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kpoplustzone · 2 months ago

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Bottoms up - IU Smut Part 2

IUXOC

Part 2 of the series

This series will be a continuation of the same OC character called Kim and there will be many Idols that will come into his life and have sex with him. this is kind of a harem story if it can be said so. The OC character will go through various exciting and erotic situations with the idols where he fucks them senseless. I will try to create a continuous type of storytelling where the previous part naturally connects with the part I am writing to.

IU X OC SMUT

Kim Slowly stood up and his big thick cock slowly presented itself in its full glory in front of her. IU looked at the thing that was just inches away from her that was glistening with her saliva and pussy juices. She slowly raised her hand and gripped it giving it a slow stroke up and down. Kim looked at the gorgeous woman who was staring at his cock and biting her lips considering whether she should suck on it once again. she was still stroking and trying to decide when a loud knock interrupted them.

"Noona. it's time to go. We have booked the hotel for dinner. all the staff are ready and good to go. Have you seen Kim Ajhussi, I have to tell him about it"

Her manager spoke from outside the door feeling sorry that he disturbed her alone time. He always felt lucky that he was working with one of the most beautiful women in Korea. She was always kind to him and he also felt that whoever was lucky to be her boyfriend was definitely lucky. he would never dream about something like that and he knew that she was level above people like him. but not even in his wildest dream he would have dreamt that the so-called goddess was on her knees stroking someone way older than her and him with such lust in her eyes.

IU heard her manager but her eyes never looked away from the cock in front of her as she stroked it and slowly it started getting semi hard which was still an impressive size. She looked up at the man and sighed.

"Wait for me with the staff. I will be out in 5 minutes. I will call Kim Ajhussi and tell him to pick you all up."

IU got her lips closer to the cock in her hand, gave it a slight kiss, and continued to kiss his pubic region, then her red lips continued kissing his whole body as she slowly stood up. Kim looked at the woman standing in front of him bare-naked. For him, it was such a beautiful sight. the perky but firm breasts, and toned abs which were the result of her training in the gym, and his eyes went down to her red moist pussy, which he enjoyed some minutes ago. He does get why men in Korea are obsessed with this woman.

IU looked at the old man standing in front of her his eyes looking at her up and down with naked lust. She had seen this look many times in her life but only from this person she could feel her body trembling from pleasure just from his gaze. Kim looked at IU who was trembling in front of him with her pussy dripping wet. He could not see the strong, confident, and graceful figure that charmed almost 70k fans just hours ago. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms and slowly started rubbing his cock with her ass.

He slowly brought his lips near her ears and whispered, "Ji eun ah. Should we do it one more time before we go ?"

IU shuddered as soft hot breath tickled her earlobes and she softly rubbed her thighs together to satisfy her leaking pussy. He knows every sensitive spot on her body. His rough hands slightly grazed her sexy red lips, tracing their full shape, and slowly his fingers pried open her mouth. IU started licking and slurping his fingers as though it was his long thick cock. Although she had dated before, this was the first time her body had surrendered completely. She was ready to do anything to give the man behind her pleasure.

The pride and grace had been completely washed away from her when he completely conquered her body.

KIM looked at the K-pop queen who was sucking and slurping his fingers with her eyes closed, and his gaze finally landed on her full perky breasts. Fans have always wondered how perky her tits are. She had always teased them by giving enough of a peek at her perky tits. His other hand slowly moved down slightly, touching her fair neck and slightly cupping her full breasts. The slight touch caused her body to arch backward, resting her head on his shoulder, and a heavy moan escaped her lips. And

He started teasing her by tracing his fingers along her breasts very near her sensitive pink nipples. He could feel her breath hasten as he brought his fingers close to her pink buds. She wanted him to touch it and play with it but the teasing was unbearable for her. Her whole body started trembling from the sheer amount of pleasure running through her body and her hand clutched onto his gray locks urging him to give her release.

He slowly brought his hips forward and placed his thick hard cock along her pussy lips. IU let out another moan as she felt the hot hard cock on her pussy. KIM groaned as he thrust her again and again, sandwiching his cock between her fleshy thighs. IU could only moan and groan as she felt her whole body dancing with pleasure and the room was filled with her moans.

KIM started groping and twisting her perky tits and pinching her nipples as his hips started getting faster and faster. IU forgot that she was getting humped by an old man backstage in her concert hall with her staff waiting for her and the fans who fantasized about fucking her, but all the luck was for this old man on whose dick she was trembling and moaning on.

She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She was close to cumming for the second time on the same day. She clutched onto his arm with her small hands as he railed his hard cock on her pussy lips and soon her whole body jerked as she came on his hard thick cock. Her knees gave out power, and she slowly fell on the floor panting and sweating.

She could only look at the hard thing in front of her, still standing proud in amazement. This old man had so much stamina even a young woman like her could not cope with it. She looked up and could feel his eyes on her. He wanted her to finish him too.

Her lips curled up and soon the same devious IU that people love came out as she slowly stood up and picked a white tee near her and put it on covering her bare tits up. Soon she covered her still quivering pussy with a short skirt, not bothering to wear any panties.

The old man could only stand there confused with his full dick on display as the beauty in front of her started to dress.

"Ji eun ah what about me? Are you going to leave me like this" he asked, as he pointed at his thick cock.

IU shrugged as she walked forward and gave him a kiss on his lips and a stroke on his cock.

"We don't have time. We are already late. We can continue this after we go home, but now we have to go to dinner with the staff. You should go first and get ready with the car. I will come after some time."

IU let out a giggle as she walked away from him to go outside and greet her staff.

Kim looked at the closed door behind and then at his hard cock. He could only sigh as he tried hard to tuck his hard-on inside his pants and exit the room through the other door to the parking space to get his vehicle.

He drove the SUV towards the entrance of the concert stadium as rows and rows of fans were waiting for IU. They were chanting her name and waiting for her. He could only pity them because while they were waiting their beloved idol was busy sucking someone's cock.

He looked towards the entrance hearing loud cheers as a stunning beauty in a white t-shirt and a small skirt came through the door. She started waving and looking around smiling at fans and cameras. Kim looked through the window and his already hard cock tightened in his pants because when she was waving one could see all the way through her loose t-shirt. Even a bit of nipples were visible as fans rushed to take videos and pictures for future use.

He could see her smile and he knew she was doing this intentionally. A bit of a fanservice for her fans who were waiting for such A LONG TIME.

She entered the vehicle showing hearts and smiling to her fans. IU occupied the seat behind him and her manager sat behind her. Kim started the car and drove to the exit of the road. The hotel the staff booked was just a short ride of 10 minutes. Kim looked through the mirror and saw IU talking with her manager about the concert.

She looked forward and caught KIM staring at her through the front mirror and a sly smile formed on her lips. She adjusted herself so that the manager behind her could not see what was happening although it was not needed because he was looking at schedules and preparation. IU looked at Kim through the front mirror and slowly started opening her legs while slowly raising her skirt all the way up to her hips.

The wet dripping pussy was in front of him in full glory as he took in the beautiful view through his front mirror. His already hard cock strained hard against his jeans as IU slowly licked her lips and started fingering herself without the manager behind her noticing it.

Kim could only gulp and stare at her pussy for some time but soon was disappointed when she closed her smooth legs and gave him a smirk. Soon the journey to the hotel was over and she exited with her manager while giving him a gentle smile.

Inside the hotel

Kim sat in a corner with all the staff almost 15 of them including her stylists, makeup artists, and managers and he was bored as all of them were very young and he was the only old one out of them. naturally younger people would band together and ignore the older ones. IU had not yet arrived in the private room but the drinks had started flowing as they had been already ordered.

When he was thinking about gulping another glass of beer down the door to the room opened and the boss appeared. She was wearing the same white tee and a black short skirt. He could see the male gazes scanning her figure from head to toe. Young men present in the room cannot be blamed for this as they are working with such a goddess.

IU looked around the room after greeting all of them and when she spotted a seat near Kim she walked over and sat near him. The people in the room started drinking and eating and all of them were in a festive mood as IU joked around with them.

Kim could smell a familiar fragrance around him that was coming from her. He had breathed In that scent just some time ago and now smelling that familiar scent his cock hardened again, he looked at her and she was talking to her stylist who was sitting on the other side of her.

Kim slowly opened his fly and let out his hard cock giving him some relief looking around and that nobody was looking at him he slowly moved his hands under the table and grasped IU'S hand.

IU who was talking to the stylist suddenly jerked when her hand was held and guided to a hard thick thing. She turned her head towards him and then turned around like nothing happened but her hand stayed on his cock stroking him up and down. All the staff members were having a good time but only Kim was having his best day with the queen stroking him under the table.

He felt proud looking at the young men around the table who were looking at Iu with list in their eyes but they could never even touch her but here he was having his dick stroked by her.

Iu played with his dick under the table stroking slowly and also running her hands throughout the long cock sometimes pausing to run her fingers along the red tip taking all the precum on her fingers. She lifted her hand and took a fry from the table with the same fingers coated with his precum and put it in her mouth while looking at him. She even licked her fingers clean.

She looked down and seeing the cock in full glory once again started stroking him this time even faster. Her hands started going up and down even faster as she wanted to suck up all the cum inside his balls.

KIM could feel her soft hands gripping his cock and the pleasure from her stroking made him almost grunt but he could only grit his teeth and stay silent. He could feel that he was getting near. Usually, he lasts longer but this time the amount of teasing he had to endure from Iu made him unable to hold back. He let out a small grunt.

IU looked at the old man beside her and from the throbbing she felt from the cock in her hands she knew he was near. Her hands started going up and down even faster and soon she felt his dick jerking.

KIM wanted to let it all out but his breath stopped when IU slowly took a beer glass from the table and without anyone noticing she brought it down the table placing it under his dick.

This was the last thing that triggered Kim to spurt out a large amount of cum and everything fell into the beer glass covering his cock.

KIM looked around and saw everyone was getting drunk and no one was noticing their goddess was collecting cum under the table making him spurt out even more cum for her.

IU slowly raised the glass from under the table and seeing the large amount of cum in the glass licked her lips. She took a bottle of beer from the table and poured it into the glass mixing it with the cum inside it.

Kim could only watch all this with his mouth wide open as she cheered with others and downed the whole drink along with all his cum.

She slowly leaned close to him and whispered

"Ajhussi, don't go home today, you need to fuck me until the morning before I go on the worldwide tour"

Kim nodded with expectation as her hand once again grabbed his cock and stayed there for the rest of the dinner.

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staytinyville · 5 months ago

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Cruel Summer

↣ Summary: It was never really brought up what Jeonghan did for a living. You didn’t live under a rock, however you just didn’t want your summer to go to waste.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Jeonghan x reader

↣ Genre: mature

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!jeonghan, summer romance, fwb

↣ Word Count: 5.4k

↣ Warnings: oral (m and f recieving) honestly nothing is really hardcore and I feel I sucked at this smut so I really don't know what to put lol

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The cold air of the A/C blowing in your rented out apartment, blasted out the door the moment you opened it. You shoved the man inside without a care, slamming him against the wall beside door lips finding any part of skin within reach. His snorted, fingers barely catching the door to keep it from making a loud noise as it shut.

Jeonghan snorted, stretching his neck to give you more access. “You’re impatient.”

“Says the one who had his hands down my dress in the uber.” You murmured, tongue licking the sweat that had built up from the club you came from.

“They weren’t down your dress.” He shoved you off him, hands moving along your body as he bunch up the clothing around your waist to reach skin in a hurry.

“The inside of my thigh counts as the same thing.” You breathed, giggling to yourself as he walked you backwards further into your apartment.

Jeonghan found his way to the couch, quickly falling on top of you as you accommodated him between your legs. Your dress has rode up on your hips, exposing your panties to his wandering fingers. You let out breathless moans as the tips teased at your hips. You felt his thumbs dip closer to you core, messaging the bone almost.

He let out a snort from your collarbone, drifting his hands down the sides of your thighs. “You’re literally heating up here.”

You whined, clenching your thighs as his hands rubbed at your inner thighs. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” He whispered leaning closer, his lips running along your neck until he reached your mouth. “I can only imagine how you feel wrapped around me.”

Your fingers dug into the back of skull, getting a grunt from him as you lightly scratched at his scalp. “Take off my clothes and all your imaginations will come true.”

He didn’t bother to tease after that. Both of you quickly rushed to take off your clothing. The fabric was thrown across the floor, on the back of the couch—some of it still hanging from your legs.

You moaned as his chest pressed to yours, arms wrapping around his shoulders and hands gripping onto his hair again. He gave breathless groans every time you pulled, his mouth moving harsher against your skin.

It wasn’t a fight for dominance—you didn’t really care who topped. It was just an aggressive game of push and pull. Jeonghan’s teeth would scrape against you and you would pull him back to feel the cold air on your wet skin.

“Fuck, suck pretty skin.” He spoke to himself, reaching the top of your breasts.

“Want to ruin it.” His tongue poked out and gave a flat lick to your nipple.

You squeaked out, pushing your chest farther into his mouth. When he got two licks in for each nipple, he leaned back up, hands flying to your hips as he turned you onto your hands and knees. When you noticed him moving to crouch closer to your heat, you shuffled towards the arm rest to lean over.

You giggled as you caught him ogling your core.

“You’re clenching over nothing.” He said with an open jaw, moving to lightly touch your slick.

You wiggled your hips, teasing him as you felt the tip of his finger probing at your entrance.

“Wait.” He scolded, giving your ass a loud smack.

You gasped, whining as you pushed your hips back. “Do it again.” You pouted, arching your back to give him your ass cheek again.

He chuckled, leaning up as he scooted closer to pull your ass flush against his hips. His palms smoothed over your cheeks letting you think that the inflicted pain was about to come but it hadn’t. When he watched your head turn to give him a pout, that was when his hand reeled back and harshly connected with your asscheek again.

You squeaked, flinching upwards as you wiggled around from the electrifying nerves running through your nerves. Jeonghan moved onto the other side, giving you another smack that quickly caused your skin to burn in a pleasurable way.

He leaned back down, his thumbs spreading your lips apart causing the tips of his fingers to lightly scrape at your most sensitive parts. You panted breathlessly, trying to keep from moving too much from the sensitivity of your nerves.

When you felt his breath hitting your core, you squealed, flinching back and causing your thighs to clench together. You heard his chuckle before you felt his lips fully enclose themselves around your clit. This caused your fingers to scratch at the couch, hips pushing themselves further against his face as he ate you out from behind.

He wasn’t shy with where his tongue and lips went. He gladly sucked on your outer lips while moving to shove his tongue teasing into your hole. And from there he only moved back to suck on your slit once more.

“Jeonghan…”You moaned, falling off the armrest of the couch to arch your back fully.

“You’re so sensitive.” The man teased, laughing into your cunt as you lifted off your knees from all your squirming.

“Taste so good though…” He moaned, eyes hooding over as he looked back down to your core. “How many fingers can you fit?” He asked himself.

You moaned louder when he pressed his middle finger into your heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight you felt clenching on his one finger. He sucked on his teeth and grinned wickedly when he easily found your sweet spot inside, wasting no time putting in a second finger.

You panting had him quickly leaning up and wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from moving. His hips pulled your heated ass flush to him as he fingers suddenly began to curl into your g-spot.

The wet sound of Jeonghan’s fingers paired with the way he was lightly pushing at your good spot had you groaning louder, throat going dry from not being able to swallow your spit. It was when his other hand pulled around to play with your clit that you began to see black cloud around your eyes and your legs gave out on you causing you to fall forward from his fingers.

“Jeonghan…” You whined softly, body twitching as your orgasm spread through your body.

He shifted once more, getting to his knees as he spread your ass apart to lick up the mess you left between your thighs. You mewled softly, hips slowly rotating as he lightly probed at you with his tongue. You turned on your back when you finally got your bearings together, giving him a giggle.

He went back to cleaning you up, looking up at you from between your thighs. You smiled as you watched him grin, hand lightly treading through his hair.

“My turn?” You grinned, scratching his scalp causing him to roll his eyes back.

He slurped loudly as he leaned up, climbing back onto the couch. His tongue swiped across his lips, being greedy and going all the way out to reach his chin in a teasing manner. You laughed again, quickly coming back which surprised Jeonghan how ready you were to go after an orgasm.

As your legs moved to make room on the couch, he sat against the other armrest, legs spreading open as one arm moved to the back of the couch.

He gave his hard leaking member a glance, lips pulled over his teeth in a sharp grin. “Be my guest.”

“I’m going to look the menu over so I know what I want to order. That way we don’t have to wait the moment we are seated.” You told your friend, quickly pulling out your phone to find the restaurant's menu online.

“That’s smart.” Your two other friends pulled out their own devices, following your lead.

It was girl’s night out, and while you would have enjoyed going out to a club or bar, you had already done that last night out so this time around was tame compared to those adventures. Rather than getting sweaty against other equally as sweaty bodies, the night was going to be spent at a popular steak house enjoying gossip about the past couple of weeks.

Besides, you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell your friends all about your sexcapade from two weeks ago. All they knew was that you had gone out with a man who you claimed to them you trusted enough. If anything you were shocked he trusted you.

“Oh! We’ll set a table up for you boys right away!” The hostess spoke up loudly, causing everyone who had been waiting for a table to huff quietly at the special treatment the people who had walked in seemed to get.

You glance up to see who it had been, eyebrows raising when you notice one of the men with a neat bun tied at the bottom of his neck. Your eyes went wide, eyebrows raising as a grin seemed to overtake your lips. Your leg began to bounce up and down in anticipation, body fidgeting as you wanted him to find you waiting there but didn’t want to draw attention to yourself.

Him and his 5 other friends waited on the other side of the lobby, his hands in his pockets as he laughed at something one of them said. They were dressed to the nines–as one usually is in the kind of restaurant you had gone to. It wasn’t a suit and tie but it for sure was much more formal than his leather jacket from the club.

It had been two weeks since you had been with him. You remember him leaving in the afternoon after you both woke up. He was a gentleman, nothing really awkward between the two of you as you both got ready for the rest of the day. He told you he had the day off but you explained you didn’t want to keep him, opting to walk him to the front door.

You both felt content with the night, not really thinking anything of it because there weren't any stale feelings that morning when you both were sober. You waved goodbye at him with a bright smile on your face, the stress of the week having been taken care of by him. And he walked with a pep in his step, a giggle falling from your lips.

There wasn’t an exchange of numbers or socials. You both had thought that it was a one time thing that wasn’t going to continue not matter how good it was. And yet here you both were two weeks later at the same restaurant with the same group of friends.

“Okay, we got what we want to eat.” One of your friends spoke up, making you turn.

“We are ready for you!” The hostess called out, smiling at the group of men.

One of your friends scoffed loudly, crossing her arms as she had a glare on her face from seeing the group of men get seated before everyone else just because they got special treatment. It caught the attention of some of them but they didn’t pay any mind to the upset woman, following the hostess to reach their table.

However, Jeonghan had been one of the men who looked over, seemingly doing a double take at the bashful smile you had on your face as he made eye contact with you. He began to smirk to himself, standing up straighter and fixing his tie for a moment. With one last glance at you, he followed his group of friends.

“Group of five?” The hostess called after a couple of minutes, watching as your group stood up to follow.

You had been seated at a circle booth in the corner of the restaurant, allowing your friends to slide in as you sat yourself at one of the ends. You fixed your outfit as you got comfortable, placing one leg over the other as you smiled at the waiter who came to ask for your drinks. In order to enjoy the food instead of waiting another two hours, you all told him your orders, content with the way the waiter smiled your way and said that the food would be out as fast as possible.

Jeonghan had been seated close to the middle of the restaurant due to how many people were in his group. So naturally, he had seen your group pass and could easily make out your form at the end of the booth. He had a grin on his face every time he would look up to meet your eyes already looking at him.

While you tried your best to enjoy your time with your group of friends, you couldn’t help but fidget at the way you were able to feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t like he was the only one making sex eyes at the other. You were trying not to be obvious every time you looked over, trying to keep an eye on the conversations your friends were having while also taking a peak at Jeonghan.

After finishing your second fruity drink, you decided it was best to take a restroom break from all the laughing you were doing. It was best not to pee yourself while talking so much trash about other people from your college. What you didn’t catch was someone else also getting up.

When you walked out into the hallway that led to the bathrooms you froze for a moment before laughing to yourself. You grew closer to the man casually leaning against the wall, barely moving his head to look at you.

“Is there a line in the men’s bathroom?” You asked with a smirk.

“Not at all. Just making sure there wasn’t a creepy perv preying on people going to the bathroom by themselves.” Jeonghan swiped his tongue along his lips, his teeth showing in a teasing smile.

“So waiting outside the woman’s bathroom isn’t pervy at all?” You giggled, hands falling onto Jeonghan’s shoulders as his own fell to your hips.

“I was just making sure you were okay.” He pouted playfully.

He looked down at your lips, pulling you closer for a moment. “You didn’t leave me anything to contact you again.” He whispered.

“Didn’t think you wanted something.” You bumped your nose with his, giving him a peck.

“I didn’t.” He shrugged. “However, seeing you again, I think I should ask for it now.”

“Mhm. Liked it that much?”

“Can’t recreate the way you sucked me off.” He hummed.

“Tell me when.” You gave him a kiss, the man sucking in a breath.

He hummed out, pushing you back before looking out to see if anyone was coming to the bathroom. Turning back to you, he took your arm in hand pulling it off him. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“You’re gonna regret your words.”

It’s not like you did.

It was a bit sporadic the way he would call you up and ask to hook up. You weren’t complaining–you didn’t have much to do at your apartment and no work to keep you busy during the night when the escapades would happen. And being able to destress the week away a few times a week was absolutely amazing.

It really depended on who was in the mood to lead. When he would take control it meant being treated like a pillow princess and get to cum more often than not. Sometimes you had to watch where things went down because you really didn’t want to sleep on a soaked mattress. But you weren’t complaining when you couldn’t feel your legs for a few seconds.

However, when you took the reins, Jeonghan’s breathless moans and head thrown back was just as pleasing. He was more than happy to lean back and allow you to take him as you pleased. Just like in that moment.

There was something about the way Jeonghan had turned up at your apartment with a tired look on his face and a pout. It was one of those where you knew you were going to please him. And you were more than happy to take care of him the way he always took care of you when you called him up.

You had him take off his shirt, arms stretched along the couch and legs spread wide open to accommodate you between them. You were naked, except your panties that you left, giving his stomach light kisses as you tried to get his nerves to become sensitive.

He still wore his jeans, but that was something you personally enjoyed. There was something about being naked in front of him while he still had his clothes on. However, because you were more than happy to allow him time to suck on your nipples it made you want to take off the rest of your clothes before he even did. There was something calming about sucking on some tits.

At that point though, you had him resting on the couch while you pulled his zipper down and ready to pull out his hard length. You enjoyed teasing, mostly to get the nerves fired up which made everything else feel amazing. You had already reached that point though as his skin reached a red color and his adams apple bobbed up and down the closer you got to his cock.

“Can you please get to it?” He breathed out, hips rotating just a bit to catch your attention.

You chuckled. “Impatient.”

You pulled him out, boxers moved to rest under his balls. He lifted his hips up to get the rest of his jeans off and to his knees to be more comfortable, leaning back to allow you room. It had been a tough few days for him so you knew exactly what he wanted.

You didn’t wait anymore, laying your tongue flat against the bottom of his length before dragging it up to his tip. You wrapped your mouth around him, flicking the bottom of his head lightly before sucking with all you could. It was only for a fleeting moment though as you quickly pulled back to grip his length tightly at his base.

You wiggled closer, knees scraping against the fuzzy carpet in your living room. Your nails lightly scratched at his thighs after you placed his cock back in your mouth. This time you didn’t bother to tease him anymore, deciding to go all the way down until your nose was tickled by the trimmed hair he had.

Jeonghan cooed, breathlessly letting out a moan as his hands moved to run his fingers through your scalp. He let out quiet oo’s and aa’s, hips lifting just a bit as he slowly allowed himself to fuck your mouth.

When he felt you keep still at one point, he took it as the moment to start thrusting up. He didn’t try to force himself harder than you could go so he slowly moved back and forth, fingers holding your head up in a delicate manner.

“Sweet girl, thank you.” He moaned out, head falling back against the couch. “Such a pretty mouth. Always so good to me.”

Your cheeks hallowed and you quickly pushed his hips down when his praise reached your ears. When he started to whine the way he did, it made you want to suck the soul out of him. So you would always try to make him reach his high faster.

There was a trick you had that always seemed to make him moan louder. You’d push him down, giving him the signal to stop moving. Then you would take him all the way to the back of your throat–slowly so as to not gag around him. And when you felt comfortable enough, you would use the back of your tongue to suction his tip which would have him whimpering.

“Yes, please.” He moaned.

His fingers went down your scalp again, legs spreading wider.

“You know how to please a guy.” He chuckled, a huff falling from his lips after. “Such a good girl.” He rubbed his fingers along your chin, feeling your throat moving as you took his cock further.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He breathed out, head flying back and hips pushing further into your mouth.

You braced yourself, swallowing more of him so he could cum down your throat. And when you heard his loud groan, fingers moving along his nipples and his hand pushing you further down, you closed your eyes trying not to moan yourself or else you wouldn’t be able to take him all.

When it became too much, you pulled back, swallowing what you could and pumping his hot length to allow him to finish completely. Your throat felt sticky as you kept trying to swallow your spit to get rid of his cum but it didn’t matter when you looked up at Jeonghan’s closed eyes and lips pressed together.

You quietly moaned to yourself, sitting up from the floor to reach over to his lips. He didn’t bother to stop you, allowing your tongue to fall into his mouth and play around with his. He was breathless, feeling up your chest again as he got your nipple hard and played with it.

“You good?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips and you placed a knee between his legs, leaning closer to allow his face to reach your chest.

He hummed tiredly, going back to sucking your tits once more. “Always.”

He let go with a pop, looking up at you with a teasing grin. “Wanna sit on my cock?”

The following morning you had woken up laying on his naked chest. It wasn’t anything new, ever since the first night it was obvious that he would be staying the night. However, as of recently he had been slowly staying longer than the last.

This time you found yourself making breakfast for two after fully waking up. Last time you were in the midst of making your breakfast when he gave your cheek a kiss and left the front door. You weren’t going to keep him if he didn’t want but since you made food for two, you were going to force him to take the food. You weren’t about to let it go to waste.

You laughed to yourself as he walked into the kitchen with his hair all over the place. “There’s mouthwash in the bathroom. No extra toothbrush though, sorry.” You smiled.

He rolled his eyes playfully, moving along to find the hallway bathroom to wake up fully. When he came out looking a bit better than when he woke up he glanced at the extra plate you had on the table. He was going to open his mouth but you beat him to it.

“I made extra and I’m not going to accept a no to you eating it. I don’t care where you eat it so long as you do. No wasting food.” You tsked, shoving the plate to the other side of the table to get him to sit.

He scoffed. “Bossy.”

But he ended up staying, enjoying the time with you as you talked about miscellaneous things. He told you that he enjoyed getting to wake up later than usual because his place with his roommates was hectic. Usually one of them was up and banging drawers or stomping around.

“I’m going to get going.” Jeonghan spoke up, getting up from his seat as he took his plate to the sink.

He looked at them for a moment before looking over at you making your way over to clean the dishes up.

“Text me when you make it home?” You smiled, looking at his lips.

He rose an eyebrow.

“Gotta make sure you didn’t fall in a manhole on the way or someone kidnapped you.” You giggled. “Then I would be the one they investigating for being the last to see you.”

“Sounds like a hassle.” Jeonghan snorted. “I’ll try not to get kidnapped or fall in a manhole.”

You didn’t try to keep him longer, allowing him the room to leave you home on his own. And as you closed the door after giving him a kiss goodbye, you felt your chest tighten just a bit. It had you locking your jaw, fist clenching against the door handle and feeling irritated with yourself.

What were you going to do at that point?

“You’ve had two drinks and you’re already drunk crying?” Your friend pursed her lips. “It’s been a tough week hasn’t it?”

“Not really. We’ve been doing everything we normally do.” One of your co-worker friends chimed in. “This is something else.”

You had your head on the sticky club table, not really caring for how dirty it might have been. You were just going to go home and wash your face anyway. Once more it was the time again for the night out. This was going to be the last one for a long while though seeing as the college semester was coming up in a couple of days. The end of summer party if you will.

And when summer ends, it usually means all the other good things about it must come to an end as well.

It was only two days ago that you had last talked with Jeonghan. Having him stay for breakfast and spending a bit more time together on the couch as you guys tried to get your things together to have him leave. It felt just a bit harder to let him go. And you weren’t wanting to be hopeful when you noticed that he seemed to have trouble leaving as well.

For the night, you wanted to get drunk and forget about him for just a moment to gather your feelings and tell yourself that things were coming to end. It was your night to come to a conclusion.

This summer thing you had going on was over with as it usually went.

“Another drink!? You sure you can handle it?” Your friend brought you out of your wallowing, looking up to find a waiter had placed another alcoholic drink next to your head.

You looked up at the waiter, giving him a confused face seeing as you hadn’t ordered another beverage yet. He took your expression the right way because he answered you quickly. “That gentleman over there ordered it for you.”

Turning to where he nodded his head, you licked your lips and sighed deeply. Smiling bashfully to yourself, you sat up from your table reaching out for the drink. Raising it in the direction of the man who bought it for you, you were quick to chug it down.

Slamming it onto the table you stood up, catching your friends by surprise. You had your sights on someone and they watched with wide eyes at who it was you were walking towards.

“Are we going to stay here for an hour longer or are we going to get out of here?” You asked, stopping in front of him as he leaned against the table on his side.

Jeonghan smiled at you, chugging the rest of his drink before grabbing his hand and pulling along. You could hear his friends chanting at him, but you still slipped your fingers between his and allowed him to take you towards the entrance of the club.

Like the very first time he took you to his car, placing you in the front seat before getting in himself. As your eyes shut and took in his scent that lingered in the car you suddenly felt like all your energy was let go.

Tears pooled at your lashes, your eyes squeezing shut to keep them from falling but it was inevitable. When you felt a hand be placed on your thigh, you turned to look at Jeonghan who kept his eyes on the road but seemed to have a sober look on his face.

“Summer is ending.” You spoke up, grabbing the hand that was on your thigh.

You smiled as his fingers seemed to tighten around you, messaging into your flesh. “I got classes coming up again so I have to leave for university.”

“We’ll get there when we get there.” Was all he said.

He had you on your hands and knees at that point, face shoved into the pillow as you cuddled it closer to your chest. Your fingers kept clenching and unclenching back arching further as Jeonghan pushed and pulled your hips back and forth on his cock.

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” Jeonghan moaned. “Always so good for me. Everything about you is so perfect.”

You began to push yourself back onto him, causing him to stop thrusting and allowing you to use him.

“Go ahead, use me baby.” He panted.

When you got tired, and stopped for a moment, Jeonghan leaned over your back kissing your shoulder as his hips went back to thrusting in and out.

“Jeonghan.” You whined. “I’m close.”

He quickly pulled himself off and out of you, causing you sputter and cry at the loss of a close coming orgasm. It was quick though, that he turned you over onto your back and shoved himself back in.

“I want to see you cum.” He panted, going hard again to get you to return back to that pleasure. “I need to see your face. It’s always so beautiful when you come.”

This felt different to all those times before. This felt both intimate but in a sad way. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes but you tried to play it off as pleasure. As he moved your legs to drape them over his shoulders, your moans grew louder as his cock began to hit your good spot.

“Jeonghan!” You cried out, hands flying out to find his skin to touch.

“Cum for me, baby.” He panted, hands wrapped tightly around your thighs and eyes on the way your pussy clenched around his length.

“Fuck…Fuck.” Jeonghan cried out, feeling your core clench around him tightly as your orgasm hit.

He pulled out, watching as you began to squirt on the bed and thrust your hips up. You were sobbing at that point both from pleasure and too much emotion. Jeonghan was quick to look up at your face, sniffling as he softly climbed back on you. You opened your eyes to look at him, hands moving to his cheeks as he gave you a grin.

You pulled him in for a kiss. “Please put it back in.”

“Of course.” He answered you, lining himself back in.

This time he went slow, feeling every throb and squeeze of your walls around him. He was close too with the way he dug his head into your neck and little whines fell from his lips. His hand kept a soft hold on your hips, shifting back and forth as slow as possible as his orgasm built up.

And when it hit, you moaned, feeling the hot load drip out into the condom. You could feel how it heated up your insides, a very small part of your brain zapping with serotonin at the thought that he had came inside without a condom.

Jeonghan stayed in you for a bit longer, allowing his cock to soften before pulling out slowly with a hiss. He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as your tears stained your temples from how you were laying down.

“Aren’t we already as far as we can go?” You told him, bringing up the conversation that you both had in the car.

Your nose started to get runny but you tried not to allow it to bother you to where you had to sniffle and catch his attention. But he was already facing you, wiping away the tears with a soft brush of his thumbs.

“We both knew what we were getting into.” He spoke softly, wiping away your tears. “We still have summer.”

With your semester coming to a start, your phone went off to showcase that a new album had been released from a band you followed on spotify. Quickly opening the app, you placed your headphones on a pressed play.

“What are you listening to?” Your roommate asks.

You snort, taking a look at your phone for notifications. Inhaling deeply, you purse your lips at the empty phone.

“Just the new Seventeen song.”

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whatt-the · 1 month ago

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Gift for @uno-san

College Stanford x milf reader

Content warnings: age gap obviously, stanford is a warning because I am tired of people pretending he isn't odd as hell, fem reader

Author's note: this takes place in an AU where Stanley never ruined ford's project and he got into his dream college. He is taken under the wing of an esteemed scientist, shenanigans (cheating on ur husband in a loveless marriage) ensue.

devious devious art about this coming soon! Both targeted and about the ambiguous "reader".

This is also only part 1 and there will definetly be more to come

Imagine how Stanford felt when first being invited to his mentor's house, after a particularly lengthy discussion on whatever topic the lecture his mentor gave happened to be about. I can imagine all sorts of emotions running through his mind... anxiety, excitement, a bit of shock- he knew he was smart, but he never thought his theories were reasonable enough to challenge his mentor's views: you see, he really idolized that man. Continuing their discussions would be an honor, and the mere mention of publishing multiple papers with him had stanford's mind racing, he could barely contain his joy!

Now, understand that he had plans for the unexpected visit: he'd prove his worth, his technical prowess, anything to get more of that sweet, sweet approval. We both know he didn't have much of that in his youth, neither did he get much of it now... it seems he is always the single oddest character in any given room, even amongst other well educated, motivated students. "Teacher's pet", "tryhard", he couldn't believe it at first- such childish insults at such an esteemed institution? He thought those got left behind in high school. How innocent he is. Regardless:

His plans were to prove himself.

Well, like I said, were.

Right now? His mind couldn't be further from his studies.

He'd made it to the house alongside the professor, the discussion now spanning multiple topics- he was having fun. Rare, considering any of his other interactions with quite literally anyone else.

(Truly the outcomes are deplorable. His social skills are lacking to an astronomical degree, to the point where it is borderline comical how little he knows about human interaction. It is a cliché, the nerd who doesn't know how to socialize, but it wouldn't be so popular of a trope if it didn't often get reflected in reality. Not like he knew it was very popular to begin with: even the claim that he learned to interact with others through books would be false, since he strayed from any sort of romantic narrative. It was out of a feeling of inadequacy, really.)

Then, the door was opened.

And that's when he met you for the first time.

"You! You're Stanford right? I've heard good things from my husband here-"

"Come on, don't flatter the kid yet." Your husband spoke with a chuckle

"Hey! He deserves to hear how good he's doing! Come here." You walked forward and hugged him, it was your way of greeting people. It was warmer and more welcoming- both things the world lacked severely.

(Stanford found himself paralyzed where he stood for a few moments. He'd already found your personality endearing -your appearence even moreso-, and now you're pressed up against him? He simply must be dreaming. You felt so soft against him-- heavens, how long had it been since he'd received a hug? Far too long, clearly, but he doesn't remember them ever feeling this good)

The societal pressure to reply to this action in some way caught up to him fast, however. He was quick to place a hand on your waist, his range of motion being limited from your arms wrapping around his own. He may experience the social pressure, but he really has no clue what's appropriate and what isn't, huh? Cute.

(Had he a modicum of self control, he'd most definetly have had a much more timely and well adjusted response to your touch, but amidst the smell of your perfume, your soft arms around him, your hair tickling against his face, the feeling of your hands on his back... nothing carried the same weight as your presence did, who could blame him for doing what his mind instructed him to do and touch you back somehow? He'll come to find that he will blame himself very much for this interaction. No one more judgemental on his behaviors than the one responsible for them)

Once you pulled back from him, you were quick to usher them inside and offer them snacks, reasoning that they'd deserved something nice after studying and debating so much on so many topics. Your husband eagerly agreed and impatiently waited for your food through busying himself by unearthing blueprints and all sorts of different research papers so there would be grounds for his and ford's endless theorizing.

And thus, as you left, Stanford was left with his own thoughts. He made note of the fact that those very same thoughts were entirely consumed by you: how you dressed, how you looked, how soft your hair was, how lovely your voice sounded; all things that brought him much joy to think about, but equal parts of shame. He didn't necessarily want to have any such invasive thoughts about his professor's wife, yet there he is, with his thoughts growing more wretched by the minute. It's almost like his brain was against him: guiding thoughts that had him blushing at the very visage into his mind's eye. He wanted your hands on his back again- he wanted you to drag your nails across it-- he wanted to feel your lips on his, he wanted to feel your breath grow shaky against him--

"Here it is!! Sorry for the wait"

Papers getting dropped on the table and a thankful sigh were the next things he heard. His professor turned to him, instructing him to sit at the table, since "if you don't come quick, there won't be any left for you!"

Your food was great, simply regarded as the usual to your husband, but seen as the world's 8th wonder by Stanford. When asked if he was enjoying the food, he quickly assured you that he was absolutely enjoying it, making sure to remark that it is "the best thing he's had since he entered college", which was not at all a lie, considering he was surviving off of microwaved cup noodles and the occasional granola bar- but even he knew that was too pathetic for him to mention at all.

Your husband and Stanford made quick work of the snacks and promptly got back to... spewing big pompous words and numbers at eachother... at least it seems they were having fun, considering they'd laugh toguether on occasion. That must be a good sign? You weren't entirely sure what was happening with those 2, and you took to not interrupting them in lest you break their chain of thought.

The afternoon went by in the blink of an eye to them. Discussions on various theories followed by reading research papers followed by sketching on blueprints followed by more reading research papers. It was their passion, it seems. However, ford was greatly saddened that it was already so late- he knew full well that if he stayed any longer he'd end up spending the night on your couch, so both him and his professor agreed that it was very much time for him to go back to campus snd consequently to the dorms.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen before he got to say goodbye to you. Even if he was embarrassed to look you in the eye after a full day of... various thoughts about you, he couldn't seem to get enough of your presence. Making his way towards the front door, you were the only one who accompanied him, since your husband was quite busy organizing the mess him and his pupil had created throughout the day.

As you stood at the doorway, you saw yourself growing quite sorrowful that he'd be leaving already, he was quite interesting to you. However, nothing could have prepared neither you nor him for what he did next. He turned around to face you once more, seemingly debating something in his mind for an instant. But, just as quickly as his uncertainty was noticed, it vanished, being replaced by a conviction and fervor he didn't expect from himself -his self control seemed to disappear when he was with you- .Thus, he gently took a hold of your hand and brought it up to his height, kissing the back of it lightly. You could feel your heart skip a beat; you hadn't experienced any such romantic gestures in... god knows how long. As he pulled back, you spoke.

"I-it was... lovely meeting you Stanford." You squeezed his hand as you took a step forward. As soon as he returned your sentiment, he was gone. Though, in the look you both shared during those brief moments, you both knew this wasn't going to be the last time he'd be in this house.

You'd both make sure of it.

Stanford's professor after ford practically begged to go back to his house again: "did you really like her cooking that much?"

Stanford, sweating profusely: "yeah.. her.. . Cooking......"

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines x you #this LOSER is about to get his world ROCKED #can ya'll tell that I actually wish I could punch stanford?? no???#good. you shouldn't

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luvsymai · 3 months ago

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I loved your fic where reader and katsuki die I was wondering if you could do a I sorta guess like a part two with people finding them I don’t if you write that kinda thing so sorry if you don’t! -anon🐛

The Final Spark 2 ; Katsuki Bakugo

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Major character deaths, …

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<- Part one // Part two // Part three

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The battlefield, once a place of heroic dreams and ambitions, was now a desolate graveyard. Smoke lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. The devastation was complete, and the silence was suffocating. Among the ruins, the remaining heroes scoured the area, looking for any sign of life, any flicker of hope amidst the carnage.

Izuku Midoriya, his face etched with exhaustion and grief, moved slowly through the wreckage. Every fallen hero and civilian they encountered tore at his heart, but he kept moving, driven by a desperate need to find his friends. His heart sank deeper with every step, his mind refusing to accept the worst.

It was Kirishima who found them first. His usually bright eyes dulled with sorrow as he called out to the others. "Guys, over here," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Midoriya and the others rushed to his side, only to be met with a heart-wrenching sight. Their friend, Katsuki, laying motionless on the ground, his arms tightly wrapped around you. His face, usually so fierce and determined, was softened in a final act of protection and love. You both looked peaceful, as if sleeping, but the blood and the stillness told a different story.

"No... no, this can't be," Midoriya muttered, falling to his knees beside his childhood friend. Tears streamed down his face as he reached out, his hand trembling. "Kacchan... please, wake up..."

Kirishima's face contorted with grief as he knelt next to Bakugo, his hand gently resting on his friend's shoulder. "He fought so hard... they both did," he said, his voice breaking. "He... he never gave up."

Even though Katsuki was mostly rude towards them, they knew deep down inside of him, that he was fond of them.

Ochaco Uraraka, standing nearby, covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Bakugo was… Bakugo was holding them…" she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and bittersweet warmth. "Even in the end, they were together."

Midoriya gently tried to pry Katsuki’s hold on you, but it was locked in a death grip. "He's... he's holding on so tightly," he said, his voice shaking. "We... we can't separate them."

Shoto Todoroki, his usual stoic expression replaced with one of profound sadness, knelt beside Midoriya. "We won't," he said quietly. "They'll be buried together, just as they should be."

The heroes worked in silence, carefully lifting the entwined bodies of Katsuki and you. Every movement was filled with reverence and sorrow, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. As they carried you both from the battlefield, the reality of their loss settled heavily on their shoulders.

Back at the makeshift camp, the news spread quickly. The other heroes and civilians gathered, paying their respects to the fallen. There were no words to express the depth of their grief, but their silence spoke volumes.

A funeral was held shortly after, a somber affair that brought together friends, family, and comrades. The sky was overcast, as if the heavens themselves were mourning. Katsuki and you were laid to rest side by side, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. The gravestones, simple yet poignant, bore your names and the legacy of your bravery.

As the ceremony drew to a close, Midoriya stepped forward, his voice breaking as he spoke. "Kacchan... you were always so strong, so fierce. You never backed down, never gave up. You were our hero.” He took a deep breath in. “And (Name)... you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, you were quick to jump into action. You had a heart of a hero. You stood by his side through everything. Your courage and love were a light in this dark world. We'll never forget you. We promise to keep fighting, to honor your memory."

The crowd slowly dispersed, but Midoriya, Kirishima, and a few others remained, unable to leave just yet. They stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, their hearts heavy with loss.

Finally, Midoriya spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Goodbye, Kacchan. Goodbye, (Name). We'll miss you... so much."

As they walked away, the memory of Bakugo’s protective embrace and the love that bound you together lingered in their minds. It was a reminder of the cost of their fight, of the sacrifices made. And though their hearts were broken, they knew they had to carry on, for you, for Bakugo, and for the future you had both fought so hard to protect.

(A/N) Hope you guys like this! (Spoilers for KNY) I was kind of inspired by Mitsuri and Obanai for the death scene :)

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genevawrenn · 6 months ago

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A little post about our beloved QSMP eggs and what they taught me.

Starting off with Chayanne, our little warrior. Your strength through agony was always something to be admired, your dedication to providing to your family through delicious food is something I will always remember. You fought so hard, little leader, I'll miss you always.

Lullah, lovely musician and stealer of hearts Lullah. You are such a bright star, you formed bonds of love and won over the harshest souls instantly. You taught love for both yourself and others, you gave us a deep and intriciate character we will always think of fondly.

Everyone who has followed me for a while knows the Death Family was probably the one I spoke about the most (besides Hideduo). They were always near each other which is something I will remember fondly. They had their troubles but they always talked them out. I'll miss you most.

Ramon, oh my sweet Ramon. You were a late addition to my attention, but I'm so glad I found you, even for the short time I did. Your dedication in protecting your siblings spoke beyond what words can say about your character. I will always remember your excitement and curiosity.

Richas; chaotic, excitable, hyper, and a dear wild child. You made everyone laugh with your antics, it was never a boring time from the moment we saw your cow head to the moment you sped off. You captured so much life and projected it to those you cared about, one of us forever.

Leo <3 My darling, my dear, I never spoke about you much but I love each and every time you came on screen. Your bright and loud personality is a delight, teaching many how wonderful it is to be exactly you. I've heard her admin is a streamer, you should go follow!

Sunny, oh my goodness Sunny. Another huge persona who taught me so much about loving myself and presenting exactly as me. I hope you know how many people you have touched by being you so perfectly. I can not picture any other parent than Tubbo for you, you are adorable together.

Empanada, our time together was too short, but I will forever treasure it. You played such a clever and observant character, very intune with others emotions and able to comfort anyone in their times of trouble. You made people think and learn, an incredible gift to everyone.

Pepito, oh my goodness with you, I think Richas met their rival with sheer energy and excitement.

My little BOLAS eggo, you swept in and easily made everyone want to protect you.

You teach many whimsy, kindness, and stepping out of your comfort zone. You make so many smile 😃

Dapper and Pomme...I can not even separate you in this post. I wasn't able to catch much content surrounding you but I always appreciated how much I saw both your influence in your siblings. Dapper, you always kept your dad on his toes. Pomme, I adore your capacity to love all.

Trump, Tilin, Juana, Bobby.

Time was tragically short together, barely a breath on the long cycle of emotions this story drove us through.

I can say with certainty you will never be forgotten, your influence touched many even if you were only with us for a matter of days. 💕

I unfortunately do not have any screenshots of Chunsik, a similar sentiment to the Egg Island three, as I don't feel we have enough time together, but I'll think of you fondly. I wish you had more time to wow us, I'm not even sure if we will see you again but I wish you the best.

I am a changed person after becoming interested in this content and this server, and that's a positive thing. I only feel sorrow because I love it so deeply. You inspired me to keep creating and connecting with new people. I'll miss what we had forever, thank you for everything.

#wrenrambles #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp death family #qsmp Ramon #qsmp richas #qsmp leonarda #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp empanada #qsmp pepito #qsmp dapper #qsmp pomme #qsmp trumpet #qsmp tilin #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp bobby #thank you qsmp admins

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thewritergremlin-rae · 6 months ago

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Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall - Who's the Most Alien of Them All?

Pairing: Loki x Reader Characters: Loki, Thor, Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Frigga, Heimdall Rating: T Words: 3229 Content: 2nd person, kidnapping, chloroform, manipulation, soulmate AU, Hydra!SHIELD at work, set during/post Avengers 1 Summary: You'd never thought there was anything strange about your soulmate in the mirror, apart from how handsome he was, but as fate would have it - he's trying to invade New York. Ao3: HERE Notes: I am an absolute sucker for Soulmate AUs so here we are! I'm thinking of using this same AU for some others (Bucky and Steve) but I'm not sure if it'll be in same universe

In this AU, you see your soulmates face as your own reflection~ THIS IS A REPOST OF MY OWN WORK I accidentally deleted the original post so the read more doesn't work on my own blog 😭

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Something considered normal would rarely be considered wrong.

So, registering your soulmate’s image via looking in a mirror at 18 and having a photo snapped had never worried you.

Everyone did it.

It was normal.

It was safe.

It was how most people found their soulmates, and even then some just didn’t.

This early spring day started as every day usually did. You got up and ready for work, took public transport to the office, and logged in at 9 a.m.

Lunch came and went, spent with the coworkers you got along with best, all venting about the small annoyances of the morning. You all returned to the office and the afternoon crawled by.

Last minute, your boss asked you to finish a report now rather than tomorrow morning and you waved goodbye to your co-workers with a shrug and a put-upon smile. They’d all been in your position at one time or another. No-one found it strange.

The report dragged on for a few hours and you had no idea why it couldn’t wait until tomorrow, but your boss was hardly known for his patience. He at least had the decency to stay behind too.

You sighed and printed a quick copy before knocking on the door to your boss’s office.

He called out and told you to come in, taking the report when you handed it over. His eyes barely scanned it before he spoke again; “Hey, I know it’s late, but we have a visitor in the conference room. Go keep them company, will you? It will just take a couple of minutes.”

You bit back the sigh and the roll of your eyes, knowing both could lose you your job. Stupid, tight ass boss. “No problem, boss,” were the words that came out of your mouth, a false smile before you turned and left - heading to the conference room.

You took the liberty of rolling your eyes hard before you plastered the smile back on and pushed the door open. “Hello.” You stepped into the room and held out your hand as you gave your name. “Mr. Dickson is sorry to keep you waiting, but how can I help you?”

Not the normal sort of client, if a client he was. Most clients showed up in suits or some sort of business attire, but this man wore a black T-shirt, combats, and a jacket certainly not of the suit kind.

“Brock Rumlow.” He smirked over at you and you saw the way his eyes gave you a once over. Slowly. Urgh. Double ugh when he continued with; “No problem at all, sweetheart. Don’t suppose you could get me a coffee?” He nodded over to the machine as he eased back into his seat.

“Of course, sir,” you answered with a smile.

“Feel free to grab yourself one, too. Your boss sent you in here to keep me company, huh?”

“Something like that, Mr. Rumlow.” The pot only needed warming before you poured two cups and offered him one, taking a seat opposite the man.

“I hope he doesn’t make you stay this late all the time, I hate it when my boss makes me work overtime.” He snorted and rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. “Do this, do that, clean up some mess, collect an alien’s soulmate, kill that politician, clean up more mess. Not a day’s rest I tell ya.”

You nodded politely, staring down at your cup as you fully processed his words. Aliens, soulmates… killing politicians? You didn’t know which was the most out there. “I-’m sorry I’m not sure I follow…”

He only looked more delighted at your confusion and the way your body had stiffened. “Well, you see, sweetheart, there’s this guy, Loki, who showed up outta nowhere and, see, he talks a big game about taking over the Earth and we figured, seeing as you’re his soulmate, that he might rethink those big ideas if we offer you up instead.” Brock shrugged as if this was just casual conversation and didn’t have you frozen in your seat. “’Course, if that doesn’t work, maybe threatening to harm ya will change his tune. But what do I know about aliens? I’m just part of the STRIKE team.”

Brock smiled, as though he hadn’t just threatened you or spouted what sounded like absolute bullshit. A beat passed as you stared into the cup in your hands, eyes unseeing. “So why don’t we-”

He growled angrily as you threw the coffee and the cup containing it at him and jolted to your feet, running for the door, pulling it open-

Your short-lived escape attempt ended when another similarly dressed and built man stepped into view. His hands clamped down on your arms and the panic really set in as you protested and tried to escape. “Let me go!” You kicked and thrashed, hoping the noise might cause your boss to call the cops, but that small slice of hope was soon ripped from you. He appeared from his office, face like thunder.

“You said this would be quick, hurry up before someone hears this racket.”

Brock huffed from behind you, fingers sliding into your hair and tugging hard to drag your head back. “We coulda done this the nice way, bitch, but that’s off the table.” He pressed a cloth to your mouth, harder than necessary.

The thought of not breathing hadn’t even crossed your mind before the fumes entered your body and you soon slumped into unconsciousness.

You woke already knowing you weren’t at home. Everything felt off and you hadn’t even opened your eyes yet as you laid on what felt like a bed. You took a shallow breath, trying to remember, but everything before falling asleep stayed fuzzy at the edges.

You had been to work and… right, your boss had made you stay late and there had been coffee and…

Your eyes snapped open but so far it seemed like you were alone. The edge of the bed wasn’t far from the wall and you hesitated before rolling over. Good. No-one there either and this side of the wall had windows.

You shuffled over to them, eyebrows furrowing at their size. Small and curved at the edges. you slid the blind up to be met with the sight of clouds and uninterrupted sky.

You scrambled to the edge of the bed and the one door that led in and out of the room. “Hey! Hey!” you yelled, banging on the door, fear skittering through you. How long ago had last night been? What time was it now? Where were you now?

“Quit ya banging!” A stern thump that made the door rattle had you stumbling back and falling down to sit on the edge of the bed. “We’re nearly there, no need to get your panties in a twist, bitch.” It sounded like the man you’d met in the office… Brock if you remembered correctly.

He’d certainly changed his tune, but you had thrown coffee at him. Bastard deserved it.

“Where are we going?!” You had no idea if he would answer, if anyone would. Did it even really matter?

You were to be offered up as some consolation prize to an alien invader in the hopes he might go away.

You weren’t convinced of the plan; who would change their plans for the mere idea and appearance of their soulmate. You probably wouldn’t if you were in Loki’s position.

“New York,” came the answer before you heard footsteps leave the door.

You sank to the bed and flopped back on it, unsure what to do with yourself or for the rest of the flight.

You sat in what had to be some kind of interrogation room, a bit rich considering these guys had kidnapped you. A window made up much of the wall in front of you; the blank expanse of glass left you with nothing to look at but the reflection of your soulmate. It hadn’t changed for several years, but you’d noticed recently his hair had grown longer and it didn’t seem as well kept as before.

The sharp lines of his face had always left you flustered, but now they left you worried at the gaunt paleness that clung to him. What had happened? You couldn’t possibly know, you didn’t even know his name. Well, you hadn’t.

Loki. An alien. An invader.

You continued to sit silently in the chair, not knowing that an agent and your soulmate’s brother were busy deciding your fate.

“Father will not be pleased. Midgardians are not welcome to our realm and Loki is likely to remain in prison the remainder of her short life.” Thor spoke calmly but firmly. “Besides which, you tell me she is dangerous? A criminal? Why should Asgard take a criminal of Midgard to the golden realm? I do not think our prison is the best place to introduce them.” Thor couldn’t be certain, but he doubted the two would get along from what SHIELD had told him.

His brother would likely perceive another criminal as a threat or he would keep his guard up. Loki was not one for letting people in so easily. Especially not now. Whether she deserved kindness or not, he doubted Loki would afford her any.

“What if your brother wants to bring her?”

Thor’s eyes narrowed, giving the agent a sidelong glance. Hardly normal to accept a prisoner’s request… but he did love his brother fiercely - despite his recent tricks. “If,” Thor stressed, “Loki wants to bring her… I may agree,” Thor conceded. But he doubted such a thing would happen. “I will speak with him.”

Neither you or Thor knew the thin thread by which your fate hung.

The car rumbled through central park, you seated in the back wearing handcuffs and some gag like thing over your mouth that stopped you speaking. You still wore the bright orange scrubs and white shirt as though they’d plucked you from a prison somewhere.

You were free of Rumlow at least, you didn’t even know if the agent driving knew that you hadn’t been picked up from a penitentiary. This new one aligned more with what you imagined an ‘agent’ to be. Black suit, white shirt, sunglasses. Very Men In Black, which, ironic, since you were about to meet two aliens.

The car came to a stop and you looked out at the people milling around. You only recognised two for sure - one of them being your soulmate. Tony Stark confused you, for a moment, before you recalled his shift into heroism the last few years.

An equally tall, blond man held your soulmate's arm just above his elbow, so you had to assume this was the brother you’d heard murmurs about.

Your car door opened and a hand grabbed similarly below your elbow to help you out. Curious eyes turned on you and all you could do was silently, desperately, plead for someone to step in. Someone to take the gag off. You just needed one of them to be curious.

“Er… I don’t remember any plus ones going out to this little party.” Tony Stark gave the agent at your side a look over the top of his sunglasses, his gaze briefly sliding to you.

“She’s Loki’s soulmate,” the agent replied, no judgement but not much other emotion in his voice. He turned and marched you towards the pair of aliens.

“Now, hang on a minute.” A different voice objecting this time and you craned your head behind you to see a blond dressed in a check shirt and a brown jacket. You thought you might have seen his face somewhere before, but you weren’t exactly firing on all cylinders and you couldn’t place him. “She might be a criminal of some kind, but you’re going to send her to another planet?”

“I’m sorry, Captain, but it seems she may be more dangerous than a Midgardian prison could handle,” Thor answered. “My brother told me he has made many a visit to her on Earth.” Fucking news to you! Your eyes flicked to Loki, brows furrowed, but he didn’t meet your gaze. “I do not think he could have taught her many of the tricks he uses, but SHIELD assures me that they have indeed met before.”

Now you understood the reason for the gag. Can’t contradict made up bullshit if you can’t speak. You were about to turn a furious gaze on the agent that brought you out of the car when the soft clinking of a chain drew your attention.

Loki curled a chained arm around your waist, grip firm, and tugged your back flush against him. The action forestalled anything you had been about to do or say and you attempted to catch his eye. He ducked his head and you felt the cool press of his own gag to the top of your head.

The gesture had you stilling in surprise and seemed to only cement the story that Thor had been spun.

You felt eyes on the two of you, studying intently, before Loki’s little stunt seemed to be accepted as proof and preparations began again. You assumed for travel to this Asgard, but how exactly? There weren’t any space ships nearby and you were fairly certain the car you’d arrived in wasn’t about to escape Earth’s atmosphere.

Something with Loki here?

Thor reappeared in your line of sight holding one of two handles of some canister. A blue cube glowed inside, but it didn’t make any more sense than it had a few minutes ago. He caught your eye, his look intense and serious. “Make sure you do not let go or you will be lost to space as Loki was before he came here.”

You felt like meaning lay beneath the words, something you were supposed to glean from them, but still struggling to process what had happened the last few days you simply nodded and took hold of the other handle. Loki’s hand settled beside yours, overlapping slightly. Unsure if this stemmed from kindness, or an attempt to be sure you didn’t let go. or something else to drag you further into the fiction and lies that had been created around you... Well, you had no way to protest, anyway.

You hoped nobody would spend too long looking for you. Maybe the local police had already told everyone you were dead, covering up the act that you still couldn’t quite understand.

You wondered if you would ever see Earth again after this.

Your hand unknowingly reached for Loki’s at your waist, gripping tightly in fear of what was to come and in sorrow that you didn’t know what mess you were leaving behind.

Silence as Thor turned the handle, anticlimactic, but you felt it as your stomach dropped similarly to when an elevator descends too quickly and you were pulled upwards. The blur of colours was almost too much for your eyes to bear as your vision blurred, but soon enough your feet settled on solid ground once more.

You desperately blinked back the blurring at the edges of your vision to take in the bright gold that lined the room you had landed in. Or maybe an observatory of some kind.

“Welcome home,” a deep but firm voice greeted, your eyes drawn to a man in gold armour whose eyes glowed just as brightly as the metal. He sheathed the sword into the metal stand in front of him and approached the three of you.

You thought you could see something sad in his gaze as he touched the metal on your face, drawing it easily away from you and returning your ability to speak. “I am sorry you were dragged into this mess, miss.”

“How did you…?”

“My name is Heimdall and my duty is to watch over the Nine Realms. While I cannot see all at once, and some have managed to evade my sight in the past,” At this he gave Loki a look before returning his gaze to you - eyes softening once more, “I have kept an eye on your journey these past few days.”

“Heimdall, of what do you speak?” Thor asked in utter confusion.

But you found the words and breath to speak first. “They lied to you, I’m not an inmate! I’ve never even gotten a parking ticket!” you protested, courage mounting with every word you got out. “I was just doing my job like always and a couple of thugs came to the office and kidnapped me.” A squeeze at your waist reminded you of Loki’s presence and you pulled out of his grip, turning your annoyance on him. “And we have never met! I’ve only ever seen his reflection.”

“Loki-” Thor growled at his brother, but received only a simple shrug and a look that lacked all remorse in reply. “Why did you-?”

Warm hands took your wrists and distracted you, your gaze drawn by watching Heimdall break the cuffs on your wrists as easily as if they were made of paper. “My apologies, miss. I had no way of letting anyone on Earth know of the misconception.” He didn’t smile, per se, but he seemed genuine and his greeting kind.

He took a step back and you breathed with relief to finally be free of all your chains. “At least someone knows what’s going on.” Though Loki had to have known too, so why had he lied to Thor and SHIELD? “How exactly am I supposed to get home?” you asked, looking between the two brothers as if scolding children.

“Heimdall is to use the Tesseract to restore the Bifrost and once it’s fixed, he will be able to send you home. If I can, I will return with you and explain the situation to the Avengers - they’ll be sure to help,” Thor rushed to assure you.

To be fair, they had tried, but Thor had been so convinced by SHIELD… Well, he just seemed to have gotten all mixed up in all of this so you nodded. “So, I’ll just have to wait until the bridge is fixed?”

Thor smiled brightly this time, like the sun bursting through on a cloudy day. “Yes, just until it is fixed. I’m sure Mother will be happy to provide hospitality.”

“I see my son is already volunteering me.” Her voice sounded light and happy despite the situation, drifting over from some as yet unseen doorway off to the side.

“Your Majesty.” Heimdall bowed to her and you quickly followed suit - you didn’t want to end up in the dungeons for however long it would take to fix the Bifrost.

You straightened up to find her gentle smile turned your way, her beauty and motherly face stealing your breath. “I’m glad to finally meet you, though you are such a familiar sight that I feel as though I know you already.” Her arm settled softly around your shoulders and she started to steer you along the beautiful bridge you stood on.

Loki huffed behind you and you wondered if he might be embarrassed? No, probably not.

“I’m sorry you were brought here under such circumstances, but welcome to Asgard.” Weird space travel and spy stories coming to life aside, maybe spending some time in the golden city laid out before you wouldn’t be so bad.

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ohtobeleah · 1 year ago

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Damn You Seresin // Jake Seresin

Summary: After a near fatal car accident sends Jake into a coma, you come to terms with the fact that saying goodbye was always going to be tough. No matter the situation.

Warnings: Character Death. Crush injuries. Car accident. Jake Seresin x female reader.

Word Count: 1.5k

Author Note: Day Thirteen of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Crushed. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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Although Jake Seresin was a bit of a risk taker in the sky–he was, if anything, one of the safest drivers on planet earth. He never ran red lights or forgot to look at stop signs. He gave way, checked his blind spots, always drove the speed limit and never, ever drove without his seatbelt on.

He got his Ford F-150 serviced whenever it was due, he rotated his tiers and changed his oil. He took care of his truck and others on the road hoping that good karma would come back his way and keep him just as safe.

But it wasn't enough. You got the devastating call on Saturday night. You'd been up late working on your thesis for genetically enhanced proteins. The pros, the cons, the effects. It had been a long night, but any minute you were expecting Jake to pull up in the drive. You were expecting him to come through the front door smiling, ready to take you in his arms and carry you up the stairs. You were ready to hear all about Roosters antics and Fanboys latest obsessions. You were ready to fall asleep soundly in your fiance’s arms like you had done a hundred times before and would do a hundred times more if given the chance.

But Jake never came home. Although Jake Seresin was a careful driver, it just wasn't enough for the drunk driver who had come around the corner at one hundred miles an hour and smashed into his truck head on. Crushing him entirely.

“It would have been better if he died in the crash—“ You’d been at Jake's side ever since he’d been out of his many many surgeries. He was barely alive–but there was always hope. “He’d be just as dead, but you wouldn’t be feeling like this.”

The doctor who was speaking barely sounded audible, you couldn't focus on anything but the plethora of machines that were keeping Jake, your darling boy, alive. Just barely. It had been just a week and you missed him to a height that you never thought you could miss someone. He was right there, right in front of you, yet he was a world away. Gone.

“This way, he died in slow motion.”

“He’s not dead–” You hissed as you gripped your fiance's hand just a little tighter, trying to will him to wake up. Rooster all but let out a sob as he crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat. Sure, you were Jake's Medical Proxy– but Bradley was your person. He knew you almost better than Jake did. He knew you knew that it was the end of the line–you just couldn't be the one to make that call.

“Y/n, just listen alright–you don't have to make a decision right now–but, just listen to what she has to say.” At Bradleys request, you listened to the doctor who spoke almost monotone. Rooster came to stand beside you with his hands on your shoulders comfortingly. He just wanted you to be alright, he always promised Hangman that if anything ever happened–he’d take care of you. Bradley always thought Jake would go out in a burning fire ball of Jet fuel, he never once thought he’d be taken by a drunk driver. There one minute…gone the next.

“On Monday his heart ruptured and they repaired it but on Tuesday, his lungs collapsed. By Thursday his kidneys failed and the sepsis and infection took three more days to kill his brain.” It was hard to hear a timeline of the father of your unborn child’s medical conditions laid out so clearly—but you needed to hear it to clear the delusional fog that was keeping you from seeing the bigger picture.

“Okay, alright so we give his body time to rest and he’ll pull through, right?” The room was completely still besides the monitors beeping rhythmically. The doctor, Annabella Davis, just shook her head in response as Bradleys grip on your shoulders tightened.

“Y/n—if Jake had died in the car accident by the side of the road, if you had seen him zipped up in a bag and driven off, he would be every bit as gone as he is right now—but you would know it.” It was almost as hard to hear as the voice that echoed in your memory from that phone call. That call that changed your life forever. “And you can take some comfort in that. I didn’t know him like you did but I would imagine he would have wanted you to have that comfort.”

Jake was meant to live a long happy life– but here he was, crushed to death by some drunk driver in the car he took care of so that it would take care of him. None of it made any sense to you. Why him? Why you? Why would your child that you only found out about a week ago, grow up without a father, without a dad who loved them dearly and so tenderly. Jake would have been a great dad—he always said he was scared to be anything like his own, but sitting beside his body, broken and bruised, you wished he knew about the life the two of you had created.

“I love him so much.” But you didn't want him to suffer anymore than he already had. At this point you were just keeping him on life support for your own benefit. You didn't want to let go–until you looked around and took in all the machines that were keeping your fiance breathing. All the machines that were assisting him, pumping his blood, breathing for him. There was no brain activity. Jake Seresin was gone and had been since you first got to his side. He waited that long, just to see you one last time. To say goodbye. To forever remember your beautiful face.

“Bring me the papers—“ Now it was your turn to say goodbye, to let go. To start a life without Jake Seresin in it. Something you thought you'd never have to do. All because of a drunk driver. “He doesn't need to be in pain anymore.” The tears had begun and you weren't sure if they would ever stop. “Bring me the papers please, Doctor Davis.”

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“Is that–everything?” You asked softly as you stepped towards Jake's hospital bed. The nurses had just finished taking Jake off all the machines that kept him alive. No pain relief, no support. He was just simply him. He looked so peaceful all things considered.

“Uh yes—yes that’s everything.” Doctor Davis confirmed as she pressed her lips into a fine line. “It's just a matter of time now.”

“Okay.” You sighed, taking a seat beside the love of your life for the final time. His hand was cold, unlike all the other times. He was fading.

“Damn you Seresin, damn you.” Bradley stayed off to the side. He didn’t want to leave you alone but he respected your sorrow enough to give you space. He just wanted to be there—again, just in case you needed him. He had promised Hangman he’d be there, for everything.

“This is why it took me three fucking years to tell you that I loved you and another three years before I moved in with you.” A small, barely audible chuckle crept through the tears and sadness in your voice as you watched the rise and fall of Jake's chest. He was breathing, but barely.

“You always thought I was scared of commitment. Scared to commit.” You were a wreck, but you knew that in Jake's final moments you wanted it to be your voice that carried his spirit away. You wanted to be the guiding light for his soul like he had been yours here on earth. “But no honey, no it was never that—it was because I was scared of this, I was scared of just how much I loved you.”

Bradley Bradshaw had never seen such a love burn as deep and true the way you and Jake Seresin loved one another. Sure he always thought his parent’s relationship was the peak of love. But then there was you and Hangman. And nothing could compare.

“I was scared of the feeling that I’d never be able to find happiness without you. That’s what I was so scared of Jake. I was scared of this.” In those few seconds where Jake's body completely stilled, you knew he was gone. Your husband was gone and you were all alone. Left to live a life without the one man you never wanted to live without. He was your best friend, your husband, your partner in crime, the father of your child.

And he was just gone. Without any reason to explain the fact that he was on his way home to you when he was hit, when he was taken from you. When you’d lost the love of your life.

“Oh my god, damn you.”

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midnightlazule · 1 month ago

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{NSFW} Just Like a Dog [Crocodile x GN!reader]

Summary | Crocodile, your boss, goes out of his way to get you a gift. Something that’s completely out of character from him.

CW | Gender Neutral Reader / oral (reader giving) / mentions of voyeurism / boss/employee relationship / collaring / slight impact play

Sitting alone in Crocodile's office, positioned on all fours next to his desk in nothing but the robe he had requested you wear was not expected, but not surprising. It wasn't unusual for your boss to call you into his office, often seeking sexual favors to help with his stress. He had an attraction toward you, and you to him; despite it being deemed unprofessional for an underling to have such a relationship with their boss.

You knew Crocodile didn't care much about workplace professionalism, he had no problem making it known to those within the building what it was he was up to. However, it was deeply embarrassing on your part, because no matter how hard you tried, you could never keep quiet.

He would always make it a point to abuse the spots he knew would get you screaming, always wanting to hear you grow louder and louder. At times you'd question if he had some hidden kink, a desire of sorts to have others watch as he fucks you over his desk.

Truthfully it would not surprise you, but now was not the time for you to question the dark fantasies that plagued your boss's mind. He would likely show up at any given moment with a quirked eyebrow, wondering why your eyes were glazed over and your breath heavy.

You were never allowed to delve into the deep waters of your mind, to explore your own fantasies while in the comfort of his office. He wanted you to be eager and waiting, with a clear mind that gave into his every touch, not riddled with the want and need of your desires.

He was a selfish man, yet you loved every second of it.

Such a blessing you were.

And all to a man who deserved it not.

Focusing back onto the pristinely waxed floors, you waited in obedient silence; ignoring how your knees ached against the hard flooring. It would only be a matter of time before Crocodile made his entrance, and you did not want to disappoint him by being out of place.

At the very least he was kind enough to have you wear a robe, as you were sure the floor on bare knees would have been much worse.

The sound of Crocodiles' office doors opening caused you to flinch, forcing yourself to remain still, you uttered not a single word as you waited. You could hear the near-silent footsteps as they drew closer. "You haven't been waiting long have you?" Crocodile's deep voice echoed around the dim office.

"No sir" you answered, keeping your eyes on the ground.

He hummed, clearly pleased that you had not been waiting for him long. He wasn't one to care about others, but what kind of person would he be if he were negligent toward his favorite pet?

Refraining from looking up at him as he passed by you, your eyes only caught the barest glimpse of his dark grey slacks and well-kept dress shoes. They looked as if they had been waxed recently, was his plan for you to sit and lick his shoes? No, you mustn't wonder.

"Are you wearing anything under the robe?" he questioned. "No, I'm completely naked, just as you asked, Sir" You remained still as you spoke, still awaiting his command.

He said nothing, prompting a bit of anxiety to swirl in your gut, had you misinterpreted his request?

A groan from his chair told you he had taken a seat. "Good" he finally spoke, you felt your nerves calm, grateful that you had done everything to his liking. "Do you know why I called you into my office this late?" he asked, you heard the chair groan once again as he moved closer to you.

You inhaled sharply and flinched at the sudden feeling of his bejeweled hand running through your hair, his fingertips just barely scratching your scalp. It pulled a small noise of appreciation from your lips as you enjoyed the feeling, it was rare you were graced with such affection. "Well?" he growled, not appreciating your lack of response.

"No sir" you shivered.

Removing his hand from your head, you frowned and almost whined at the loss of contact, finding yourself already missing the warmth of his calloused and decorated fingers.

"Come here" he commanded, "I want you under my desk, between my legs, and be quick with it."

Quickly obeying his command, you wasted not a second as you crawled into the open space beneath his desk. It was perfectly sized, leaving plenty of room for you to be comfortable whilst on your knees. It also (thankfully) kept you hidden, preventing anyone from seeing the vulgar display as you positioned yourself to his liking.

Leaning back in his chair, you swallowed and glanced up at him.

He was watching you with that predatory gaze of his, you shivered once again as you made eye contact with him. You always found his eyes to be unnervingly beautiful, the stunning gold color reminding you of warmth, yet all you found was a cruel coldness.

It was a coldness that told you you'd never have a special place within him, no matter how good of a lapdog you made yourself to be.

"Sir?" you said quietly, dismissing the sadness that crept up your chest and squeezed your heart like a vice. Now wasn't the time to dwell on the feelings you had for your boss, this was a sexual favor; nothing more, nothing less.

His eyes remained on you for a moment longer before he traded his gaze with you to something on his desk. Reaching forward, you continued to watch as he picked an object up and brought it closer to himself. You realized with a small gasp that it was a wooden box, one decorated with ornate patterns similar to the waves of water, or was it sand? You were unsure.

He kept still, his eyes not leaving the decorated box. He looked as if he were contemplating something, his eyes asking hushed questions that would remain unanswered until he finally offered it to you.

You blinked, "For me?" you've never once gotten a gift from him before, this was new.

"Well? Are you going to take it? Or should I give it to another?" he threatened, slowly withdrawing the box. You shot your hands forward, swiftly taking the box from him you offered no apology for your sudden movements.

Unlatching the lock mechanism on the front, you'd slowly open it, finding a green collar with golden studding and an O ring attached. It had a matching green leash sitting next to it, delicately folded to fit in the box.

Slowly, you placed the box on the ground and removed the collar, "and this is for me?" you asked again, voice barely above a whisper.

"If you're willing to wear it" Crocodile spoke. He was watching you more intently now, more focused on your reaction and how you felt about the item you so carefully held. But overall, it seemed he was eager to know if you liked it or not, and truthfully; despite it being a rather perverse gift, you were touched.

"Can I... put it on?" you questioned, voice holding a hint of uncertainty.

"Do you understand what it means?" he asked, "once you put that collar on, you're mine, no one else's... Do you understand?" He didn't want to trick you into something you didn't want, he had built this relationship on nothing but sexual gratification, but it has become more and more apparent to him that his feelings have greatly changed during his time with you.

He still had yet to understand these feelings, unsure if he could truly call it love, but one thing he knew for sure was that he could not lose you to another. He knew it was incredibly selfish of him to claim you before he knew how he felt, but he could not sit back with the knowledge that you could easily become another person's toy, another person's pet.

It simply could not happen.

Swallowing hard, you slowly unbuckled the collar and placed it around your neck. "I understand" you whispered, "I want to be yours... If you'll have me." Crocodile shivered at your words, a low warning growl sounded from his throat as he watched you tighten the very thing that would seal your fate as his.

Finally, you removed your hands and looked up at the man who now owned you, showing him proudly the collar that sat perfectly around your neck. "The leash" Crocodile motioned with his flesh hand, "give it to me."

Taking the item from its box, you took notice of the delicate gold threads that decorated the green leather with patterned swirls. It was beautiful, you know knew why Crocodile had chosen it, as it matched him perfectly.

Placing the leash into his open hand, he reached forward with his hook and slid the sharp tip of it into the O ring of your collar. You couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of the cold metal against you, the sharp tip just barely pricking the underside of your chin.

Using his hook to drag you closer, you moved to stand on your knees, placing your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady. He admired you for a few moments longer, his eyes traveling up and down your face, you didn't miss the way his eyes just barely flickered down past the neckline of your robe, a small amount of your chest just barely exposed.

Retracting his hook, a frown tugged at his lips. "I want you to remove that robe, give me a show will you?" He wanted to see your delectable body, he was sure you'd look divine with nothing but the collar on, included with the leash, of course.

Rising to your feet, you did as you were told and slowly trailed your hands down your chest, aiming lower and lower until you got to the thick rope that was tied around your waist. Tugging at it, you slowly un-did the knot, allowing the robe to fall slack and hang from your shoulders.

Peeling the fabric back, you let it fall and pool around your feet, fully exposing your naked body to Crocodile. Taking a few steps closer to the man, you knelt down, placing your hands against his thighs as you got back into position. "Please?" you lifted your chin, giving him complete access to your collar.

A soft groan sounded from his throat as you slowly ran your hands up his thighs, getting closer and closer to the clear tent forming in his pants. Letting the leash unravel in his hand, he held onto the clasp and brought it forward, snapping it onto the O ring.

Sitting back in his chair, a pleased hum sounded in his throat. He liked the way the collar looked on you, even more so with the leash; but the color... the color is what he truly liked, as you looked absolutely ravishing in it.

Tugging on the leash, he guided you closer, using his hook hand to caress your cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and his eyes held a glimmer of something foreign.

Adoration.

A shiver would tear through your body, one of anticipation, arousal, and fear. It was so unlike him to look at you with eyes like that, ones normally so cruel and cold; now covered with a warmth that made his golden eyes glow.

"You look pretty in that collar," he'd remark, surprising you further.

"Is... everything alright, sir?" you asked suddenly, unsure if you were crossing a boundary by speaking. But you could not remain silent, not when he was giving you such strange treatment, perhaps he was sick?

His eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and you prepared yourself for the stinging pain of his bejeweled hand making contact with your cheek. But nothing came, not a slap, not a flick, nothing. "Is it so wrong that I wish to decorate my pet? To give them praise?" Crocodile spoke, the slight hint of annoyance in his voice causing a pinprick of guilt.

"My apologies, sir..." you whispered, keeping your eyes low.

"You are not forgiven" Crocodile glared at you, "I believe I have been far too easy on you tonight, how many times now have you spoken without permission? I think punishing you is long overdue."

Opening your mouth to speak, you quickly opted to remain silent as Crocodile quirked an eyebrow. His lips upturned just the slightest at your impetuosity, it seemed he really has been doing an awful job at training you.

"Since you seem so adept in using that mouth of yours, why don't you put it to better use?" Crocodile motioned toward the obvious tent in his pants, leaving you no room to overthink what his request might be about. He stared down at you, watching and waiting as you remained still.

Placing his elbow on the arm of his chair, he used the back of his hand to rest his head. His golden eyes were no longer filled with adoration, nor with warmth; instead, they were filled with that familiar coldness. "Did I not make myself clear enough, Pet?" he growled, yanking at your leash.

You were pulled forward, face being brought mere inches away from his groin, you couldn't help but swallow thickly. "Do you want me to use my teeth to remove your pants, Sir?" you asked teasingly.

It took not a second for his hand to meet the side of your face, the stinging pain of it sending jolts of arousal to your groin. You let out a soft pained moan, tasting blood, you were sure he had split your lip.

A cruel laugh left Crocodile's throat as he got up from his chair, feeling him tug at your leash once again, you looked up at him as he stood in front of you. "It seems my gift and sweet words have mislead you to believe you could be so bratty" he growled, "everything you do comes with consequence, have you forgotten this? Or have I not been stern enough with my teachings."

Opening your mouth to speak, you were silenced with another jerk of your leash. "Quiet" Crocodile sneered, "didn't I tell you to put your mouth to use? Even with the most simple of commands you're still useless" he scoffed, glaring down at you. Slipping the loop handle of your leash onto his hook, he continued to hold it taut while he worked his flesh hand over his belt. Undoing the buckle he was quick to push his pants and briefs past his hips, letting them fall to the ground.

You whimpered as his cock sprang free, it stood fully erect, colored in a deep shade of red as it remained neglected. You could see pre-cum leaking from his slit, causing you to wet your bottom lip as you imagined just how good it would taste on your tongue.

Crocodile remained quiet as he watched you, not at all affected by the look you were giving him. Usually, he'd give you a smirk, or some kind of comment on how eager you were to please, but tonight he was silent. You knew it was because of your behavior, you never got rewarded for being a brat, so it left you wondering what his plan was.

Feeling him yank at your leash, you scooted forward, having to ignore the pain shooting up your knees from the wood floors beneath. Placing your hands on his thighs, you sat on your knees, positioned right in front of his cock. You were at the perfect height to take him in the mouth without having to stretch your body any further, and for that you were grateful.

But you kept your eyes on his, knowing full well that taking him into your mouth without his permission was another slap waiting to happen. You had to wait like a dog, only until he gave the command could you finally have the food you're salivating over.

Placing his flesh hand on your head, he ran his fingers through your hair, causing a few strands to fall into your face. "Open your mouth" he instructed softly, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second. You did as you were told, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, you wanted to prove to Crocodile that you could listen, that you could be good.

He quirked a small smile, pushing back some of the loose strands of hair, he moved his hand to the back of your head and curled his fingers into your hair. A gasp left your lips as he yanked your head back, keeping you still.

A pained groan managed to leave your throat before it was cut off by Crocodile shoving his cock down your throat, forcing himself deeper, your nose hit his base and your nails dug into his thighs. Gagging, you tried to relax your throat, but Crocodile gave you no such mercy as he continued to face-fuck you, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward.

You could hear the wet noises echoing around his office, along with the small grunts and groans that left his lips. "Keep your eyes on me, pet" he growled, though he didn't stall with his rough pace.

Your tear-filled eyes flickered up to meet his, hearing his groan of approval, you could feel yourself dripping onto the floor. You wanted to touch yourself, to ease your throbbing and aching. But Crocodile, at least somewhat aware of what you were wanting, made it crystal clear with the way he glared down at you, that you would not be getting any kind of relief.

"Bad pets don't get rewards" he growled, "you're going to please me, and that's the only pleasure you'll get, do you understand?" he hummed, not stilling for a second. He cared not for your answer, whether you were against only pleasuring him and getting none yourself, you were facing the consequences of your actions, and to him? This was a just and fair punishment.

Crocodile let out a groan as you whimpered and moaned around his cock, the feeling caused vibrations to shoot up his shaft and send delicious pleasure radiating through his body. Tilting his head back he furrowed his brows, feeling himself getting closer and closer to tipping over the edge. Quickening his pace, he felt his balls tighten as the hot rush of his orgasm ripped through his body. Pushing you down, he could feel your nose pressed flush against the patch of dark pubic hair that covered his base.

A loud groan left his lips as he came down your throat, rutting his hips against your face, he forced you to swallow every last drop of his hot seed.

Finally, he let go of your hair and pulled himself out of your mouth. You coughed and sputtered as you tried to breathe, your throat was sore, and your lips were certainly split in the corners. "Get this mess cleaned up and get out" Crocodile growled, looking down at you with annoyance as he dropped your leash, "and keep that on, I don't want to see you without it" he motioned toward your collar.

You watched as he left his office, disappearing into the attached bathroom.

#one piece #crocodile x reader #crocodile one piece #sir crocodile #op crocodile #x reader

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jeankluv · 6 months ago

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If only wishes could be fulfilled - Gojo Satoru

Words: 2,6k

Paring: Gojo x oc

Warning/tags: manga spoilers, angst, flashbacks, mentions of characters death, fluff, established relationship, Gojo and oc adopted Tsukimi and Megumi, open ending, no use of y/n, gn!reader

Note: I posted this one on ao3 weeks ago but never posted here, so here you have. Also Gege when I catch you

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

Everyone knew him as the strongest, as Gojo Satoru the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, the one that brought balance to the world when he was born. He was also known as someone annoying, irritating, arrogant, never caring about others and too full of himself.

But you knew they were all lies. And it broke your heart they only view him as that, because he wasn’t any of that, sure he was annoying sometimes but annoying in the good way. And he cared, he deeply cared for others.

So whenever you heard people describing Satoru it broke your heart a little bit, each time. Everyone knew Gojo but only a few knew Satoru.

You met Satoru back on the day when you entered the Jujutsu world when you were both 15 at the time and you didn’t know anything about the sorcerer's world or clans. The only thing you knew was that you could see things no one else in your town could, so when three years ago a big guy with sunglasses came and fought one of those things, you asked him if he also could see them. It was then when you found out for the first time about what those things were.

Professor Yaga then introduced you to the school and you began studying alongside Satoru, Shoko and Suguru.

It’s been over a decade since that and a lot of things changed on the mean time. Suguru left only to end up dying by the hands of his once best friend.

You still recall the moment you found Satoru sitting next to the dead body of Suguru.

24th of December 2017

It didn’t take you much to arrive at Tokyo thanks to you cursed technique. Arriving at the school you made sure the students were safe, and fortunately they all were.

“Where is Gojo?”

Yuta looked around searching for his teacher. “He was here just a few minutes ago.”

You looked around and nodded, leaving the kids on their own, knowing they would be safe. You walked across the destroyed place, searching for a white hair.

The sound of loud sobbing hit you in the face, like cold water. It was distant but your heart knew too well who those sobs belonged to.

Moving your legs as quickly as you could, you rushed to the direction where those faint sobs were coming from.

The scene you found was one that you would never have liked to witness, and that would continue to torment you some time later. Satoru was kneeling on the ground, while he hugged Suguru's lifeless body. You froze, not because of the cold of Tokyo, but at seeing Satoru hugging and crying the way he was doing at that very moment.

Taking light steps so as not to upset him, you approached him, even though you knew well that thanks to his six eyes he had already known for a long time that the person behind him was you.

Carefully you placed your hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “Satoru…” You whispered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to come.

Satoru stood still for a moment and then spoke. “It was what he had to do…” The words barely left his lips. “But it hurts too much…”

You knelt behind him and rested your forehead on his back. “I know Satoru… I know.” You wanted to be able to take away all that pain and keep it for yourself, you wanted those tears that kept falling down his cheeks to stop. You wanted to protect him.

Sniffing he moved and stood up with Suguru's body in his arms. A strong pang pierced your heart as you clearly saw the lifeless face of the person who was once your best friend.

“He had a family…” He whispered. You did know that Suguru had had a family during those 12 years that you had been apart, at least that's what the reports said. “Those two babies that were here with him… you would probably want to say goodbye to him… and bury him.” You knew where Satoru was going, he wanted to return the body to those Suguru had called family for those last 12 years and you weren't going to stop him.

You stepped aside and Satoru walked a few steps and then disappeared.

Satoru returned the next day, you were standing next to Megumi preparing a Christmas cake when Satoru walked through the door. Without saying a word he approached Megumi and ruffled her hair and then approached you and simply hugged you without saying anything. You knew that at that moment words were unnecessary and that what Satoru needed most was to be with those he loved most.

“In the afternoon we will go see your sister.” Satoru spoke, turning away from you and looking at Megumi. He just lowered his gaze and nodded. "Everything will be fine." He told him, ruffling his hair again, to which Megumi protested.

23th December 2018 [present day]

A sad smile appeared on your face as you remembered Megumi and Tsumiki. You had been unable to protect them. You looked up and saw Satoru's back, he was stretching. Tomorrow was the day, tomorrow he would fight Sukuna.

05th October 2008

You looked at Satoru first and then the two kids that were right next to him. “Repeat that?” You were confused as hell.

“Congrats babe, we have two kids now!” He said in a playful way.

You and Satoru had been dating for two years now, in fact your second anniversary would be in November. You were barely almost 20.

“Satoru…” You looked at him with your arms crossed. “Can we talk for a moment?” He nodded and walked towards the bedroom. You looked at the kids. “You can turn the tv on if you want.”

The two kids looked at each other and nodded. The little girl, who seemed older, grabbed the boy and guide him to the sofa and turned the tv on.

“Satoru…” You said entering the room. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Babe listen.” He said leaving a kiss on your head. “The kid, the boy, is talented and they have no one.”

They were alone? That broke your heart a little bit.

“How did you find out about them?”

Satoru sighed. “He is the son of that guy… Toji.” An immense cold ran through your body from head to toe. Just remembering what happened in the summer of 2006 made you nauseous.

“He is his son?” Satoru nodded.

“Before dying he told me about him, he was sold by him to the Zenin clan.” He fell silent for moment. “You know the type of clan they are and his father probably knew that too.”

“So he told you to take him in?”

Satoru shook his head. “Not exactly, but I decided to take him.” He smiled. “So I paid what the Zenin clan asked for him and here we are.”

“Satoru… they are both small, rising a kid it’s a lot of responsibility.”

“And we can do it…” He approached you. “I know we can do it. Besides, I think I could be a pretty awesome dad.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say, but I hope I don’t have to be taking care of three kids.”

He laughed and grabbed your face. “You won’t. I love you.” And left a soft kiss on your lips.

“Let’s go with the kids and introduce each other properly.”

You walked outside the room to be meet up with the sight of the two kids focus on the tv in front of them.

“Kids.” Satoru spoke and they both turned their attention to him. “This is…” Satoru mentioned your name. “Both of us will be taking care of you two from now on.”

“Hello.” The girl smiled. “I’m Tsumiki and this,” she pointed to the little black haired boy. “It’s my little brother.” She gave him a slight nod.

“Hi… I’m Megumi.” The kid looked up and then down.

“Hello kids.” You smiled wildly trying to calm them down. “I hope we get along well and take care of you as best as possible.” The children nodded.

Present day

Looking to the ceiling you tried to hold back your tears. God, you missed your two babies so much.

“Love…” Satoru’s voice made you look forward. “You okay?”

You nodded, even though it was a lie. “How about you?”

“Perfect.” He smiled but that smile was hiding so much pain.

“You know you don’t need to hide your real feelings from me.” You whispered as he approached the place where you were at.

“The same goes to you.” He said poking your nose. “But love, I’m alright. Tomorrow I will bring Megumi back to us and everything will be fine.”

He sat next to you and surrounded you, you rested your head on his chest and felt his heart beating. "Our poor Megumi... if I hadn't been in the state I was in, he might have been able to save Megumi and also Tsumiki. God, I just hope that Megumi isn't aware of what happened to him, otherwise our poor boy will be extremely devastated. ” Satoru grabbed you tighter and kissed your temple.

“You were injured in Shibuya and mentally you were not well. Shoko made the right deck to keep you away from everything that happened in the last month.” He whispered softly to your ear.

19th November 2018

Shoko had stopped by to check on you that same morning, apparently she couldn't come by in the afternoon and it was better to check on you that same morning.

You had hit your head in a very bad way during the Shibuya incident, it had even left you unconscious in bed for 5 days.

When you woke up, everything, absolutely everything had changed. Nanami was no longer with you, Kugisaki was in critical condition, the higher-ups had ordered Itadori to be executed immediately, and Satoru had been sealed and accused of treason.

At that moment you felt like your world was falling apart, you needed to find Satoru, know where Megumi was and see with your own eyes that Tsumiki had woken up, but Shoko wouldn't let you get out of bed. Apparently the hit had been big, she even was surprised that you could be as well as you seemed to be.

It was November 12th when Shoko walked with her head down into your room and you felt like your heart might jump out of your chest before she even spoke the words that were in her throat.

“Itadori arrived this morning…” She said sitting on the empty seat near a window and taking out a cigarette from her pocket. “Megumi….” Your world was about to stop moving. “He… was possessed by Sukuna.”

Your body felt weak at that moment, you were very cold, so you hugged yourself trying to stop shaking. Was it because it was cold outside? Or something else?

Shoko called you once again. “There is something else…” You could barely see Shoko clearly, your eyes were filled with tears. “A sorcerer from 1,000 years ago has reincarnated on Tsumiki…”

“What… what does that mean Shoko?”

“I’m not sure… but according to one of Itadori’s new friends it was Kenjaku…” Shoko looked at you and whispered your name softly. “She is gone…”

You covered your face with your hands and started sobbing. That was 7 days ago, since then you had barely moved out of bed. Your body was too exhausted to do so, you wanted to go back to a year ago when everything was fine, when you and Gojo were celebrating your tenth anniversary and both Megumi and Tsumiki were fine. Today, November 19, would be your 11th anniversary, but you were there alone and completely broken.

“Satoru…” You said, through your sobbing. “I need you, I need you here.”

That’s when you felt the bed moving and a hand touching your hair. You slowly opened your eyes, meeting up with a figure you didn’t know if it was real or your mind was already playing tricks on you.

“You are real?” You whispered, still crying.

“I am…” He said touching your face and whipping out your tears. “I couldn’t miss our anniversary right?” He smiled.

You sat on the bed and looked at him, still unsure if it was really him. “I missed you…” You said hugging him and feeling the warmth of his body.

“Missed you too, my love.” He whispered to your ear, hugging you tightly.

“Satoru, our…”

“I know, I know…” He said stroking your hair. “I will bring Megumi to us, I promise.”

And you nodded against his neck, believing in all his words.

Present day

“I’m scared…” You finally confessed. “And I know you’re too, that’s why you sent Yuta to talk with Miguel right?” You glanced at him.

He stayed silent. “I’m the strongest, everything will be fine.”

“Satoru… I know you are the strongest but that doesn’t mean you’re not terrified of facing Sukuna.” You moved to face him.

He rolled his eyes. “Love… I will win and bring Megumi back to us. Trust me.”

“I trust you, I trust you with everything I have but… but doesn’t mean I’m not worried and doesn’t mean I don’t know you enough to know that you have the feeling that things might it go as you want.” You took a deep breath. “That’s why you have been doing something behind everyone’s back right?” He looked in another way, you were right. “Satoru…”

“It has to be me…” He whispered. “If I had not been sealed, none of this would have happened. Maybe Nanami wouldn't be dead, nor Yaga either, maybe we could have looked for a solution to save Tsumiki, Megumi wouldn't have been possessed by Sukuna either.” She took a breath into her lungs and continued. “It has to be me… after all I'm the strongest, right?” A broken smile appeared on his face.

You silently approached him and hugged him as tight as you could. People didn't really know what kind of person Satoru was, always putting others before himself and always blaming himself for things that didn't go well, even if they weren't his fault.

“You’re too good.” You whispered against him.

“That’s not true…” He replied. “If I’m good is because I have a reason to be the best version of myself.” He separated from you and looked into your eyes, those blue eyes that you loved so much. “You make me be the best version of myself. Be a better sorcerer, be a better teacher, be a better influence on the kids. “It's because of you and it's been that way since we were 15.” He grabbed your hand and gently caressed it with his thumb. “I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but…” Swallowing and wetting his lips, he looked at your hand and then at you. “Let's get married, we've been together for 11 years and I want to continue being with you for the rest of my days, so…” In one quick movement he knelt before you. “Would you do me the honor of being your husband?”

From his pocket, he took out a small box containing a beautiful ring. “Satoru…” You whispered in surprise, both of you had talked about getting married on more than one occasion. You knelt in front of him and hugged him. “Of course.”

Satoru covered your face with kisses, causing you to laugh. “Thank you…” he whispered close to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Your heart still felt heavy, you didn't know what would happen tomorrow in the battle against Sukuna but you just hoped that Satoru would return to you and bring Megumi back. To be able to all be at peace.

That’s all you wished and hoped for.

If only wishes could be fulfilled.

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famwhy · 2 years ago

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Saviour Complex

Yandere! Tangerine X Reader

Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3

Synopsis: One night, you're pushed straight into an incoming train, causing everything to go black. When your eyes open up once more, you find yourself in a completely different country and face-to-face with your favourite character whose demise was right around the corner. Too attached to the man, you find yourself hatching a plan to save him - unaware of the consequences.

Word Count: 7,556

Act 1 - Regrets, Regrets, Sinking in Regrets

The rough, bumpy texture of a fruit grazed the nerves of your skin briefly before it disappeared immediately - spinning through the air and landing back in your palm with yet another small burst of gravity.

"Stop throwing and catching that dumb orange of yours, you don't look cool."

The biting words of the person next to you could be perceived as venomous by any passerby who decided to eavesdrop in that split second; to anyone who didn't know her personally. You knew her though - you spent your whole life with her, how could you not know her?

Your beloved sister.

"Tangerine, you mean." Your lips split open into a smirk as you corrected her.

Your words caused her brows to furrow in deep irritation on the surface, but, underneath it all, you could tell she wasn't actually mad with you.

"Same thing." She scoffed.

"It really isn't."

She gave you a look, one you were familiar with; a look which told you that she found what you just said utterly ridiculous.

"They literally look the exact same."

"But they aren't."

"Oh shut up." She huffed, one arm crossing over the other in a display of irritation. "You were never so picky about their difference until we watched that stupid movie."

You were torn between lighting up at the mention of your newly-crowned favourite movie, or showcasing your offense towards her critique of said movie.

In the end, you chose to do both.

"Okay, one, that movie isn't stupid-" she rolled her eyes as you spoke, "-and two, I can't go butchering the alias of my favourite character, now can I?"

"I don't get what you see in that guy."

Being sure to exaggerate it as much as possible, you let out a loud gasp.

"How could you say such a thing?!" You proclaimed. "He is so cool and I love his accent."

"You literally have the same accent." She deadpanned.

"Yeah but I don't sound as good as he does."

"You don't sound good in general."

You exhibited yet another over-exaggerated gasp.

"My own sister," the palm of your dominant hand pressed against your chest, fingers curling around the soft fabric beneath them, "treating me in such a way..."

"Oh, get over yourself." Another scoff left her lips, "I don't see how you're still such a carefree person despite what we used to do for a living."

For a moment, the grin on your face faltered and a flicker obscured your vision of reality. But that was all it was, a flicker - and it was only just for a moment. It was gone the next, you swore it was! No crimson substance stained against your mind or hands; no cold steel felt against the heat of your palm as your index finger wrapped tightly around that little lever; no screams that echoed through the confines of your head over and over and over-

-no, none of that. Not anymore, at least.

You were over that.

It was done and dusted.

It was thrown under the rug, ready to compile dust and slowly wither away through the teeth of the critters that lived alongside it.

It was never to be seen again.

At least, not by your hands.

"-ey! Hey!"

Your eyelids met several times in rapid succession as you blinked away the sudden blur that kept you from seeing the concave of your sister's lips.

Ah, see? She did care for you.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was light, barely there, with a sense of gentleness she wouldn't be caught dead exhibiting towards anyone that wasn't you. "I didn't mean to, I was just... I didn't mean it."

"Nah," a small huff left your lips as they curved up into that familiar, carefree grin, "it's fine, I don't care anymore."

The way her expression didn't shift in the slightest was enough to tell you that she didn't believe you. However, even if she had her doubts towards your words, she chose not to speak more on the matter.

After a few beats of silence, a large red vehicle slowly approached from the horizon - emerging as though it was Harley Quinn pulling herself out of the toxic substance the Joker decided to drown her in.

There it was, your bus.

"Listen," your sister's voice was quieter than normal, tender and soft around the edges - still speaking as though what she brought up had bothered you, "I just want you to know that... I find it hard too. You're not alone in this. I was there with you too."

You paused for a moment, standing right outside the open doors that led inside the vehicle.

Then, you took one step on, your hand reaching for the pole inside. Not too long after, you tilted your head towards your sister - towards Lena - and smiled, "I know."

With that, you thrusted the rest of your body onto the vehicle and sent her a wave as it started up - the screeching sound of its wheels being drowned out by the sound of the engine starting back up.

And then, you were off.

The glow of the night sky shined through the see-through walls of the office, lighting up several seats as it bounced off the monitors resting on each desk.

It was quiet, the only sound being the clicks of your heels against the solid ground, approaching the switches on the wall to turn off the one light that remained on. The one hovering over your desk.

With a flick of your finger, the only yellow glow in the room faded away to allow for the moon's blue rays to completely take over.

You didn't mind night shifts, they were comforting - some might even argue - relaxing.

They had this feel to them.

One where you could remain unbothered, trapped within the confines of your mind forever to wonder what exactly life had in store for you next.

There was once a time where you hated being left to your thoughts; nay, you loathed it.

Being left with your thoughts meant being left with your memories; being left with your memories meant being left with the haunting actions of your past; being left with said past actions meant being left with that same voice that berated your existence.

It was frightening.

It was terrifying.

So you ran from it.

You ran until it affected you no longer, you ran until your legs started to ache from the pain; until your lungs shrivelled up from the lack of air that it was so gluttonous for.

You ran until you had left it all behind.

But even then, it still came back to haunt you.

Even then, you couldn't help but catch little glimpses of hair that would disappear past the sharpest corners - hair that seemed to belong to one of them.

But that was impossible.

After all, you-

Your head shook from side-to-side, eyes finally returning to reality and finding yourself right by the lights of your office, finger still hovering over the switch.

You sighed.

It was time to go home.

Your hand instinctively rose up, gripping the disk that surrounded the hat on your head and pulling it down slightly to ensure it stayed there.

Then, your fingers curled tighter around the handle of the gray briefcase and you set off, footsteps swift as they echoed down the empty corridor.

With a 'ding!', the doors to the rectangular space parted to allow you to fill the vacant spot inside.

You stepped in, curling your other hand around the handle of the briefcase as you held it in front of you and leaned against the cold, metal railing.

The glass at the back of the elevator provided for a good scenery that overlooked the night sky twinkling over the busy streets of the city; still ever-so-alive despite the time.

One particular puff of air that left your mouth fogged up the glass in front of you, the sight filling you with a familiar childish sense of delight and, before you even knew it, one of your fingers rose up to draw two lines and an upturned curve underneath before it returned to the briefcase once more.

A small smile drew out your lips as your eyes fell half-lidded.

The moment was then interrupted by the 'ding!' of the elevator once more.

You turned around, stepping outside before tipping your sunhat at the male stood with a phased-out look in his eyes, adorning a black hat of his own with the word 'Security' printed onto it.

Luckily, he wasn't phased-out enough to not notice your greeting, to which he returned with a small, nervous smile of his own.

One of the cuter security guards of your building.

A particular strong breeze had your hand clutching tighter onto your hat and your eyes squinting, trying to avoid any dust from getting inside.

The street lamps illuminated the road as many individuals rushed by, ranging from stressed business men to childish couples wishing to play a game of tag with one another.

You didn't stay too long to observe though; no, you couldn't. Didn't have the time. Your sister was probably awaiting your arrival with anxious, clattering teeth - wondering what was taking you so long while not daring to admit that she was worried for you.

Your eyes travelled over to the stairs in the middle of the street, leading downwards into the network of tunnels connected underground to allow for easy access to many different places in the country.

Soon, your heels were clicking against those stairs, traversing down them to get to the tracks you would need to wait by to be able to set course home.

You stood at a queue, waiting to scan your card. It wasn't a long wait. It never was. At least, not at this time of night. Many people preferred snuggling under a blanket at home and watching a movie with a few snacks rather than having to work a late night shift where who-knows-what could go wrong.

Once you scanned in, you swiftly made your way to your platform, not needing to take the smallest glance at the signs to be able to know where to go. By now, it was all muscle memory anyway.

As you approached the rails, your heels made contact with a prominent bump on the ground - causing you to stumble the slightest amount before you were able to regain your footing just like that.

Now, it was just the waiting game.

You were a professional at waiting. Patience was practically your middle name; it had to be if you wanted to get your previous job done quickly-

-or... the job you had currently. Right, this normal, little office job. You had to be patient when waiting for the printer to be done with your papers, or awaiting an email from a co-worker of yours. Patience was key.

Patience was also risky.

In the time that you were patient, so many things could happen. You could wind up with your hands tied up in a basement because you decided to be patient and wait for your friend; or you could wind up with a gun to your-

"Enjoy hell, you murderer!"

Now, your reflexes were normally stupendous. Out of this world, really. When someone wished to deliver a rapid left jab to your face, you would twirl your body to the side to avoid it. Or when they went in for an uppercut aimed to take out your jaw, you would take one step back too quickly for them to react.

You wished you could claim your reflexes were good in this instance too- but it had all happened so fast.

The flashing lights of the incoming train; the harsh shove against your back that sent you tumbling over the platform; and the searing, white, hot pain that exploded against your side like a highly reactive chemical would with water.

So quick. So sudden.

So painful...

For a split second, everything went black.

Then, your eyes opened back up again.

The first thing you noticed was that you were stood upright, exactly as you were before being pushed - waiting in almost the exact same position. The railways right in front of your vision would have been enough to trick you into thinking that was all a daydream; some cruel concoction your mind conjured up to punish you for your sins.

You would've believed that whole heartedly had it not been for the fact that you were no longer underground.

The light of the moon was barely prevalent with the harsh illumination that was emitted from the lamps of the train station. There were a lot more people at this platform than the one you were previously at, the chatter was also louder than before; lively and sporadic, as though nothing just happened. As though you didn't just die.

You blinked slowly, brain struggling to process what, exactly, had just happened.

You died... didn't you?

No way you went through that pain and didn't die.

Someone pushed you into the tracks as a train was incoming.

How could you have possibly survived that?

Your head glanced from side-to-side as you noticed the people around you - specifically, their features. It differed from the Western features you were used to seeing in your day-to-day life. Instead, they looked to be East Asian, Japanese if your geography skills were doing you justice.

Another thing you noticed were the signs.

They weren't in English, instead filled with the symbols your mind automatically associated with the Japanese language.

You were in Japan somehow.

Was this some sort of final dream?

No way you imagined all that pain- that abrupt slam against your side that caused you to wince just thinking about it.

Before you could further indulge yourself in the expanding, vast sea of your thoughts - a sudden pick-up in the breeze sent your hat flying straight off your head and towards your left.

A small gasp left your lips as your hand reached out, fingers stretching and just barely grazing the ridge before it picked-up speed once more and narrowly escaped your grasp.

It was then that you decided to rush after it, careful to steady yourself lest you stumble over your heels.

Luckily, you didn't have to move much for, soon, the ridge of the hat was caught by a set of fingers that grasped onto it before holding it out towards you.

Your own hand reached out, grasping the other end of your sunhat as you lightly pulled it down - ready to meet the eyes of the one who saved your beloved hat and thank them.

"'ere you go, love."

Your mouth fell open, agape in pure astonishment and disbelief.

The way this person didn't pronounce his 'h'; the way he gave you that specific nickname; those familiar incredibly handsome facial features that belonged to ATJ himself.

This person was-

"Tangerine..." You whispered lightly under your breath, voice practically inaudible as it was drowned out by your pure amazement.

"Sorry?" Your favourite character rose one of his eyebrows, cockney accent as prevalent as ever.

Was this guy really Tangerine? There was no way, right?

"Oh, uhm, I said thank you."

He nodded briskly, about to turn and board the train when a voice called out to him.

"Oi! You coming?"

Another cockney accent paired with the broader figure and unique, silver-dyed hair that belonged to the brother of your favourite character.

That was Lemon, there was no doubt about it.

And if that was Lemon, this was definitely Tangerine.

You watched as Tangerine's facial features shifted, brows furrowing and lips tugging down as he turned towards his brother's direction. "Yeah, I'm coming! Hold your fuckin' horses, mate!"

He then immediately turned back towards you, eyes slightly wider than before. "Beg your pardon, love. Sorry, I forgot there was a lady present for a moment."

His chivalry was cute, and his looks just made him all the more attractive in your eyes.

Before you could even realise it, your lips curved upwards into a huge smile and a small, amused giggle left them as your eyes shone with mirth.

Once again, you seemed to have caught him off guard, causing his eyes to widen a little more as he paused for a moment. But that was all it was, just a moment. The next, he was shaking his head and heading off towards his brother without another word.

Holy shit, you just met the Tangerine!

The same Tangerine that you gushed to your sister about, complimenting his strength and looks and amazing accent.

But if you just met Tangerine... and you just saw Lemon with him... did that mean..?

"Holy shit! I'm in Bullet Train!"

One of your hands rose up to your mouth, pure excitement coursing through your veins as you refrained from letting out a high-pitched squeal.

Although, it wasn't long before that excitement of yours shifted into pure, unadulterated horror.

"Holy shit. I'm in Bullet Train."

Somehow, some way, you had died and got transported into the world of a movie.

And of all the movies you could have been transported to, it just had to be Bullet Train - the movie that ends in this very train flying off the rails and crashing straight into the ground underneath.

How the fuck were you supposed to survive a train crash from a vehicle going two hundred miles per hour?! You weren't Ladybug, you didn't have insane levels of luck!

Okay, okay, everything should be fine so long as you didn't board the train, right?

Dear lord, was this all really happening right now? Were you seriously in your favourite movie?

The setting and two of the characters matched exactly so you must be in the movie.

But then, what the hell happened to you? Who pushed you into that train? If you died, what would happen to Lena?

If you seemed to recall correctly, that person referred to you as a 'murderer'. They must've known, right? And if they knew... then that meant they would go after Lena too.

She would be fine though. You were caught off guard, a moment of weakness - Lena never had one of those. She was always on guard; had been since you both first agreed to stop. She could handle herself.

Yeah, she'd be fine.

Right now, you had more pressing matters to attend to.

Perhaps if you never boarded the train, you could go about your life as normal? Maybe start a new life here, completely fresh? You knew enough Japanese to get by.

Maybe you could start a nice, little bakery and get cute regulars that always asked for the same order. You could hire sweet people to work as waiters or waitresses and create treats for those around you to enjoy. Maybe you could even find the man of your dreams and start a family?

Oh, who were you kidding?

How on Earth could you find another man when you were literally in the same world as Tangerine?

No other man could scale up to the handsome assassin with anger issues.

That's right, he was an assassin. Both him and his brother.

If you recalled correctly, their current mission was to keep the White Death's son safe and retrieve his briefcase of money.

The White Death was a very dangerous individual. The head of a very dangerous criminal organisation.

He was powerful. Too powerful.

Did you really want to get yourself wrapped up in that?

A light bump against your side snapped you right out of your thoughts, causing you to look straight at the cause of the interruption.

"Sorry, that was my bad."

Your eyes widened by a fraction, gaze landing on the face of Brad Pitt himself.

The main character had just bumped into you. Ladybug, himself, had just bumped into you.

Ladybug was yet another assassin who had almost no affiliation with Lemon and Tangerine except for one time where he was shot twice by Lemon on one of his missions. Ladybug used to be brash and temperamental but you believed that, during the events of this movie, he was trying to turn over a new leaf and get his job done as peacefully as possible.

Unfortunately for him, he was both extremely unlucky and extremely lucky.

And he would also later find out that this mission of his wouldn't turn out as peacefully as he hoped.

"Miss, you good?"

You blinked twice, suddenly capable of seeing the furrowed brows of the laid-back male in front of you. He was probably concerned considering the fact that you phased out right as he bumped into you and apologised.

"Uh, yeah." You smiled, nodding your head very slightly. "Thank you for your concern."

He reciprocated your smile with one of his own, eyes twinkling a little in what you deduced was delight. "It was no problem. Y'know I admire your capability of putting that little interaction behind you and moving on. You go, lady."

Lena always found his little bursts of, what you liked to call, 'spiritual awareness' extremely irritating - although, you begged to differ. You found it cute how hard he tried to turn over a new leaf and gain a new attitude towards life. It was nice to see him try.

"Thank you." You bowed your head again, lips still stretched into that smile.

He then excused himself, putting the phone in his hand back up to his ear and walking over to the lockers behind you.

Well, now was probably your queue to leave.

So long as you never entered the Bullet Train, you should be completely fine, right?

With that thought in mind, you turned around, taking one step towards the exit of the station...

...and then a face flashed through your mind.

The handsome features belonging to your favourite character, drowning and choking in his own crimson substance, desperately trying to warn the main character; to let him know of the danger he was with; the danger he was right next to.

That's right... Tangerine died in the movie, didn't he?

Could you really sit back and relax, in the same universe as your favourite character, and not do anything to save him?

You paused mid-step as your chest heaved outwards, a large sigh escaping your mouth before, ultimately, you twirled around; gaze set straight onto the bullet train in front of you.

Curse your favouritism for ATJ.

Alright, well, if you were doing this, you might as well do it with some sort of preparation. Entering a train with several highly-trained assassins and surviving it was no easy feat, after all.

If you recalled correctly, which you almost a hundred percent did due to how many times you had watched the movie, Ladybug retrieved all the aids for his mission from that locker he just went to. In that locker should be a gun which he never bothered picking up.

If you could get your hands on that, you would be able to hold your own pretty well.

It should be fine, you were over your past anyway. It was no longer a bother so you would definitely be able to pick it up again.

Besides, you weren't gonna use it lethally. You swore off of that ages ago.

Now, your only problem was how to keep Ladybug from closing the locker after he was done taking out what he needed from it.

How did one stop another from closing a locker?

It's practically done from muscle memory; an action not given much thought but done as habitually as breathing was - something which was not easy to keep someone from doing without physically harming them.

And you would prefer not to harm Ladybug for the contents inside his locker.

Maybe if you...

No, that wouldn't work.

What if you-?

Nah, that definitely wouldn't do it.

Perhaps you could-

Before you could even think about the third thing, a familiar grey hat passed you - the same hat Ladybug wore throughout the start of the movie.

Did he just pass you?

In panic, your head frantically did a full one-eighty, eyes landing on the blue rectangular spaces lined up in a shelf behind you, one of which was very slightly open - Ladybug's to be specific.

Well, that was convenient.

With a confident strut, you made your way straight towards the locker - eyes trained on the prize. You stopped just a centimetre away from the shelf before your dominant hand rose up and pulled it open, gaze landing straight on the dark object to the side; completely untouched and fully-loaded.

Your lips turned upwards in a sense of accomplishment, despite the fact that you hadn't done much to acquire this object in the first place. Still, you reached for the pistol with that sense of pride - although, it slowly started to ebb away the closer your fingers got to the handle, nerves causing them to start to shake as they drew nearer and nearer; almost like you were about to touch something you suspected was poisonous. But it wasn't poisonous, it was just a gun. You could pick it up.

Yeah, you could pick it up.

Your fingers lightly grazed the familiar cold metal, flinching back after only two seconds of contact, eyes squinting shut as though it was going to explode merely from your touch; as though it would kill you to hold it.

But it wouldn't.

It couldn't.

It couldn't harm you without anyone touching it.

You were fine.

With a small breath of air leaving your lips, you curled your fingers back around the weapon, picking it up and immediately hiding it behind your hat. You waited a few moments; as if to really ensure you would be okay; as if to instil in your mind that it wouldn't hurt you, wouldn't hurt anyone else using your hands.

Then you turned around - eyes widening way more than usual as you witnessed the train start to move and the doors start to close. Quickly, you rushed towards it stumbling a little on your heels before your foot almost got caught on a wedge in the ground. It was at that point, you decided 'fuck it' and lunged towards the door, just barely falling inside the capsule between carriages as you rushed to pull your knees up, narrowly avoiding the doors almost cutting them off.

You let out a sigh of relief before getting up and dusting yourself off, using both your hands to place your hat firmly back onto your head, pushing down on the ridge to do so.

When your hands lowered once more, however, you caught sight of that wretched thing in them once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat; refusing to leave it as the drum of your heartbeat echoed through your ears, growing louder and louder and louder. You could feel it in your ears, as though it traversed your veins from your chest all the way up to the caverns you used to be able to hear, blocking out every other sound so that it was the only thing you could listen to because of how selfish it was for your attention.

As if that wasn't enough, you could even feel it slamming against your chest over and over and over-

-and then it all just stopped.

Just like that, gone.

Your shrunk pupils enlarged once again, eyes landing on the now-empty gun in your hand - the cartridge loaded with bullets having fallen to the ground underneath you.

Without even thinking, you threw the cartridge straight out the open window.

After heaving a few breaths, you realised what you had just done.

"Ah, shit."

What use was an unloaded gun to you now?

"Woah, what are you doing, lady?"

A sudden voice broke you away from your thoughts and caused your eyes to trail up, meeting a certain pair of mesmerising blue ones that belonged to the main character of the movie. You then slowly trailed your eyes back towards the empty gun in your hand before meeting the blonde's eyes once more and slowly, ever so slowly, raising both of your hands up.

"This isn't what it looks like."

He rose an eyebrow, eyeing the gun in your hand and then looking at your face once more.

"Awh, man, lady - I really thought you were better than this. A gun? Seriously?"

"No, no!" You quickly denied, shaking your head from side-to-side. "Seriously, I- I wasn't going to use it maliciously, I swear!"

"Look, we can talk this through, yeah?" He rose one of his arms to the back of his head, scratching it rather awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah! Of course!" You agreed. "I'd love that!"

"Okay, so how about we put the gun down first, yeah?"

You took off your hat, placing the gun inside before fitting it right back around your scalp and saying, "there. Out of sight, out of mind."

He gave you that same skeptical look you had seen in the movie and, now, had seen twice in real life. Then he decided to leave it be.

"Do you mind if we have this chat after this call I have to take? Sorry, I don't wanna be rude or anything but I did kinda leave someone on hold."

Ah yes, he was speaking to his Handler, wasn't he? The woman who gave him the job as opposed to his sick co-worker Carver, who was actually played by your favourite actor, Ryan Reynolds.

"Oh, yeah, go right ahead. I don't wish to interrupt." You added a little, nervous giggle to the end of that sentence; if only to further push the harmless citizen act you put on.

Act? Sorry, no - it wasn't an act. It was the truth. You were a harmless citizen. All you wanted to do was save your favourite character's life; nothing more, nothing less.

"Could you, uhh, follow after me? Just, keep a little behind though. Y'know 'cause... it would be kinda rude if you listened in on my conversation." He looked to the side awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah, I could do that."

It wasn't like you didn't already know his exact conversation like the back of your hand anyway. But he didn't know that and neither did he need to know that.

You then watched as he entered the next carriage, being stopped by the staff member who asked for tickets as he proceeded to give the receipt for his ticket but not the actual ticket itself - just one of the many instances where his bad luck kicked in.

Soon enough, it was your turn to follow after, walking down the carriage a little nervously as you were stopped by the exact same guy.

"Ticket please."

"Ah, right." You let out a little, nervous giggle similar to the one you did earlier. "Lemme just..."

You pretended to look for the tickets on your person, fully knowing that you didn't have any considering the fact that you were... well- not really part of this world until you opened your eyes straight after dying.

Your nervous smile grew even further as his gaze grew more stern.

"One stop."

"I know." You sighed, giving up on the act.

You then moved past the man, not wanting to stay any longer under his scrutinising gaze. It wasn't your fault you didn't have a ticket! This world didn't even exist!

Or- well, it shouldn't exist. But somehow, it did.

The door to the capsule in between carriages slowly opened as you approached, allowing you to step through and see Ladybug scouring through the shelves, looking for the briefcase he was assigned to retrieve.

"Oh, uh," as soon as he noticed you, he stopped his search; hand pausing where it was as his head faced you. "So, lady, wanna explain to me what was going on back there?"

"Oh, well... I was just making sure it wouldn't get into anyone else's hands, y'know?" You looked off to the side, wondering how you were going to get away with sneaking a gun on a train right in front of the main character, loaded or not.

"Uh huh..." he sounded skeptical - rightfully so, you would be too if this happened to you. "Why don't you let me hold onto it for ya?"

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly ask that of you."

He gave you another skeptical look and you found yourself recalling The Prince's line in the movie, what was it again..? Ah, yes, 'the innocent girl act doesn't get you far when you have a gun in your hands' or something along those lines.

"Look, lemme just-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you started to spin on your heel and swiftly turned around, making you way back to the carriage you just passed - the carriage housing both Lemon and Tangerine if you recalled correctly.

"Wait! Lady!"

You chose to ignore his calls, continuing to walk until you reached the movement-sensitive doors that opened up for you once more.

Before you completely left, though, you gave one more glance over your shoulder, so sure that he would follow straight after you. You were proved wrong, however, after seeing him pause and reach one hand up to his earpiece, eyes immediately averting from your form over to the shelf once again.

The Handler must've-

Just then, your chain of thoughts was abruptly halted by a collision against your front side. The surface you collided with was rather hard, if you did say so yourself - so hard, in fact, that it caused you to lose balance on your heels - body beginning to stumble before a strong pair of arms caught your form.

"Fuckin' 'ell. Do you mind-?" An irritated voice paused mid-sentence. "Woah, you alright there, love?"

The familiar cockney accent had your heart beating right out of your chest and your head tilting up to peer through the ring of your sunhat and meet eyes with your favourite character himself.

Holy shit, Tangerine just caught you.

The Tangerine.

You could die (again) happy.

Dear lord. This was like all those scenes in those romance movies you would watch with Lena; the ones where the female lead would get caught in the male lead's arms and they would get lost in the endless pools of one another's eyes, drowning in the moment as time seemed to stop around them.

Just the thought that you were having that moment with Tangerine, your favourite character ever, was enough to fluster you beyond belief as a small, bashful smile stretched over your lips.

"'ang on..." he rose a brow, staring into your eyes with such intensity, you almost fainted then and there. "You're the girl whose 'at I caught."

"Yep, that's me." You let out a small, nervous giggle. "Sorry about bumping into you, I wasn't quite looking ahead of me."

At your words, his eyes trailed behind your form, furrowed with that irritated expression that seemed to never leave his face. "What? Is some fuckin' creep following you or something? You look worried."

"Oh no, not at all!" You quickly drew his attention away from Ladybug, not wanting to interfere too much with the movie's plot. "I'm just really clumsy. It's really hard to walk around in heels, haha."

"That so?" He rose a brow at your words but chose to press no further.

Instead, he slowly helped you back up onto your feet and you were so sure he would've left the interaction at that but you didn't want it to end so quickly. Call you selfish but, was it really too much to ask for your favourite character to stick around a little more with you.

So, in hopes of keeping him around for just a little longer, you winced and he immediately took notice.

In all his gentlemanly glory, he clutched your arms tighter and helped lead you over to the set of seats that were completely empty, aiding you in sitting down by helping to gradually lower your body.

Meanwhile, Lemon and the White Death's son both stared at you incredulously.

"Just... sit 'ere, yeah? 'Think those things may have twisted your ankle or something."

He was referring to your heels.

"Thank you, mister..?"

"Tangerine." He introduced himself before jabbing his thumb out towards his brother. "'E's Lemon."

You nodded, parting your lips before hesitating for a second. Should you give your real name? Everyone in the movie went by aliases, not a single real name was disclosed - other than Kimura, of course.

Then again, the reason they went with aliases in the first place was so that they couldn't have their personal information disclosed in the crime world. You literally had no personal information to your name.

Ah, fuck it.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Tangerine, Lemon."

The Brit then turned towards the Russian seated at the other window.

"See? She knows not to question it."

After that, he gave you a brisk nod and resumed taking his seat on the opposite end of his brother and the mob boss' son once more.

"Right, your daddy hired us to get you out of the trouble what you got yourself into, didn't you, naugh'y boy?" Tangerine smirked as he taunted the boy.

His words damn near drew out a chuckle from your lips had you not restrained yourself enough. One slip of the tongue and you could be regarded as a threat by the 'twins' (a debatable title), and you did not want to be seen as a threat to the people who ended up sawing the limbs off a dozen of the White Death's men in Bolivia.

So, to fully ensure that no suspicion was instilled your way, you turned your head to the side, facing the window that sped by the land of Japan at high speeds, providing a vivid yet beautiful view of the country.

But that didn't matter to you, all you cared about was the reflection of the three men in the glass - looking exactly like they did in the movie. This way, if their comments brought about a smile on your lips - they wouldn't be able to tell you were eavesdropping.

It was such a shame that you missed out on Lemon's tangent about Thomas the Tank Engine though.

"Why, uh, why Tangerine though?" The Son asked, bringing you straight out of your thoughts.

"Oh it's a sophisticated name." Lemon answered.

"Oh, fuckin' 'ell. It's not impor'ant, is it?" Your favourite cut in, looking as annoyed as ever. "What is impor'ant are the seven'een dead bodies we left getting you back from the triad that kidnapped you with plans to ransome you to your extremely psychotic, fucked-up father."

"Actually, it's sixteen." His brother corrected him. Although, he himself wasn't correct since he wasn't counting that one innocent person they killed.

"What's that now?"

"Sixteen kills, mate."

"Oh no, it was seventeen."

"Iiiit's sixteen." Lemon drawled out.

"Lemon, you're starting to get on my fucking tits." Tangerine scowled and you almost let out a giggle as you watched them bicker back and forth.

"It's sixteen."

"I'll smash my fuckin' 'ead through a brick wall."

"Well maybe that'd help your memory 'cause it was sixteen."

"The fuck is wrong with you, man?! It was seventeen goddammit," Tangerine slammed his hand against the table before continuing, "I wanna fuckin' strangle you-"

"Do you mind if we do this right now?" Lemon turned to the Russian male sat beside him.

"Don't worry about him-"

If you remembered correctly, now would be the time where they showed a montage of what happened with Lemon and Tangerine before they entered the train with the White Death's Son.

The montage was funny to watch but Lena begged to differ, scowling at each and every thing they did on screen; loathing the corpses they left behind and the way they carelessly killed other people as if she didn't-

-ah, what were the characters saying again?

"Our job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransome money inside." You heard the character with the face of ATJ say as he looked off to the side, eyes seeming to search for something and growing more frantic the longer he couldn't find it. "And I plan on completing my job and keeping-

"Lemon." He interrupted himself as he called to his brother, pupils stopping their wandering around to land on the other man.

"Hmm?"

"Where's the briefcase?"

"Oh I stashed it."

A pause.

And then, Tangerine placed both of his hands on the table, fingers intertwined with one another. "The case, Lemon. Go get me the fucking case."

The broader male got up to do just that, leaving the two other males on the table alone. You could practically feel the stress seeping from the male with a cockney accent.

"You're a liability, you know?" The Son spoke up again. "To my father."

"Hm?" The Brit left at the table perked his head up.

The Son leaned in, facial expression hard to decipher through the glass - but it wasn't like you needed to, after all, you watched the movie a dozen times before. "He doesn't need a reason to kill people like you, he needs a reason not to. Does he have one?"

The assassin paused for a minute, giving the other male a weird look before opening his mouth as if to respond. Before he could though, his phone went off and he reached for it - though, not without uttering one last sentence. "That's fucking confusin'."

He then picked up the phone and gave his greeting before the male on the other side asked him for The Son, if you recalled correctly.

"What? You mean this dickhead with the silly face tattoos? Yeah, he's sat right here."

Ah, so you were right. Of course you were.

"Yes, of course..." the male continued after a pause, leaning backwards and peering to the side to see Lemon's form stressing over the fact that, unbeknownst to him, Ladybug had stolen the briefcase. Once Tangerine saw, however, the confidence in his tone fell and his voice wavered as he continued, "...I've got the case..."

He kept the phone up to his ear for only a few seconds after as his eyes furrowed and a flicker of realisation crossed over them before the phone in his hand slowly lowered to his side.

After ending the call with one of the White Death's men, he strutted over to the capsule his brother entered - the way he walked almost made a squeal pass out of your mouth - the straight line across his lips, the furrow of his brows, the way he fixed his collar; it was all so smooth, you couldn't help but want to swoon.

Once he left though, your rose-coloured lenses slowly paved way for you to finally see the bigger picture; to understand fully what sort of a predicament you got yourself into.

Your life could be in great peril (once again) because of one specific character that was on her way to this very carriage to kill the White Death's son himself...

...The Hornet.

I just love that Tangerine apologises for swearing in front of a lady before going ahead and doing it again haha

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#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere male #tangerine #yandere tangerine #x reader #female reader #yandere male x female reader #bullet train #ladybug bullet train #lemon and tangerine #lemon bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #the prince bullet train #kimura bullet train

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Home - Diluc x Reader

A/N: I'm relatively new to Tumblr, never really used it when I was younger, was mostly a Wattpad, Quotev, and now an Archive of Our Own user. This is being cross-posted from my AO3 account with a slightly different username. ANYWAY-- Let me know if you like this stuff, I'm more than happy to do requests (because I struggle to come up with things to write on my own). Summary: You've been in a relationship with Diluc for so long, but it seems like the spark has been lost. You're debating on if you can even call Mondstadt your home anymore. How will Diluc take to the news of you wanting to leave him and Mondstadt behind?

Characters: Diluc, AFAB Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut/Sex, Bittersweet, light plot with porn, not beta read what so ever I barely remember the contents of this fic bro I wrote it so long ago

The land of freedom. The ability to choose what you wanted to do, to not have to bend to the call of your archon. It was a blessing, compared to many other surrounding countries who couldn’t break from the shackles of their home land. Mondstadt was such a beautiful country. Wide open grass fields, tons of smiling faces and helpful friends. It was like a place out of a true fairy tale. But even then, why did the person you cared for most, seem so restrained, so isolated.

It had been a lovely day hours ago, sun shining, a light breeze causing dandelion seeds to dance across the sky and find their way to new homes. Children running about with a laugh, creating memories with whom they loved. During this time you simply watched, watched the seeds fly, the children run, vendors laugh as they spoke with their regular patrons. They looked so happy, full of life. They looked right at home, something that was slowly becoming foreign to you in this country. Sitting silently on the bench and watching church goers walk past, you begin to stop consciously watching everything. The conversations around you become buzzing in the background as you lower your head.

Mondstadt has been your home for so long. You grew up here, born and raised just like many other Mondstadt children. You found the love of your life here. Yet, over time, things had begun to slip through your fingers. Your partner, always stoic, doing as much as he can on his own, you wondered if he even loved you anymore. Small romantic gestures had faded over time, the whispers of affection you two shared behind closed doors that were once multiple times a day were now so far and few between. Oftentimes, it didn’t seem like he wanted to reciprocate the affection. You clenched your hands tightly while they were folded up in your lap as your heart stung. You loved him so much, you still do, no doubt still will till your life was nothing, but you wondered if he felt the same. The buzz of the background came back into focus as you felt a water droplet land on your nose and a shadow cast over you.

“It’s time to go,” he said. You looked up from your lap to see Diluc staring at you with his never ending melancholic expression. You stared into his eyes for a moment, doing your best to search them for any love, any recognition of desire in them before being unable to find anything. You gave him a small smile, standing from your position and dusting your clothes. You went to reach for his hand, wishing to lace your fingers or slide your hand into his glove just to feel the warmth of your partner. However, he turned and began walking before you could move much closer.

“It’s going to rain so we should hurry back to the house,” he said bluntly. You watched his back as he continued forward, not turning once to see if you were following. You brought your hand up to your chest and clenched your fist. Your chest burned with sorrow, simply lowering your head and following him quietly. Maybe, your anxiety was right. Maybe, he didn’t love you anymore. If that were the case, why did he keep you around? Why did he allow you to stay with him, sleep in the same bed? Was it fun to him? Was it some kind of sick game so he could see you crumble before him? You couldn’t figure it out anymore.

You watched Diluc’s back as you walked behind him. When was the last time you had actually walked beside him, instead of in his footsteps? The sky began to blur gray as if to mimic your emotions, once right behind Diluc you were now slowing your pace, struggling to find a desire to want to keep up with him. Eventually the occasional droplet became two, and then seven, a light shower, before an outright downpour. Silently you stood in front of the Dawn Winery, finding it so hard to move your feet. It was as if someone had tied lead to them, and allowed them to sink halfway into the mud below. The rain beat down on you like thousands of small marbles, rough, soaking your clothes and hair. At some point you couldn’t tell what was the rain, and what were tears. You scrunched up your face, clenched your hands and finally fell to your knees in the mud and rain, letting a choked out sob escape your lips. This was it, maybe it was time to go.

“Dear, what do you think you’re doing?!” A feminine voice cried.

You finally felt the rain no longer pelting your skin as an umbrella was raised over you, Adelinde quickly wrapping a large blanket around you and trying to help you up while Elzer held the umbrella above the two of you. Adelinde and Elzer quickly rushed you inside, Adelinde chastising you for being in the rain and mumbling about Diluc being careless, though you hardly understood what she was saying as they became background noise. They began running around you, carefully trying to help you dry off by gently rubbing your head with a towel and requesting clothes be brought to you from the other household staff. Eventually the running and the noise finally stopped, causing you to look up. You noticed Adelinde and Elzer staring at you with concerned looks, worry written across their faces.

“Dear are you alright?” Adelinde asked. Confused, you looked between the two of them before bringing your hand up to your face, feeling that your tears had not yet stopped falling despite coming in from the rain. Quickly you took the towel and wiped your eyes before smiling and waving your hands anxiously.

“Yes, I’m alright I promise! I don’t know what came over me!” You laughed softly, quickly trying to play it off in hopes they would believe your lie.

“In all my years of seeing you here, I have not once seen you cry for no reason,” Elzer spoke softly. You sighed, reaching out to take one of their hands each, squeezing it softly.

“I promise the both of you… I will be alright,” you whispered. You didn’t want to cause them any fear or concern. The problems you had were with Diluc and Diluc alone.

“Warm and clean clothes have been prepared for you in your room, if you’d like to get changed we can bring dinner up to you–”

“No I’d… Please, I’d like to have dinner with Diluc.” You cut Adelinde off abruptly. If this was how life was going to be, you decided that you would rip the bandage off now, rather than waiting.

Adelinde gave a hesitant nod, taking your hand gently and helping you up. Both she and Elzer helped you to your room, still wrapped firmly up in the blanket to keep you from possibly getting sick with your drenched clothing. Once to your room, they both gave you a lighthearted bow before walking away and allowing you to entire your room alone. Shuffling inside, you shed the massive blanket off your shoulders as soon as the door was closed, shivering as the air rushed at your soaking clothes. You quickly peeled all the wet layers off, before drying your skin, and gently sliding into the freshly cleaned linens. You looked at yourself in the mirror closely, and wondered what about you had changed to possibly turn your partner away. You hadn’t gained any weight, you frequently got your hair trimmed but never styled any differently. You always put effort into your appearance, not for him but because you felt you looked amazing with the time and effort put into your appearance. Was it maybe too much for him? Was your vanity something he was disgusted by?

You continued to do small twirls and twists, looking at every asset of yourself and wondering, had you changed something about yourself to cause him to no longer love you? However, your thoughts were eventually disrupted when a light knock came to your door, alerting you that dinner was ready and you could make your way to the dining room. You reached out, gently sliding on some house slippers before leaving your bedroom and joining Diluc for dinner. A small glance around the room and you couldn’t see any maids about, and you wondered if maybe Adelinde had known this was something you secretly needed right now. Alone time to talk to Diluc.

A large space sat between the two of you. Diluc sat there quietly, no longer wearing his large jacket and gloves, much more relaxed and at ease as he ate. You, however, sat there, simply staring at your plate. Despite the hungry feeling in your stomach, the food didn’t appeal to you. Nothing appealed to you in this moment, the air felt too thick, the food smelt too sweet, everything was simply overwhelming. Diluc shifted his eyes from the plate he was currently cutting into, only to see you sitting across the table staring at your plate with your head down. Not eating wasn’t like you, whatever Adelinde made you always loved, and in fact he was positive this was one of your favorite dishes.

“Is there something wrong,” he asked.

“No, not exactly,” you muttered. You began to dig at your hand nervously under the table, scratching the inside of your palm.

“So there is something wrong?” Diluc raised his eyebrow in confusion as he put his fork and knife down to give his full attention to you. You tensed in your seat when you looked up and locked eyes, it was as if he was staring knives into your heart.

“I think… I plan to leave Mondstandt.”

After that there was a long silence. You couldn’t read Diluc’s face at all. Despite knowing him for years, living with him, loving him, being unable to read Diluc’s face was just something you learned to accept. However, thoughts were racing through Diluc’s mind. You had never discussed wanting or even planning to leave Mondstadt. Plus, it wasn’t like he could go with you to protect you. He had the winery, and with the ‘Knights of Favonius Foolary’ hardly doing their job, he had to work double duty to protect the city. His hands originally above the table slowly lowered to his lap, sitting up the tiniest bit straighter as he focused on you.

“You know I wouldn’t be able to go with you,” he said.

“I’m aware.. I didn’t intend for you to follow or come with,” the last sentence left your lips in a whisper. Diluc clenched his fists under the table before clearing his throat.

“Well if that’s the case, do you know when you intended to leave and come back?” He kept up his poker face, relaxing his fists and deciding to go back to eat to not allow his emotions to show. He raised his fork to his lip and took another bite as you spoke.

“I don’t intend to come back… Because I don’t feel loved here anymore Diluc.”

Another dreadful silence filled the air as Diluc swallowed his food and watched you sit there. As soon as the sentence left your mouth it took you biting your tongue to not just suddenly unload all your feelings at him in this moment. You tilted your head back to look at the ceiling, your eyes stinging as they filled with tears wishing so desperately to fall.

“What do you mean you don’t feel loved?” His question finally broke the silence, along with the dam you had built up in your heart.

“You act like I’m any average citizen of Mondstadt these days. Even when we’re home, here, it’s like I don’t exist. You never tell me you love me anymore, I can’t hold your hand in public, it’s like you didn’t even recognize I wasn’t walking behind you anymore today! I was left out in the rain, I couldn’t bring myself to want to come in!” You raised your hands quickly as soon as you couldn’t fight the tears anymore.

While you fought to keep your face dry, furiously wiping your eyes as the tears flowed, Diluc sat there shocked by your words before allowing them to sink in. It hurt to hear you say such things to him and see you in such a state because thinking long enough about it, you were right. He had been neglecting you and your desires. All the little things you wanted, just some whispers and the smallest of attention. The hand holding you loved to share during walks, the whispers of affection and soft kisses of happiness behind closed doors. He couldn’t remember the last time he had shared moments like that with you. In those moments, Diluc felt he could smile, he knew he could be happy with you and yet right now here he was on the verge of losing you because of his mistakes. Planting his hands firmly on the table he stood from his seat and walked over to the other end of the table as you continued to cry and express your emotions.You were too busy crying into your own hands to even notice he had gotten up before feeling him take your hands.

You opened your eyes to stare down at your partner. This was possibly the first time in so long you had seen him wear an expression other than annoyance or melancholy. He had taken your hands into his and squeezed them tightly as he knelt to the floor, looking up at you with a look of empathy. For once his eyes were readable, the guilt he had, the sadness and disgust he had with himself at your declaration of pain. Diluc hated himself in this moment as he looked at your tear streaked face, knowing it was him who caused you to be like this. He lowered his head and brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them ever so gingerly before looking up at you once more.

“You are the one thing in my life that has allowed me to feel something, to feel happy. I can’t believe I never saw how I took you for granted,” he whispered. He let go of one of your hands to now cup your cheek gently, running his thumb underneath your eye to wipe away the tears that still continued to fall.

“Do you still love me, at all?” You choked back a sob while getting the question out.

You shut your eyes tight, fearing the answer would be what you didn’t want to hear. You felt Diluc let go of your hands and heard him shifting his weight as if he was standing up. He was leaving you now, to sit back at his side of the table and tell you no, that he didn’t love you at all. That all of this was meaningless. However, it came as a delightful surprise when his fingers found the tip of your chin and tilted you up. Warm lips pressing against your and the sweet scent of grapes invading your senses. You looked up at your partner in surprise before lowering your lashes, raising one hand gently to grab hold of his arm, not wanting him to pull or run away. When he did pull away, he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek once more, caressing and holding your face close.

“I still love you as much as the day I first met you,” he whispered.

He was quick to dive back in for a gentle kiss, being as soft and tender with you as possible. You were fragile and hurt, he wanted to help you feel better but knew that, if you were truly tired of him and you didn’t want this, you had every right to pull away. Yet, you showed no desire to pull away. This was the closest you had felt to him in so long, you desired him closer. His hands against your cheeks were so warm, he was practically a radiator at times with how warm he got or felt the few times you held his hand or actually got to cuddle with him.You wished for his hands to touch you more, touch you in other places, but maybe that was too much wishful thinking.

“Then can’t you show and prove that to me?” It was meant to be a question, but between the both of you it sounded like a desperate plea.

Diluc was quick to sweep you off your feet, tucking one arm just beneath your shoulder blades and the other under your knees as he picked you up and held you to his chest. You quickly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders for fear of being dropped or slipping from his grasp. However, you doubt that could actually happen, considering how effortlessly he could swing his claymore. Diluc squeezed you as close to his body as he could, his grasp firm yet gentle as he kissed you passionately, doing his best to silence the fears and anxieties that had built up over time in your heart. He wanted to do nothing but shower you in affection for hours. The last thing he would ever want is for you to leave him. Carefully, he carried you back to the room you both shared on the first floor, nudging the door open and closing it with his foot before laying you gently upon the bed you shared.

You stared up into his scarlet eyes, tears no longer sliding down the sides of your face but instead a gently rosy hue painting their way across your cheeks. It had been so long since he held you, kissed you even; it was bliss. You reached a tentative hand up to his cheek, brushing some of his free falling red locks out of his face to state up at him. The silence right now was no longer as thick or stuffy as before. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but more so uncertain. Diluc wanted to show you the passion you had pleaded for, but he didn’t want to if you didn’t want to be with him anymore and truly desired to move.

“I love you Diluc, so won’t you love me back,” you whispered to him softly.

You scanned his face, looking for any recognition of what you said in his eyes, and seemed to watch his expression soften. You could tell he was anxious, he didn’t want to hurt you or cause you any more pain than what you had already been feeling. Seeing him care, seeing the bits of proof that he did still love you felt like it could make you cry all over again. With your plea to be loved back, he leaned in once more to softly take your lips once more. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, placing one knee on either side of your hips while placing his arms beside your head, trapping you beneath him. You raised her hands and placed them on his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin white shirt, feeling it tingle your hands and almost course through your whole body.

Eventually he pulled away, a small pant leaving your lips before he moved to gently kiss along your jawline, moving his hands to slip underneath your blouse. He traced his fingers across your skin lightly, like a feather across the wind. It left a shiver up your spine and goosebumps to raise, causing you to turn your head slightly and squirm. Diluc took advantage of your head turn, placing his lips softly against your neck and beginning to suck as his hand slid up to your breast, gently running his thumb over your nipple and teasing it. You brought a hand up to your face in order to quickly cover your mouth, not wanting any of the maids or those nearby outside the room to hear any noises. Diluc appeared unbothered by this as he continued his gentle motions; chewing and sucking on your skin to leave behind noticeable hickeys and teasing your breast.

“I’ve always loved you,” he whispered. You pulled your hand away to look up at him. He had pulled away from your chest and neck to discard his shirt and pull his hair free from the band that was pulling it back. He took your hand gently from your lips and brought it to his, kissing your knuckles once more before leaning in close.

“I will continue to love you till the day our lives depart from this world, and I’m sorry, to have caused you such unbearable pain.” You watched him as he whispered against your knuckles, staring deep into his eyes and feeling your heart clench as he admitted his desires for you. Diluc was never a man of apologies. He hardly apologized to Jean, never to Kaeya, in this moment he was giving you his full sincerity and you knew it. He meant this.

After he let go of your hand, he helped remove your shirt so he would no longer have to fight with it. Leaning down, he placed gentle kisses along the top of your breasts and all across your chests. He was appreciating every inch of you, whether you begged for him to do this or not he was going to make sure you knew you were loved. Eventually the warmth of his lips found their way to the nipple he had teased moments ago. Slowly he stuck his tongue out and licked over it before swirling it in a circle, using one of his hands to give attention to the other. He used his thumb to gently push and rub your nipple in circles, groping your breast tenderly with the rest of his hand before gently pinching and pulling. As he teased your chest, you felt yourself beginning to squirm again. Digging your feet into the bed while clenching your legs closed as if trying to fight the burning desire building in your hips. A slight cry of surprise left your lips when you felt him bite your breast hard enough to leave teeth marks upon the skin on the side. Feeling you squirm beneath him was satisfying to see and rewarding to feel. He smiled as he pulled away to look back down at you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss as he wrapped one arm around you to hold you close and allowing the other to slip underneath the rest of your clothes and between your legs.

“I have always loved you,” he whispered softly against your lips, “nothing could ever change that.”

You brought your hands up to hug him tightly to your body once more. One of your hands found purchase in his long locks as his hand found its way to your pussy. His long fingers worked gently against your wet folds, sliding gently and teasingly across your clit and then down between your folds, separating them before giving a small circle of his fingers. Your legs gave a small twitch as you held onto him, allowing him to make you feel good. He continued to tease softly, keeping his middle finger perfectly between everything, using the top of it to gently push and tease your hole before sliding back up to push against your clit before sliding them slowly back down and repeating the process. Feeling his fingers soaked enough and that you probably had enough teasing, he pushed his hand down gently and pushed his finger into you slowly. The delicious sound of you taking his finger in and feeling the wet gush of your walls was such a sweet treat in and of itself. A gentle gasp escaped your lips as you felt his finger slide in. Slowly he pushed his finger in and out, the soft and wet feeling of your malleable cunt had his own cock straining against his pants. He wanted you so bad, but he knew he’d take his time and enjoy this with you.

Eventually Diluc moved from kissing your lips to once again kissing your neck, allowing you to gasp and moan softly at the movements of his finger. You gripped his hair firmly, pulling and tugging on his red locks without too much thought as you turned her head and whimpered into the pillows. It felt like your hips were practically throbbing for more attention, more desire. You wanted more, and with the feeling of Diluc gently grinding his hips into your leg you could only assume that he wanted more as well.

“D-Diluc please,” you whispered. He quickly stopped his movements, looking at you quietly and waiting for your orders, wondering if maybe he had done something wrong and if you wished to stop.

“I’m alright to go further if you are.” You smiled softly up at him. He returned the smile in kind, leaning down and giving you a soft peck before sitting up and beginning to undo the buckle of his pants.

Diluc gave a satisfied sigh once his cock was free from the prison that was his pants. Using whatever slick from you that was still on his hand, he coated his cock with as he watched you gently remove the rest of your clothes. With his right hand he gently stroked himself to ease some of the pain of his desire, and used his other to gently cup your thigh and push your leg open.He looked down at your hips, pressing his cock head teasingly against your hole. He licked his lips as you felt him tease, sliding the head of his cock from your entrance, up between your folds and pressing gently against your clit in order to cover his cock in more of your juices. He continued to grind against your cunt for a second, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he watched himself work before looking up at your face. You were biting your lip and gently keeping your legs held open for him to do his work. God he wanted to make you beg for it, but as much as he wanted to tease you forever, he knew this wasn’t the right moment for it.

Diluc pulled his hips back once he saw your needy expression, pressing his cock head against your entrance before finally pushing with enough force to slide in. Feeling his cock spread you open was pure ecstacy you had missed for a very long time. Diluc continued to push slowly down, sinking his hips in til they were flush against yours, unable to sink his cock any deeper into you. You bit your lip softly, digging your nails into your legs and fighting back wanting to thrust your hips yourself or play with your clit. You had missed being this intimate with him so, so much and now you desired nothing but to do this all day if you could. Your thought process was temporarily stopped when you saw his weight shift above you and you felt yourself being hugged close. Diluc had brought his arms down to wrap around you tightly, pressing chest to chest as he simply lay on top of you for a second. You couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed in more ways than one. Your crazy desire to be ravaged by the man you loved and being overjoyed as he held you as close as he could. You brought your arms back up to hug him close, not wanting him to ever pull away or leave your side. You nuzzled your face gently into his shoulder as you whispered affection, unable to say anything other than ‘I love you’ to him.

“I’ll never let you go feeling unloved ever again.”

Diluc raised his hips slowly, a desperate cry leaving your lips before being replaced with a moan as he pushed his hips back in. Diluc squeezed you close and tight, your soft and supple skin like a large huggable stress toy to him as he began to thrust his hips into you. He never wanted to let you go, he never wanted you to be with anyone else or be anywhere else but with him and at the winery. He growled softly into your skin as his fingers dug into your hips from how he was holding you. The way your walls clenched so desperately around his cock as he pushed in and out. Your scent was like a drug to him as he held you close, thrusting into you with the thought of wanting nothing but to be by your side. You couldn’t help the moans of pleasure that escaped your lips, the fear of maids or any one else in the house hearing you no longer a thought in your mind as your nails dug into the skin of Diluc’s back. Feeling his hips smack into yours as he cock pushed deeper into your body after so long felt like a drug you could get addicted too. As he continued so many thoughts raced through your mind, you wanted to beg for more, deeper, harder, so many naughty thoughts ran through your mind but despite it all, at the top that never wavered, you never wanted to let this man go. You never wanted to do something like this with anyone else.

You took one hand from his back to cup his cheek and pull him in close, kissing him with passion as you pressed your chest into his. The warmth he radiated coupled with how close you two were had the both of you sweating. His hair began to stick to his skin as the scent of sex filled the room. Not that the smell bothered you or that either of you could notice since you were so desperately wrapped up in one another. While you pushed up happily into him, he responded in kind by thrusting faster. Feeling him push his cock balls deep yet keeping you close and tended to, had your eyes rolling in satisfaction. This was a craving you weren’t sure you could ever get enough of. As he continued to pound your thighs pink, you could hear his sultry groans and growls turning into heavy set moans, both of you edging closer and closer.

“D-Diluc! Please,” you whimpered desperately.

Diluc looked up through his haze and nodded his head slightly. He removed one arm from around your waist to instead snake it up and hold your hand. He kissed you with ferocity as he laced your fingers, thrusting his hips harder and as deep as both your bodies would allow. He dug his feet into the bed as he continued to thrust, while you raked your nails across his back. All of your moans were muffled by the passionate lip lock the two of you shared, continuing to edge each other little by little, just a bit more, it felt so good and intense. Keep going, you wanted him to keep going, til finally he gave one more deep push, and you felt your muscles tense. Diluc pulled away from the kiss to gasp before growling into your skin, cumming inside of you before gently and slowly pulling out. You breathed heavily, unable to control the sensitivity and the small twitch of your legs as you felt him pull out before clinging to him tightly, fearing he was completely pulling away to leave you. However, you were reassured when he moved to gently lay beside you instead so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight. There was a comfortable silence, the only sound filling the air was the labored breathing both of you shared. You hugged him tight, despite the sweat and mess you both had just made, you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. This time, it was reciprocated as he pulled you in tight and pressed his nose into your hair.

“I love you, so promise me you won’t leave Mondstadt.”

“I promise.”

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A Night of Revelry and Romance

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Characters: Zoro x GN! Reader (member of the Straw Hat crew)

I mention most Straw hats, with a few having lines

Warnings: Alcohol // undertones of excitement (nothing explicit) // drunk reader//

Word count: 3,001

Personal Notes:

Thanks for all the likes on my first fanfic! Huge boost of confidence, helping me bring more~

This was going to be a Sanji x amab! Reader, but that didn’t happen. I had bullet points and everything! I did the opening and then ignored the whole story with Sanji. So, if it has jealous Sanji undertones, that would be why.

I’m thinking of adding a short part 2 that is NSFW, we shall see idk.

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You had just finished a battle, leaving a nearby island that you had attempted to restock on. The crew gathered some things you needed, but you were interrupted not long after arriving. The battle wasn’t hard, but it felt like never ending waves of marines. You were sitting on the deck when you could hear your captain insisting on a party. You guys didn’t have a hard fight, and besides some minor cuts and bruises, everyone was fine. Luffy probably just wanted an excuse to eat half of the rations you gathered and have fun.

You were exhausted after the fight, but you always found yourself ready for the drinks, and all the good food you would have after an amazing battle. You couldn’t help but agree with Luffy, unfortunately setting his party in stone.

The night had fallen, with singing ringing as everyone partied, and food being served constantly. Everyone was on the deck laughing, sharing drinks, and eating their fill as Sanji worked hard to help keep everyone fed and happy.

You were quick to set yourself across from Zoro, his eye looking over you, observing you as you sat down. His eyes lingered on your body till he saw you move, grabbing the nearby bottle, and putting it between you two.

“I think I’m ready for a rematch,” you said with a cocky smile.

The swordsman laughed at your statement. You would often have drinking games between you two, however you would never win. You couldn’t hold your liquor, and you sure couldn’t keep up with him.

“Sure, I have some cups for us. I don’t plan on losing, however” he spoke, grabbing two cups he had already used previously.

You are doing everything in your power to keep up with Zoro, but both of you know you can barely drink, meanwhile, he could go all night long if he wanted. Yet you had a bad habit and were determined to try, regardless of your losing streak.

The crew often loved watching your games, honestly, you think the crew just liked watching you fail. Luffy would cheer you on with Ussop, but others just enjoyed the way you acted after you lost, dancing with everyone. Some, however, weren't amused with these games you always attempted. Jinbe even gave people a limit on what you were allowed to have, they laughed it off at first, thinking the worst you could do is get sick, like usual, till one night you had alcohol poisoning and was put out of commission for a while. They lost you, and Chopper on a mission while he took care of you on the ship.

You could drink about a quarter bottle of hard liquor before someone timed you out due to your new rules, tonight you managed to share one whole bottle with Zoro. Everyone was having fun and after another round of food moved on leaving you two alone. This means the only one involved in your dumb game was the drinking master himself.

You grabbed the bottle, trying to pour one more round of drinks, spilling a bit on the table when Zoro grabbed the bottle from you, taking it for himself.

“You lost, give it up before you make the Sunny a mess like last time,” He said drinking directly from the bottle

“Hey, I’m doing amazing right now! You throw up on the deck just a few times, and no one lets you finish having fun!” You pouted; face red from the alcohol

You hear laughing from Franky who noticed the yelling. “a few times? You mean every time, until we started stopping you.” He said walking over, looking down at you sitting on the ground.

You just pouted, knowing he was right, and fighting was pointless. You made yourself the resident lightweight, who was unable to know their limit and often found themselves sick, or worse. You attempted to grab the bottle again, but Zoro just pulled away, causing you to grumble and admit defeat.

“Just let it go, we still have lots of food,” Franky said patting your head before walking away.

The party raged into the night, however clearly someone still wanted you to party. Just about every two hours Zoro would be handing you a drink, keeping you just drunk enough not to vomit all over the deck. This was your ‘little secret’, keeping it semisecret, mostly from Jinbe. Zoro was careful not to have you ruin the party, living in the now. You would most certainly be feeling this in the morning, you were completely hammered, and at this point, Zoro was also feeling the hours' worth of drinking taking hold of him.

You closed your eyes enjoying the night’s breeze, leaning against Zoro’s shoulder, head resting on him. The nice was officially starting to slow down, Luffy went into a food coma about 30 minutes to go, and the other Straw Hats were starting to pass out around the deck of the ship. They could have gone back to the cabins, but the night was cool, and those who liked to sleep in the bed had already returned.

You felt a bump on your arm, opening your eyes to see Zoro was handing you another drink. Sanji had told him about 3 times already he should have stopped by now, but here he was, handing you another drink against Sanji's best wishes. You down it in one gulp, looking at the bottom of the tiny ceramic cup. You noticed it was less than the others he has already handed you.

“Smallest one yet, just a little one, I.. Did you know you’re comfortable? You said, completely out of it, nuzzling into the man next to you.

He smirked, looking over at you, then your cup. “We need to go to bed.”

You grumbled, leaning forward, then attempted to get up. He was right, and you wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer. You could have slept on the deck but preferred the bed. You felt wobbly, reaching over to try and support your weight on Zoro’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you might be!” You said as you started to fall face first. Zoro’s eyes widen, quickly grabs you by the arm and pulls you back, putting you in his lap. He let out a sharp sigh, looking down at you in his lap.

“I told you Moss Head!” Your head is spinning from all the movement, but the cook's voice catches your attention, causing you to look up at him.

“Hey, Hey I’m fine! I just got dizzy and took a tumble, no harm,” you said waving him off, leaning back into Zoro, touching his cheek. “You’re handsome, did you know that?”

Sanji stared at you two blankly, you touching Zoro's face the whole time. Sanji couldn’t help but blush, looking at you all flushed, unable to control your intrusive thoughts, barely even able to hold a conversation. Sanji sighs, trying his best to ignore you two, grabbing the dishes nearby.

“Take them to the cabins, and please, put them on the bottom bunk.” He said, giving you one last look, with you moving on from Zoro, looking up at Sanji. This was his sign to walk away, giving Zoro one last angry look before he took the dishes inside.

Zoro takes you off his lap, getting a groan from you in protest as you lay on the deck, starfishing. He groaned, grabbing your arm to hoist you up effortlessly. He put his arm around your waist, helping stand you up.

“Aw, are we going to bed already?” You said going limp, forcing him to hold all your weight or drop you.

“Almost everyone is already asleep. AND DO YOU NEED TO MAKE THIS HARDER” he said dragging you inside, against your desires. He lifted you, carrying you against his side, since you refused to help him and even attempt to walk. You just hang limp in his arms, legs dragging the ground as you just let the other man carry you.

The two of you make it back, probably faster than if you attempted to walk with him then be stubborn and let him carry you. Zoro tossed you on the lower bunk of the beds. He started walking away, and by instinct you reached out, grabbing the man's thigh, nuzzling into it. His eyes widen, looking away as the faintest blush spreads on his cheeks.

“Let go, you’re wasted, and I would like to go to bed as well,” he said, refusing to look down at you.

“Join me then,” you said innocently, pulling at his pants.

“Hey! Watch it!” he said, quickly taking your arms off him. He pushed you, forcing you to roll over, closer to the edge of the bed.

You smiled up at him knowing he wasn’t fighting you, patting the spot next to you. The swordsman climbed in with a roll of his eyes, laying his arm out. With you quickly move to use it as a pillow.

“woooo! Slumber party,” you yelled, nuzzling into his side.

“Hey! Keep it down” he said with a grumble,

Zoro looked down at you, with you now fully nuzzled to his side asleep. He watched you for a moment, amazed at how quickly you passed out. You were going to drive him crazy, and he knew it, this was a battle he knew he would lose, but did he even care to win this one? He should have stopped you before you got this far, but he was enjoying himself against his better judgment. He liked you clinging onto him, even if you wouldn’t be all over him like this normally. He sighed, closed his other eye, and quickly fell asleep next to you as you cuddled up to him.

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You wake up, groaning in displeasure from the screaming pain in your head. You roll over, seeing nothing but a set of eyes peering over at you. You sit up quickly, banging your head on the bed above you. You grab your head groaning deeply, now you didn’t only have a hangover, but also a bump on your head making the pain so much worse. You look over, hearing nothing but the laughing of your captain, now ringing in your head.

“Luffy, what the hell!” You yell out, agitated by the shock of him watching you while you sleep. You go to put your hand beside you but feel something. You look down and notice Zoro is still passed out in your bed. Your face lights up a deep red.

“Sanji said to come get you for breakfast. He said I couldn’t eat until everyone at least showed up.” Luffy said between laughs, barely able to talk as he gasped for air.

“I got it Luffy, I’ll wake up Zoro and be down. Please just be quiet as you go, I don’t know if my head can handle much more” you said, closing your eyes, trying to catch your bearings.

Luffy smiled, excited for dinner about to start “Next time I want to join! Sleeping in one big bed sounds like a lot of fun!”

You lean forward, using Zoro’s chest to stabilize yourself “LUFFY GO” You yelled, embarrassed and flustered.

“You want to get off me?” said the man below you, stirring awake at the pressure and yelling. You quickly pull back, clearing your throat. “Yes, sorry,” you said meekly “Luffy said breakfast is done.”

He groaned and stretched, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m embarrassed by my actions,” you said, scooting over to sit beside him.

“If I didn’t want something, I could have stopped you,” he said coldly, standing up to stretch again from sleeping in a slightly uncomfortable position.

You got up to join him, walking to leave the room. The two of you knew if you didn’t leave soon you would get another visit from the captain, significantly hungrier.

You finally make it to the mess hall, head spinning in pain, holding it, wincing at the lights. You looked up, seeing that Zoro was acting the same as always, completely unbothered by all the alcohol he consumed the night before. You, however, regret last night, just like you did every single party. You are going to just head inside next time, no party for you!

When you two make your way to the mess hall. You instantly walk to get a glass of water, Sanji already having one ready for you. You quickly take it from him, earning a sigh from Sanji as you drink the water like you haven’t seen any in days. He walked away, starting to bring out the food.

You watched as people started to eat, trying to keep food away from Luffy. You loved to laugh at the chaos, but today it was more than you could handle.

“If you’re not going to eat your food, I will” Luffy proclaimed quickly reaching to grab the food at your usual spot.

“That’s fine, if I eat now, I think everything I managed to keep down yesterday will come up.” You laugh nervously, leaning against the wall to watch everyone.

“Do you need anything for your stomach?” Chopper asked, looking over at you

“yeah, that will help, and my head. I think I will go get some fresh air, skipping on breakfast,” you said, pushing off the wall, and waking for the door.

“Luffy can have my portion, wouldn’t want anything to go to waste,” you said with a soft chuckle. You opened the door, left the room, heading outside to get some fresh air.

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You were lying down on the deck and had been for about 10 minutes. The morning air was refreshing and chill. You closed your eyes, focusing on only your breathing for a few minutes till you could hear footsteps. You crinkle your nose, attempting to ignore whoever it was, but you could hear them approaching you. They stopped right at your head and were waiting for you to say something, however, you were hoping that by pretending they didn’t exist they would go on their way.

“I know you’re awake Y/N,” said the figure above you, now blocking the morning sun from your face. You knew from the voice alone that it was Zoro, you thought about ignoring him but decided against it.

You lifted a hand to your eyes, then opened them slowly to look at him. “Yeah, I’m awake.” You said in a grumble, noticing he had a cup of water. He noticed you looking, squatting down to put the cup next to your head.

“Here, Chopper gave this to me. I had to bring it out,” he said before sighing and sitting down near your head. You get up half hazardly, drinking what you were given. You quickly face away and start coughing at the taste after you have about half of it. Chopper could have given you something with flavor in the drink, this was awful and made you wish you said no. You heard a chuckle from the man beside you, causing you to look back over to him. You were going to give him an attitude, but after everything, you couldn’t do it.

“Thanks, for a lot.” You said, grateful for him the night before, the flush returning to your face. You thought of how you two slept in the same bed and couldn’t avoid bringing it up. “So about last night”

“Don’t worry about it, you wouldn’t let go of my thigh. I was also tired and didn’t want to fight you to go to my bed. You fell asleep right after I laid down.” He said, waving you off, the slightest pink on his face. “Luffy told everyone, and they got a kick out of it.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, putting your hands in your lap, and staring down at your fingers. You didn’t want to embarrass him, but he didn’t seem angry with everyone finding out.

“I think next time, I might keep you sober, however,” he said, a smirk on his face, peering over at you.

You perk up, looking over, searching his eye for answers. “Next time? I’m not declining, but why?”

“Well, it was a good sleep, and Luffy said he wanted to join in your ‘slumber party’ as you called it,” he said, nudging you. “Although I don’t think I’d mind it being just us,” he said in a soft growl leaning into your ear. He could have attempted to keep his excitement and attraction to himself, however, when you grabbed onto him last night, he knew he wanted more.

“Hey Zoro, I have a question,” you stated, with him pulling away from your ear, quickly coming back to reality

“yeah, go ahead,” he said bluntly, clearing his throat.

“I like you, and while I do enjoy this teasing, I do. I think I want to know if you feel the same, or if this all just to get a reaction out of me?” you said looking him in the eyes, not backing down from him till you get a response.

Zoro looked at you shocked; he wasn’t expecting that right now. He blinked a few times, looking to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m not completely sure if it was a spark of desire, or if I like you. I’m willing to try, however.” He couldn’t help his creeping blush from growing. He just wanted to tease you honestly, but here you were asking him out.

“Yeah, I think I would like that. That is if you fully agree!” You couldn’t hide your excitement and growing smile at the swordsman’s words.

Zoro groaned at the awkward moment you two wad having, grabbing you, and pulling you onto his lap.

“Go back to relaxing, and shut up,” he said, holding you closely.

You smiled, leaning into his chest with a smile, keeping quiet, listening to his quickly beating heart.

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 10 months ago

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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 18)

Tw: nothing much, also boring chapter its just some filler and introduction of another character, cause if its only between yves and monty its gonna get old quick . So i threw in a sacrifice side character

Part 19

Mr Jones nodded. The ride will take an hour. You hope Yves won't be grieving over that $200.

While waiting in traffic, you stared out of the window. Watching the planes in the distance roam in the air.

"Mx (name), I heard that you will be starting your semester orientation tomorrow."

You confirmed it, he asked which University you go to. You told him the name of your university.

"Ah, that is a prestigious university. My daughter received a scholarship to study there!" He bragged as a proud father.

"Her name is Evangeline, Do you by chance know her?"

You doubt so. The only person you hung around with is Yves, and you only started doing that after your exams.

"My daughter has a green thumb, she loves her plants and flowers. So much so, she pursued a degree in botany!"

You scratched the back of your neck. Evangeline Jones from Botany. She sounds familiar.

It isn't like you were a complete recluse. You did attend orientation and made a hoard of temporary friends. The friendships never seem to go anywhere, so you slowly fall out of touch with them. To the point that neither of you say hi to each other upon passing by.

You used to have a whole phonebook of contacts that gave you the illusion that you're popular, but you deleted almost all of them except for a select few group members. You think you have seen an "Evangeline Jones" before.

"But..." His smile fell. "My poor daughter is having a hard time fitting in. She would complain to my wife about how she barely has any friends."

You hummed in acknowledgement. You understand the feeling.

"She used to, but they were jealous of her and started spreading horrible rumors about my child. My daughter takes a lot from my wife, so she's naturally beautiful! It's just... such a shame she met the wrong group of people."

Wait a minute...

You asked if Evangeline is blonde.

"Yes! That's right, she has the most beautiful blonde hair. She got her blue eyes from my wife, her nose from me and lips from the of us."

Oh.

Poor girl. You never spoke much to her, but during the times you did, she was the sweetest, most soft spoken person you knew. There were rumors going on about her stealing someone's partner. You don't know how true it was, but you can say for certain she is beautiful.

You've seen her eating by herself at random outdoor places. But you've never cared to make contact.

She obviously cannot compare to Yves's levels, but she is definitely a lot higher than average.

"Say, how about this, Mx (name). The florist she works at is just a couple of steps away from this Ice cream parlor of yours. I know you're a kind soul and you two would be great friends! I bring you to meet her and I won't charge this trip. How does that sound?"

You shrugged. Why not? Less burden on Yves's bank account and you get to have a friend. So you agreed.

"Perfect! Trust me, Mx (name), you and Evangeline will be the bestest of friends! She will be the sweetest girl you've ever met!" Mr Jones was extremely happy. You guess it's because it hurts to see your own child being alienated by her peers. He is a good father, doing what he can to help her make friends.

Though, you don't know if this is the best way to do it. Perhaps to some other clients, it's considered unprofessional at best, perverse at worst. Maybe he could just tell that you're a normal student.

Or... it's probably because he heard you bawl your eyes out in front of Yves about how you didn't have friends.

Yeah, that's the most plausible reason. How embarrassing.

The glass door swung open and the bell struck against the frame. Alerting the person behind the counter that someone entered the store.

"Hi sweetie! There is someone I want you to meet."

"Oh! Hi Daddy! Who is it?" She was tending to a bucket of petunias. Evangeline stretched her neck to see who is trailing behind him.

You emerged behind his back and waved awkwardly.

Evangeline gave you the most dazzling smile as she greeted you.

"Hello, welcome to Nancy's florist. I think we've met before, haven't we?"

You told her yes, you met her from orientation.

"Ah! I remember now. It's nice to see you again, how are you?" She asked.

You replied that you're fine and returned the questions.

"Mm, Well. I'm nervous for tomorrow. You know, first day jitters." She giggled, but you could tell she is uncomfortable. Most likely wondering if you knew of the rumors.

"I see you two are well acquainted! That's good!" Her father gleefully remarked.

"How did you come across..." She tried to remember your name.

You refreshed her memory.

"(name)! Yes. How did you come across each other?"

"Well, Sir Yves hired me to become their chauffeur for the week."

Evangeline puts her work away and wipes her hands on a nearby hand cloth. She's only slightly taller than you are.

"That's great, daddy." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Did... they request to come here?"

"Oh! No. They wanted to visit the Ice Cream parlour down the street. Say, sweetie. What if you take a break and get a bit more acquainted with them with some good ol' ice cream." He grinned.

Suddenly, horror consumed her expression.

She turned to you.

"I'm so sorry. My dad is- my dad was just trying to help me find some friends. He's always like this. This isn't the Ice cream shop, (name)."

You said that it's fine. It's near her florist anyways.

"There isn't an Ice Cream shop anywhere near here. The next one is a 15 minute drive away."

Oh.

You suck as maps then.

"Oh, it's fine. I'll drive both of you there."

"Daddy." She seethe through her clenched jaw.

"They're also looking for friends! I don't see the harm in introducing you to them."

You opened your mouth to say something but was cut off by Evangeline.

"You can't just do this to your clients! It's so unprofessional!"

"Mx (name) agreed to it!"

"That's because they're nice! What would Sir Yves think of this!?"

"I'm not charging him for this trip!"

"Then you are making a loss for my sake! You're wasting their time and yours, daddy! They wanted to go to an Ice Cream Shop, you brought them to a florist!"

"Come on! They're also looking to make friends, aren't you, Mx (name)?"

They both stared at you. You began freezing up under the pressure.

The bickering was interrupted when a customer entered the shop.

She greeted them albeit shakily and worked to serve them.

You left the building out of embarrassment.

In the end though, her father convinced to close up early for the day and go to that Ice Cream parlor with you.

He drove off after dropping you and his daughter.

"So... um." She fiddled with her ice cream spoon. Her strawberry flavored one is starting to melt and drip onto the plate under the cup.

You weren't paying attention because you're snarfing down the ice cream. It was the best you ever had. Since you have a fresh injection of five grand into your account, you can buy as much as your heart desires.

"What did you hear about me?" She asked. You stopped and looked at her. She's staring at you with a straight face.

You asked what she meant by that.

"You know..." She tried to vaguely gesture to something.

You told her you heard rumors of her sleeping with a taken man.

"There we go." She fell back into the comfortable chair and rolled her eyes. Her blonde hair, blue floral, off-the-shoulders sun dress fluttering along.

You asked if it was true.

"No. It wasn't. That was such a horrible thing, I would never do that! I... I didn't understand why she would tell such a lie." Evangeline had her sights downcast.

"Did you believe it, (name)?" She looked at you.

You had to wait a few minutes to recover from your brain freeze.

Once you're done, you told her you didn't pay attention. Or cared, you were struggling to pay your own rent and that occupied the entirety of your mind.

She looked relieved. "I'm sorry to hear that (name)."

You told her not to be, you managed to scrounge enough to pay for that month. You're in a much better position now, financially.

She gave you a polite smile. "Well, I'm glad to hear it."

There was an awkward silence between the two of you again.

"Umm. Are you ready for tomorrow?"

You said no.

"Yeah. Me neither."

Crickets again.

"What classes do you have?"

Your eyes widened. You forgot to choose your timetable!

"What!? You're supposed to do that two weeks ago!"

You logged into your student portal. Only to see that your timetable has been allocated.

Huh? You don't remember...

You checked your University email. It was almost like blowing metaphorical dust bunnies and cobwebs off. You have not opened it since the end of last semester.

You saw an email sent in by Yves two weeks ago.

"(name),

I assume you will be reading this a day before the beginning of your second semester.

I enrolled you in your required courses and allocated your classes for you. I gave you a few reminders prior to the deadline.

Please be mindful of your passwords. You wrote your login credentials on a piece of sticky note I found in your bag while cleaning. You also had your banking information and the PIN number of your debit card on it. I strongly recommend using a digital password manager, I will cover the monthly fee for you.

Well done on your exams. You have achieved exemplary results. You were being too harsh on yourself as you received a high distinction on each paper. I am very proud of you, (name).

Best of luck returning to academia. Come see me if you need additional support, be it emotional or financial. I will provide it in any way I can.

Love,

Yves"

That's right. You didn't even bother to check what you got for your exams. Fully believing that you're failing each subject, you just wanted to enjoy your holiday with Yves in peace. You didn't want to know.

You can't believe you got straight As though. It's crazy, all you did was cry in that exam.

"What's up?" She asked. You've been staring at your phone for a while.

You said nevermind, it's been settled. She also visibly relaxed.

"Thank goodness. Hey, I think we have the same class."

She pointed at your timetable.

That is interesting.

"We could meet up!" She clapped her hands in glee. "And we could go for lunch too, this is great!"

You matched her energy and cheered in the parlour. Attracting some eyes due to the rowdiness.

Both of you cower in shame and laughed it off.

The afternoon was spent awkwardly trying to make conversation with each other.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc Montgomery

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Displacement (2/2)

John "Soap" MacTavish('09) x Reader x John "Soap" MacTavish('22)

Warnings: Mentions of character death (Ghost and Roach), no y/n used, no pronouns other than they/them used a few of times.

You can't help but find it difficult to get used to your new surroundings.

It's finally here!!! I meant for this to be out a week after the first part, but school got busy lmao

Read the first part here

There are a few things you have noticed after being thrown in here.

One, the year is 2023.

Two, You are married to John (or Johnny as he likes being called) in this timeline.

And three, you don’t work in the military, you are no longer with Task Force 141.

That third one hit particularly hard. Your task force was a huge part of your life along with John.

You faked memory loss, thinking it was a smart move for now. You doubted they would even believe you if you started spouting that you were not from here. Even to you, that sounded crazy.

‘Because it is…’ you thought bitterly.

This universe wasn't in World War III, you weren't complaining though, that was the mission after all. You still had a hard time adjusting, especially with him around, Johnny. The man who wears your husband's face. Well, you guessed you're even… since technically you were wearing his wife's face? That's how you saw it anyway.

He was worried about you, often asking if you were okay. You could never really answer him, just stare and nod. You felt so foreign here, out of place, and you missed John so much it made you ill. You wondered what happened to him? Was he okay? Something told you he wasn’t. With where your mind was going this was going to be a long hospital stay…

It's been two months since you've woken up. Your mind convinced you it was some weird coma dream.

‘People have those, don't they?’ You thought, staring out the living room window. You felt silly mourning the loss of some older version of yourself and Johnny. It was morbid of your brain to think of how Ghost would die, or mourn the loss of two others you ‘barely knew.’ You found it funny how Price looked in your dream, older, a little unhinged. Gaz was what scared you the most in terms of dream Gaz, you didn't want to think about it.

You met them briefly, Task Force 141, Johnny's teammates, and friends. They all seemed very concerned about you, maybe even a little guilty like they caused the accident. You assured them you were fine and mentioned that the doctors said you were healing quite nicely.

“Aye, but they… have memory loss, can't remember a damn thing… the doctor said it looks severe,” Johnny spoke in a hushed whisper when you went off to fetch something.

“They can't remember anything?” Kyle spoke.

“Yeah, and I'm talkin’ like their whole life, it's like they're a new person… Can't even remember our weddin’ day, our first meetin’, or… anythin’” Johnny could feel his heartbreak just speaking it out loud. A painful reminder of what happened, he thought maybe someone was punishing him. Probably was, for the things he's done. He gave a deep sigh, as Kyle gave him a reassuring pat on the back. Price and Simon both frowned, giving the Scot a sympathetic look, that's when you decided to enter the room again.

“Bonnie yer… are ye okay? Ye've been starin’ out the window for a while…” you heard Johnny speak softly. You turned to look at him, nodding your head softly.

“Yeah sorry, just… I guess I'm reminiscing on some weird dream I had while in that coma,” you admitted.

“Hm? Dream ye say? Do ye want tae talk about it?” John sat near you on the couch and pulled you into his arms. It was comforting being in his embrace.

“Hm, not much to say other than… I guess I just dreamt of a whole other life for us? You were there, though you were a bit older… definitely more handsome in my dream,” you gave him a cheeky grin.

“Looks like I've got some competition,” he paused to chuckle softly. “But older you say? Were ye dreaming of tae future or somethin’?” Johnny asked.

“Hm, you could say that… though there are differences in dream John and you in real life.”

“Aye… and what's that?”

“Well for one he was a bit taller than you,” you snickered.

“Aye!”

“And well he didn't have an arm tattoo, like you do he had one on his neck, a revolver,” you paused to think, your mind was getting a little muddy on details.

“Oh! And your scars are different, that's all I seem to remember at the moment...” you finished. Johnny was silent for a moment, absorbing this new information. It was nice hearing you talk again, even if it was about this mysterious other version of himself.

“Damn, sounds like one handsome bastard…”

“Johnny…”

“What I'm bein’ serious,” he muses.

Something weird was going on, you couldn't place your finger on it. It all started with a pair of jeans. What scared you was that you vaguely recalled wearing them somewhere. You placed them down on the floor and stared at them.

‘Of course, I wore them somewhere they're pants…’ You thought, thinking it was silly you were worried about jeans. You shook your head, grabbing them off the floor but that's when something slipped out from the pocket. One fell with a hard thunk and the other fluttered to the ground. You pick them both up. One was a simple wedding band on it was an engraving, two sets of dates

xx-xx-‘07

xx-xx-‘09

The other item made your heart drop in your stomach. Time seemed to stop as familiar sets of eyes were on you. John Price, Ghost, John “Soap” MacTavish, you. In the corner of the photo were the words ‘OP Kingfish.’

This was it.

The evidence that your ‘coma dream’ wasn't a dream after all. How could you think it was a dream? How dare this world make you think your John was a dream, your world. You assumed it was the universe trying to make you ‘fit in,’ but that begs the question, how did your stuff get here? You shoved the ring and photo in your pocket as you heard Johnny walking over to where you were.

“Hey Bonnie, are you almost done gettin’ ready? Simon texted saying he was at the bar already,” Johnny watched you as you put the jeans back in the closet.

“Yeah I'm ready, can't keep the man waiting,” you smiled though it didn't reach your eyes.

While watching Ghost and Johnny converse you felt the ring and photo through your pocket for the tenth time. You worried they would disappear and yet they never did. You stood up from your seat, getting the attention of the two men at the table.

“Just heading to the bathroom,” you spoke, walking towards the small hallway that housed the restrooms. You entered, taking a quick breather, your emotions were everywhere tonight. It was starting to annoy you, if you were being honest all you wanted was to just relax and enjoy the evening…

Even it felt fake.

Doing your business and leaving the bathroom, you noticed Johnny had a conflicting look. But when you approached he smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sat down.

“Everything okay?” You asked and he nodded, though you noticed it was stiff.

You ended up drinking, not a lot but enough to get a bit tipsy. You barely remember the car ride home, though here you are, in bed and snuggled into the blankets. You were reaching out towards Johnny’s spot but found he was not on his side of the bed. It’s cold, meaning he was gone for a while. You slowly sat up, groaning from a slight headache. You called out for him but didn’t hear an answer. You got out of bed and walked towards the living room, spotting him sitting on the couch with the table lamp on. He was staring at something, upon closer look it was the photo, your photo with your team. Your John.

You blinked once, then twice.

When did he get that?

Shit.

“What are you doing with that?” You asked, slightly on the defence.

“What am I doin’ with it? What are ye doing with this? What am I even lookin’ at?” He asked, looking over at you his expression inconceivable.

“It's… complicated Johnny, you probably wouldn't understand.”

He went quiet after that, rubbing his face in frustration, he then stared at the photo again. You needed to figure out where to go from here. You bit the inside of your cheek in thought.

“So, are ye from the future or somethin? Because that's what it looks like… we all look older in this photo… Plus why the hell are you in this photo anyway?” Johnny spoke up finally after a long silence.

“No… it's complicated…”

“Then enlighten me!” You could hear him getting frustrated.

“Fine… I'm… not from here, I don't know how to explain it! One moment I was someplace else then the next thing I know I'm here, in Scotland… In a hospital with someone who looks like my husband but isn't!” you didn't mean to sound so harsh, but all your feelings were bursting out.

“But I am yer husband, didn't you tell me ye were dreamin’ while in that coma?” Johnny tried reasoning.

“I lied, at first I thought maybe it was all a dream but how do you explain the photo and this? I know for a fact I wasn't dreaming I had a completely different life,” You pulled out the ring, showing him the engraved dates.

He stared at the ring, at the dates that were engraved then at the photo. He seemed a bit distant, thinking, processing.

“Is that why whenever I look at ye… It feels like I've lost someone… lost my Bonnie,” Johnny lamented. You were caught off guard by that. But you couldn't deny that you also felt a huge loss whenever you thought of John. The two of you stayed silent, grieving but didn't want to think about why. You refused to think your John didn't survive that explosion.

“I… guess you could say I'm from an alternate universe, god… that's even more confusing but makes the most sense” you decided to change the subject. Johnny finally looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Aye… that sounds crazy… maybe-” he didn't finish his sentence but you knew he was probably still trying to find a reasonable answer. You couldn't blame him and this is exactly the reason you didn't bring it up. You decided to take a different approach.

“That photo was taken on a joint mission with Task Force 141 and Delta force, we were going after this guy named Vladimir Makarov, Intel claimed he was in this facility in Ukraine but he wasn't and it ended up being a trap… That's when John or my Soap, I guess I should say, got injured and Price was captured,” you explained. You were starting to sweat a bit, speaking that mission out loud sounded insane. It sure did catch Johnny's attention though. A dark look crossed his face at the mention of Vladimir Makarov but it quickly faded.

“Huh…” was all Johnny managed to get out, it was a hell of a story. You could tell he needed more convincing.

“Well, one person in that photograph isn't alive… Ghost, along with another member Roach were shot by a man named Shepherd…” Your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned deeply.

“Betrayed by him and his shadow company…” you seethed. That seemed to make Johnny perk up. From the looks of it, that story of yours seemed to hit a little too close to home. He gave you a thoughtful look albeit a concerned look.

“Well, shite… that just all but confirms your theory… But the question remains why are ye here? And how come yer body in yer time stayed there?”

“I don't know… it's not like I have the answers. I was literally on a mission to assassinate Makarov but then an explosion went off behind us and I ended up in that hospital.” You explained.

“Ye know… that sounds similar to what happened to my spouse, well they didn't work in the military but there was an accident that involved both me and them, they ended up taking most of the damage which is why they put you in a coma… but you already knew that,” he mumbled that last part.

“I wonder if that's related… but that still doesn't explain why I'm here…” You crossed your arms, sitting opposite from him on the couch. You stared at your reflection on the TV for a moment, observing your new skin, you often didn't look at yourself for too long. You found it troublesome and dare you say uncanny.

This whole situation was confusing, but you found some comfort now that Johnny knew and seemed to believe you. You did grow fond of him over the couple of months you've been here. It was slow, sure, unfairly comparing him to your John but you quickly came to realize that although they might share the same name and hair- they were different. That also made you realize something else though, something unpleasant.

"Johnny… I understand if you want me to leave, I am technically wearing your spouse's face..." you suddenly spoke. Johnny turned to look at you with a bewildered look on his face, silently asking if you were for real.

“That's a way to put it…” he mumbled with a long pause before speaking again, "...But I don't want you to leave."

"...Why?" It was your turn to be bewildered now.

"Well, is it bad I still want to be with ye? I know you aren't the version of my Bonnie I married but... you're still you whether you're fighting in the big fight or here making the house a home... I loved you in both timelines,” he suddenly proclaimed, bringing a hand over to caress your cheek. There was hope that maybe this could work.

That couldn't be a bad idea.

The universe brought the two of you together for a reason.

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