smelling chili and I canât help but grab a spoon to try some. Before I can lower the spoon into the pot though, Riley snatches it out of my hand.
âNope. You donât get to eat until you tell me what youâre trying to hide,â she scolds and I bite the inside of my cheek, thinking about how Iâm going to handle this.
The reason I havenât told her about Kate yet is because sheâll lecture me about why I shouldnât have agreed to go out with her in the first place.
Riley knows me better than anyone and sheâll point out all the reasons why Kate and I wonât work, and I just donât want to deal with all that when Iâm only starting to get to know Kate.
Weâve gotten coffee every day since our first date two days ago and we have a dinner scheduled at her place tomorrow night.
We havenât held hands, or kissed yet, but I can see us heading in that direction and I donât want anyone to interfere. Especially not Riley even though sheâs only trying to look out for me.
âWell. . .â I place my hand on the counter and trace the pattern of the marble with my finger. âIâve been kind of going out with Kate Bishop and I didnât tell you because I was scared you were going to judge me for it.â
Riley doesnât say anything, so when I look up Iâm surprised to find her looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. âWhy would you think Iâd judge you for that? Iâve been telling you to get yourself out there for a while now.â
She sounds genuinely hurt that I didnât tell her which makes me feel somewhat guilty. âNo, I know you would never judge me for dating, but Iâm not just seeing anyone. This is Kate Bishop weâre talking about andââ
âOkay, yes, it is a little unusual that youâre going out with her of all people,â she admits, handing back my spoon so I can finally taste the chili, âbut who am I to tell you what to do? Does she make you happy?â
I smile instinctively, thinking about the time Iâve spent with Kate so far. âShe does.â I blush a little and smile softly. âSheâs funny and kind, and I honestly donât mind how bubbly she is. Itâs actually quite endearing.â
Iâm usually not a fan of loud and energetic people, but I donât mind it when it comes to her.
âOh my God.â Riley laughs and slaps me with another dish towel. âLook at you, youâre absolutely smitten with her!â
My blush intensifies and I take the towel away from her. âI am not!â
âSure, youâre not.â She cackles and I just roll my eyes, turning away to finally try the chili.
âThis is great.â I nod in approval and turn back around to find Riley still grinning like a kid in a candy store. âOh, shut up!â
âWhat?!â She shrugs. âI didnât even say anything.â
I narrow my eyes. âMhmm. But you wanted to, you little shit. . . Iâm going to take a shower now.â
She laughs, but doesnât say anything else, so I turn around and leave with a small smile on my face.
Even though she can be super annoying, sheâs like a sister to me and I wouldnât change her for the world.
I fidget with the tulips in my left hand and the bottle of wine in my right, waiting anxiously for Kate to open the door.
Itâs five minutes to seven and I know Iâm early because we agreed Iâd be here at seven, but itâs better to be a little early than a little too late.
Riley told me to get Kate some real flowers this time rather than just a paper flower after I told her about our coffee date which is why I swung by a florist on the way here.
I didnât want to get her roses because thatâs just a little too on the nose for me, so the choice was between carnations and tulips. In the end, I went with the pink and purple tulips because I noticed purple is her favorite color.
âY/N, hey!â
My head snaps up at the sound of Kateâs breathless voice and when my eyes land on her I canât help but smile. Sheâs dressed casually, wearing jeans and a purple sweater and even though sheâs trying to seem calm I can tell sheâs a little breathless, probably because she had to rush to the door.
âHi, you look nice.â I compliment after clearing my throat. Then I raise the bouquet of tulips and the bottle of wine, adding, âI come bearing gifts.â
That makes her laugh as she steps aside to let me into the apartment. âI told you not to bring anything.â
I smile at her and feel butterflies in my stomach when I notice her ears turning red. âI know, but itâs not polite to show up somewhere empty handed, so. . . These are for you.â I hold out the flowers once sheâs closed the door behind us.
Kateâs eyes dart back and forth between me and the flowers before hesitantly reaching for them. âYou got me flowers?â she whispers and Iâm not sure why, but her voice is laced with disbelief and sorrow.
I frown and let her take them from me, trying to momentarily ignore how my hand tingles when her fingers brush against it. âIâ Yeah, I thought you might like them, but if you donât I can justââ
âNo, no, no.â She shakes her head and looks at me with a pained smile. âI like them. Theyâre beautiful, itâs just. . . â
âItâs just. . .?â I raise an eyebrow and wait for her to go on, but she just studies me with a strange look in her eyes.
Itâs almost as if sheâs sad about something, but then she exhales shakily and puts on a smile. âForget about it. They are beautiful. Thank you.â
What was that?! Did I do something wrong? I knew I shouldnât have listened to Riley! She hates the flowers! Shit.
âUhâ Okay. . . Youâre welcome, I guess,â I stammer, wishing the ground would just open up beneath me and swallow me whole.
Seemingly unaware of the sudden tension, Kate puts the flowers down on the dresser next to us before taking the wine out of my hands as well so itâs easier for me to take off my jacket.
âSo, tell me whatâs new. What have you been up to today?â she asks casually while I take off my jacket.
Okay, I guess weâre moving on from whatever the hell that just was. . .
âNothing much,â I say honestly. âI went for a run and helped my roommate Riley install some new bookshelves. What about you?â
Kate takes my jacket and puts it in the closet while I toe off my wet boots. It rained earlier today and even though it stopped a while ago, the streets are still wet and I donât want to ruin her floors by keeping my shoes on.
âI had fencing practice this morning and then I hung out with Greer and Franny,â she says, picking up the tulips and handing me the bottle of wine. âThey told me to say hi by the way.â
I smile at that and try not to combust when Kate takes a hold of my hand and pulls me into the living room.
Iâve never actually spoken to Greer and Franny, but I know theyâre Kateâs friends and ever since she asked me out they greet me in the hallways with knowing smiles.
âAlright.â Kate stops in the kitchen and drops my hand to put the flowers into a vase. âIâm a horrible cook, so I thought we could order some dinner and then maybe watch a movie?â
âSounds like a plan.â I smile and watch her grab a bottle opener from a drawer, âbut I thought you invited me over so we could cook something together?â
That is exactly what she said when we made tonightâs plans and even though Iâm fine with just ordering in, I want to know whatâs changed, or why she asked to cook together in the first place.
Kate hands me the bottle opener and smiles sheepishly. âI know. I thought cooking together would be kind of cute and you agreed, but then I remembered I canât cook after youâd already left and I didnât want to change our plans again andââ
âKate,â I say, my voice laced with amusement. âItâs okay. I donât mind. I just wanted to know.â
Worried blue eyes meet my own and when I smile again, she relaxes and pushes two empty wine glasses toward me. âRight. Sorry.â
âItâs fine.â I reassure her and open the wine before filling each of our glasses. âSo, what did you have in mind? Pizza?â
She nods and grabs a takeout menu off the fridge. âYeah, thereâs this great place around the corner that makes the best pizzaâs in the city. I know the owner and every time I order something he makes sure to put an extra helping of cheese on the pizza.â
I smile at how excited she looks and tell her to just order whatever she wants.
âAre you sure? I usually just get a cheese pizza. If thatâs too boring though we canââ
Here she goes again, rambling like thereâs no tomorrow.
I put my hand over her fidgeting one on the counter which makes her shut up immediately. Iâve never initiated a touch before and as soon as our eyes connect I canât remember why.
âI told you, Iâm fine with whatever, so if you want cheese pizza, order cheese pizza,â I say quietly without breaking eye contact.
It makes Kate gulp before she nods slowly. âOkay.â Her blue eyes dart between my own and for a split second they even drop to my lips.
Knowing itâs too early in the night for a kiss though, I take my hand back and lift my glass of wine. âCheers?â
It takes a moment for Kate to recover, but once sheâs snapped out of her trance she grabs her own wine and we clink glasses. âCheers.â
We both take a sip and I watch how Kateâs eyes widen slightly at the taste of the wine as soon as it hits her tongue. She glances at the bottle before looking back at me with raised eyebrows. âHow much did you pay for that bottle?â she asks.
I just shrug and take another sip before answering. âNothing. It was a gift from my dad. Itâs been collecting dust on my shelf ever since he died because there was never an occasion to open it until now.â
Kate chokes slightly and sets the glass down. Her eyes fill with the same strange emotion as before when I gave her the flowers and I donât like it, not one bit.
Nevertheless, I ask her if sheâs okay, but she just waves me off.
âIâm fine. Iâm okay.â She doesnât look at me though and picks up her phone and the takeout menu. âWhy donât you pick out a movie while I order dinner? Iâm fine with whatever as long as itâs not a horror movie.â
I frown and watch her, but she refuses to meet my eyes, so I agree. âO-Okay.â
âMy laptop is on the bed upstairs. The password is 1234,â she says, dialing the number of the restaurant.
Trying to lighten the mood again I joke and say, âThatâs not a very secure password for someone whose family owns a security company,â but Kate doesnât react the way she normally would.
She barely even smiles and I take that as my cue to just leave her alone for the time being.
What is going on? It seems like I keep saying the wrong thing. . .
I brush it off as best as I can and just climb the stairs up to the loft where I find Kateâs laptop on her bed. Not sure where she wants to watch the movie, I take a seat on the edge of the unmade bed and open her laptop.
I put in the password and open Netflix, scrolling through some movies while she orders the pizza downstairs.
âPizzaâs gonna be here in twenty minutes,â she says, coming up the stairs after hanging up. Sheâs acting like nothing happened again which is a little irritating, but I donât want it to spoil our time together, so I let it slide. Again. âHave you picked a movie yet?â
I turn the computer and show her what I chose. âIs this okay?â
Kate beams and jumps on the bed. âYes! I love Grown Ups! Câmere.â She pats the space beside her and I join her on the bed properly, leaning back against the headboard.
Iâm about to start the movie, when Kate jumps to her feet again with an apologetic smile. âHold on.â
She darts down the stairs and comes back up a couple of seconds later with our wine glasses and the bottle of wine in hand. She puts everything on the nightstand before climbing over me to her side of the bed.
It makes me hold my breath until sheâs settled in next to me. âReady?â I ask, my voice a little gruff.
Kate doesnât notice the effect she has on me and nods before resting her head on my shoulder. âYup.â
I press play and try to focus on the opening credits of the movie, but her head on my shoulder is making me nervous.
Itâs a good kind of nervous, one I havenât felt in a long time, but Iâm nervous nonetheless and it doesnât help when Kate, after ten minuets, brushes her fingers over the inside of my wrist.
I glance at her and see sheâs focused on the movie, so I try to do the same, but then her touch drifts lower, across the palm of my hand until she slips her fingers between my own.
It makes my breath hitch, and Kate goes to pull her hand back, but I hold onto it and run my thumb over the back of her own.
Satisfied, she sighs quietly and leans against me and continues watching the movie.
I try to focus on the movie as well but all I can concentrate on is her hand in my own, her head on my shoulder, and the sound of her soft laugh every time something funny happens on screen.
I take note of how she smells, an intoxicating mix of expensive perfume and vanilla body wash, and admire the way some strands of her black hair have escaped her ponytail and are now framing her face.
Sheâs absolutely breathtaking and even though Iâve known sheâs beautiful ever since I met her, Iâve never actually looked at her, like, really looked at her like this.
Itâs only when Kate squeezes my hand that I realize Iâve been caught staring and I quickly look away, pretending to focus on the movie.
Seemingly not wanting to let it go though, Kate moves even closer and whispers, âAre you okay?â
âMhmm.â I donât dare to speak because Iâm sure my voice would fail me right now if I tried. I can feel my neck heating up and force myself to keep staring at the laptop screen.
âYou sure?â she whispers again and when I only nod in reply, she shifts closer and turns her head so Iâm forced to look at her.
The intensity of her blue eyes in the low light makes my mouth go dry and I swallow harshly to get rid of the nervousness bubbling up in my throat.
âIâm sure,â I croak, but Iâm anything but okay when her gaze, for the second time tonight, drops to my lips.
This is it. . .
I swallow again and let my own eyes dart down to her lips. âCan Iââ kiss you?
I donât get to finish my question because the sound of the doorbell ringing cuts me off.
Kate and I jump apart and I blink rapidly to gather my thoughts while Kate scrambles over me to go downstairs and open the door.
Holy shit, we almost kissed! Kate Bishop almost kissed me?!
I run my fingers through my hair and close my eyes for a moment before grabbing my phone to distract myself.
Rye (7:17 PM)
Howâs it going? Did she like the flowers?
Rye (7:23 PM)
Are you like making out? Is that why you havenât answered me yet?
Rye (7:25 PM)
You guys are totally making out right now. Iâm so jealous. I should ask Chad to come over. . .
I roll my eyes and smile at her messages before typing a quick response.
You (7:27 PM)
Youâre such an idiot.
No, weâre not making out, weâre just watching a movie. Get your mind out of the gutter, pervert.
DONâT text Chad, Riley! That guy is a fuckboy who left you in tears the last time you saw him.
Riley reads my messages and immediately starts typing a response and because Kateâs still talking to the delivery guy downstairs, I donât put my phone down just yet.
Rye (7:27 PM)
Youâre so lame but I know youâre right. Iâm not going to text him
Not because I donât want to but because I donât want you to hit him again
I roll my eyes, remembering how she couldnât stop me from punching Chad in the face when he showed up at our apartment to get Riley back after cheating on her.
Iâm usually not the confrontational type, I mean, I barely even speak to anyone except Riley, but after they broke up, Riley was devastated and I just had to do something when he showed up drunk and tried to push past me to get to her.
Rye (7:28 PM)
As for you and Kate though. . . Just kiss already!
I know you want to I can see it in your eyes when you talk about her ;)
You (7:28 PM)
Oookay, thatâs enough. Iâm putting my phone down now.
Iâll be home around ten.
DONâT TEXT CHAD!
I see Riley typing something else, but I turn off my phone before she hits send because I hear Kate making her way back up the stairs.
The tension from before is gone, but she still smiles shyly when our eyes connect.
âHow much do I owe you?â I ask when she gets back on the bed with the pizza box in hand.
I guess weâre eating in bed. . .
I couldnât deal with any crumbs in my own bed, but if Kate doesnât mind, I wonât object.
âOh, donât worry about it. Itâs on me,â she says, opening the box and offering me a slice.
I raise an eyebrow and take it, making sure to eat over the box as much as possible to prevent too many crumbs from landing on the bed. âKateââ
She shakes her head and takes a big bite of her own slice. âNope, you brought flowers and expensive wine and you payed for all my coffees so far. The least I can do is pay for a pizza.â I go to object again, but she just shakes her head again and presses a finger to my lips. âHush now. Letâs continue watching the movie.â
I nod dumbly, and absentmindedly touch my tingling lips when she takes her finger away to start the movie again.
We eat in silence, actually watching the movie until the pizza is gone and weâre both full. I take the box off her lap and put it on the ground next to the bed before grabbing my glass of wine and taking a sip.
âYou want some, too?â I ask and when she nods I hand her her own glass after topping it off.
She smiles in thanks and takes a big sip, her eyes lingering on me a moment longer than necessary before she goes back to watching the movie.
All of a sudden, the tension is back and I once again struggle to focus on the movie. She is just too damn distracting and when her hand brushes against mine I jump slightly and down the rest of my wine.
Kate chuckles softly at my reaction and empties her own glass before placing it on the nightstand on her side of the bed.
Then, she does something that almost makes my heart flatline. She takes the laptop off my thighs and sets it on the bed next to her before throwing her leg over my hips and straddling my lap.
My eyes widen and I stare at her slack-jawed. The movie is now completely forgotten and all I can focus on is the weight of her on me and the way she sets her hands on my shoulders.
âKate. . .â I say, my voice low and scratchy.
âYes?â she smirks, obviously knowing exactly what kind of effect she has on me as she moves her hands to touch the side of my neck and the underside of my jaw.
Just kiss already!
Rileyâs text flashes through my mind and I hesitantly place my hands on Kateâs thighs.
My breath is coming out in uneven bursts and it takes everything in me not to just lean up and brush my lips against hers.
âCan Iââ I clear my throat, transfixed by the blue eyes darting all over my face. âCan I kiss you?â
No turning back now.
Kateâs smirk turns into a shy smile and she nods, cupping my cheeks. âI thought youâd never ask,â she mumbles and I lean up, brushing my lips against hers.
For a second neither of us moves, but then Kate tentatively moves her lips against mine and my stomach fills with butterflies. I close my eyes and kiss her back, tasting the wine she had just a moment ago on her lips.
Itâs thrilling and intoxicating and I canât help but groan when she shifts on my lap and deepens the kiss by running her tongue over my bottom lip.
My grip on her thighs tightens and when she allows me to slip my tongue into her mouth, I wrap my arms around her lower back and pull her closer.
âFuck, youâre good,â Kate pants against my mouth and moves one of her hands to the back of my neck to pull me even closer.
I just continue kissing her, not knowing what to respond to that, and delight in the way her breath hits my lips every now and then.
Kissing her is even better than I imagined and I feel a shiver run up my spine when she moans softly against my lips when my fingers dig into her lower back.
âShit.â She curses softly when I trail my lips down her neck, biting softly every now and then before running my tongue over the affected skin.
Iâm not planning on going any further than this because Iâm not ready to take that step yet, but Kate seems to think otherwise because when I move up to kiss her lips again, her hands slide down my chest and she grabs a hold of the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up.
I break the kiss with furrowed eyebrows and grab her hands. âWait, I-I canât do this.â
Realizing her mistake, Kate pulls her hands back with a guilty look on her face. âRight. Iâm sorry. I donât know what I was thinking. I-I got caught up in the moment. Iâm sorry.â
I sigh and grab her hands again, lacing our fingers together. Iâm not mad at her, not at all. Itâs actually quite flattering that she wants to do more, but Iâm just not ready yet. âHey, itâs okay. You donât have to apologize, but. . . Letâs just take it slow, okay?â
She nods, embarrassed, and looks away, so I let go of one of her hands and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
âKate, look at me.â I dip my head to catch her eye and smile when she finally looks at me. âItâs okay. Weâre okay. Iâm not mad, I swear. I like you, a lotââ her lips twitch shyly and I donât miss the way her ears turn redââ and I want to go there with you eventually just. . . not now, okay?â
I squeeze her hand reassuringly and run my thumb over her cheek until she nods.
âGood, now. . . Where were we?â I smile cheekily and tilt my head up until I feel her breath on my lips, giving her the chance to initiate another kiss if she wants to.
Letting go of my hand so she can wrap her arms around my neck, Kate pecks my lips before resting her forehead against mine. âI like you too and. . . I know you told me not to apologize, but I am sorry. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable and I donât mind waiting for you.â
I swallow thickly and press a kiss to the corner of her lips before hiding my face in the crook of her neck. My ex always used sex against me, guilting me into it to make herself feel better, so this kind of understanding makes me emotional. âThank you.â
Kate holds me closer for a couple of minutes until her phone rings.
She pulls it put of her back pocket and glances at the screen. âThatâs my mom,â she says with a sheepish smile. âIâm sorry, but I should answer. I told her not to call unless it was important.â
I nod and let her get off my lap, watching her go downstairs to answer the call after giving me another quick kiss.
Once sheâs gone, I chuckle in disbelief and close my eyes.
She likes me. She kissed me. . .
I feel myself smiling at the memory of her lips on mine and open my eyes again to grab the laptop and pause the movie we completely forgot about.
As I go to pause it though, a message pops up in the upper right corner of the screen and I canât help but read it.
Greer @FKG (8:01 PM)
So?! Whatâs happening, Kate? Howâs the date going?
I blush at the message, realizing her phone is connected to her computer. Itâs a little embarrassing that Kateâs friends know about us spending the evening together, but itâs not like weâre a secret, so I should have expected sheâd tell them.
Franny @FKG (8:01 PM)
I bet itâs going well. Have you guys kissed yet?
My cheeks heat up even more, but then another message pops up and it makes my heart sink.
Greer @FKG (8:02 PM)
I sure hope so! I have a lot of money riding on this. Remember @Kate, if you hook up Franny owes both of us fifty bucks ;)
Franny @FKG (8:02 PM)
Fifty?! I thought we said twenty!
Greer @FKG (8:02 PM)
Nu-uh! We said twenty if they kiss on the first date and fifty if they hook up within a week.
I slam the laptop shut, not wanting to read any more and try to blink back the tears pricking my eyes.
Of course all of this was too good to be true. . . I mean, what could Kate Bishop possibly want from someone like me? I should have seen this coming when she asked me out.
I feel like a fool for not realizing that all of this was just a game to her and get off the bed just as she comes back up the stairs.
My hands are shaking and I feel sick, realizing that I have to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Maybe Riley should have judged me and told me it was a bad idea because I would have listened to her, but no, she just had to be supportive. . .
I donât blame Riley, not really, because she thought I finally found someone who actually makes me happy. Hell, I thought I found someone who makes me happy, but as it turns out we both thought wrong.
âCan you believe it? My mom called because she wanted to ask me to join her for lunch tomorrow. I swear, I told her not to call unless. . .â Kate trails off when she notices the tears in my eyes. âHey, whatâs wrong? Are you okay?â
She lifts a hand to touch my cheek but I step back, wiping at a tear that managed to escape my eye.âDonât touch me.â I hiss through gritted teeth, grabbing my phone off the nightstand.
Her eyes widen in surprise and she drops her hand again, her eyebrows furrowing. âOkay. . . Uhâ What happened?â
I scoff and clench my jaw.
Iâm not even going to dignify that with a response.
Sniffling slightly, I go to brush past her and leave, but she grabs my wrist even though I explicitly told her not to touch me.
âHey, whatâs going on? Where are you going?â she asks, her blue eyes full of worry.
âLet go.â My voice is dangerously low and when I couple it with a glare, Kate immediately lets go.
I watch as her worry gets replaced by confusion before finally stepping past her.
âWait, where are you going?â she asks, daring to follow me down the stairs.
I make my way to the front door without answering and bend down to slip my shoes on.
Iâm never going on a date again. Iâll just lock myself in my room for the rest of my life and die alone.
I get back up and open the closet to grab my jacket, only to freeze mid reach when Kate snaps at me.
âHey!â
I turn around slowly and ball my hands into fists, seeing the immediate regret on Kateâs face when our eyes meet.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to snap itâs justâ One moment we were fine, kissing and cuddling and drinking wine, and the next youâre storming out without even telling me why. . .â She sounds and looks desperate, her voice low and pleading.
I blink away a new wave of tears and stop glaring at her to show her how I actually feel, how hurt I am by what she did. âWhy? Because you and your friends made a fucking bet, thatâs why!â I shout, my voice breaking. âTwenty dollars for kissing me on the first date and fifty for fucking me within the span of a week, right?â
Kate eyes widen and she steps back as though I just slapped her. âH-Howâ?â
Hot tears stream down my cheeks and I donât even bother to wipe them away anymore.
Sheâs not even trying to deny it.
âIt doesnât matter how I know,â I cry, interrupting her. âYou used me, Kate! Do you know how that makes me feel?! I thought you were sweet and that you genuinely liked me, so I stepped out of my comfort zone and said yes when you asked me out, but it turns out youâre just like everyone else. Youâre selfish and cruel, and I regret not walking out on you when you approached me in the library four days ago.â
I take a shaky breath and force myself not to feel guilty when I see the regret and devastation on her face. Sheâs crying as well now, but even though I hate seeing her like this, I donât apologize and I donât move to comfort her.
She should be the one apologizing!
âY/N. . .â Shee steps closer and lifts her hands as if to touch me, but I take a step back and shake my head.
âNo, just. . .donât.â I take my jacket out of the closet and put it on. âI donât ever want to speak to you again, Kate. Good night.â
I open the front door with shaking hands and step outside, ignoring the sobs that echo down the hall as I make my way to the elevator.
So much for getting myself out there again. . .
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Phew, that was a long one. Hope you guys enjoyed it! It was definitely fun to write.
I still donât know how Iâm going to end this little fic, but the third and last part will hopefully be out this same time next week.
Iâm super busy studying at the moment, so itâs difficult to find the time and energy to write, but Iâm trying my best.
Love,
Soph <3
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DEATH CHERISHES YOU | nuada silverlance x fem!reader;
the bloodstains on the stairs that had brought him here could be compared to breadcrumbs. step by step he was moving away from the original destination, consciously choosing to approach a new one. this one may not have been such an urgent matter for the prince, but another opportunity might not present itself for a long time to come.
farther on, the traces went away from the stairs and into the depths of the hall, from where a familiar dripping sound reached his ears. even at a distance it was effortless for nuada to hear all the breaths in and out of the person in there, so anyway, by the time his presence was noticed and all sounds suddenly stopped, it was definitely too late.
âyou are easy to find, even when you're hiding.â he spoke first and purposely omitted the greeting, âshouldn't someone be watching you?â
âdo they have to?â the voice from the darkness answered him with a question, âall my caretakers are busy at the moment. why don't you come visit me later?â
he stepped unobstructed around one of the columns on his right side and could now see the one talking to him from the back. it would be a pretty vulnerable position for another even without a bleeding wound on her arm. but he had more than once been able to see that she was not much bothered by this dangerous proximity. y/n was judged to be reckless and at times just a less skilled member of the team, which, nuada could tell, was hardly the truth.
âwith seven nannies the child still loses an eye. are you familiar with that saying?â
âi am.â
it was very polite of her to answer him first, and only then to immediately clamp the end of the cloth with her teeth to tear it in two. the injury was deep enough that blood trickled from her hand to the floor, but y/n handled it with a dexterity that a less skilled member of the team could only envy.
âit's all a total waste of your blood.â he remarked, watching the small puddle below where she was sitting. there was all sorts of junk scattered everywhere. and the smell⊠it alone could suffocate a human victim.
âthat troll has eaten over a dozen teenagers, in case you're wondering.â she forced herself to turn around and look at the expression on his face only to see nothing but a slightly raised eyebrow.
âone more ogre, one less.â he also gave her a nonchalant shrug, âthere's not enough of you to catch them all anyway.â
âiâm not surprised you're more than okay with that information.â she said to his face before turning away again, continued to bandaging her arm and willfully badly playing the part where she wasn't dying to know what he was up to, âit just proves that an ogre as the only reason would hardly have caught your attention. so in that case, what brought the prince here?â
âthe same as you.â it didn't cost him anything to tell her the truth, knowing there was probably nothing she could do about it, âit took me a lot of time and resources to find anything about this place myself.â except that what she wanted to get from him was different from what he'd come to share, âyou did a great job, honestly. but it's for sure not the one that impresses me the most.â
it lasted less than a couple seconds, the way she stopped moving altogether, as if one single hint from him had paralyzed her to the bone. it was clear that the slightest interest shown in her ability would be met with the utmost wariness, which proved she was many things, but certainly not reckless.
âdo me a favour, given my situation, and instead tell me if i should start worrying or not? it'll take me a while to remember where i left the gun.â
âoh, a gun, how uncivilised,â he said in a bored tone, âyou have more delicate weapons with you. but i doubt you'll resort to any of them.â
âand why is that?â she asked, trying to stay focused, âi kept you from dying once because it was fair to your people. but for the second time, i hope your sister will forgive me for my non-interference.â her last words came out floating in a trembling voice. she was for now done with the bandage and turned to his side, with her hand clasped to her chest.
she seemed kind of particularly susceptible right now, and his years of being a corruptor suggested this might be a good moment to get close to her. but nuada's choice was to stay where he stood. from the beginning he was carrying this belief that y/n would want to know more without him seducing her into it. that's why he came. so he could see it for himself.
âby letting me live, you risked the fate of mankind by putting the interests of our race first. it's only fair for me not to fight you.â
âwhat a noble act. i know a few people for whom to take that chance would be enough to keep them happy for the rest of their lives.â
it might have seemed like an unnecessarily rude response, but it was clear to both of them that she was simply using the language of facts.
âand i will put my sister's name on that list with my own hand.â he confirmed it, âbut as we've seen, that's not an acceptable outcome for you.â he paused to allow her to dispute it, but y/n only raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, willing to hear his explanation, âi'm going to guess that you've thought about the possible consequences of this decision of yours so often that you're now equally afraid of it and eager to discover it. you,â he pointed at her with an open palm, âalready have so much of me in your thoughts that it's easier to let me go just to finally see.â
for a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, almost like examining that gaze for recognition.
âif so,â then, as nuada assumed she would, y/n found an answer way too quick for someone for whom what she'd heard would be new, âi think it won't sound too presumptuous that to come to those conclusions you must have thought a lot of me yourself.â
the next thing the prince heard was his own laughter. how she succeeded in making a fool of him so easily by saying it caused him to laugh about it absolutely sincerely. it was so human, he couldn't even be prepared for it.
âthat was a dirty trick.â she admitted before he could, âin my defense, it's getting hard to keep my attention, so..â she reached for the walkie-talkie fixed to her belt, but before she pressed it, she looked at the prince once more, âif you'll excuse me.â
âplease.â nuada only said.
âdeath jr. to red.â y/n switched, bringing the radio to her lips, âdeath jr. to red. we have a royal guest in the neighborhood. over.â
he smirked and nodded in understanding, âas a good team member should.â
y/n said nothing more and just watched him escaping casually into the darkness again. from there he added, âi hope by the next time when we get a chance to finish our conversation, you don't have so much blood on you, my dear. although i must say that red suits you well.â
âgif: @amatesura đż also, english not my first language. so, i beg you pardon.
#nuada silverlance#nuada silverlance x reader#nuada silverlance imagine#prince nuada#prince nuada x reader#prince nuada imagine#hellboy the golden army#hellboy imagine
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Reader going from being Gojo's lover to being his worst enemy part l
Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Geto x fem!reder (18+)
Word Count: 2,6k
Synopsis: You were always the perfect girlfriend for Satoru Gojo: innocent, quiet and weak. Until something inside you snapped. Until you decided you don't want to be weak anymore. Until you realized that Satoru Gojo isn't your lover, but your enemy...
Warnings: big ass tw for anyone who isn't into dark reader, smut in Geto's part (you will be warned in the fic), reader going absolutely crazy, cheating, language, violence, Gojo is a bit of a jerk in this, couldn't bring myself to proofread so excuse spelling mistakes
Notes: I know you guys wanted this in one part but honestly, I've been so depressed these last weeks that I simply wasn't able to write that much. I thought one part is better than nothing though and I hope I'll be able to post part ll within the next days đ€ If you don't mind, let me know what you think, your support means so much!
â(y/n), are you alright?â
âThereâs absolutely no reason to go this hard on her, jerk.â
You stare into the blue sky above, hating yourself for the way your eyes start to sting in tears, for how weak you are. No, not again. Donât cry in front of all of them because of something so minor. But no, this isnât something minor.
He beat you again.
âIf you want to get better than rank 4, you have to try harder, babeâ, your boyfriend jeers at you.
How many times did he say that already? You lost count a long time ago. Itâs a miracle that youâre still alive, given the fact that Gojo Satoru seems to lose his patience with you more and more.
No wonder. After all, you are his girlfriend. How is it even possible for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of this time to have a girl of rank 4? Youâve been stuck with your poor abilities since joining jujutsu high, only able to sneak into training because your parents are friends of the Gojo clan.
It shouldnât surprise you. Your life has always been like this: useless and puny. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you train, youâll never be as good as Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. You are nothing more than their shadow, doomed to watch them from the side-lines.
âHey, are you alright, (y/n)? That looked pretty roughâ, Suguru interferes gently while helping you to get up on your wobbly legs.
âYou can at least say sorry, yâknow? There was absolutely no reason to beat her this hard when sheâs already downâ, Shoko barks towards your boyfriend.
âOh donât worry babe, there isnât enough space for two legends in this relationship anywayâ, Satoru jokes while wrapping his arm around your clearly bruised shoulder tightly.
Even though all you want to do is cry and hide, you force a smile onto your lips. Yes, this is what you always do. Staying by his side, looking pretty and innocent while smiling kindly. Maybe this is your purpose in life, maybe this is everything you could ask for. Many girls are getting blue over the fact that Satoru is your boyfriend. You arenât in the position to ask for more power, for the strength to stand up for yourself. So many people would kill for a life like yours.
You should be thankful.
Right?
âŠRight?
-the mission-
âIâm here to save you again, (y/n)! Hey, are you cryinâ?â
You hate the way hot tears stream down your face, body too weak to fight against the debris that buried you.
âIf I was crying, would you console me? Iâd definitely like thatâ, you hear Mei Mei purr from the other side
âOh you wouldnât cry Mei. Youâre strong.â
âHey, how dare you to talk about (y/n) like that!?â, Utahime cries out.
Your mind goes blank, body sinking into the dirt.
âOh, you wouldnât cry Mei. Youâre strong.â
Those words. Those oh so cruel words repeat themselves over and over in your mind. He surely didnât mean it like that, didnât wanted to hurt you. After all, Satoru just wants to look out for you, heâs always there to help you out. His words shouldnât hit you with full force, you shouldnât feel this burning inside your chest, your hands shouldnât start trembling.
You let out the shaky breath you didnât know you were holding, eyes staring into distance. But they do and force a stinging feeling up from deep within along with one single thought.
You have enough.
Enough of smiling kindly all the time. Enough of letting others push you around and pick on you. Enough of even Satoru making fun of you. Enough of being nothing but his innocent girlfriend to the world. Enough of all the fighting, all the hiding.
For the first time in forever, you donât force a smile onto your lips but furrow your eyebrows instead. You areâŠmore than that.
âDonât listen to that guyâŠâ, you hear Utahime mumble next to you while she frees your body.
As if in trance, you follow her back up, the new feeling you just discovered tickling underneath your skin.
âShe knows I didnât mean it like that. Right baby?â
But instead of hearing the usual low âyesâ coming from your lips immediately, you just stand there and stare at him before turning on your heels and leaving.
Satoruâs eyes widen. You. Leaving him standing in the rain?
âDid you hear me say something to you, babe?â, he shouts after you.
You donât even hear him anymore, blood rushing through your ears. No more excuses, no more playing the victim, the lover. Your hands are still clenched into tight fist while you leave without turning your head.
Thatâs enough.
âIâmâŠmore than thatâ, you mumble to yourself while staring at your naked reflection in the bathroom mirror.
You just need to work even harder, train yourself even better, change your mindset. No, you arenât only Satoru Gojoâs girlfriend. You are powerful as well, you can feel it tickling in your fingertips.
So you worked your ass off in silence. Trained when nobody was watching, read countless books, started to introduce you to yourself.
âBeat you again!â, Satoru announces proudly while you let him throw your body into the air.
But something inside you stops you from letting all that progress show on the surface. You force the usual small smile onto your lips, let your boyfriend treat you like the dirt underneath his shoes. Over and over, without anybody noticing that something has changed.
No, you arenât the little (y/n) they all know anymore. You are so much better than that, so much stronger than what they see in you.
Your fingers dig into the sides of the sink until it bursts under your lilac touch. Fuck this whole jujutsu high, fuck the way they all smile down at you. Fuck the way Satoru sees you as nothing but his personal toy. A maniac grin creeps up your face, violent laughter shaking your body in the middle of the night while you stare into your own stone-cold eyes.
This ends right here and now. And you will show them when the time is right.
-next week-
Will surprise Suguru this evening for his birthday. Try not to get killed while Iâm gone. Love ya <3
You huff to yourself, the arrogance dripping from your boyfriendâs text message almost unleash your powers in the middle of your dorm.
No, you need to get a hold of yourself at least a little longer. After all, a few more hours wonât hurt over the fact that you went through this for over 4 years by now.
But today, you will make Satoru Gojo pay for the countless times he made fun of you. Today, you will wipe that cheeky grin off his face. Oh, how much you long for the moment when reality hits him with full force, when he finds out what your capable of.
How will he react when he finds out that you, a grade 4 sorcerer, are able to use hollow purple before he does? How will he react when he finds out his girlfriend fucked his best friend before disappearing into thin air and becoming his worst enemy? You worked on this plan for so long, replayed it over and over in your head. But now itâs time. Today, you will make the whole jujutsu world pay for all the things they did to you.
With a satisfied grin, you pull the exquisite pair of stockings you just bought for this exact moment up your legs, looking at yourself in the mirror. Oh, those black dessous definitely suit you well. Perfect for seducing the best friend of your boyfriend.
You put a simple dress on and get going. Well, is it necessary to fuck with Suguru? Absolutely not. You could just disappear right here and now and continue your plan. But where would be the fun of it? Just the thought of seeing that look of horror on Satoruâs eyes when he realizes you arenât the girl he knows anymore, him not only losing his girlfriend, but his best friend as well. He deserves a little pain for all the things he said to you, for the countless times he made you feel worthless.
Exactly 30 minutes left until Satoru will arrive at Suguruâs doorstep as well. 30 minutes to seduce your boyfriendâs best friend, 30 minutes that will change your life forever. Are you ready to let go of the sweet and innocent girl you were, the easy life you had in the eyes of others as Satoruâs girlfriend without any power?
âHell yesâ, you mumble to yourself, heart almost beating out of your chest while you knock against his door.
Geto was always a true sweetheart, the one who always stood up for you even against Satoru. His oh so charming smile, his inviting hands, his character made of pure gold. He really doesnât deserve what comes next.
But power demands sacrifice and pain. Maybe heâll understand.
As soon as he opens the door, you crumble in front of him and cry. Crocodile tears stream down your face in rivers, shaky hands covering your face.
â(y/n), whatâs wrong? Did someone hurt you? Come on, get in!â
His hand is placed on your back and pushes you softy into the middle of the room. Instead of saying another word, he simply wraps his inviting arms around you.
âSatoruâŠâ, you mumble.
You can clearly see the way his jaw tenses. Itâs nothing new to Suguru to see you cry because of his best friend. Geto told him over and over to treat you better, to not be so rough, to look after you in a caring way. And even though he always admired how well you kept your composure, moments like this one happened once in a while.
Nothing noticeable, right?
You burry your head against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck. Oh, you never noticed how tight his muscles are, how trained he is underneath that wide uniform.
Time to take it off.
âI canât take it anymore, Suguruâ, you cry it.
Well, at least this isnât a lie. Before heâs able to stop you, you press your lips against his. Suguru feels so different, tastes sweeter than Satoru with a hint of mint. Your hands cramp around his neck, force him to stay in place while he looks at you with his eyes widen.
â(y/n)âŠPlease stopâ, he breathes out.
Stopping? Why does he press his body against yours, then? Why do his lips start to move against yours in sync, his eyes slowly but surely fluttering shut? Suguru always held a special place for you in his heart.
And youâll use this spark of weakness against him.
âI canâtâ, you mutter against his lips while pushing him towards his bed.
He grabs your hips when you force him to sit down on his bed, dark eyes gazing up at you like in trance.
âWe canâtâŠ(y/n), this is wrong in so many ways, Satoru is my best friend-â
âI am your friend tooâ, you interrupt him, hand gliding up and down his chest.
âI heard it when you said that Satoru doesnât deserve me.â
He lets out his breath, whole body tensed up like stone underneath your merciless touch. You let yourself glide onto his lap, let yourself fall onto his already rock-hard erection. No, thereâs absolutely no doubt in the fact that Suguru wants you.
And that your plan will work.
âI always wanted you more. You were always so good to me, Suguru. Now let me be good to youâ, you hush oh so innocent.
His eyes roll into his skull, a pained expression painted on his face while he fights for what seems like dear life underneath your merciless touch. Your words do things to him heâd never dare to speak out. Damn, Satoru is his best friend, youâve been his girlfriend for over 4 years and right now, youâre sitting on his lap. Right now, he canât help but imagine you underneath him while groaning his name into his ear with your sweet voice.
âFuckâ, he hisses through gritted teeth, arms pushing you harder against his pants.
Your hips start to move on their own, sensitive spot rubbing over and over against him until your wetness covers his clothes delicately, a low groan escaping his lips before he can stop himself.
Enough of that. Without thinking twice, you unzip his pants and push them down his muscular legs, heat radiating through your whole body. This is absolutely hot, so exciting that you almost come from the sheer thought of fucking Suguru. But what excites you even more is that Satoru might walk through this door every given minute in order to surprise his best friendâŠ
âSuguruâ, you moan into the thick air as soon as his fingertips brush over your clit.
â(y/n)â, he growls against your ear, head hidden against your neck.
â(y/n)âŠâ
Your heart skips a beat, fingers digging deeper into Suguruâs skin. Yes, this is it. The moment youâve been waiting for, the moment youâve begged for. As if in slow motion, you turn your head around.
There he stands, bright blue orbs widen in horror while he stares at you and Suguru.
âDidnât expect you hereâ, you lie, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.
Elegantly, you get up from Suguruâs lap and put your panties up.
â(y/n)âŠyouâŠ.you fucked my best friendâ, the white-haired boy breathes out.
âI need to make an announcement.â
His numb eyes dart towards you. You, the girl he loved for over four years. You, the cute and innocent (y/n) he was always proud of, the girlfriend literally any guy could ask for. YouâŠyou arenât capable of something like that. You canât even stand up for yourself and nowâŠNow youâre fucking his best friend?
âSee this as my first act of revenge for all those years you pushed me around like the dirt underneath your shoes, Gojo.â
The way you spit his last name at him almost sweeps him off his feet.
âWhat the hell are you talking about? I was always good to you and youâŠyou just fucked my best friendâ, he shouts, the numb undertone in his eyes changing into pure rage.
âGood to me? You treated me like a hamster, like your weak little pet. But let me tell you, Iâm not that weak girl you taught me to be anymore.â
Roughly, you grab his wrist, light the whole room purple.
â(y/n)âŠâ, you hear Suguru breathe out behind you.
âThis canât be true.â
Satoruâs free hand yanks towards your body, aims for control all over again. It has always been like this. Gojo, who thinks the world belongs exclusively to him. Gojo, who thinks he can treat you like a price. Gojo, who thinks you canât live without him.
âDonât you dare to touch me ever againâ, you purr at him, escaping his grasp with ease while pushing him so hard that he stumbles backwards.
âYou arenât my boyfriend anymore. From now on, you are my enemy. And Iâll never let you forget about that, Gojo Satoru.â
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Kinktober 2024 Day 13: Sethos x Reader
Rating: R-18+
Word Count: 6283
Warnings: Afab!reader, misogynistic practices/beliefs, sexual slavery, free use, forced betrothal, chastity device (female), public sex, sex outdoors, anal fingering, anal sex, anal creampie, exhibitionism, mentioned death of parents, noncon to dubcon
A/N: Sethos is honestly one of the most gorgeous characters I've ever seen tbh, his color palette is just stunning imo. Love this guy. đ€ Just make sure to pay attention to the tags everyone!
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If one were to ask the tribesmen of the desert what they liked about the inhospitable environment so much that theyâd choose to stay, even when there was a perfectly comfortable rainforest just over the horizon, one was likely to receive a variety of different answers. Some might say that it was the only home theyâd ever known and they were used to living there. Although true, it wasnât an entirely honest response.Â
Others might nudge their toe at the real reason by saying they liked the freedom that was allotted to them by living outside of the Dendro Archonâs dominion and the stuffy Akademiyaâs reach. That was closer but still not entirely accurate.Â
Yet other denizens of Sumeruâs expansive desert may even get down to the nitty gritty of it and proudly admit they thrived in the bloodthirsty conditions perpetuated by the lawless land. It was a dog eat dog world out there, and some people were simply far too unlikable to thrive in a polite society where their fists didnât solve every problem they encountered. You liked this kind of person the least.Â
In truth, you strongly suspected the real answer lied in the simplicity of the largely nomadic existence of the warrior peoples and not only when it came to problem solving matters. It was easy to understand that in order to eat you needed to work. Not so much when schooling suddenly came into question and you had to try to explain that investing in education now would result in an excess of mora to feed yourself with later. The same also applied to relationships. Why go to the trouble of courting a potential lover over time when you could simply take them by force and have them immediately?Â
Thatâs what it boiled down to, you think. A natural aversion to rule following and a hard coded need for the freedom to live life at your own discretion. It wasnât really any wonder then that the Eremiteâs had managed to survive these past long decades with neither help or interference from the nationâs Archon. They were a stubborn lot.Â
But that only applied to the people who were strong enough to back up their big talk, not someone like you. Taken in by the Temple of Silence as little more than an orphan turned slave and then promised to be their next leader's wife, you had neither freedom nor strength, and you certainly didnât have the luxury of returning to the city in the rainforest where you were originally from. After your scholar parents died on a joint expedition out into the rolling sand dunes in an accident that left you wandering all alone in the barren wasteland, you had nothing to go back to anyway. Sometimes it felt like your fate had already been signed, sealed and dotted long before you were ever actually born and this lackluster existence was a foregone conclusion.Â
Oh, how you wished you had a cock between your legs so you wouldnât have to endure such unfair treatment just because you were a woman.Â
Sethos was incredibly lucky in that regard. As your betrothed and future husband, you and him spent a lot of time together and you were always surprised at how much freedom he was actually given to do whatever he pleased. Of course not all of it had to do with his gender. As the next leader of the Temple and the adopted grandson of Bamoun, he was granted many allowances that even the other men simply didnât have.Â
But you still canât help the pang of jealousy you feel while you watch him happily gallivant around with nary a care in the world beyond the simple matter of daily survival. His future was already laid out before him and he didnât need to worry about securing his position since it had already been decided for him by the current leader. It was only a matter of time until Sethos took over for him, and then the two of you would be wed.Â
The worst part was that he was exceptionally smart and had a quick wit that would put even some Akademiya alumni to shame despite his lack of formal education. You didnât doubt for one second that he could have easily landed himself a spot in the prestigious school if heâd wanted to, if heâd just try, but that was not the fate the stars had laid out for him.Â
Sighing under your breath, you drop your chin into the waiting palm of your hand as you watch the boys recklessly fool around with their hunting knives. Someone was going to get themselves hurt at this rate but you knew better than to nag at them by now. They never listened anyway, and your status as a slave meant they often took offense to being told anything they didnât want to hear when it was coming from you.Â
As usual you would just quietly observe their play sparring until one of them inevitably failed to move quick enough to avoid the swing of a blade and end up with a new scar to show for it. There was no reasoning with someone who didnât want to be reasoned with.Â
Sethos, at least, tended to be a little more agreeable in this regard. He wasnât outright opposed to hearing you out even if he didnât always like what you had to say, and he glances over at where youâre sitting at the sound of your quiet exhale. An easy going grin slides across his face and he turns to walk towards you, plopping down on the ground next to the little blanket youâve got laid out in the sand.Â
âGetting bored?âÂ
âIâve been bored since we got here.â You tell him truthfully, but rather than taking it as disrespect like some others might have he just throws his head back to laugh.Â
âYeah, I guess girls donât usually get much out of watching a couple of guys mess around with knives. Would you have liked to stay back at the temple instead?âÂ
âWhy, so I could knit yet another shirt for you?â Internally cursing the vague sting of tears that comes into your eyes, you turn your head so you wonât have to look at him any longer. Picking up a small rock covered in sand grit from the ground, you focus all of your attention on it instead. âI know this is just how life is out here, but thereâs not much to do. Your grandfather doesnât even let me have any books to read. He says I need to focus on learning how to be a good wife for you, not filling my head with ideas.âÂ
And you hated it. You hated it so much you felt like you could just scream and throw a fit sometimes. Both of your parents had been accomplished graduates of the Akademiya and theyâd instilled a love for learning in you from a very young age. You were supposed to be studying for tests and working on a thesis, setting up internships in your chosen field, not this.Â
That was the only reason youâd even been out here with them when the accident happened. To learn and pick up on skills that would help you once you were admitted to Teyvatâs most acclaimed and celebrated academy. Who could have ever guessed you'd never again step foot outside of the dry, arid desert at the onset of that trip?Â
And you donât make any qualms about your feelings on the matter, nor do you try to hide the fact youâre unhappy. Youâve had this conversation with Sethos many times over the last handful of years since you found yourself in the care of the Temple of Silence but it never seemed to do you any good talking to him about it.Â
Just as every other time, he falls silent for a brief moment as if he were thinking it over before at last drawing a carefully measured breath to speak.Â
âIâm sorry things turned out this way for you. Iâd change it if I could. But Iâll find you some books when we get back later, how does that sound?âÂ
âAnd Bamoun will just take them away again.âÂ
âThen Iâll find some more books for you. And when I take over from grandfather I can call the shots. Youâll have as many books as you want, habibti.âÂ
âDonât call me that.â You hiss, shooting him a quick but not less viscous look of warning.Â
Sethos just smiles right back at you though, completely unperturbed by your aversion to his favored pet name for you. The bright green of his eyes dances before you even in the shade of the rocky outcrop your small group had stopped at, as if the irises were lit from within with some unnamed mischief he was concocting.Â
Itâs a little cooler here than out in the glaring sunlight but not cold enough to warrant the icy chill that snakes down your spine. That particular look from him rarely meant anything good.Â
âBut you are my habibti. It only makes sense for me to call you that, doesnât it?âÂ
âI donât want - -âÂ
He cuts off your rattling protest when he reaches over to take your hand in his, snagging your fingers before you can think to pull them away. You startle slightly at the sudden contact even as you stamp down the urge to wrench free of his hold, knowing it wouldnât do you any good to try. Sethos could at times be the most stubborn person youâd ever known and his tenacity was limitless. If he decided he wanted to hold your hand then that was what he was going to do.Â
âI know, I know.â He croons at you, keeping his voice soft and hushed as if he were coaxing a skittish animal to warm up to him. âThis isnât the life you would have chosen for yourself if youâd had the chance, and thatâs okay. But whatâs done is already done. Weâll be husband and wife someday soon so that makes you my habibti. Getting upset about it wonât change that, will it?âÂ
You draw a sharp breath, instinctively readying to fight him on that, but the words catch in your throat. Not only because you already knew it would be useless and no amount of talking on your part ever seemed to convince Sethos that this wasnât right, but also because of the steady way he just keeps smiling at you. Like his confidence on the matter was so resolute and unfaltering that even if you did try to plead your case it wouldnât have any affect on his belief in these simple facts. And thatâs exactly what it was. Simple fact.Â
It really was a lost cause. Heâd already made up his mind long ago that this was just the way things were and you were going to be his wife. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
The fight promptly drains from you at that realization, leaving you feeling hollow and decidedly bereft of even enough energy to keep drawing air into your lungs. There was no point in fighting it.Â
âNo, it wonât.â You murmur at last, earning a brief squeeze to your fingers.Â
âSee? Then thereâs nothing to be mad about. I donât blame you for not liking all the trouble the elders put you through. I wouldnât enjoy their knitting or cooking lessons either. Thatâs why I wanted to bring you out here today so you could get a break from them.âÂ
Feeling a little guilty for your behavior now, you drop your attention to look down at your lap. âIâm sorry. I know I shouldnât take it out on you.âÂ
âThatâs alright,â He tells you softly. âBut I have noticed youâve been getting more and more irritable lately. You know I donât like to see you like this, habibti. Do you need me to tend to you like last time?âÂ
Your stomach wrenches so suddenly and so aggressively you almost feel nauseous with the abrupt rush of dread that settles over you. Itâs a violent subconscious reaction that is at complete and total odds with how casually unassuming the question had been.Â
Stiffening up to sit ramrod straight, you tersely give your captured hand a yank but he holds fast. Youâd known better, of course, but âÂ
âNo. Not here, Sethos! Donât - -âÂ
Softly shushing you again, he scoots closer to join you on the edge of the blanket as his opposite hand comes up to reach for your face. You quickly snap your head away from him but this does you no good either. He just curls his strong, roughly calloused fingers over your cheek so he can force your attention back around to look at him. Although gentle about it, heâs so demanding in the way he nudges you that you have no choice but to comply.
And the tears youâd worked so hard to force back immediately spring up full force to make your vision swim. Sucking in a wet, faltering breath, you pleadingly peer over at your future husband, begging him to spare you the embarrassment of what he was suggesting. The other men were still only a few yards away playing their silly game, theyâd see everything!Â
âPlease. I donât want to do it. I - I donât like it, I really donât.âÂ
âIâm not sure I believe that, beautiful. You were so good for me the last time and well behaved too. Even grandfather remarked on how obedient you were.â Tenderly stroking his thumb across your skin, Sethos peers into your face with that confident, knowing little grin. âItâs okay, donât fret now. I understand that you can be irrational at times but we know just how to fix that, donât we?âÂ
Your lower lip sadly warbles as he guides you into a nodding motion, encouraging compliance even when youâd rather do anything else than agree to this. But there wasnât much you could do to actually fight it. Between being a prisoner of the Temple of Silence, functionally nothing more than a slave, and as his promised future bride, you simply didnât have the privilege of choice. No matter how much you wanted to tell him ânoâ and kick, and spit until he finally gave up on the idea, you just couldnât do that.Â
So you merely sit there when he leans into you, letting him slot his mouth over yours with only a tiny little whimper to show for it. The way he kisses you is just as sure and confident as everything else he does, leaving you with no choice but to reluctantly give in to the demanding push and pull of his lips. He wanted you to reciprocate and so you do.Â
And when he slides his hand down off your cheek to deliberately push at your shoulder, indicating he wanted you to lie back, you do that too. Stiff and halting, you gingerly ease yourself down to the ground while Sethos follows after you so he can keep claiming your mouth for himself.Â
Once heâs got you laid out next to him, he lets his topmost hand wander to firmly grope over your chest and give the tits underneath your clothes a savory squeeze. You canât help squirming against him at the immediate rush of sensation you feel while his surprisingly big hands knead over the fleshy swells until you canât quite stop yourself from bringing your thighs together in a listless press. He did indeed make you feel good when he touched like this and if heâd just leave it at that you probably wouldnât have been so opposed to it.Â
But he eventually grabs hold of your hip to direct you to roll half of the way over, which you shudderingly do to leave your ass pressed into his hip. Still hungrily kissing you, Sethos rather unceremoniously starts to gather your long skirt so he can hike it up around your waist and expose your lower body to the air. Itâs not overly comfortable lying like that, with your hips twisted around to grant him the access he sought and your neck craned back to give him your mouth, but you have no choice in this either.Â
All you can do is helplessly lie there while he hooks a hand under the bend of your topmost knee so he can pull it wide to hook over his leg. That leaves the spot between your thighs completely exposed and vulnerable, and you shudder fiercely when he reaches down to smooth his fingers over your cunt.Â
Except it is not flesh and blood he touches but rather the cool metal of the gilded chastity device you were forced to wear. It was lightweight and flexible enough to move with your body, yet also sturdy enough to discourage any attempt at removing the barrier by force. Not even Sethos had the key to the little lock keeping it snugly in place where it fed down from the band that was tightly secured around your middle. Only Bamoun had the power to free you from the physical manifestation of your servitude, and he would give that same power over to your betrothed on the night of your wedding. But until then you were made to wear it day in and day out, permitted only to take it off to bathe once in the morning and once at night.Â
Your one and only consolation in this matter was that at least Bamoun didnât personally handle the tediously dehumanizing routine himself and instead handed off the key to one of the other female hand servants to take care of. It wasnât much of a compromise when you really thought about it but at least that saved you the humiliation of having the old manâs hands all over you, touching you where you really did not want to be touched.
But in the here and now when Sethos is lightly brushing his fingers over the strip of gold plated metal, you find yourself sensitively trembling for him all the same. You couldnât feel anything at all through the chastity belt but the visual alone is enough to make your pussy flood with overly eager, long neglected slick. Even if you werenât particularly happy about it, you were still keen to be touched there and you did like Sethos enough not to curse him for it.Â
Groaning a breathy, threadbare sound, you fist your nearest hand in the front of his shirt and jut your pelvis up towards his fingers. It didnât matter if it was an effort in futility or not when you were so desperate for any stimulation at all that you felt nearly delirious with it at just the slightest suggestion. No one had ever touched you there before, not even yourself. Not like this. Youâd only been at the very onset of puberty when you ended up here and the realization that you were a virgin was in part what had made Bamoun decide to marry you off to his grandson.Â
Heâd said he wanted to keep it like that, to make sure you stayed pure and intact until the time came for Sethos to bed you, but in taking away anyone elseâs access to your body heâd also taken away yours. There was only a small hole cut out of the otherwise perfectly smooth plate that allowed you to urinate through it but nothing else. It wasnât even adequately big for you to slip one of your fingers inside.Â
The only point of entry was further back where the plate ended and the securing metal chord started. The entire contraption was much too snug against you where it fed up between your ass cheeks to move it very much, but there was just enough give for him to shift the thin chain aside and gain entry.Â
And thatâs exactly what he does now, stretching his fingers down over your cunt to brush against the pucker of your hole when he hooks them into the chain. A low, faltering mewl tumbles out of your mouth when he nudges it as far as it will go to leave your anus completely exposed, and you jolt when you catch a masculine snicker off in the near distance.Â
You knew the other men must have been glancing over and probably elbowing each other over it but you couldnât bring yourself to look. Instead you just screw your eyes shut and suck in one ragged breath after another, jittery panic gripping you tight while Sethos lightly runs his finger back and forth over the puffy wrinkle.Â
âShh, just relax. Donât worry about them right now,â He whispers against your cheek, soft yet unrelenting at the same time. âFocus on me, habibti. There you go. Deep breaths.âÂ
Struggling just to keep your head on straight, you blearily let your head loll back against the ground and attempt to follow his instructions. The shift makes the tears in your eyes dislodge themselves from your lash line, letting them dribble wet tracks down your face to fall off into the sand.Â
There was something inherently wrong about this too, of that you were certain. Youâd never seen such flagrant public displays of human sexuality before coming here and the lack of shame so many of the men seemed to have about it had frightened you a great deal at first. It seemed any woman who was not strong enough to defend herself from their advances was free game but as Sethosâ betrothed you werenât even really permitted to fight back. His right to your body was absolute and unquestionable, regardless of the time or the place. And since you were still technically an intact virgin in their eyes, doing it this way didnât even earn the disapproval of his grandfather.Â
Sethosâ cleverness was unmatched though so it didnât really come as a great surprise that he would find a suitable workaround for this. But that doesnât make it any easier for you to accept this sort of treatment or come to terms with it when every single alarm bell was going off in the back of your mind. If it was just him you might have been more amenable â would have been when you were so easily riled up due to years of neglect, but you didnât want the others to see you like this!Â
âOh no, no, albee. Donât cry. Iâm here, donât worry. Iâll have you all sorted out in no time, I promise.âÂ
He shifts against you then, hand falling away to reach back for something tucked away in his sash. You had a few guesses what it might be, of course, and you just lie there sniffling sadly to yourself while he fumbles behind you for a moment before settling in again.Â
Cautiously lifting your head, you take care not to look too far ahead and instead focus in on Sethosâ hand and the little glass vial heâs thumbing open. Youâve been through this enough times with him to know itâs sticky olive oil thickly sloshing around inside, though heâd at times also used other kinds of impromptu lubricants when the need arose. This kind of oil was his favorite though for its effectiveness and you find that youâre a little relieved to see he had some on hand. You werenât sure you could properly relax your muscles when you were all but thrumming like an active livewire in this humiliating situation, but the oil should at least ensure you donât tear.Â
Still murmuring soft nothings to you, Sethos reaches down again and carefully upends the small bottle to allow a healthy dollop to ooze out. It lands almost smack dab in the center of your asshole and you hiss a seething sound while he sets the vial aside where it wouldnât get knocked over.Â
Then heâs bringing his hand back down to eagerly rub the pads of his fingers through the clinging oil, working it into your skin. Even just that much feels good, youâre mortified to realize, and you reluctantly start to give in to the attention grabbing ache in your gut that demands you seek pleasure in some form.Â
While you werenât exactly pleased to be doing this out in the open, right in front of his friends, there was no use denying that his logic in this was reasonable. You had been soothed to complacency the last time he did this to you, and the time before that, and the one before that as well. It was the closest thing to a stress reliever you could get out here when you were neither permitted to touch your own cunt or pick up a curved scimitar for you to swing around.Â
Even Sethos didnât trust you that much to let you get your hands on a weapon, and that was probably for the best.Â
So you just make do with softly groaning through the tears tracking down your face as he works over the puffed up rim of your entrance, encouraging you to relax into it with gentle words spoken against your cheek between the kisses he places there. Not for the first time you think that Sethos will make for a very fine lover someday and you were probably lucky in that regard, but you still wished you could have chosen to be with him instead of having it decided for you.Â
You probably would have chosen him too, in all honesty.Â
âDoes that feel good, beautiful?â He murmurs, prompting you to nudge your chin in a faltering nod.Â
âY - yes. Will you ⊠stick it in?âÂ
âIf thatâs what you want me to do.âÂ
He starts to lean further over you as if to fully cage you in underneath him but the shuffle of boots in the sand immediately brings his head back up. Squeaking a horrified sound, you shyly bring your hands up to cover your flustered face but even with an audience watching Sethos just keeps rubbing his sticky fingers across your puckered hole as if this were a totally normal, everyday occurrence.Â
âSorry to interrupt, boss. Rahid hurt himself trying to show off so weâre going to bandage him up real quick. You want us to start a fire and make a quick lunch or âŠâÂ
The âare you too busy fingering your future brideâ goes unspoken but the other man doesnât really need to say it at that point. You can hear it clearly in his voice, and you whimper a dire tinged sound when Sethos starts to press in on the center of the slackened wrinkle to tease you with the suggestion of penetration.Â
âYeah, you guys just relax for a while. Weâll be done soon.âÂ
âYou got it.âÂ
As his footsteps start to retreat, you slowly lower your fingers to peer up at Sethos with a teary eyed look. âThis is why I said not here âŠâ
âAw, come on. No harm, no foul, right? Theyâve all seen worse.â Carelessly shrugging off your concerns as usual, Sethos pins you with the sparkling green of his eyes and leans into you again. âBesides, once weâre married I can have you anywhere I want and it wonât just be your cute ass I have access to then. Might as well get used to it now, huh?âÂ
âYouâre awful.âÂ
Laughing quietly under his breath, he starts to put a bit more pressure on your entrance and you gasp when that finger starts to slip inside. One measly inch at a time, it forces your inner sleeve to expand and open up for him until he can sheathe it in you straight down to the knuckle. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a low, warbling sound of pleasure, but both of you already knew that it wasnât enough. Youâd been through this too many times for a single digit to stretch you out the way you wanted to be stretched.Â
Gradually sliding his hand back until just the tip of his finger remains wedged inside your puffy rim, Sethos slowly pushes back in with two this time. As he settles in to fuck you with them, you outright seethe at the sensation as much as at the sticky wet clicks he pulls from your asshole on each upward plunge. Your body greedily sucks at them and tries to take him in deeper but thereâs nowhere else for him to go with his knuckles already flush to your skin.Â
So he soon adds a third to really stretch your hole open and it puts so much delicious pressure on your squeezing guts that you almost manage to forget where you are.Â
Hissing a vicious sound, you blindly reach down to curl your hand over the metal plate as if to rub yourself but of course you canât. You just find your fingers impotently pawing over the spot where your cunt should have been while the sticky sensation of building slick seeps out of you to make a mess along the interior of it. Itâs so frustrating that you could almost scream, and Sethos quickly hunches close to press his mouth against your temple when you become increasingly more agitated.Â
âShhh. Just relax, habibti. Weâll have that off of you in no time and then Iâll play with your little pussy as much as you want, okay?âÂ
âPlease ⊠stick it in, Sethos, I canât take it anymore.âÂ
Rumbling a low sound of pleasure, he carefully withdraws his fingers from your ass to leave it clenching around nothing while he works to get his pants unfastened. Panting heavily and clutching the front of his shirt in a death grip, you dazedly tip your head to watch him reach for the olive oil again. Another small drop directly to your asshole is quickly followed by a generous portion to his rigid cock which he pumps a few times to smear the copious liquid over it.Â
Then heâs finally nudging himself right up against you, using his hand to guide his length to your waiting entrance. The other wedges itself under your back to come up around on the other side, clutching you so tightly against him you can scarcely breathe. Angling his narrow hips up, he presses the fleshy head into you and begins to push inside, making your mouth drop open on a silent scream.Â
It felt good. So, so much better than his fingers had, and the immediate rush of ecstasy has you weakly shaking in his arms. The vibration of his masculine groan right next to your head all but has you seeing double and your head drunkenly lolls back while he works himself deeper, basking in the gradual stretch of your hole.Â
And he doesnât wait for you to adjust, knowing you were already sufficiently loosened for him from all the other times youâd previously done this. He just starts thrusting, keeping his strokes evenly drawn out and steady to really make you feel the drag of him against your guts. Youâre hyper aware of your sphincter weakly clinging to his length on the way out only to be forced back in on the next upward push and it drives you positively wild.Â
Especially when he latches onto your softly moving breast with the hand heâd wedged under your back, playing with the stiff nipple right through your shirt. Outright squealing in pleasure now, you fitfully buck your hips to push down on him and meet his plunging cock head on, earning another faltering groan from him.Â
âGood girl. Oooughn, thatâs a good girl, beautiful. You like that? Huh? Like having my cock that deep in your ass?âÂ
âOh! God ⊠h - harder, Sethos, please!âÂ
A rattling breath puffs out of him in response but he obliges, working his flexing hips more vigorously to really drive himself into your softly squelching ass. The sharp sound of skin smacking against skin rises louder in the air as he drills into you with enough force to really make your tits bounce now. And his other hand quickly comes up to fumble with the hem of your top, shoving it out of the way to expose your chest.Â
Keening a delighted sound when he bends his head close to capture one of the bobbing nipples in his mouth, you carefully bring your head up to peer out over the sand dune. Sure enough, his friends are sitting around a small campfire some few yards away and they were definitely still within ear shot. But their attention largely remains locked ahead, focusing on whatever they were busying themselves with rather than the sordid display happening just behind them, and youâre reminded once again how different the rules of the desert actually are compared to that of the rainforest. Something like this would never fly in Sumeru City, surely.Â
But here itâs as if itâs so commonplace that even your shrill feminine cries donât draw their glances. It was just as Sethos said. Theyâd seen much worse, had heard much worse and had likely done much worse themselves. Watching you get your ass stretched out on Sethosâ cock wasnât even all that interesting to them, evidently.Â
Mewling a frazzled sound, you let your head fall back as you blindly reach down for your cunt again. Even knowing itâs an effort in futility isnât quite enough to stop you from trying to follow through on the instinctive compulsion, and a pitiful whimper escapes you when your fingers just glance over cool, unfeeling metal. You could tell you were positively soaked through though, and you would be glad to return to the Temple to bathe.Â
But luckily you still feel the internal pressure within you steadily building even without being able to play with your pussy to help it along. Sethos does an excellent job of that between his pistoning cock and the concerted efforts of his mouth and hands on your tits. Itâs almost as if in not being able to derive any pleasure from your cunt, every other erogenous zone on your body was all the more sensitive for it. Your nipples achingly throb in time with the rhythmic pulse in your ass, mirroring your wild heartbeat thrice over, and it doesnât take long for you to reach the tipping point like this.Â
What finally sends you over the edge is Sethos, in all his cunning wisdom, taking pinching hold of both stiff teats and giving them a sharp twist. You plaintively squeal, back bowing dramatically to angle your pelvis just right to have him jabbing up at the perfect spot inside your guts. You cum with a violent shudder, wailing a stricken sound as your ass sporadically squeezes around him to milk everything it could get out of the orgasm.Â
That warm flutter of your walls squeezing around him seems to all but steal the oxygen right out of Sethosâ lungs and he wheezes, lurching against you with a wounded groan. His thrusts turn sloppy and uneven while he chases that pinprick high until he cums too, giving a sudden, fitful jerk to accompany the twitch of his cock where itâs buried deep inside you.Â
You havenât even had enough time to recover from your own release yet and the sensation of him shooting off in your ass, painting your interior creamy and white, pulls an overwrought sound from your rattling chest. But then itâs over, just like that, and the two of you lay there for a long moment, panting against one another as the endorphin buzz settles over you.Â
Finally lifting his head to look you in the face again, Sethos reaches up to thoughtlessly push all that excess of thick hair back over his shoulder where it had started to slide forward. âFeeling any better now?âÂ
It takes a good deal of effort not to roll your eyes but you abstain for the simple fact that ⊠you did feel better, actually. âI hate to admit it and run the risk of further inflating your ego, but yes. I do. Are you happy?âÂ
âVery.â He grins at you, leaning close to give the end of your nose a quick, playful kiss. âYouâre always a much better listener when your body is happy.â
You canât help but frown slightly at that. âWhat do you mean? I always listen to you. Itâs not like I really have much of a choice.â
âWell, yes, but thereâs a difference between listening and listening, if you know what I mean. Come on. Youâre smart. You get what Iâm trying to say, right?âÂ
âI suppose so. What did you want to say then?âÂ
Humming a soft little sound under his breath, Sethos pushes up on his elbow so he can look down at you, smiling that deceptively unassuming smile again. âI just wanted you to know that I understand where youâre coming from. Really, I do. Iâd be pretty unhappy too if I were in your shoes, but we donât need to make this any harder than it needs to be. Once I take over for grandfather, Iâll be happy to give you all the freedom you want. I wouldnât even mind if you wanted to go back to the rainforest sometime.âÂ
Your eyes go big and round, so caught off guard by what heâs saying that for a long moment youâre not quite sure what to say. Was he serious or ⊠was this some sort of cruel trap?Â
âReally? You actually mean that?âÂ
âMhm! Youâd just have to promise to come back, thatâs all. Youâll still be my wife, you know.â
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hey, pls cant you do Mikey, Izana, hanma, kakucho and koko (manila arc) with a s/n temperamental, impulsive, umpredictable Dear who as bipolarity and 0 empathy, insensitive with mbti intj? Bean years younger than them, like a teenager. Thanks!
TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE â
àšà§ alpha! Tokyo revengers x omega! Reader (pairing: mikey, izana, hanma, kakucho, kokonoi)
â their reactions to an unstable s/o
(that's a lot! I'm not very familiar with any of these - forgive me if it's not really representative - and I'm not sure if I quite wrote the reader you had in mind. I hope you still like it!!đ«¶đŒ I just realized i forgot kokonoi, I'll probably do it later if I'mmotivated sorry)
my masterlist : â
KAKUCHO
he is very attentive of every single details about you and completely supports you no matter what.
he always has the right words when you're feeling down and respects your boundaries.
he often hesitates to leave you some alone time or to actually listen to his instincts and stay by your side.
he's aware you value moments of calm and peace and doesn't want to interfere and stress you out.
he's so delicate with you and always there during your episodes. he started to take note of your triggers and symptoms early in the relationship to make sure he could offer you the best support.
if you have to take treatments or medications, he has it all planned, he knows exactly when you need to take them and make sure you do. he doesn't want to risk your health!
he's so patient with you:( when you get irritable easily he gives you time and space and silently envelopes you with his calming pheromones. and when your thoughts are racing and you're not able to talk clearly, he's making you slow down, he doesn't mind if you repeat yourself and stutter over your words : he's actively listening and nodding along to whatever you say.
MIKEY
mikey tries his best to be understanding but honestly he sometimes crosses the line.
he knows you have a short temper and gets angry easily, especially when you're tired. most of the time, he'll try to appear calmer to make up for your restlessness, but there are times where he'll purposely get on your nerves.
angry, you end up saying something hurtful to him to make him shut up and go inside your nest to get some rest. he's kinda used to you cursing at him so he doesn't really take it to heart. it kinda amuses him if you ask, he just thinks you're really cute. his adorable omega getting all worked up everytime he messes up with her is truly a sight to see for him.
he's very careful with you though, and that's something people don't usually notice. you tend to do things out of the blue without a second thought and that scares mikey. it's most of the time harmless stuff, but he can't help but worry and think of the worst.
he tries his best to make sure you feel at home and comfortable with him. he doesn't judge you or anything. if you don't want to do anything at all and rest all day, that's fine with him, he'll even help you build your nest!
the only thing he wants from you is to stay loyal to him and never leave him or for you to hurt yourself. he values your health, probably more than you and accepts any of your mood swings with teasing remarks and comforting hugs.
IZANA
he's so whipped he absolutely doesn't care about anything you can do or say to him.
you can suck the money out of his wallet and not even thank him and he'll accept it. you often demand things from him, order him around when you need to do your nest but you're too tired to do so, make him buy you the finest jewelry and lash out at him if you don't get what you want. izana does it all and feels proud to be able to fulfill all of his precious omega's needs.
you often surprise him with your antics. it's not rare for you during one of your manic episodes to engage in risky behaviours and being overconfident. lucky for you izana is always keeping you under his watch and is quick to bring you somewhere safer and eliminate any danger.
he's always impressed at how long you're able to sleep. he'll leave for work early and come back at night and find you at the exact same place. it warms his heart to see his sweet omega looking so peaceful he wants to join you right here right now!
he does his best to keep up with your change in appetite. he constantly buys you a lot of food, the most diverse he can find and lets you do your little selection each day. he does worry when you eat very little though. that's why he tries to buy sweets and snacks he knows you love best. he's able to adapt himself very quickly, that's why he identifies which food you like to have during each episode or depending of your symptoms.
When you reject what he offers you with a scowl on your face, he takes it to heart and actually feel like he somehow failed as your alpha. he listens to any of your requests in hopes to make up for his mistakes.
HANMA
good luck with him tbh.
he met you when you were studying at the library of your university, although you surely were the prettiest omega he had ever seen, you seemed to drive people away from you. you didn't engage in social interactions and answered him with short and cold responses when he tried to make a conversation with you.
he actually is very fond of your extreme mood and snarky remarks : you never hold back your words and he loves it.
he doesn't reciprocate because deep down he cares a lot about you, but he does tease you when you don't seem really sensitive.
hanma absolutely lives for your choices and decisions in life, it doesn't matter how crazy and dangerous they are. he'll follow you and discreetly make sure you don't jeopardize yourself.
he has a lot of money and he'll happily let you spend it. he only asks for a few kisses and affection from you because he knows you hate that. push him away and he'll come back even more in love.
although he supports everything about you, there are things he doesn't tolerate. when you once felt like trying drugs and alcohol together, he took them away from you and looked the most angry he ever had. you would have shaken in fear if you were just any omega : his pheromones were filled with worry and anger, it was a new scent for him who was always so confident.
actually convinces you to quit school to live with him. your episodes make it hard for you to be around others for long periods of times, especially since you're an omega and you're drained easier of your energy. he doesn't understand why you just don't accept being with him 24/7.
you sometimes question why you actually listened to him because he seems to love provoking you. you do threaten him but he doesn't care.
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AFAB!Reader x Eustass Kid
Word Count: 3.7K
A/N: Finally the smut part back from this post. Pegging Kid, fem!dom, sub!Kid, Overstimulation, Facesitting, if you peg Kid you automatically get a higher bounty than him lol
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It was about four drinks in when Kid decided heâd had enough.Â
Here he was, sitting amongst the crew in an after-battle party at some poor tavern theyâd taken over for the night, and plenty were already deep into their cups. He was sitting next to Killer who was quick to notice Kidâs continuous staring in your direction, a faint blush on his cheeks as he downed another mug of ale. Kid wanted you. More explicitly he wanted you to fuck him the way you had a few nights ago tackling him into submission as he lost himself on your fake cock. Despite far too many people being around, Kid felt the need for it burning deep in his gut. The sound of a mug slamming onto the table caught his attention as he turned to Killer.
âYour staring is getting a bit creepy Kid,â he said.Â
Kid scowled, tearing his eyes off you and refilling his mug, âNone of your businessâŠâ
Killerâs eyes went from you, drinking merrily with another few of the crew members, to Kid, looking like a blushing wet sop of a man and Killer had to know what couldâve brought his captain to this level.Â
âWhat exactly did they do to make you so whipped all of the sudden?â
Kid took another drink, his eyes surveyed around him to make sure he and his friend wouldnât be overheard as the alcohol was making him honest. Once satisfied no one could eavesdrop he mumbled something out to Killer.
âWhat?â Killer replied.
âI said-â Kidâs hand ran through his hair, fighting to cover the red that flushed to the tips of his ears, âI let Y/N peg meâŠâ
Killer merely sat back with a sigh, âOh, is that it?â
Kid snapped up, staring incredulously at his friend trying to decipher the expression behind his mask.
âWhat do you mean âis that it?ââÂ
Killer shrugged, âHonestly, Iâm surprised it took you this long to try it,â he took a sip through his straw facing Kid, âItâs great huh?â
Kid gaped for a moment before he found his voice, â...You mean you-?â
Even through the mask Kid could see the look his friend was giving him, he knew him too well.
âOf course, I mean why not, plus it feels amazing,â he said.Â
Kid eyed him as he continued to drink through the straw before Kid took his own drink to his lips, draining the mug and setting it resolutely on the table. He rose and made his way over to you. It didnât matter that you were mid conversation, once Kid plucked you from where you were sitting and threw you over his shoulder, the others knew better than to interfere.  He stayed mute to your protestations as he carried you outside the bar, setting you back on the ground before him, hands on your shoulders.
âDo you have your stuff?â he asked.
âWhat? What stuff?â
Kid ran a hand through his hair, âYou knowâŠthe stuff that you used on me a few nights agoâŠ?â Kid hoped he could make his point without explicitly saying it. He was still too worried about some drunk crew member listening in. Fortunately, you caught on quickly.
âOh, that stuff,â the grin that stretched your lips already was sending a flush down his neck, âItâs in my room on the shipâŠwhy?â you added coyly.
Kid huffed, âDonât make me say itâŠâ
You leaned into him now, pressing lightly into his chest as a finger trailed down the solid mass of muscle, âUse your words Kid, you have to tell me what you want.â
Kid bit back the whimper that threatened to spill out, biting at his lip, eyes darting for any unknowing listeners.
âI wantâŠyou to fuck meâŠâ
âFuck you where Kid?â
His eyes closed, fighting the words but knowing exactly what you wanted to hear and that you wouldnât cave until he said it.
âFuck meâŠin my assâŠâ
He knew he had done good when he was rewarded with your lips pressing against his, a hand curled into his red locks as he moved against our mouth for a while, soft smacking sounds outside the rambunctious bar. When you broke apart Kid could already feel himself starting to harden. Your eyes caught an inn across the way and you motioned toward it.
âGo get us a room, Iâll get what we need and meet you there,â you gave him a brief peck before running back toward the ship.Â
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âFuck are you going to fuck me or what?âÂ
Kid lay on the bed, completely nude, mechanical arm slouched off to the side while you gave loving attention to his cock, taking your time licking and sucking as your fingers danced along his hard length.Â
âPatience Kid,â you nipped delicately at his shaft resulting in a hissed curse, âlet me enjoy myself for a bit here.â
Kidâs head fell back onto the mattress with a huff, âYouâre being a teaseâŠâ
You laughed, sending a long slow lick to the vein on the underside of his shaft, enjoying the way he twitched under the ministration, âso you can dish it out but you canât take it?â
This clearly struck a nerve as Kid shot you a look, âI can take it just fine! Problem is that youâre not giving it yet!â
You pulled back up to a seated position and Kidâs eyes darted down to the thick cock strapped to your body. It wasnât even fair to look this hot with a fake cock standing from you and Kid felt himself lick his lips. Something hit him on the chest and he looked down to see the small bottle of lube youâd tossed to him.Â
âAlright Kid, you want it so bad youâll have to show me.â
Kid paused, âWhat?â
You settled yourself comfortably, a loose hand fisting the silicon cock in a tempting manner, âPrep yourself, your fingers are bigger than mine anyway,â a smile tugged at your lips.
Kid had the decency to blush, fumbling for something to say before you leaned forward, taking the bottle and emptying some of the contents onto his fingers, spreading the slick around the thick digits.Â
âYouâve fingered me plenty of times, youâll figure it out,â even as you started to guide his hand between his own legs, Kid felt any resistance draining away despite the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. Damn you, who knew you were so sneaky? Working him up just enough to the point of no return where you knew he couldnât say no even if he tried. You pushed one of his fingers against his entrance and Kid inhaled sharply, feeling your hand leave his as you sat back, a dark smile on your face.
âGive me a good show, Eustass.â
Kid huffed, shooting daggers at you with his glare before falling back onto the bed. Fine, you wanted a show? He could play along, just as long as he got what he was so desperately craving in the end.Â
The pad of his finger traced his entrance, spreading the slick there as Kid contemplated the feeling. Heâd never done this to himself before and using his own fingers had him a bit more hesitant, they were bigger after all.Â
âWell?â you prompted.
Kid slipped a finger inside, biting back the little gasp that wanted to leave his lips, he didnât want you to have the satisfaction just yet if he could help it. The first thing he noticed was how hot and tight he felt on the inside and a shudder ran through him, before pumping the finger experimentally. From this angle he knew if he wanted to get a better feel heâd have to spread his legs wider but feeling your eyes watching his every move had him feeling stubborn and frankly a little bratty. He continued to pump inside himself, the unfamiliar feeling slowly melting into pleasure as he felt his body betray him, legs widening of their own accord and he didnât miss the hum of approval you gave in response.Â
âAdd another finger Kid, youâll need it,â you said.
A breathy curse did escape this time, imagining the lengthy girth that was waiting to stretch him out and he slipped another finger in, wincing just for a moment before resuming that steady pumping. He gave an experimental scissor of his fingers and bit his lip, still not wanting to show you how turned on he was already, but the breath was coming in harder through his nostrils. He pumped in deep, relishing the tight feeling of flesh around his fingers and realized he needed more lube.Â
You seemed to anticipate this, taking the bottle from the side and settling between Kidâs legs.
âLet me.â
You squeezed a generous amount onto him and Kid could feel the coolness hit his entrance still stretched around his fingers and shivered. He gave a few more thrusts, collecting the slick and using it to aid in slipping a third finger in he hoped you hadnât noticed but the grin on your face quickly told him you had and he flushed at his own eagerness.Â
âDoing such a good job Kid,â the slick squelching sound of his own fingers was loud to his ears as you drank in the sight, âhow does it feel?â
Kid took a shaky inhale, working to keep his voice steady, âFeels goodâŠâ
He felt your fingers slowly stroking his hard cock and a moan bubbled out of his throat at the stimulation.Â
âBut you want more donât you?âÂ
Kid wanted so badly to whine but he nodded his head instead, hoping that would be enough to appease you. He didnât know how much more teasing he could handle and he felt as you removed his hand from inside him, your own fingers tracing along his sensitive inner thighs and he felt goosebumps erupt over his skin.
âWhat do you want Kid?â
He groaned, âYouâŠâ
âKid,â your voice took a slight edge, pushing him to explain further and Kid felt the heat that rushed his face before he finally choked out.
âI want your cockâŠâ
He heard the slick spread of lube across the phallus and shivered.
âGood boy,â you said, finally lining up with his entrance.
The first push in had him gasping, the fat head of the cock slipping easily inside as he felt that burning stretch that spread heat from the base of his spine. His still slick hand tangled into the sheets as he felt you work your way inside him, every gentle thrust deeper in sent fire through his body. He felt when you bottomed out, hips flush against his as you spread his legs wider to better nudge yourself inside him. This was what he had been missing, this feeling of being so stretched and filled and he swore he could feel the cock all the way up to his throat with how deep you were seated into him.
âFuck you take it so well Kid,â you breathed out.
Kid gave a hard exhale, hips nudging against your encouraging you to move already and he bit his lip as he felt you pull nearly all the way out. Once you snapped your hips back into his, a groan ripped from his throat. You pulled out again, almost lazily before thrusting back in hard and kept a slow hard pace of fucking into him. Kid could feel the moans that spilled out of his throat with each thrust, eyes closing to lose himself in the pleasure of it. You leaned forward and he felt you take his chin in your hand.
âEyes on me, Kid,â punctuating this with a hard thrust inside him.
Kid felt himself flush but obeyed, keeping his eyes locked to yours and when the next moan came spilling from his lips he was suddenly all too aware of your intense gaze on him.
âFuck, harder,â he breathed, trying to turn his head away, the eye contact too much in his vulnerable state but you gripped his jaw hard, forcing him back and Kid felt his eyes crack open of their own accord.
âGood boy,â you said.
You sped up the pace, fucking into him earnestly now and Kid was breathing hard, head falling back and you let him stare up into the ceiling as you gained better purchase to push his legs farther back. He felt his hips strain against the angle but the way the cock was tightly hugged inside him had tears pricking his eyes. You hit just the right angle and Kidâs hand slapped at the sheet.
âFuck! Right there!â he gasped.
You gave a low breathy chuckle, adjusting your hips before driving forward again and sending stars into Kidâs vision, relishing in the strangled moan he gave.
âHold your leg back for me Kid.â
With just one arm, he managed to wrap it around his thigh, keeping a leg back, but it was enough you could hold his other leg while still draping yourself forward onto him with your free arm. Kid felt his hips be pushed further back, the cock grinding and pressing against that sweet spot deep inside him while you adjusted yourself. You saw the way he was squirming, hips lightly jutting to press back against you, to pull you in even deeper while you were already flush against him.
âSo eager Kid,â you cooed.
He tried to growl but only a breathy whine escapes him, surprised when your free hand suddenly found purchase in his red locks and pulled hard. With his head pulled back, you left harsh little nips against the thick column of his throat, feeling his Adamâs apple bob as he swallowed thickly. Your lips found his and he responds eagerly, mouth open and wanting between the heated pants that puff from him.
âSuch a good boy,â you pulled back to let him breathe, seeing the way his lipstick was already smearing, âyou like being filled and fucked like this?â
Another shot to his prostrate rips a filthy moan from Kid as he manages to breathe out a weak but emphatic, âYes.â
Kid was blind to the smirk that painted your own lips, too lost in the haze of his own pleasure as your hips pounded into him, relentlessly torturing that bundle of nerves deep inside him and soon enough he could feel the hot coil in the pit of his stomach building quick. He opened his mouth to give some kind of warning but found your tongue tangling with his as you devoured the words. Another hard thrust inside him and the coil snapped, a series of breathy moans bubbling against your lips as he felt himself cum. You paused only for a second, Kidâs sudden release without his cock having even been touched caught you off guard, but you soon snapped back into action, burying your cock deep inside him and letting him ride out the orgasm. Once he collapsed bonelessly into the mattress you stilled inside him, allowing him to briefly catch his breath as you gave a peck to his cheek.
âHoly fuckâŠâ is all Kid can manage out.
Still reeling from the effects of his orgasm, Kid doesnât notice you settling back, keeping an iron grip on his thighs until you thrust harshly into him again. His head snapped back in a silent gasp, body still oversensitive and before he can think of what to say, youâre fucking into him at a relentless pace.
Moans and sobs spilled freely from him as you pressed him harder into the mattress, hips snapping into his already abused hole. His free hand grips the sheets before quickly moving to clutch at his face, eyes snapping shut as tears prick at the corners.
âFuck-fuck! W-wait itâs too muchâŠ!â he felt his voice crack on the last word, before dissolving back into unintelligible whimpers as you pummel into his prostate. His body felt like it was burning, every nerve was still singed from his last orgasm and the pleasure is nearly to the point of pain from his overloaded senses. Still, he doesnât want you to stop.
âCome on Kid,â you huffed from the exertion but not once slowing down, a bead of sweat trickling from your brow, âI know youâve got one more for me.â
Kid managed to pry his fingers away from his eyes, feeling the intense heat on his face and saw his cock was already hard again, slapping against his stomach from the force of each thrust, smearing the mess of cum still on his abs. Heâs not sure how much more of this he can take as he feels the beginning coil in the pit of his stomach start to tighten again. Then you wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping in harsh jerks.
Kid wasnât sure if he screamed but he can feel his vocal cords fray as sounds spill forth against the onslaught of pleasure. Finally feeling the delicious squeeze as you fist his cock in time with every powerful thrust has him spiraling quicker than he would have imagined. You saw the way his body began to tighten, focusing on the sensitive head of his cock with tight, hard strokes.
âThatâs it Kid, now cum for me.â
The sultry pitch of your commanding voice, combined with the harsh treatment of his prostate and cock has him cumming even harder the second time. Thick ropey spurts of semen shot forward, further painting his stomach and chest as Kid gives a strangled sob, hand clutching at his face as he feels his head swim in a delirious lightness. You milked him roughly, teasing wave after wave of spend dribbling down your hand and covering his stomach. Kid was wheezing, taking air in big gulps as you finally feel him soften and release him. You worked the thick phallus gently out of Kid, who keens at the loss, before discarding it off to the side. Kid may have been spent but you werenât letting him off the hook until you came at least once.
You crawled over his body before virtually sitting on his face.
âYou know what to do.â
Kid was still dazed, his eyes hazy, but he complied obediently, hand coming forward to steady your waist as he brought his large tongue forward to delve into your wet folds. Groaning at the excess of slick, Kid doesnât waste time burying his face into your cunt. Your hand gripped his hair, motioning him deeper into you as you rocked your hips against his face, Kid moaning at the action. The room was loud with lewd squelching sounds as Kid buried his tongue into you, grinding against your pelvis, the bridge of his crooked nose rubbing against your clit. He ate you out like a man starved, hand gripping at your waist with what little energy he has left. You could hear the muffled little moans of pleasure from beneath you as you allow your head to tilt back in bliss.
âDoing so good Kid, just a little more,â you rocked against him, nearly suffocating him but heâs undeterred, pulling your further down on top of him just to taste more of you. Youâve never seen him so ravenous, and as he works his ample tongue inside you, you can feel your orgasm coming up fast.
You cursed, feeling your body tighten as you hit your high, thrusting Kidâs face deeper into your cunt, but he takes it in stride, feeling you clench and drip around him as he works you through your orgasm. Once you rode it out, the tingling in your body starting to fade, you pulled off of Kid with a wet sound before flopping onto the side to take him in.
He looked positively ruined, chest still heaving and covered with his spend while his lipstick was smeared with your own slick that dribbled down his chin. You smiled down at him, Kidâs eyes, still hazy but starting to regain some semblance of focus, found yours and a grin pulled at his lips. You gave a kiss to his sweaty forehead before rising to find a towel to clean him off with.
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The next morning, as they checked out Kid couldnât help but notice the way the frenzied innkeeper kept darting glances at him, eyes wide. Maybe she recognized him from the wanted posters? The thought of it made him smirk with pride.
âWas everything- uhm- satisfactory?â The innkeeper asked.Â
âYes, very much so,â you replied, unphased by the curious glances the woman kept shooting towards Kid.Â
The woman chewed her lip before speaking again, âI-I only ask becauseâŠwellâŠsome of the staff were worried something might have happenedâŠâ
That caught both of your attentions as the two of you fix her with a questioning look.
âWell, your- umâŠâ she motioned a hand toward Kid indicating him, âhe was, well, quite loudâŠthe groaning and screams, we were just worried maybe he was hurt or worseâŠâ
Your eyes widened and it took everything you had to bite back the smirk that wanted to split your face, especially on seeing the way Kid flushed down to his neck in a horrified stupor. Before you could respond, Kid slapped some money, more than enough to cover the cost of the night but he doesnât seem to notice, quickly on the table before grasping you by the shoulders and hurrying you both out the door. Once in the street, Kid takes a steadying breath before he turned toward the docks.
âLetâs get back to the ship,â he started marching off but even from behind you can see his ears burning. You caught up quickly to him, a shit eating grin on your face as you stared expectantly into his flushed face. Kid refused to meet your eyes, lips pouting as he keeps his gaze forward but he can feel the satisfaction coming off you in waves.
âNext time Iâll just have to gag you, wonât I?â you said.
Kid nearly tripped over, shooting a scowl as you laugh at him good naturedly, but he has to admit, the idea of it appeals to him.
#mywriting#i couldn't think of a clever title for this one so here we go#this is long overdue i'm sorry ahhh#eustass kid#kid x reader#eustass kid x reader#kid x you#eustass kid x you#dom!reader#sub!kid#sub!eustass kid#one piece#op#fanfiction#spice cabinet#killer#massacre soldier killer
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Just read that vigilante request, can we please get that character somehow running into I.M.P. (maybe even helping them against Striker or Crimson?) , and also maybe a bit of a romance with Loona? You've got full creative liberty here on how that happens tho
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đ ft : vigilante!reader, blitzĂž, millie, moxxie, loona đ cw : swearing, fluff, crushes, mentions of killing đ summary : odd circumstances lead hell's newly found 'hero' to I.M.P đ note : i loveee this, lets make a series lol
BlitzĂž hired you to help out his company, offering you "the fucking glory" of going back to Earth and help him and his crew do some good by killing some "bad fucking people"
It honestly surprised you that the little imp was cunning enough to track you down one night and offer you something so- casual
Even though you insist you and I.M.P are "mutual partners" BlitzĂž brags to everyone that you're on his payroll and work for him. It brings him a ton of business so he advertises it WIDELY
Like whenever clients come in looking to hire the company, BlitzĂž likes to try and wrap an arm around your shoulders and flaunt you off smugly before you twist his wrist backwards, successfully taking his arm off you
Moxxie is obviously skeptical, always questioning you, your morals, why your doing this, etc.
It gets old, and you have to just start shoving the imp away from you (literally keeping him at arms length)
Moxxie likes to try and brag to you about not letting your 'status' in hell affect him.
And honestly Millie likes having another badass on the team. She's the perfect co-worker. Respectful, bubbly, and fucking scary when she needs to be. She isn't intimidated by you so there don't seem to be barriers when she speaks to you.
She's terrifying, so you respect her for it. And she respects you back for carrying your weight in the company.
Millie would one day like to spar with you to prove who is the strongest.
And Loona. . .
You clean your guns during meetings and job run-downs BlitzĂž goes over, wiping down your pistol and inspecting it closely. Listening to the plan, imagining yourself providing the crew covering fire from a nearby roof.
Then you feel her staring and catch her eyes, quirking an eyebrow at her.
The poor hellhound blushes from being caught and tries to look away. Always trying to fix her hair and checking her makeup in the mirror whenever you look her way.
You can definitely tell she's intimidated and nervous around you. And she always jumps at the chance to give you your paychecks and info from her dad.
Her and BlitzĂž are the only ones who know/have your contact for that reason.
BlitzĂž hates it. Trying to interfere and keep Loon-y off you, coming between the two of you whenever he can.
In truth BlitzĂž loves Loona and wants you as his badass friend he can show off. . . but his dad instincts always come first so "Don't get any fucking ideas Deadpool"
Despite a little skepticism at first, I.M.P and its employee's grow to trust you and your 'holy' endeavor to make the world a little better by ridding it of sinners.
They still all try to get to know you and get under your skin at times, despite your insistence on staying a complete mystery to them.
#headcannons#imagines#headcanon#reader insert#helluva boss#helluva boss blitzo#helluva boss millie#helluva boss moxxie#helluva boss loona#loona x reader#vigilante!reader#helluva boss x vigilante!reader#x reader#x you#x y/n#fluff#imagine#hcs#reactions
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Honestly it's suprise you both even confessed your feelings and were able to even get into relationship.
But I guess that's where Gon takes the credit. He may be obvious at sometimes but he is quick to notice the behaviour of your both towards each other.
Face to face all you both do is fight and blame things on each other. But when it's only Gon you both often let your 'rude' and 'I hate her/his guts' loose.
You guys literally pulled the "Love is War" after realising other one got the same feelings. You both were too prideful to confessed first. So this is where most flirting happened.
In comparison, you were most bold with your actions. Like introducing âThe Pocky gameâ and playing it once in every week. Killua mostly tried to make you jealous with other girls, giving you smirk after seeing your expression.
Even when you both enter into relationship, your behaviour towards each other almost stay same. You still argue and Gon always have to interfere to stop you both.
You guys went as far as to even directly confessed your opinion on each other. Killua will go on something like âShe is too sour to date anyways.â while you will respond how it's going to be his first and only relationship âWith his arrogant mouth I doubt anybody will even date him again.â
As bad as it sound, you both eventually started to realise this yourself. You both will start to change some qualities of yours. Killua will try to compliment you more while you will try to respect his opinion without sarcastic comment.
At some point you may even try to change your personality or even some 'you part' of you but Killua will directly confront you about this with some lines of âThat's literally part of you. Without it you aren't you. You won't be the same person, I had come to like and admired.â
Last part will make you both flustered as Killua will walk away saying, it was just to comfort you but you know him better and with the smile you will follow him, telling yourself to never let go of this tsundere boy.
#hunter x hunter fanfic#hxh x reader#killua zoldyck#hxh killua#killua hunter x hunter#headcanon#hxh headcanons#killua x reader#killua x y/n#killua x you#reader insert#self insert#fluff#teen romance
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thoughts on free use with skz?
hmm i think chan, hyunjin, and felix might be into it the most!
channie wants to make himself useful to you in any way that he can, so ofc that extends to him letting you have him at any time and any place! that kind of devotion to your pleasure has channie written all over it~ heâd be so adorable abt it too, every time you sneak your hand under the waistband of his sweatpants out of nowhere, or grab hold of his ass and tell him to bend over, he reacts so timidly, like he doesnât know exactly where youâre going w this. even more than the arousal he feels for whatâs to come, it also just makes his heart race to know heâs wanted by you the point where youâll take him at any time of day, sometimes multiple times a day. heâll sit there trying his hardest not to squirm as you run your hands all over his body like youâre inspecting him to see if heâll be of good use to you, feeling up every curve and muscle, pinching his nipples and squeezing his pecs and hips and thighs as if heâs a toy on display for you. he gets so red and stuttery, asking if heâs okay for you, promising heâll do anything you want, whimpering so sweetly over every little way you tease his body, sometimes even yelping out when you stimulate an esp sensitive spot. heâs always so responsive and easy to fluster, thatâs part of what makes it so much fun. it takes everything in him not to curl into himself and shy away from all the attentionâŠeven if he jumps and jolts and makes the most embarrassing noises, he wants to be obedient above all and let you have your way w him
heâd never forget to prep himself every day that ur free use agreement is in action! he takes it very seriously bc he just wants to make you happy, to hear you praise him for being such a good little toy, always ready to be played with <3 his stamina is also pretty good, you can ride him over and over again and heâll keep pushing himself for you however many times you see fit, even when heâs completely spent and climaxed more times than his dizzy head can count. heâd also be more than willing to do the moving himself if you get tired and order him to satisfy you instead. heâs a natural at sevice topping, even if he doesnât always last as long as he hopes to, heâll let you drain every last drop of him and them some (or if you really wanna make good use of him, putting a cockring on him to keep him hard for you as long as youâd like đœ) i think his favorite thing would be when youâre reading or working or watching tv and you have him on his knees eating you out while you barely even pay attention to him. when he does manage to get an affectionate headpat or âgood boyâ out of you, it makes him beam with pride bc he knows that he earned it by doing well! he canât help but let cute, happy lil noises slip out each time you do, feeding off your praises that heâs so starved for and working his mouth w even more enthusiasm no matter how tired he gets. he could stay like that for hours~
you would have to be careful though bc chan may push himself too far for you sometimes. so regular checkins to make sure he's still okay, or even sometimes deciding yourself that he can't go any further is important bc he doesnât always do whatâs best for him. you don't wanna hurt him after all ă
on off days, he may not ask it of you, but he needs to be spoiled rotten!! even if channie is willing to do almost anything to please you, heâs a softie at heart and loves nothing more than to be looked after in the gentlest of ways, esp after exerting himself so much for you during the week. he'd even offer to let you use him in the precious few hours he has for sleep, which you can honestly turn into an excuse to just fuck him to sleep so u can be sure he gets enough restâŠtricking channie into being cared for đ he really gets off to the idea of being like an object of your pleasure, but his shyness interferes w that sometimes, making for the most endearing reactions ever. a meek lil âah, wh-what are you doing?â when you pull his dick out, as if heâs not half-hard for you already. or a breathless giggle when you bring your fingers up to his plush lips in the middle of a conversation, acting sheepish for a moment before eagerly taking them into his mouth. or whining softly that itâs too embarrassing when you order him to stay shirtless for you at all times, only to get wildly turned on when he feels your eyes on him across the room. bc heâs so shy, this dynamic would definitely be limited to home and private spacesâeven if the idea of you taking him in public, undressing him and wrecking him for everyone to see (maybe even joining in to use him too) makes his heart positively race. itâs more of an unattainable fantasy for him, but just having you whisper things in the middle of a scene that play into that fantasy is enough to satisfy that humiliating desire in him. esp if you mixed compliments in w it, telling him how everyone would want a chance at using his pretty body~ poor channie doesnât have it easy being the worldâs shyest exhibitionist ă
hyunjin wants to completely belong to you. what thrills him the most abt free use is you having control over every little detail abt him bc heâs yours and you alone know whatâs best for him, especially when it comes to his pleasure <3 on days where your dynamic is in action, he loves to let you choose what he wears, how he styles himself, even what heâs allowed to say and do (w certain limits ofc, hyune can still be a lil shy sometimes) heâs tried to obey one more than one occassion when you order him to stay completely undressed for you so you can take him at any moment, but even just walking around shirtless all day got him way too embarrassed and antsy ă
so he prefers you picking out his outfits for him, it feels more intimate, like a secret between you and him that he carries even when walking around in public. esp when itâs clothes that give you easy access to his body~ underwear that allows you to pull his dick out without having to remove it first, baggy sweaters that you can pull off of his torso w ease or slip your hands under to feel him up, short, dainty skirts that you can flip up to expose his underwear or unzip to make fall to his ankles when he least expects it, etc. he would absolutely wear a harness or loose shibari pattern underneath his clothes too â€ïžâđ„ he gets worked up extremely easily w you, just a few touches in the right places and heâs positively melting as if heâs the one seeking out pleasure instead of you. so needless to say, his sensitivty makes it very convenient for using him whenever the urge strikes hehe heâs always ready for you
i think hyune would fantasize a lot abt u sharing him w others, but realistically he may not actually wanna do it bc the hopeless romantic in him can't be overpowered, not even by his lust. heâs too devoted to you and he takes your relationship very seriously...we all know how he feels abt even hypothetical scenarios that involve looking at ppl other than ur partner đ he just wants to be your perfect doll tailored just for you. all that being said, the thought of being passed around between you and a group of others admittedly still excites him in a way he canât explain. he may even shyly confess it to you one day so you can play into the fantasy a bitâget possessive over him, ask him why youâd ever let anyone have what belongs to you, degrade him for being such a whore that even you fucking him at all hours of the day isnât enough to satiate him. he absolutely loves when you remind him who he belongs to. tell him that his dick is all heâs good for as you ride him until heâs cum more times than he can count, tell him that heâs molded to your shape when you peg him, tell him that he only exists for your pleasure when he gives you head. itâs intense, but it makes him absolutely crazy, he loves the possessiveness aspect of this dynamic the most. he wants to be covered w your marks at all times, all over his neck, his thighs, his stomach, his chest, like heâs a canvas for you to paint red and purple as a constant reminder that you own him. alsoâŠsomnophilia đ heâs already such a heavy sleeper so it makes for the perfect opportunity to incorporate it into the dynamic. when he falls asleep w that specific pair of shorts on to let u know anything goes, heâll often wake up dazed n disoriented to find your mouth all over him, or that heâs deep inside of you just seconds away from climaxing, or with your fingers stretching him open to prepare him for your strap. and ofc his personal favorite, waking up to find his face coated w drool and juices as you grind down on it, using his perfect lips to your heartâs content. all the while, ur teasing him for being so ready to be used that he doesnât even wake up to it, he just lies there and takes it all like he was made for <3
lix is a mix of both! he loves being of service to you, and he also just loves the idea of being owned by you. aside from physical touch, i think his favorite way to show love would be acts of service, so that makes free use right up his alley~ not to mention he seems like heâd have a pretty high sex driveâŠdont be fooled by his innocent looks! heâd be ready to go at any hour, even more so than hyunjin đœ heâs like your sweet lil housecat who stays home all day looking pretty, cooking and baking, and waiting for you to give him affection whenever you see fitâsometimes, even seeking you out for it. with lixie i think on certain days heâd need to be allowed to initiate w you in this dynamic, bc he can be even more itching to go than you are and constantly wants to remind you that you can take him any time you want~ he leans into the role so naturally, youâd think he was waiting for smth like this his entire life hehe. aside from cooking and doing you lil favors, he loves to give you massages. not necessarily always in a sexual manner but they can turn that way pretty quickly. he works his little hands so well, even the most innocent touches can feel so sensual, and the satisfaction that comes from releasing all that tension in your body makes it very tempting to put your pretty boy to work in a different way. before he knows it heâs lying there w his tongue hanging out as you ride his face, pawing at your thighs like heâs continuing your massage~ he likes to wear a collar on free use days to let you know that anything goes, with a cute lil tag that says his name or smth cute like âkittyâ or âplaything âĄâ when you hear his bell jingling around the house, you know youâre in for a very fun day
he loves when you fuck him while heâs cooking!! it excites him like nothing else that you just have to take him right there and now, and like a good toy he has to be ready to service you. he likes it when you interrupt him when heâs in the middle of anything, honestly, itâs the most thrilling part of the dynamic to him and it makes him feel so proud when heâs able to be useful to you at any given moment, bc what you want is always more important than what heâs doing. lix would definitely be the type to wear a plug all day so he can be prepped any time you want to use him, one of those cute fluffy tail plugs to be exact. heâd be very into the catboy role đ„° when he feels you tug on his tail w one hand as the other sneaks under his apron, his brain immediately turns to mush and he bends over the counter, not even bothering to hide his lil giggles of excitement or how he grinds back against you so eagerly, begging for you to take him. he tries his best to keep cooking for as long as he can as youâre fucking him and itâs so adorable to watch him fumble w the utensils and ingredients until eventually heâs just clawing uselessly at the counter and you have to stop him so he doesnt hurt himself and just slumps against it ): like hyune i think lix might have a fantasy of being passed around between you and a group of other ppl heheâŠand unlike hyunjin heâd actually be willing to try it, as long as itâs smth youâd be into too! heâd definitely only want you to share him w your friends though, probably not strangers bc he still wants to feel a lil safe and secure abt itâŠheâs not quite that bold yet. the thought gets him so nervous and shy but wildly turned on at the same time, being doted on and touched and put to work by so many ppl at once would be like his own personal heaven~ he wouldnât mind being roughed up either, as long as you guys are praising him and encouraging him the whole time for being such a good toy!! hearing all the coos and murmurs of approval as heâs being fucked senseless makes him happier than anything. it would also make him absolutely crazy if you talked abt him as if he wasnât there through it all, just making comments amongst yourselves abt what a perfect little slut he is, how well youâve trained him, how much he likes it when heâs filled in every possible way <3 you catch him smiling so dreamily every time your friends speak fondly of him bc he just feels so good satisfying so many ppl at once, he just wants to be useful! and he does admittedly bask in all the attention a lil bit, he canât get enough of all the hands on him. heâs definitely the type to reach out for you and gaze straight up at you while someone else is ruining him bc he still wants to feel closest to you hehe
#sorry channieâs part is so disgustingly long itâs a fundamental flaw in me#ask#đ channie#đ hyunie#đ lixie
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Oh Sweet Child of Mine (Luffy AU End)
The Main series presumes platonic feelings all around. This is specifically an end shipping the reader with Yandere Luffy.
Because I didn't get clarification on what the original requestor (an anon) wanted, I assumed romantic but no smut.
Oh! Slight spoilers for Gear 5 and Wano.
Warnings: General yandere vibes and... technically kidnapping. Fluff.
You know the drill about yandere behavior in real life.
Stay safe and have fun!
Word Count: 1,205
Youâd heard about Wano a lot over the past few years. Even before officially becoming a pirate youâd heard about the country in lockdown and itâs many fanciful resources and history. About Kaido and Oden. It seems⊠strange to be in it now.
Celebrating itâs liberation that you helped only a little, the bulk being taken care of by Luffy, Law, and Kid. Mostly youâd been helping Marco and Ace run interference and patching up those that needed help.
The idea that LuffyâStraw Hat Luffyâtook down Kaido, King of the Beasts, was strange. But youâd seen it with your own eyes (from a safe distance) and it was a sight to behold. Gear 5, as Luffy called it, something else as well. Finally falling into sync with the true potential of his devil fruit though heâd still need to work at it.
Oyaji had organized a large feast for the occasion, incredibly happy that his brother had been avenged at long last. Thatch and Sanji working together to provide an incredible array of food alongside the now free citizens. The two chefs getting along well as they traded recipes and ideas as they worked. And honestly, it took all their attention to ensure that there was enough food for everyoneâeven Ace and Luffy who ate enough on a regular basis to astound literal giants.
Wrapped in bandages and as lively as ever, Luffy crowed to Ace at every opportunity that he beat out his big brother for liberating Wano. Ace would, naturally, pause with a mouthful of food to wrestle his brother into the ground for his insolence. Saboâunexpectedly a third brotherâcutting in every so often when they got too rowdy.
After eating dirt and a hunk of meat bigger than your head, Luffy paused, eyes fixing on you as he grinned.
âHey! Join my crew!â
Your brothers choked and coughed beside you, several cackling at the audacity and muttering about Akagami being a bad influence. You smiled wryly, flashing your right wrist where Oyajiâs mark was boldly inked in a light blue.
âIâm already apart of another crew, Luffy.â You reminded him and he pouted.
âYou said to ask you again when I found the drums! I did! Itâs in Gear 5!â
Ah. You did say that, didnât you?
Marco threw his arm over your shoulder, his smile a bit wry and sharp for the occasion.
âYouâre getting a little bold there after taking down one Yonko, you really think youâre ready to take on another?â Marco asked. Luffy huffed, Ace watching him with an amused grin.
âItâs not about your dad! Itâs about them! And I want them on my crew!â Luffy protested. Marco narrowed his eyes.
âOi. You making plans for their devil fruit? You really think weâll just give them up because you said so?â
Luffy frowned, confused as he tilted his head.
âWhatâs their fruit got anything to do with it? Theyâd make a good fit for my crew and thatâs that.â You smiled, chuckling a little as Luffy looked right at you. âI donât mind that youâre part of Banana-Stacheâs crew right now. I just want to be the Pirate King with you.â
You blinked in surprise.
âYouâre bold, Straw Hat.â You muttered, taking a sip of your drink. âWhy would I leave Oyaji to go with you?â
Luffy huffed, brows scrunching as he tried to think of how to phrase his reasoning.
âI wanted you to join my crew when we first met but you werenât ready yet. Not to join anyoneâs crew. But now you are!â Luffy whined, nose crinkling. âAnd my crew is strong enough now that no one would need your fruit anywayâŠâ
Ace laughed, shoving down Luffyâs head and ruffling his hat roughly.
âYouâre such a persistent shit, Lu! Câmon, whatâs the real reason you want them on your crew? I know itâs not their fruitâand they are pretty greatâbut whatâs your real aim here?â Ace demanded loudly.
Luffy smacked Aceâs hands away with a cry of complaint.
âI wanna take them on an adventure theyâll never forget! With my whole crew! I want to show them everything! Anything they want to see!â Luffy declared, much to the shock of everyone there. Ace looked stunned, lips twitching into a smile as he narrowed his eyes at his little brother. âI want to give them the world!â
âY-You⊠you sound like youâve got a crush?!â Ace breathed in disbelief.
Luffy paused, almost as surprised as everyone else. Wide eyes turning to you as you could almost see the gears turning in his head.
The air grew heavy as your crew started to grow restless and a little unhappy with the new possible revelation.
Then, just as suddenly, it stopped, Luffy sitting up with a relaxed smile.
âHuh. Yeah.â Luffy looked at Ace with a wide grin. âI guess I do, shishishishishi~!â
There was an immediate outcry of denial around you, Marco pulling you behind him as you heard the offended gasps around you.
A stretchy limb snaked around the bodies between you and pulled you through the crowd until you stumbled into Luffy. Eager and laughing loudly, he hugged you, much to the protest of your crew.
The drums of liberation in your ear as you reeled in shock.
That was⊠really unexpected.
âYouâre a cocky brat Straw Hat!â Oyaji declared with a sharp smile. âDo you really think you could make them take back my mark? That Iâd let you?â
Luffy pulled back from nuzzling your cheek, grinning over your shoulder.
âI wouldnât make them get rid of your mark, old man! Your family!â Luffy lowered his voice, hand reaching down to press his thumb over the thundering pulse in your left wrist. âIâd want your left hand anyway.â
You gasped, face red at the implications.
âWHAT! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO THEM?!â Ace screamed, reaching over to try and pry Luffy off of you. Luffy cackled, wrapping his arms around you in tight circles as he danced away. Keeping you firmly pressed against his chest.
âDonât worry, Ace! Youâre invited!â
âInvited to WHAT?! Luffy!â Ace screeched chasing after you both as you laughed hysterically, unsure of what to say to that. Sabo joined shortly, the two brothers chasing after as Luffy just kept laughing louder and louder, hair turning puffy and white as he rounded the bonfire in mad circles.
âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â You huffed, a little breathless from laughing so hard. Luffy literally lit up, his smile wide and beaming with light.
âHear that?! Iâm cute!â Luffy declared happily.
âYou canât go with him just because heâs cute!â
âI thought we raised you better than that!â
âStop corrupting them, you brat!â
âBluebird, no!â
âThatâs it! Youâre grounded! Again!â
You laughed, hugging Luffy back as he launched himself into the sky, Zoro and Sanji covering his escape.
âIâm glad youâre ready for me now. I donât think I could have waited much longer to take you with me.â Luffy admitted, eyes a bright, glowing red. He squeezed you a little harder, the threat clear.
You⊠donât think you were going back to the Moby Dick after this. No matter how hard your crew protested.
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TW: Implied Noncon
Whumpee was awoken by a sharp shift in the bed. Over their captivity, they had become hyper aware of the body sleeping next to them, stirring whenever he tossed and turned under the covers. Steadying their breathing, Whumpee focused on each move and sound he made, trying to determine what he was doing.
The sheets ruffled and then there was no more drastic movement. Air brushed against their back, the spot next to them cold with the open covers. Whumpee covertly looked to their left to see where he had gone, only to be surprised to find him still on the bed.
Whumper sat on the edge of the mattress, breathing heavily. His body shook slightly and his fingers twitched in a rhythmic motion.
One, two, three.
Four, five, six.
Seven, eight, nine.
As if he was counting the seconds.
They continued to analyze his body language, trying to ascertain whether he was a threat in this state. His shoulders were hunched, they could hear him mumble under his breath, and he seemed distracted. All things to be wary of, but no immediate action. They watched until Whumperâs hand stilled.
âI can feel you staring.â
Whumpee quickly turned back around and resumed pretending to be asleep, hoping he would think it was his imagination and not pester them.
However, his tired, gruff voice spoke up once more. âPraĆĄau Whumpee, you have worked in the field; if you canât tell that someone is watching you, you are dead.â He sighed. âMiegok. Go back to sleep.â Whumper stood up, legs faintly shaking, turning to walk around the bed to the door, âIâm going out,â there was a waver in his voice, âIâll be back later.â
Whumpeeâs mind raced. They could not let him leave. Despite the ease it brought it, Whumpee could not ignore the blood dripping off him. The rips in his clothes and the scratches on his skin. They knew intimately what it was like to be the object of his ire and would not wish it on another soul.
Before they could even process what their brain decided to do, Whumpee lashed out and grabbed his hand.
Whumper startled, ripping his arm out of their grasp, a flash of fear in his eyes, before he managed to smooth it out.
âW-wait!â Instinct tells them to drop it. Let him leave and vent his anger out on someone else. Save themself the trouble and pain. But they do not, a doomed mouse asking the snake for mercy, reaching out again instead.
âWhy donât you⊠stay here, with m- me, instead?â
A blank stare is all they are met with. He says nothing, searching them for something they donât know. Whumpeeâs lips quiver as they strain to stretch them out into a pleasant smile. Theyâre not quite sure they make it.
âAre you stupid?â
It is not a response they expected, but it does make them start to regret their decision. Whumpee curls back into themself in response.
Seriously! What was the goal with that? What was I planning to do?
A voice in their headâ their survival instinctâ berates them for their stupidity. But another speaks over it.
What if he kills someone? I know I can take it. Maybe I could even calm him down peacefully.
âCalm him down peacefully.â Like thatâs my job?! Let him suffer. Let me get some sleep while I can.
Diverting their gaze, Whumpee listens to their arguments, the angel and devil on their shoulders. One looking out for themself, honestly the smarter option, while the other parroting ingrained selflessness, perhaps the moral option.
They should have let him be. Whumper would do what he wanted no matter their opinion. Why trouble themself with the pain of interference.
But what if he actually listened for once? He had proven time and time again to be weak to themâ when it came to other peopleâ why not test the theory again.
The incessant arguing in Whumpeeâs head ceases when he talks once more.
âWhat? Is the hero finally having second thoughts; not able to play the bystander anymore?â
An unbidden memory of looking at absurd trolley problems with Bestie pushes to the forefront of Whumpeeâs mind. Choosing ludicrous option after ludicrous option, giggling at the scenarios the poor stick figures found themselves in. If only things could be that simple now.
He grabbed their cheeks, forcing them to face him. âI asked you a question.â Their situation slaps back into focus, and Whumpee stutters to give a response.
His voice seemed more curious and surprised than angry, so Whumpee tried to give him a more natural answer. â⊠NoâŠâ Honesty always went far with him. âI justâŠâ They tentatively place a hand on his face and Whumpee instantly softens. A good sign. âYou have me now. You donât need to leave anymore.â
He doesnât respond, only nuzzling into their hand further, but they can feel him ponder her words. They needed to fully entice Whumper into staying.
âLie down with me. Let me make you feel better.â He looks at them confused, but not disinterested. No going back now.
Whumpee coaxes his head into their lap, repressing the urge to tremble at his proximity. He complies, curling into them like a cat. Taking a deep breath, Whumpee lets out their fears and misgivings about the situation before continuing. Their quivering fingers part his hair, threading through the dark locks.
Theyâve rarely touched them before, only having yanked the tresses to inflict a margin of the same pain heâs given them, panic driving them on despite any potential consequences. Yet, this stress is different. As they run their hand through the soft strands, resentment starts to build in the place of their anxiety.
The intimacy is a spark to the meager kindling of their frustration.
However, Whumper is content, practically purring at their ministrations. Their actions have had the desired effect, calming the man from whatever torment ailed him.
They remain there, one serene with their touch, the other restless at his affection, for a while, until Whumper hesitantly breaks the tranquility.
âI love youâŠâ
It was one of the few times he said it without any underlying malice or lust, and each time it makes their stomach clench. The emotion, the context, the⊠everything behind those three little words made them hate him more each time.
They just didnât want to be here anymore.
âI love you so much.â The words tumble out of him in a rush, like heâs worried that they donât believe him. âI promise I love you. Iâm sorry⊠for not- I- I canât- Youâre-â he stumbles over his words, a rare look of guilt on his face, âIâm sorry for not letting you go.â Whumpeeâs hand stilled.
âBut, I- I just canât. You have to understand. Itâs just too late.â Now he feels ashamed? âI should have never kept you for so long, I should have never let you leave the basement, I should have never taken you in the first place.â Now he regrets it? âBut now, Iâve condemned us both.â They nearly miss his next sentence.
âYou made me think I could make something sweet.â
He quiets down once again, face scrunched in thought, and the time passes like honey dripping between their fingers. The silence stretches for what could have been hours, minutes, or seconds. They resume petting him; the repetitive action agitates them. Finally, his face smooths and he pipes up again.
âBut, itâll be okay. Weâll be a real family⊠Youâll get used to this⊠Iâll get used to this.â
Itâs quiet once more, and Whumpee refuses to speak or even acknowledge what he has said. Their hand pauses once more in disbelief. Closing their eyes and desperately struggling not to scream, rage burns its way up their throat.
âI hope you can forgive me.â
Forgiveness? How could they even forgive someone like him, after all heâs done to them?
It wasnât fair. They were supposed to be in their apartment, snuggled up in blankets and watching snow through the window. Or sipping hot cocoa with Bestie as they watched corny romcoms. They were supposed to be refusing Caretakerâs invitation to join them on a too early morning run. And staying way too late on overtime combing through paperwork.
Not this.
Right as their fury was to peak, as their indignation was to boil over, it all abandoned Whumpee in a moment, hand restarting its rhythmic motions in his hair.
They were stuck here now, and there was no changing that.
âDoes it even matter if I do?â
Whumper never responded.
#my writing#âĄ#W#whumblr#whump#whump writing#whumper#whumpee#intimate whumper#defiant whumpee#conditioned whumpee#whumper x whumpee#obsessive whumper#hero#villain#hero x villain#yeah idk what this is#but it spawned from a thought i had too long ago#and now its finally frickin done
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