#just some thoughts after binging it over the course of a few days

[neuvitopia]

➠ 𓈒 𝄞ׅ ֯ corporate weapon - zayne | 黎深 ・ 🍀 ⌯

synopsis ;; you’re a resident at akso hospital, chasing your corporate medicine dreams and accidentally tempt your superior, dr zayne :p, a little bit of a homage to my corporate baddie desires, help.

cw ;; NSFW, fem reader, kind of an open ending (sorry), lower case intended, girl failure reader(?) (same), panty stealing, still kind of new to this #sorry, ignore any silly mistakes, no protection(wrap it plz), zayne and reader have a bit of history, porn with some plot, office sex, semi public(?) (just incase), fem pet name, mention of aphrodisiacs

. . . wc → 3.4k

you were in the midst of your second year of residency at akso hospital, to say you were excited was an understatement.

you spent your early twenties dedicated to working for your bachelors and through the tears med school brought you.

working through your residency was a reflection of your hard work and brought you closer to your dreams of becoming an operations director. to say you were proud was an understatement.

fortunately for you, you were soon yanked from the miserable memories of your “golden years” as dusty old medical books and endless hours in labs weren’t exactly your fondest memories.

you’re knee deep in work once more, with blood tests and treatment plans from hundreds of patients flooding your tiny desk. the constant stimulation and stream of work made you wonder, for a moment, why you chose this career path.

in the midst of it all, you were positive that being a florist was your true calling.

an exhausted sigh escapes you as the day finally comes to an end. your stomach rumbles, and your bones feel achey, desperate for a good stretch.

running an equally exhausted hand down your face, you pack up the basics and contemplate how the rest of your night will go. the sweet thought of a nice bath and a cup... or five of wine soothe your sleepy mind.

your delusions (and exhausted heart) are soon shattered into tiny pieces when your tired eyes meet the ones of your superior standing as straight as a pencil at the opening of your office door.

you knew exactly what was going to happen next. overtime.

maybe being a psychic was your true calling.

you set your heavy bag down and accept defeat, your butt meeting the hard seat, once more.

"i assume you knew what was coming," zayne was the first to break the silence, his words laced with a edge of amusement.

you shrug and try your best to get comfortable in your chair once more, your eyes scanning the new adjustment treatments zayne places on your desk.

"if you listen hard enough, you can hear the pieces of my heart falling to the floor" you respond quietly, hoping to avoid a migraine from the sheer amount of time you've spent in this hospital today, the lingering smell of antiseptic not helping one bit.

he met your attempt at a joke with nothing but amused silence, his arms crossing themselves over his chest he speaks again.

“just a few more things to get done, and then you can go," he reassures you. the words sending your eyes flying across the sheets of paper, the shattered remnants of your plans for the night slowly begin to reassemble.

you offer him the extra chair in your office and zayne decides to be merciful and assists you with the work, causing your heart to soar with joy. if this continues at the current pace, you might even have enough time to squeeze in an extra episode of that drama you've been binging after work.

as you work through the mountains of paperwork, zayne engages in small conversations with you—unaware that his eyes drift to you in quiet indulgence.

the two of you gradually move away from your mahogany desk, settling in front of each other as lighthearted banter and serious discussion take turns.

but of course, all good things have their downsides and suddenly, your stomach makes an embarrassingly loud noise, reminding both you and zayne of its presence.

after a short, nervous laugh, you quickly confess to him,

“i'm sorry, I didn't eat much today." you’re surprised at the fact that he didn’t scold you for your carelessness, something something, nourishing your body is important.

zayne simply nods and takes a moment to think, leaving a brief moment of awkward silence between you two, your eyes darting from his handsome face to the walls of your office. the low lighting casting shadows around the two of you.

"i believe the cafeteria is still open," he says, presenting the idea that you should grab something to eat.

“and if you're not feeling resentful for making you stay, could you grab something for me as well?" the question leaves you kind of flustered -- how could the man who gave you a chance to kickstart your career think you would hold resentment towards him for making you do your job?

you quickly reassure him that it's no problem, and you make your way down to the cafeteria.

the sounds of your flats bounce off of the sleek walls and floors, marking your every step in the now semi-empty building. you soon make your way into the cold cafeteria, goosebumps emerging on your skin as cool air kisses your flesh.

you take a moment to scan the cafeteria, your eyes fall on the odd remnants of food left behind. you settle for a box of pocky, a couple of servings of sushi and, drinks for you and your superior to share, which you struggle to carry in your arms all at once in.

you practically run to the elevator, eager to return to the comfortable uncomfortable solace of your office. 

upon entering, you practically drop the food and drinks on your desk, the condensation from the drinks transferring to the smooth surface. you let out a small huff as the weight from your arms is finally gone.

"i brought back the best options, I promise," you tell him, making eye contact with him as you do. he in return sends a weak smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and offers,

"I trust your word."

you nod back to him, returning a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes either, and push a serving of packaged sushi his way.

one of his eyebrows shoots up as he examines the item before him, your focus now shifted towards the food hitting your tongue as you nibble on some pocky. you're too busy with the food in your mouth that you miss his puzzled expression and gaze now shifted to you.

when his silence goes on too long for comfort, you finally glance up at him, only to freeze at the intense gaze he returns. zayne breaks the silence with a low, serious tone of voice.

"you are aware that this is an aphrodisiac, right?"

his words leave you dumbstruck, your brain struggling to process if it's a joke or not. you manage a small, half hearted laugh, an amused huff falling from your lips as you take a sip of your drink.

"ah well, you know, i'm just setting the mood, doctor zayne” you awkwardly stammer out, embarrassment nipping at your skin.

you’d become to occupied with your abashment that you’d forgotten about the treat in the corner of your lips.

before you can wallow any further in your self consciousness, you feel your office chair move, and you watch—frozen, as zayne’s dress shoe is placed on one of the rolling feet.

he pulls you closer with all the strength in his leg. the sudden movement jerks you forward and as zayne brings you closer with the help of his foot the feeling of the quiet breaths from his nose hit your skin.

your eyes are locked on to his, your voice barely above a whisper as you ask

“what are you doing?" the moment hangs heavy in the air, both of you motionless.

it feels like an eternity has passed before he finally speaks.

"i’m setting the mood," he mocks.

of course your words from before come back to bite you in the ass. he takes small a bite out of the neglected pocky that hangs out of your mouth. you're stunned, wide eyed and… aroused?

the moment hangs in the air, the two of you practically close enough to feel the warmth of each other's skin. your heart pounds in your chest, unsure of how to feel in this moment or what to do next.

"what exactly where you planning?" he questions, his tone playful but with an underlying seriousness that you can't seem to shake. your brain at this point is too fried to even acknowledge him.

"for someone so bent on setting the mood you've sure gone quiet." he teases you some more and you continue to try and find your words again.

you shake your head lightly, too afraid to make any extreme movements in fear of landing yourself in another embarrassing situation.

"i wasn't planning anything," you finally whisper, the words ghosted the skin of his face. the sound of your own heart beating practically deafens you as you reply to him.

the silence drags on, and your eyes remain locked on zayne’s, the seconds ticking by felt like hours. you’d soon notice that he leaned back into the extra seat you had offered to him, his eyes still trained on you.

as he puts space between you two, an ache you weren't even aware was there grew and twisted inside of you. your breathing becomes less labored as you try to stabilize yourself.

"the sushi's gonna go bad," you stammer out in a weak attempt to advocate for the abandoned food, and hopefully shake off the excitement buzzing in your body.

zayne shakes his head, his reply cuts through you like a knife.

"i don't care about the sushi," his words strike a chord in you that you don’t dare name.

your reply is silence and you continue to stare at him. you feel a lump form in your throat. was your skirt always this tight?

you want to say something, anything to break the tension, but the words were stuck in your throat, and you find yourself paralyzed. the only sound you register is your racing pulse, the blood threatening to burst through your skin.

the silence is deafening when zayne stands up to his full height, choosing to approach you properly this time. you decide to follow his lead not knowing exactly where this was heading.

it wouldn’t hurt to find out.

your heart skips a beat as he moves closer, one of his hands resting on your waist.

your blouse was rendered useless, it felt like you both were directly skin to skin. you were never buying this brand ever again.

but god, you swear you could have moaned right then and there.

you knew it would be way too embarrassing, so you instead watch his face, your eyes fixed on his as his hand roams your torso.

“have you changed your mind about making plans with me?" his question is raspy and low, fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach. you choose to nod softly, your mouth far too dry to speak to him properly.

“use your words." he commands just as his hand leaves your body, leaving you warm and achey all over.

“i won't touch you again unless you use your words."

you swallow the knot in your throat, breathing in as you attempt to calm yourself.

"yes. yes, i’ve changed my mind..." you hear a voice trail off, soon registering the fact that it was yours.

zayne doesn't give you any time to think about what you've said and puts his hands on you again, his hands shamelessly removing your short white lab coat, untucking your dress shirt from your skirt. he lets a hand meet your heated skin. he nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck as he kneads the skin of your torso, his fingers teasingly brushing past your bra.

"you drive me mad” he rasps, desperation dropping from every word. “you look so pretty walking around like this every day," he murmurs into your soft flesh. the low resonance of his voice sending a tremor down your spine.

zayne’s hand continues to roam your torso and you feel your entire body react to his touch. the feeling of his skin against your own is beyond electrifying.

his free hand goes to cup at the flesh of your ass, a groan falling from his lips as he feels you up like a starved man.

"i'm going to take care of you," he whispers into your skin again. your hands grasp handfuls of zayne’s expensive lab coat, the fabric soft beneath your fingers. a soft whimper escapes your lips as he continues to touch your body.

"seems like you enjoyed that” zayne states cheekily before peppering kisses at the base of your neck, your non existent resolve snapping at that moment and you melt into his arms once and for all.

zayne mutters your name, and you hum in response. your eyes close as you continue to grip onto his coat to keep you stable, relishing in the warm lipped kisses he places on your skin.

"i’m not all that patient; I'm sorry." he rasps as he pulls his head from the crook of your neck, his eyes meeting yours once again.

the excitement pooling in your underwear doubles. his face held the most lustful look you've ever seen in your almost three decades of living.

you nod at him, and he contentedly accepts your response this time around. his lips finally meet yours, and he groans against you, a long, muffled moan falling from yours. his tongue darts into your mouth as you voice your pleasure.

he quickly guides you back to your desk, pushing away all the paperwork you two abandoned how long ago?

he assists you in sitting on the now empty desk, his hand snaking its way up your skirt, teasing your skin through your oh-so-thin panties. his nimble fingers slither their way down to your covered slit, your arousal soon transferring to the pads of his fingers, a soft hum of approval from zayne is drowned out by your lips.

you pull away slightly and voice your approval as he continues to tease you through your panties.

soon enough though, slight frustration wells in your chest at his airy touches.

"i thought you said you weren't all that patient?" you utter in between the heated collision of your lips.

a soft chuckle bubbles in his chest at your obvious impatience, the sound of his voice causes a soft pout to form on your lips.

"i'm sorry, pretty girl." he breathes.

your reply is immediate. "you can make it up to me." you’re unsure where you got this boldness as the confidence you portray is definitely not your own.

“how about you lift that skirt up for me?" was his response, you quickly oblige and lift the side of your skirt as he continues to push his tongue into your mouth. he graciously assists you and lifts the other side of your skirt for you.

he runs a hand up and down the soft, supple skin of your thigh and impatiently pulls your panties down, breaking the kiss to guide your feet through the holes. the underwear is then quickly pocketed and you watch dumbfounded as he steals your property.

protest was heavy on your tongue, soon to be spat at him, but the swift finger collecting the arousal that pooled at your folds soon frees your mind of his perverted theft.

a string of curses leaves your lips as he uses the slick from your warmth to rub soft circles onto your aching clit, your hand grips at his wrist to avoid sudden removal of the pleasure.

your sporadic whimpers soon turning into full blown moans as he pushes a couple of his deft fingers into you. your heart threatens to burst out of your chest from the way his fingers alone stretch you.

he groans against your lips once more as your cunt practically sucks his fingers in, the dirty sounds you produce making the experience all the more erotic.

"on your back." zayne’s simple words cut through your pleasured sounds and cause your eyes to fly open to meet his lustful gaze once more. he removes his fingers from inside of you and you soon comply. you lean onto your back, the cold surface of your desk cooling the lust induced fire that was the surface of your skin.

using your elbows to help keep yourself propped up, you watch as zayne unzips and drops his expensive dress pants, and listen to him groan with the release of pressure on his bulge.

zayne soon pulls himself out giving you a perfect view of what you're dealing with. your cunt practically drools at the sight of him, your thighs squish together almost instinctively as zayne rubs himself for you.

“zayne…” you sounded pathetic as you quietly lust over the sight of him fucking himself but you don’t care. the wetness of your cunt and the excitement in your body washed away any feeling of shame. you greedily drink in the scene infront of you, hands itching to touch yourself to him.

he groans in response as he continues to touch himself to the sight of you. precum leaks from his red angry red tip, desperate to have a taste of you.

with impatience bubbling, zayne finally spreads your legs and settles his tip at your entrance, rubbing himself against the wetness he was responsible for.

a strangled moan leaves him as he teases the both of you.

“you’re so warm…” he mutters as he tortures your heat. you lock your legs around his hips, egging him to bottom out inside of you already. it seems as though he gets the message and begins to push himself inside of you the stretch has you throwing your head back and your spine arching.

the ache you felt was far from relieved, you needed more. you buck your hips into zayne, the slow pace he set paining you.

“not so fast.” he’d endured months of agony and pure pining, did you really think he’d give you what you wanted that easily?

he uses a slim to finger torment you even further. he uses it to tease your swollen clit, slip it inside your already stuffed full cunt, and he uses it to tickle the inside of your trembling thighs. punishing you, making you feel only a fraction of the agony he felt.

“do you know how long I’ve waited to do this?” he questions, frustration almost tangible, but the hushed sounds of your throbbing cunt being fucked into—rendered you speechless and you were only able to meekly shake your head.

you watched where the two of you met through half lidded eyes, your slack jaw threatening to let saliva escape. a hand under your chin soon forces your eyes away from the provocative show. dark eyes meeting yours.

“then i’ll show you.” his words were punctuated by an uncharacteristically rough thrust that forced a feeble cry out of you.

“akso’s pretty little intern underneath me like this…” the combination of the snap of his hips and the seductive tone of his voice manage to coax even more cute sounds from you.

“zayne..” you pant with need“i need it— fuck, please” you were babbling nonsensically, your vision was blurry with tears threatening to fall from your eyes. the new tempo he set had the volume of your voice rising steadily it has you reaching for something, anything to grip onto.

you catch him by surprise as one of your hands tangles itself his dark hair, a welcome addition to the erotic scene. he groans softly and hastens his thrusts, your grip egging him on further.

your desk shook underneath the two of you as he continues to gain speed but zayne soon slows himself down, much to your disdain, and muffles your sweet hums with a free hand.

“we can’t be too loud” he whispers above you, cock twitching in your heat as he forces himself to halt his movements.

he continues, “people might still be roaming the halls.”

you didn’t like this. at all. “but i was so close” you argue, “i’m sure they won’t hear us. i’ll be quiet” you clench around him in hopes to tempt him.

zayne simply shakes his head and sends you an amused smile, “you can’t seem to keep quiet when I speed up, so, we’ll just have to find a way for you to cum while i go at a more leisure pace.”

you could cry, you really could. the idea of being kept on the verge of an orgasm from him dragging himself slowly against your walls made you wetter than you liked to admit, but unhappy nonetheless.

“i don’t think i can do it” you whisper, arousal prominent in your voice.

zayne uses a hand to rest one of your smooth legs on one of his broad shoulders, taking another look at your soaked heat, before he speaks again, “let’s put that to the test”

❤︎ ♬ 𓂂 © 2025 neuvitopia ⋆𝜗℘݁♬

[darlingshane]

little things

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: You're having a bad day, thanks to your period, but Frank showing up earlier than expected changes that completely.

CW: fluff, crack, hurt/comfort, happy frank, he's still in the marine corps, mention of getting shot, period mention, pet names, cuddling, watching tv.

A/N: Just a little something I wrote the other day while I was having some bad cramping.

Word Count: 1,1k

— Links: AO3 // Frank Masterlist

“You sound a little cranky,” Frank said on the phone, his voice cutting off over the sound of an announcement coming out from the airport speakers and the urgent buzz of people rushing in the background.

It wasn't his fault you were feeling like crap when he called you. Your period showing up at the most inconvenient time of the day was the one responsible for your terrible mood. You only wanted to grab your stuff, leave work, head home and borrow the couch for the rest of the day but alas you still had half a shift to go through before you could do that.

“I have to go back to work, Frank. What did you want again?” You're sure he said it when you picked up the call a couple of minutes ago, but your brain refused to hold onto that information.

You heard him scoff at the other end before saying. “I said I just landed. I'm about to get into a cab.”

“Right now? In New York? Thought you weren't coming back till next week. I was going to pick you up.”

“It's okay, sweetheart. I got an early leave. I'll tell you about it later. Do you want to go out? Maybe grab a bite, go to a movie or something to celebrate?”

“I uh… I’m not feeling well today. I'm sorry. Can it wait till tomorrow?”

“Sure, baby. What's wrong?”

“Nothing. Just everyone's favorite time of the month when your uterus decides to shed itself.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry baby. How about I pick you up? We could order some food and watch one of your shows. Would that make you feel better?”

“You just got home, Frank.” You paused, letting out a long sigh. “You don't have to do that. It should be me. I had this whole thing planned, I was going to surprise you, and now it's just ruined.”

“It's okay, sweetheart. Let me take care of you today. You can still surprise me when you feel better, okay?”

“Okay,” you resigned, bummed about the fact that you couldn't welcome him properly after months without seeing him.

When Frank picked you up from work a few hours later you almost broke in his arms. It was hard to believe he was here. Missing him had become something normal that you got used to. It wasn't until he was in front of you that you realized how much you did miss him. Capturing the scent of his skin when you buried your face in the crook of his neck brought you to tears. You fit your palm at the back of his nape, it was recently shaved, and you could feel the skin under the short, pickling hairs.

Frank held you tightly against his chest, keeping you from tumbling down. It was easy to tell he was dying to see you just as much.

He drove you home where he had prepared a whole thing for you to relax. On the coffee table he had set up a fresh pepperoni pizza from your favorite joint, a bowl filled with candy, and a second bowl filled with tampons, pads, and painkillers that made you laugh. On the couch, your heated blanket was already waiting for you. Frank offered to draw you a bath first, but you didn't feel like soaking in the tub right now. You just put on your pj's, sat on the couch, curled between Frank's legs with all your creature comforts around while you picked one of your favorite shows to binge—Gilmore Girls.

“You forgot to tell me why they sent you home early.” You remembered once your cramps started to ebb.

“Shit, you're right. I forgot too.” He moved slightly at your back to collect something from his pocket. “Here.”

A small metallic thing was hiding between his fingers that he offered to you. It was a bullet without its shell casing. You were quick to recognize from the crash course he gave you once about handguns.

After inspecting the bullet, you glanced at him over your shoulder.

“I'm confused. What’s this?”

“I got shot. That's why they sent me back.”

“What?” You shifted to the side to survey an injury that wasn't visible. His arms, neck, and face were intact. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I'm fine. It was a couple of days ago. I thought about calling, but I didn't wanna worry you. It wasn't that big of a deal. Just one asshole getting one lucky shot.”

“You should've called me, Frank. I'm already worried every time you leave.”

“I know, I'm sorry.”

“Where were you hit?”

“Well, that's the funny thing.” His lips curled up.

“Why?”

“I got shot in the ass.”

“Get out of here.” You nudged him with your elbow. “Not my favorite money-maker.”

“No, it's true.” He chuckled.

“Okay, show me.”

“Uh-uh, we're watching this.” He pointed at the flat screen. “You promised Lorelai and Luke would get back together in a couple of episodes. I'm invested now. I need to see that happening.”

You paused the episode.

“Nope, you don't get to see that until you show me your ass.”

“Fine,” he scoffed and stood up, turning around and undoing his button to pull his jeans and underwear down. On the curve of his right cheek there was a small piece of gauze taped to his skin.

“Did it hurt?” You asked, peeling the tape carefully.

“Nah, it was just a bee sting.”

You grimaced at the sight of his skin stitched together. It wasn't that bad but for some reason it hurt you more than it hurt him.

“One lucky shot, huh?” You uttered, covering his injury. “They should make Kevlar plates for your ass.”

“Hey, at least it wasn't my dick.” He quipped, buttoning his pants.

“Oh, that would be a tragedy. Don't joke about that.”

Frank laughed as he sat back down in his former spot at your back.

“Anyway, you got one hell of a keepsake.” You rolled the bullet between your fingers.

“Brought that one for you. Thought you like to keep it.”

“Me? I don’t want your crusty ass bullet,” you huffed as he locked an arm around you, pressing his cheek against your jaw.

“No? What do you want then, Miss? Diamonds and flowers?”

“Not necessarily diamonds but I’d take a ring.”

“A ring, huh?” He picked up your left hand and massaged the knuckle of your ring finger. “You’re right, your hand is looking awfully bare without a ring. I’ll see what I can do about that.”

“You know I’m joking, right?”

“Well, I’m not. Next time, it’ll be a ring I promise, sweetheart.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You gazed at him over your shoulder, and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

[hioriri]

-cuddles!-

featured character ☆ itoshi sae

tag(s): fluff! ☆

divider @cafekitsune

apologies if this is out of character.

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        No joke, period cramps hurt a lot. What's included in the monthly cycles are also mood swings, you're definitely ten times extra sensitive when it's that time of the month. Well today, you woke up quite late, maybe around eleven o'clock or so. Next to the wooden night stand, there's a white envelope. You take it and gently ripped off the cute little pink heart sticker on it. Then, you reached for the folded white piece of paper. The note read;

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Y/n, you probably woke up to see this note by the nightstand. Around this time I'm probably not home. I may come home around nine o'clock, do whatever you'd like for the whole day. As always, I love you.

-Sae

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        You smiled reading the note and the "I love you" that Sae wrote down in black ink. After being fully awake (maybe lying in bed for an extra 10 minutes), you straightened the bed sheets and comforter then started feeling hungry and so, you headed down to the kitchen and made some breakfast. After eating some toast with avocado and eggs, you decided to take a shower and do some skin care. Finally, you just plop on the navy blue sofa and decided to just binge watch Tales of the Nine Tailed since it seemed interesting. You got your phone and scrolled on Twitter to see if there's anything new. Maybe after one or two episodes of Nine Tailed, you got sudden cramps. It felt extremely agonizing to the point where you thought you were on the verge of death. So now change of plans. For the entire day you're not going to be binge watching some k-drama but you're simply just going to wrap yourself in a blanket, tightly clench on your stomach while lying on the couch, play dead, and wait for Sae to come home. 

༊*·˚ around 9 o'clock

        You hear the keys jingling and the sound of a door opening and closing. "I'm home" Sae calls out but it was dead silent. "Saeee..." you whine. Sae heads over to the couch and sees you lying down, wrapped in a white fluffy blanket. You sniffled, there were dry tear stains on your cheeks and he could clearly see them, your eyes were also quite puffy and red. "Angel, what happened?" Sae looks at you, a very concerned look on his face. "Cramps..." you pout. Sae gently strokes your head then heads to the kitchen to warm up some milk and a hot water bottle. A few minutes later, he then proceeds to give you a mug with warm milk and a plush-like hot water bottle. "Thank you." you then take a sip of the warm milk from the light colored orange ceramic mug. "You're welcome. Is there anything else you'd like?" "Hug..." you looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. Sae then kisses you on the cheek and embraces you in his arms for a long long time. You nuzzle against his neck, much like a cat. "Is there anything you'd like to do or watch?" your face instantly glows up. "I want to watch Spirited Away with you!!" A smile appeared on Sae's face. "Of course."

        About 50 minutes left, you fell asleep against Sae. Sae grabs the remote and turns off the TV, afraid that the sound and brightness would wake you up. This all ends when he whispers a "I love you" and slowly falling asleep next to you. 

i have little info about sae's personality so i apologize if it's very out of character. but anyways, tysm for reading :3

-fuyuko 

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[rafedarling]

𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: actor!rafe cameron x actress!reader

summary: after a few months of marriage, actors rafe and you decide to give your fans an intimate glimpse into your lives through a podcast. during the episode, you both share details about your relationship, clear up rumors, and reflect on how their lives have changed since getting married. as you and rafe casually chat about your future, subtle hints about starting a family emerge, creating anticipation about an exciting new chapter in your lives. your love, chemistry, and heartfelt moments shine through, making their bond unmistakable.

warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, sweet moments, hints of pregnancy(?), intimate and emotional conversation.

au: like, reblog, comment and feedback are much appreciated. taglist | tagging: @rubixgsworld @rafeyslamb @bisexualcvnt @tracymbcm @maybankslover @stuffyownswrld @mileyraes @enjoymyloves @akobx @noobmazter69 @xoxohoneymoongirl @wearemadeofstardust0 @saviorcomplexrry @littlelamy

The camera’s red recording light blinked on, signaling the start of something you and Rafe had talked about for weeks. It was your first podcast together—an idea that had sprung up during a quiet evening at home, when both of you had been reflecting on how much your fans adored seeing you two together off-screen. You were both actors, co-stars in several hit films, but it was your real-life relationship that captivated audiences the most. Everyone wanted to know what married life was like for two of Hollywood’s biggest stars.

“Alright, we’re live,” Rafe said, his voice warm and easy as he leaned back in his chair, one arm resting behind you. He always had this effortless charm, and being in front of the camera—whether for work or something personal like this—seemed second nature to him.

You smiled at the camera, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Hey, guys! Welcome to the first episode of In the Limelight with me and my amazing husband, Rafe.” You threw him a playful look, and he grinned in return.

“Yep, we’re finally doing this,” Rafe added, his tone light and casual. “We’ve been talking about starting this podcast for a while now, and after a few months of marriage—and a ton of fan questions—we thought, why not let you all in on what’s really going on with us?”

You both exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the curiosity that had been swirling around your relationship since the moment your engagement was announced, followed by your wedding and now, of course, the inevitable rumors that always followed celebrity couples.

“So,” you began, pulling out your phone where you had saved some of the fan-submitted questions. “Let’s jump right in. First question is a classic: ‘How’s married life treating you two?’”

Rafe chuckled, reaching over to take your hand. “I’ll take this one,” he said, squeezing your fingers gently. “Honestly? It’s been amazing. I mean, I know everyone says the first year is the hardest, but for us, it’s been pretty smooth. I think it helps that we were friends for so long before we got married.”

You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Yeah, I think the fact that we already knew each other so well made the transition easier. We already knew what it was like to work together, to spend crazy hours on set, and to deal with the ups and downs of Hollywood life. But marriage… it’s brought a whole new level of closeness.”

Rafe smiled at you, that sweet, loving look that always made your heart skip a beat. “It’s the little things, you know?” he continued, his voice softening. “Like coming home after a long day of filming and just… being together. We don’t need to do anything fancy. It’s those quiet moments—cooking dinner, binge-watching movies on the couch—that make everything feel right.”

You laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment. “Yeah, we’ve definitely embraced the whole ‘stay-at-home’ vibe. It’s funny because people probably think our lives are all red carpets and glamorous events, but the reality is… we love just being home.”

Rafe kissed the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you a bit tighter. “Exactly. It’s about finding peace in the chaos.”

You looked back at the camera, your smile widening. “So, to answer that question—married life has been pretty perfect so far.”

Rafe leaned in toward the mic, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret with the audience. “Well, except for the fact that Y/N snores.”

Your eyes widened in playful shock as you turned to him, smacking his arm lightly. “I do not snore!”

He laughed, raising his hands in defense. “Okay, maybe not ‘snore,’ but you definitely make these cute little noises when you sleep.”

“Nice save,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. But there was no denying the warmth that filled you when Rafe brought up these intimate, everyday moments. It reminded you of how special your bond truly was.

The questions kept coming in, most of them light and fun. You and Rafe shared stories about working on set together, how you navigated hectic filming schedules, and how you always made time for each other no matter how busy life got.

But then came the question that made both of you pause, even though you’d expected it.

“Alright, here’s one we’ve seen floating around a lot lately,” you said, glancing at Rafe before reading it aloud. “‘There’s been a lot of talk on social media lately about Y/N being pregnant. Can you guys confirm or deny?’”

Rafe let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Ah, the baby question. We knew it was coming.”

You smiled softly, feeling the weight of the question settle between you. It wasn’t a complete surprise—rumors had been swirling for weeks now, especially after a few public appearances where you’d been wearing looser outfits. It seemed like everyone was waiting for the announcement, but you and Rafe hadn’t decided if you were ready to share that part of your lives just yet.

“For now,” you began, choosing your words carefully, “we’re just enjoying being married and taking things one step at a time. But…”

Rafe interjected, his voice gentle but firm. “But, yeah, we’ve definitely talked about the future. And when the time is right, we’ll be more than ready for that next chapter.”

You turned to him, catching the way his eyes softened when he talked about the future. It wasn’t the first time you’d had this conversation—late-night talks in bed, lying side by side, imagining what it would be like to have a family. It was something you both wanted deeply, and while you weren’t officially sharing any news, you both knew it was only a matter of time before that dream became a reality.

The fans were sharp—they’d probably pick up on the subtle hints you were dropping. And honestly, you were okay with that. There was a certain excitement in knowing that your fans were part of this journey with you, even if they didn’t know all the details yet.

Rafe glanced at you, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “We’ve got some pretty big plans for the future,” he said, his voice taking on that playful, teasing tone again. “But we’ll let you guys know when the time comes.”

You laughed softly, leaning against his shoulder with a smile, savoring the moment. The warmth between you two was palpable, even through the screen, and you knew that your fans would feel it, too.

“Yeah,” you added, “we’ll keep you guys posted. But for now, we’re just really happy with where we are.”

Rafe’s hand never left yours, and the way he looked at you, with so much love and tenderness, made your heart flutter. There was no rush—you both knew that when the time was right, everything would fall into place. For now, though, the peace and joy of simply being together were enough.

“And,” Rafe chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eye, “in the meantime, we’ve got plenty of other exciting things going on to keep us busy.”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Oh, you mean like actually doing the dishes? Because that would be pretty exciting.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, fine, I’ll step up my dishwashing game. But I was talking more about the new projects we’re working on.”

You nodded, turning back to the camera. “Right! So, we do have some big news on the professional front. Rafe just signed on to do this incredible action film, and I’m working on a drama that’s been in the works for a while now.”

Rafe leaned in, clearly proud. “Yeah, Y/N’s got a lead role in a movie that’s going to blow people away. Trust me, I’ve read the script—it’s phenomenal. I’m already jealous of her co-star.”

You laughed at his fake pout, knowing exactly what he meant. “It’s just work, babe,” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I know, I know,” he said, his voice softening. “But it’s hard not to be a little protective, you know? I’m lucky enough to have you as my wife, so I can’t help it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You’re the sweetest. But I promise, no one compares to you.”

He smiled, that signature Rafe grin that made your knees weak even after all this time. “I’m holding you to that.”

As the conversation flowed, you both eased into talking about your careers and the delicate balance of being in the same industry while maintaining a strong, healthy relationship.

“Honestly,” Rafe said, his voice thoughtful, “the biggest challenge has been time. We’re both so busy, and sometimes it’s hard to line up our schedules. But we’ve learned to prioritize our time together. Like, when we’re both home, it’s our time. No work, no distractions—just us.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s been the key. It’s easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of our careers, but at the end of the day, we’re each other’s biggest supporters. We make it work because we want to.”

Rafe’s hand slid from yours to rest on your knee, a gesture that felt grounding, reassuring. “And we’ve also learned how to compromise. Sometimes that means I’m on set a little longer, and other times, she’s off filming for weeks at a time. But we always find a way to make it work.”

You smiled, thinking about how true that was. There were days when the distance felt hard—especially during long shoots in different countries—but no matter where you were, you always found time to talk, to check in, and to remind each other of what really mattered.

“That’s another question we got a lot,” you said, glancing at your phone. “How do we handle being apart for so long during filming?”

Rafe leaned forward, his eyes serious but soft. “It’s not easy, but it helps that we trust each other completely. I know that no matter where she is or what she’s doing, we’re solid. And we make the most of the time we do have together.”

“Exactly,” you added. “We also try to visit each other on set whenever possible. Even if it’s just for a weekend, those little moments make a huge difference.”

Rafe’s expression turned playful again. “And FaceTime helps. A lot.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “Definitely. Technology is a lifesaver.”

The two of you continued to chat about the nuances of your life together—how you balanced fame with privacy, how you navigated the ups and downs of being in the public eye, and how, at the end of the day, your relationship was built on love, trust, and a shared sense of humor.

“So,” Rafe said, glancing at the clock on the wall, “before we wrap up, we have time for one more question.”

You scanned through the remaining questions, your eyes landing on one that made your heart skip a beat. You could feel the weight of it as you read aloud, “‘What’s next for the Camerons? Any big plans for the future?’”

There was a beat of silence between you, a kind of unspoken understanding that hung in the air. You knew what the fans were really asking. They wanted to know about the next chapter in your lives—the one that, while not confirmed, was slowly taking shape in your hearts and minds.

Rafe looked at you, his gaze soft and filled with something deeper, something that made you feel completely seen. He cleared his throat, his hand still resting on your knee. “Well… without giving too much away… we’ve definitely been thinking about the future. And we’re really excited about what’s coming next.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you as you nodded. “Yeah, we have some big things planned. But we’re taking our time and making sure that when the moment’s right, we’re ready.”

Rafe’s eyes flickered with a knowing look, one that only you could interpret. “Let’s just say… the next chapter might be a little more family-oriented.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile wider. The hints were subtle, but you knew your fans would pick up on them. And maybe that was okay. You and Rafe were on the verge of something new, something exciting. And while you weren’t ready to make any big announcements just yet, the thought of it—of starting a family together—was something that filled you both with a sense of joy and anticipation.

As the podcast came to a close, you both thanked your fans for tuning in and promised there would be more episodes to come. Rafe leaned over to turn off the camera, and when the red light finally dimmed, he looked at you with that same loving expression he always had.

“You ready for that next chapter?” he asked, his voice soft, but full of warmth.

You smiled, leaning into him, feeling completely at peace. “With you? Always.”

Rafe kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as you sat there in the quiet of your home studio. The future was bright, and whatever came next, you knew you’d face it together—hand in hand, just like always.

[sl-vega]

Hi there! Recently stumbled upon your Hiori piece (I Don’t Know Much, But I Know I Want You) and Oh. My. Gosh. It’s amazing!! The story was so cute and I also love the little Karasu interactions you threw in; it matches their characters so well and it’s so well written! If you ever feel motivated or inspired to do so, I’d love to see where you’d take the piece in a part 2! No pressure of course, I just think that seeing how they’d interact in your writing would be really awesome. Currently on my way to binge read every other work of yours; I love your writing style o7

Thanks for reading my ask and have a lovely day!! :)

˚୨୧⋆｡ MALL MEET CUTES

part one // part two // part three

pairing: Hiori Yo x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot, classmates to lovers, friends to lovers (?), pre-bluelock au/canon compliant

synopsis: hiori is still pretty damn smitten when it comes to you, so like the lovesick fool he his, he decides to drag karasu to the mall with him to help him find a gift to impress you, of course, in a strange turn of events it turns out you're at the mall too, so whatever shall our poor loverboy do when he sees you? (or in which hiori "soccer genius" yo, is dumb enough to ask karasu of all people for girl advice, and karasu like the wonderful friend he is, tags along for the drama)

CW/additional tags: mild language, potentially ooc, i actually did research on a mall in kyoto so look at me go, might make a part three if i really feel like it

author's note: AKJFJFHAFHKJ TYYY ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET, i'm so glad you liked the first part and all of hiori + karasu's interactions, it really means a lot to me that you thought i did them justice <3

"Would getting her makeup be a good idea?"

Hiori asked his senior as he stood outside of COLOUR STUDIO, it was a cosmetics store that he heard the girls in his class talk about occasionally , you among them.

"Or would that be too intimate? Do ya' think she'd think I'm trying too hard? Maybe we should've just stuck to stationery...."

Hiori bombarded Karasu with questions as he sighed and stared up at the daunting illuminated white sign of the shop.

His friend groaned and grabbed the sleeve of Hiori's light blue sweat shirt, dragging him into the store where a few employees and clerks gave them slightly concerned looks.

"No, we're here now so we may as well get something."

Karasu chastised his younger teammate as he escorted him into the lip product aisle, in which Hiori found himself surrounded by many unfamiliar brands with colourful packaging.

"Ya' sure know yer' way around Karasu, have ya' been here before?"

"I've been to their branch over in Osaka, my sister makes me get 'er shit whenever she runs out..."

Karasu plucked a small box from the middle of the shelf, making a point to read the label and the brand to make sure it was the one he needed.

"So what are you gonna get yer' special girl?"

He asked teasingly, as his slender fingers clutched around the small container he was holding.

"I dunno actually...I was hoping you might help me?"

Hiori replied, chuckling nervously. He already knew that Karasu had an older sister, so must have some knowledge on these kinds of things.

His teammate seemed to deadpan at his friend's request, feigning a hurt expression at his friend's question.

"So I'm just a personal shopping assistant to ya'? I'm hurt Hiori."

Karasu gave him a playful pout before breaking into a mild fit of laughter after Hiori swatted his shoulder. The older boy promptly turned to one of the shelves and tossed Hiori a small pink tube of lip gloss.

"Get 'er this one, the quality is pretty good and it has a reasonable price."

Karasu said nonchalantly as his back was still turned, still browsing through some of the shelves. Hiori looked down at the product tube and read out the label to himself.

"Canmake Candy Wrap Lip..."

He muttered as he rotated the slender cylinder in his hand, reading the adhesive tag on it, he realized that Karasu was right, the price was within his budget, and the packaging was rather cute, not to mention how the tube itself contained a good amount of product.

He was about to thank his friend before realizing that Karasu was back at the front counter of the store, probably asking one of the employees for help with finding something.

Observing his surroundings, Hiori thought that browsing the shop a little bit more couldn't hurt, he still had plenty of funds to spare, more than enough to buy you something else.

Hiori continued to browse the current aisle he was in, allowing his fingers to brush against the array of cosmetics, all neatly sorted and arranged by brand, type, and flavour.

As he continued to run his hand along the rows upon rows of products, he stumbled across another area of products that caught his eye.

"Rohto Mentholatum Lip Balm..."

He read the mini card board sign that was clipped to the shelf as he observed the packaging. The one's that were currently stocked were said to be peach flavoured, the price seemed fairly reasonable as well.

Now, that he thought about it, having a lip balm on hand would be pretty practical, Hiori hated the feeling of his chapped lips. Plus, he deserved some kind of reward.

Hiori reached for one of the tubes, and right before he was about to take the lip balm from the shelf, his fingers brushed against a stranger's hand who was reaching for the exact some one.

On instinct, Hiori pulled away, muttering a quick apology. He turned to said stranger to say tell them that they could take it before realizing that said stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Oh! Hiori?"

Oh God, it was you

"H-hey!"

He managed to squeak out as you gave him a soft smile, he was surprised he hadn't made a complete fool of himself yet. Without realizing it, he had promptly shoved the tube of lip gloss he was going to buy for you into his back pocket.

"Hi! I didn't realize you were the shopping type Hiori."

You greeted him once more as you observed the hand that quickly pocketed the lip tube, you didn't press any further however.

"Oh, I'm not actually, I'm just getting a gift for someone special..."

Hiori chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. He chastised himself for his wording, of course he had to say it like that, now if he gave you the gift you'd know for sure that he liked you.

But then again, that would spare him the humiliation of actually having to say it directly to your face, not that he ever wanted to confess in the first place...

"Someone...special? I didn't know you had a girlfriend Hiori..."

You trailed off, you sounded disappointed almost.

Hiori's face flushed at your words, he didn't mean to give you that idea. He could slowly feel heat creep up his neck as you continued to stare at him.

"Guess I shouldn't be that surprised..."

This time you were avoiding eye contact, you laughed somewhat bitterly. Were you jealous? Part of Hiori wanted to delude himself into thinking that, but another part of him wanted to die right there and then to avoid making a bigger fool out of himself.

"N-No I don't have a girlfriend actually!"

He assured you as his face turned an even brighter shade of red.

Where was Karasu when ya' needed him?

Suddenly, Hiori felt a light tap against his head. It was Karasu! His knight in shining armor, to save him from the train wreck of a conversation. His teammate was holding a small basket full of a few products, some mascara, eye liner, and a few skin cream tubs among them.

"I'm gonna go check out now, are ya' done yet?"

His friend asked as he rested his hand on Hiori's shoulder, Karasu looked up at you, realizing that there was company present.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You glanced between the two boys, you had recalled Karasu from Hiori's youth team, but you didn't know much about the older boy, but you had spotted him hanging around Hiori pretty frequently, so you assumed that they were fairly close.

"Oh, I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

You questioned as your eyes flickered between the two of them, your head was tilted slightly in curiosity. You noticed Karasu's grip on Hiori's shoulder tighten ever so slightly at the sound of your question.

Hiori shook his head frantically, Karasu was probably giving you that same unsettling stare he always used whenever he was sizing someone up on you.

"No! Not at all! But I should get going right about now..."

He assured you that nothing was wrong, but he was already flustered enough, and there was no way Karasu would let him hear the end of whatever this incident should be labelled as.

"Well I'll see you school I guess!"

You flashed him another bright smile before turning to Karasu, and you gave the older boy a curt and quick bow.

"I'm (Y/N), Hiori's classmate, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Karasu was caught off guard by your sudden politeness, but he returned the favour.

"Karasu."

He stated quickly before taking Hiori's hand in his own, you seemed to take note of this.

You were about to walk away, so you waved to them before saying;

"Have fun on your date!"

Wait what?!

If Hiori's face was red before, it was basically crimson by now. The girl he liked not only thought he was taken, but now she thought he was into guys?!

"W-we're not!-He's not-I'm not-"

Karasu simply wheezed at the current predicament, clearly amused by your assumption of Hiori and him's relationship and by his younger friend's sudden flustered expression.

"I wish! Don't worry yer' pretty little head off though, he's still avaliable∼. He's quite taken with you at that too."

Karasu teased as he winked at Hiori, clearly taking sadistic pleasure in his friend's suffering.

"Karasu!"

Hiori whisper shouted as his friend dragged him out the store, still laughing as the cyan-haired boy continued his flustered protests which bore no fruit.

Well at least you knew how he felt now...

BONUS!

"This is why I told ya' to quit flirting with me like that! People are getting the wrong idea about us..."

"Aww but I can't have random girls stealing you away from me∼"

"Shut up ya' stupid crow!"

"Make me prodigy∼"

[koolades-world]

The moment the om cast realized they fell in love with you (part three)

requested by a few people! here it is :)

Diavolo

He had been looking forward to the end of the week for what felt like hundreds of years now. He always wished it was the weekend, so that wasn't it. Although the thought of making every day Saturday was very tempting, Lucifer and Barbatos would not forgive him. What he really was looking forward to was his first one-on-one sleepover with Mc. Every time in the past they had happened to have a sleepover, everyone else was there. The brothers loved hogging Mc's attention. Not that he could blame them, though. He adored spending time with Mc. Just the fact that they agreed to come to the palace to spend time with him without the brothers present made him giddy. He wasn't sure if it was getting to have casual time with Mc and getting to learn human sleepover traditions.

When he initially suggested having a sleepover to Mc, it was because they mentioned having lots of fond memories when they were younger of sleepovers. It was only after the fact that he realized what he had just done. It didn't make him any less excited, but he felt more antsy about it. He had even worked extra hard and gotten more work done than he usually would to get Barbatos off his back for a night. Lucifer had even promised to keep his brothers away from them for the night so they could enjoy time together.

Mc had sworn to show him everything that humans younglings do at sleepovers, including doing each others nails and hair, throwing mini fashion shows, reading popular magazines, raiding the fright for midnight snacks, binge watching movies, and of course, playing games. He was looking forward to learning more about humans, but he found himself looking forward to spending time with Mc. He was always so busy, so this would be a rare opportunity.

The moment he heard Mc had finally arrived at the castle, he was scrambling to meet them at the door. Unfortunately Barbatos was too attentive for him, so he had to settle for meeting them in the grand hall. They were carrying a pink duffle bag that could barely close, something they borrowed from Asmo thanks to his name being embroidered across the side. They were dressed in pajamas, already prepared for the night. Mammon stood by their side, looking like he was ready to go out.

"Have fun, Mc. Let me know if ya wanna go home at any time. I'll come getcha even if it's three in the mornin'." He wrapped an arm around Mc's shoulders and side hugged them for a moment before letting go.

"I will. See you tomorrow. Stay safe, get home at a good time. Don't stay out too late." Mc patted Mammon's arm, and he reluctantly left after glancing at Barbatos, Diavolo, and Mc. Diavolo felt smug, but he wasn't sure why. There was no reason to be. He quickly let go of that feeling in favor of finally getting to spend time with Mc. "Hi Dia. Hi Barbatos." Mc waved to the prince and his butler.

"Please let me know if you need anything, My Lord. I'll be attending matters else where. Dinner will be done shortly." Barbatos excused himself.

"So, where are we sleeping?" Mc shifted the bag on their shoulder. Diavolo reached over and took it from them since it looked heavy.

"Well, would you be fine staying in my room? Of course, if you're uncomfortable, I can arrange something else-" Diavolo began to regret his earlier decision and grew anxious that Mc might not like it.

"I don't mind. That's part of a sleepover anyways!" Diavolo let out a mental sigh of relief. He should have known Mc would have been fine with it. They happily followed him through the castle, waving to Little Ds as they passed by. They arrived at his room eventually. He nervously opened the door. He had made sure it was extra clean before hand.

"Earlier today I went out shopping and bought loads of things I think you'll love! It wasn't easy to find some of this." They unzipped the duffle bag once they were in his room. Underneath the clothes and toiletries were an assortment of items. nail polish, various human board games, a Devil Switch that he recognized as Levithan's, and some magazines.

"Woah! You got all of this just for me?" Diavolo excitedly picked up a game box and shook it, listening to the pieces inside.

"I would say let's not start too much right now since Barbatos said dinner is almost done, but, I have another idea. A core part of a sleepover is ordering takeout! My favorite is Chinese and Thai, but pizza is more typical. Actually, do you even have that down here? I'm still not sure." Mc began removing the things they needed from their bag.

"Are you suggesting we... skip dinner?" Diavolo looked at Mc.

"Well, not exactly. We can still eat some, but just leave room for takeout later. I can't deny, Barbatos' cooking will be better." Mc nodded, with mischievous grin. Diavolo felt his heart skip at that smile; the smile they gave to everyone in the room. But, this time, it was all for him. It actually reminded him of the smile of an angel. He basked in their glory.

"Alright! You don't think he'll figure out, will he?" Dia questioned. Mc turned away from him, and when they turned back, he felt blasted by their smile again.

"Oh, there's no way he won't know. I don't think he'll stop us though as long as he eat a little. We can't waste his hard work, after all." Mc stacked the boxed games in a pile, placing the magazines on top of that. They pulled a laptop out of the bag and placed it with Devil Switch. He suddenly felt very stupid. He should have known that Barbatos would know, and probably knows right now.

He could blame the pounding in his chest for this forgetfulness. He always felt this way around Mc. He always managed to find a way to act afool around them. Before their arrival, he was always more put together and serious. Things were more chaotic now, but he wouldn't trade it for anything. He finally had someone to be less princely with, someone who would indulge his shenanigans. He would trade the fun with consequences for the boring days of paperwork any day.

Diavolo suddenly received a text from Barbatos telling him dinner was ready, and to bring Mc. "Barbatos says dinner is done and we should go down to eat." Mc looked up from their things.

"Alright. Let's go then." They began giggling as they left, leaving Diavolo to follow. They pretty knew their way around the castle from how often they were there. They excitedly told him everything they had planned for the rest of the night. He chimed in with all the questions he had, to which Mc answered diligently. Once they reached the grand dining room where Barbatos had set out their plates. Tonight was brushetta, dinner rolls, and a fancy looking pasta dish.

"Thank you Barbatos!" Mc thanked the demon. Despite saying they would not eat very much, they finished their entire plate. The entire meal, both Diavolo and Mc were chortling together to which Barbatos looked at them knowingly. As soon as the meal was over, they both thanked Barbatos again and scurried off quickly.

"First, we have to order the pizza, because we need to eat that before we do our nails, otherwise we might mess them up." Mc turned on their D.D.D. and placed the order online with Dia's opinion. As soon as the order was placed, Mc moved onto the next thing. Dia found it a little hard to keep up, but was excited. Time flew when he was with Mc.

First, the played a few human board games. They played Scrabble, Operation, and Life. Mc had brought more but they decided to stop early since they thought they might run out of time if they kept going. Their food arrived in the middle of the second game, so they ate as they played. After that, Mc insisted they do their nails and skincare. All the products they had were curtesy of Asmo. After using the products he knew he needed to get them for himself. After that, they played games on the Devil Switch that Levi had lent them. However, time seemed to slow when Mc brought out the magazines.

It wasn't the magazines themselves. Mc had brought a few choices, just in case Diavolo wasn't in the mood to read one of them. Mc recommended one fashion magazine to him, but he found himself lost in several places, so Mc suggested they read it together. What he wasn't expecting was for them to climb into his lap. They began flipping through the magazine in his hands, pointing at things on the pages, but all he could focus on was Mc on his lap. No other real thoughts went through his head. Luckily for him, Mc didn't notice and eventually, he was able to pay attention to what they were saying.

He felt warm with all the feelings buzzing inside him. At one point, he thought they might leave him, but they just leant far enough to grab their laptop. They pulled up Deviltube to put on a movie. Again, the entire time, the only thing he could focus on was Mc. Mc was so trusting and kind to him. They had been nothing but the best to him. He just couldn't place what he was feeling for them. It felt oddly familiar. As Mc leant back into his chest, he suddenly realized what that feeling was. He sat on it for a while as the movie played in the background.

"Mc?" Diavolo whispered after the movie was over. Mc didn't respond. He tilted his head and realized they were asleep. He smiled and tucked a blanked over the both of them. Now he was just left with his love for Mc and where he might go from there.

Barbatos

Barbatos carefully set up the tea table for two. He was expecting Mc over at the castle that evening, just after dinner. He would have preferred before dinner in order to steal them away from the brothers for longer, but this still worked. He has to make sure everything was just perfect, for them.

He made sure the tea he made was the kind the liked and all the little snacks were their favorite. He has grown to have them as his favorite too, since it reminded him of them. He thought the little set up for two was quite cute after looking back at his work.

“Barbatos! Mc is here!” A little D called out to him. He quickly stopped rearranging the table cloth. Was it really that time already? He grew slightly embarrassed at losing track of time and not being there in person to greet them.

“Thank you. You are most appreciated.” He made sure he was put together before heading to the door.

“Barb! So happy to see you!” Mc smiled at him as soon as he opened the door and practically tackled him into a hug. He chuckled and patted their back.

“Hell, Mc. It’s a delight to see you as well.” Mc took a step back to look him in the eyes.

“I have something for you!” They rocked on the heels as they presented him with a little gift bag that had a cute little label that said “for Barbatos.” He felt his heart begin to race at how giddy they looked.

“How thoughtful of you.” He accepted the gift and met Mc’s expecting eyes.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it! I’m excited to see what you think.” They giggled. He carefully pushed aside the tissue paper to reach what was underneath. Inside, was a few small bags of tea was labels he didn’t recognize. “It’s tea from the human world! I figured you must have tried pretty much all of them by now, but when I went to the human world the other day, I couldn’t help but wander into that shop and think of you.” They clasp their hands together, swinging them around.

“Thank you very much. It smells lovely. You always know exactly what to give as gifts.” He found himself lost in their happy grin.

“If you like them, we can go to the human world together. I remember the name of the shop. I think you would like it in there.” They flipped over one of the small bags to reveal the name of the shop hand written on the back.

“That sounds wonderful. We must do that.” Despite how collected he looked, on the inside he was scrambled. Mc invited him to the cute little tea shop. As… a date? Was he thinking too far into this? They both enjoyed tea, that’s all. Surely that wasn’t their intention.

“Let me know what you think. I tried the green tea, and that one in particular reminded me of you.” They showed him a different bag of a green, almost silvery colored tea with various little pearls of some kind mixed in.

“You really are the most endearing human I have ever met.” He held the bag up to the light, watching as the light eddied and danced around it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Mc smiled nervously. He felt himself begin to melt at their precious smile.

“Let me go drop this off in kitchen, then we will be off to our tea. Please excuse me for a moment.” Barbatos bowed and turned to leave the room. As he left. He heads Mc saying goodbye. He wasn’t sure what they would do while he was gone, but he needed a moment to regather himself.

He placed the tea with the rest, leaving the little gift bag on the counter for later. He glanced in a nearby mirror for a moment. He looked as he usually did. Nothing was amiss with his appearance. It was always perfect. Despite this, he still fixed his hair and shirt. He took a deep breath and made his way back to where he left Mc.

When he reentered the room, he couldn’t find Mc at first. He grew nervous. Had they left him? Was it something he said? However, the situation had no time to escalate. He heard Mc just down a nearby hall, conversing with a Little D.

“Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with Mammon. Maybe Lucifer will let us do a trade! You’re both yellow.” Mc laughed. He has heard that laughter about a million times now, but he never grew tired of it, and how gorgeous is sounded. When he pushed open the door a little more, he saw Mc on the ground. Barbatos rushed over to check on them, just in case something might be wrong.

“Hi! Sorry I wandered off a little. Just helping #2.” Barbatos looked at what was in their hands. They were holding a dust pan flat against the ground. Little D #2 was holding the matching brush and pushing some debris into the pan.

“You are a guest here. Please do not feel obligated to help out around here.” Barbatos knelt beside them to take the dust pan.

“I wanted to! I love #2. I just happened to see them here, and lent a hand since this is what they were doing. You know me. I hate standing around while those I love are hard at work.” Mc placed a hand on his shoulder. At first, he was unsure about how to feel about what they said. Then, he felt a little jealous that Mc had admitted they loved Little D #2. It was stupid of him to be, and he knew it was more of a parental love (even though #2 was much older than Mc). But he couldn’t help it.

Barbatos got back up and watched as Mc finished cleaning with #2, musing over his thoughts. He replayed their words in his head over and over again. Maybe he was looking too deep into it, but he still grew hopeful. Maybe Mc loved him too. Mc always found a way to interrupt his cleaning duties and take them over. He still found it odd that even though they were just a human and were limited on everything that he wasn’t, such as energy and time, they still went out of their way to reduce his work load.

He waved these thoughts away. He was most definitely looking into it too much. “If that’s what you so wish, I will not stop you. If you’re done here, may we proceed to our tea?” Barbatos offered his arm to them once they stood up. He hoped they would take it.

“We may! You’re such a gentleman.” They giggled and accepted his offer. They leant close to him, placing their head on his shoulder. “Bye #2! Nice seeing you!” As Mc waved to the Little D, Barbatos led them to the tea table he set up. He was so giddy at how close they were to him. It felt nice to have them all to himself. It felt good to not have to compete with the brothers or His Majesty.

While he would never admit it, he was always unsettled of sorts that Mc might choose someone else and never return to him. He wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling despite living for as long as he had. He recognized the underlying reason behind all of his bubbling emotions when he was around Mc. It has been so long since he felt like he loved someone they way he did Mc. But he wasn’t willing to admit it, not yet, at least.

The whole way to tea, Mc talked his ear off. Barbatos enjoyed listening to their chatter. He felt like he could listen to it forever. He chimed in at their request, as when they asked questions and such. When they finally reached the cute tea table he had set up, he proudly presented it to them.

"Barb! You shouldn't have! You're so sweet! This is adorable. You remembered my favorites too!" Mc squealed and did a couple little happy hops. They pulled Barbatos into another tight hug. Before they pulled away, however, they gave him a peck on the cheek. He felt himself seize up, his arms frozen around them. Mc didn't notice, as they continued shaking him around joyfully.

If he had felt this before, he surely would have remembered it. He had felt love before, but it hadn't been nearly this strong. The love he had for Mc had him in a tight chokehold. Despite him working hard everyday, nobody appreciated him as much as Mc did. Every little thing he did for Mc did not go unnoticed and they always tried to take some of the work off his back. They always said thank you, which even Lord Diavolo and Lucifer couldn't even match. Once they let him go, he tucked them into their seat and let them pour about how amazing his work was to him.

"Awwww, you even iced my name on the little treats! Next time, you should come to the House of Lamentation, so I can do the same for you! It won't be this but I want to do the same for you." Those words are what finally sealed the coffin. He was most definitely in love with the person across from him. Nobody ever did anything for him. He found himself sad once their time together was over. He insisted on walking them home, so he could keep them safe and enjoy a little more time with them. He had always taken time for granted despite being the one to understand it to the fullest. Now, he treasured every second.

"Thank you Barb. I really had so much fun. I hope you enjoy the tea." Mc leant in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was like the one from before, but this one was more deliberate, and lingered.

"It was my pleasure. Please feel free to stop by the castle anytime. We will have to arrange another gathering shortly." He felt himself avoiding eye contact. Mc was the only person with the ability to make him nervous.

"We should! See you tomorrow." They waved to him. Before they shut the door, he saw Lucifer greeting them. He turned to walk away, but before he was out of view from the window, he glaced back. He saw Mc enthusatically waving him goodbye. He waved back with a warm smile.

Once he got back to the castle, he stared down the gift bag. He admired their handwriting on the tag. He found himself almost reluctant to return to his work. He took the little bag to his room and tucked it away in a drawer. He touched his cheek, and sighed. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

@mona-aiko sorry I took so long!

will do the next part for sol, thirteen, mephisto and simeon!

[alinacecee]

Player 55

Carlos Sainz Jr x reader.

TW: Smut (yet again), brain-rot (again💀), just my hormones talking tbh, maybeeeee bad smut writing, lowkey hate the format too so I guess I can add that, maybeee typing errors and grammar too

Imagine, reader wanting to fuck Carlos as he wears this jersey.

Ferrari had yet again pulled your boyfriend away from you. It was supposed to be a rest week- away from racing, away from media, away from strategies, away from all of it. But of course, they had to call Carlos in to showcase and model some new merch for the upcoming Grand Prix.

Carlos had given you a cursory goodbye with a quick peck on the lips before he dashed off to the factory. It was a good thing he’d been living in the same city in accordance with his contract.

A few hours went by and just like that, it was nightfall. It was nightfall and you had grown increasingly needy for your boyfriend. It was supposed to be date night. You both had planned to cook pasta and binge-watch a new series you had begged him to watch with you.

By now, it was almost half-past midnight. You were sat on the sofa facing the door; arms crossed on your chest, brows scrunched together in a frown, and a deathly gaze towards the door waiting for your boyfriend who had texted over 15 times that he was ‘almost done’ throughout the day.

After 5 more minutes, you hear keys fumbling on the other side of the door and then a breathless Carlos, practically bursting through it.

A breathless, messy-haired, red-in-the-face Carlos with his white pants and what seemed like the new merch that Ferrari had asked him to come in for.

All your anger seemed to have drained away as you saw how the material had laid on your boyfriend’s body. How good it fit him, how it defined his shoulders even more, and how relaxed and lazy it looked on him.

He had been babbling on and on about how sorry he is and how busy it suddenly got but you were busy drooling at how good he looked in the jersey.

You shifted a few times, realizing how wet you got from oggling at your boyfriend before standing up and wordlessly dragging him to your shared bedroom.

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You wasted no time into riding his face, gripping at the jersey for support as you reached your second orgasm from his nose hitting your clot and his tongue inside your dripping pussy.

Not long after, you were riding his cock- still fucked out from his tongue and gripping needily on the piece of cloth that was hanging on to him.

It didn’t take long for Carlos to decide that the jersey was bothering him though. He was just about to take it off when you gripped it harder, muttering as much as you can in your fucked-out state for him to keep it on.

That’s where things took a turn. His face has that shit-eating grin as his pupils- in some other worldly way- had dilated more than you thought they could.

You had been flipped over, him fucking into you from behind like there’s no tomorrow as he’s forcing you to look at yourself in your closet mirror, all fucked-out…in his jersey. The exact same jersey that led you to be in this situation.

“Ay Amor, look how pretty you are- all fucked out, in my jersey, wearing my number. Basically screaming to the world that I own you.”

[herefortarlos]

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Oh, where to begin?!? I am still in denial that it's coming to an end this Monday 🥲I haven't been thinking about it too much which is also why it took me a bit to write this and think of which fandom memories for me I wanted to highlight. I hope we'll all be there for each other if someone needs a little extra comfort in the days, weeks, months that follow! 💜

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I will always be grateful to Tarlos and Lone Star because they got me to start regularly reading fics again! I used to have a 2 hour commute into NYC and I would read fanfic while sitting on the trains but doing that for 2 years unfortunately burned me out on fanfic and my previous obsession. From 2020 to late 2022, I didn't read much fic. It wasn't until I found Lone Star through FB clips and TK's iconic, "Sure ma'am but just so you know I am a homosexual", that I had found something new to obsess over and love to this degree! Tarlos and LS also brought me back to Tumblr and into fandom in the first place! After I binge watched the show up to season 3, I needed more Tarlos and so I looked through ao3 and started with tarlos fics by @rmd-writes! I saw Rae was on Tumblr and remembered that was where I used to always find fic writers to follow! So I made a new account specifically for the fandom, hello here for Tarlos 😂, and truly engaged in a fandom for the first time! I got to watch all of Season 4 live which was great, and loved seeing people's live reactions to everything on here and loved the codas, art and gif sets people made so quickly after the episode had aired!

And then of course I made fandom and lifelong friends! I started engaging in fandom by leaving unhinged and excitable tags on people's fics and works 😅, as I tend to do, and slowly started becoming mutuals with people! And then @heartstringsduet really opened me up by dming and thanking me for my tags on a fic of hers, and the rest is history 🥹. Michelle really helped me to feel open and comfortable on here and I decided to share my name with people and now I have friends that I know I'll keep in contact with despite the show ending! Some of the most kind, creative, talented, accepting and welcoming people are in this fandom and I am beyond grateful to Lone Star for introducing us! ❤️

The lead up to the Tarlos wedding!

Gahhhh, all the bts we got, and the press tour Ronen and Rafael went on and that Hello! photo shoot, pretty sure my heart stopped when we got those pictures, not to mention the 2 episode Season 4 finale! Now that was a time to be alive! It was treated like such a real wedding and there was so much amazing promotion and was definitely wedding of the year for me!

Discovering I was pansexual and being more open with my sexuality IRL!

I always knew I was queer back in college, although parts of high school definitely make more sense when I stopped to think about them 😂. But because I was in a straight presenting relationship, I never thought to be more open with my queerness? Sure I had those few friends that knew and that I could feel comfortable with, and I had 1 good fellow queer friend at the time to confide in, but I guess I was still learning things about myself and how much of me I wanted people to know? Anyways, Brian Michael Smith and Ronen's coming out story helped me to identify myself and encouraged me to be my authentic self with people! I got my first pride flag because of Lone Star, that I will continue to display outside my house to show that this is a safe place for people that need that, and have met so many diverse and other LGBTQ+ individuals because of it! And also because of that, a good irl friend of mine came out as trans to me first because she felt safe with me! So yeah, a lot of good things to thank a show like 911 Lone Star for 💗.

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[moonbaby26]

Title: Lovers

(Chapter 3 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Reader/(Y/N) Type: cis female marine

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader is primary, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader is secondary, Smoker x Reader is in the past

Chapter Warnings: language, masturbation (male and female), phone sex, breeding kink, binge drinking

Chapter Synopsis: After surviving your ordeal with Doflamingo at the Sabaody auction house, you finally get to return to Marineford that evening. Only to find yourself out with Kuzan and friends for an awkward night at the bar. But even then, Doflamingo isn’t done with you yet.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

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Twice now Doflamingo had lost his composure with you. He was sure it’d seemed senseless, obsessive even to you. Explosions of violence mixed with that almost animalistic need to claim your body beneath his own.

But if you hadn’t wanted his attention, you never should have made your home on the one marine’s ship that had ever gotten the furthest beneath his skin.

Even now as he stood, still leaned against Disco’s desk while intently watching you redress, this was far from a recent attraction.

He’d known who you were for years now. The little stray that Tsuru had picked up in the North Blue somewhere along the way while pursuing him.

Of course, you’d still been as weak as a kitten in comparison to him at first, even with a little haki at your command. But a headache then blossoming for his soldiers as you’d clearly thrived under Tsuru’s specific brand of mothering. And you still had yet to hit your own power ceiling, noticeably improving year after year which was the truer danger.

You were a lioness in the making. One who he now had the privilege of either furthering the potential of, or extinguishing entirely. Because at least for now, you were still caught between what you’d been and what you could be.

But he appreciated how quickly you recovered from defeat as well. Your posture already looking strong again, head held confidently with that innate pride that couldn’t be taught.

It was almost elegant then, this poise within you that conflicted with your sailor’s tongue and brawler’s spirit. The contrast making him feel a little amorous all over again as he moved forward while you’d been putting on that long marine coat.

Your eyes flitted to him cautiously as he closed that distance in only a few steps. But you still didn’t stop his hands as they met your collar.

A false chivalry, just another excuse to touch you really as he then buttoned the very top of your coat enough for the collar to cover some of your fresh bruises.

Some, but not all. The marks from his fingertips still painted your jaw. Where he’d first grabbed you in ambush from the rafters.

It’d been that much pressure from his hand even as he’d kissed you earlier in that initial attack. Because in actuality he’d wanted to rip that smile right off your face, and maybe your throat along with it. Your smile that had emerged as you’d flirted with Aokiji.

You’d denied renewed need for the admiral. But Doflamingo knew what he’d seen. That expression was unmistakable. 

And he never wanted to see it on you again, unless it was for him alone of course. Which was disconcerting how quickly this had consumed his thoughts, yet not fully surprising.

The warlord was a man that didn’t take half measures in anything. When he truly wanted someone, man or woman, there was no holding back. He would pursue you as thoroughly as he desired to and for as long as he chose to. Never a day less.

This was his right as a god still trapped among this hellscape of insects of course. He could have whoever he wanted.

But he knew the risks as well. Disco and his men wouldn’t be saying a word of what he’d done to you this morning. Because there’d be no pieces left of them for anyone to find if they did.

But the slaves might talk once their initial shock had dissipated. And anyone with eyes may question your visible injuries. You were too strong to have struggled against just any low level lackey to take those hits. 

Yet part of him wanted that to be questioned. Doflamingo wanted Aokiji to see these marks and ask you why. He wanted that other man to know that you were no longer free for the taking, even if it wasn’t clear who had claimed you now. That was the primary reason he’d excused you to see the admiral tonight after all. You wouldn’t confess in full to your friends regardless, he trusted that too.

Not because he thought you were actually loyal to him yet, but because you were too selfish to jeopardize your own career. Even if a warlord was technically an ally to the marines by way of special government contract, morally your friends would never appreciate you willfully bedding a pirate he was sure.

And it would be willfully again. He had meant it when he’d said he wanted you to stay a while with him. He’d make sure that Vergo approved shore leave for you at least for a few days when this had had a little time to blow over.

It still had to be before Tsuru returned though. Because the difficulty would increase exponentially then. He tried not to think of that right now actually. 

A battle for another day.

“I’ll do the talking out there. But I expect you to keep your part of the deal, woman.” He reminded you a bit severely regardless.

But even now, your eyes were still on his red glasses as Doflamingo found himself smirking down at you.

He would still have to commend Vergo for the effort in getting you here. The reason anything had gone awry at all was only because of your poor choice to overplay your hand and antagonize him with Aokiji.

“I’ll contact you later to confirm. Once things have settled a little more. And I’ll let you know what days to ask for.” That was the last instruction Doflamingo then gave you in private before walking out the door.

He made sure to exit first too, even those little movements meaning something as you were only allowed to walk out behind him as a good subordinate should.

But he could train you in all these unspoken rules in time he was sure.

Now, back out in the cage area, the fear from everyone else was palpable. Especially as he’d quickly addressed them all as the roaches that they really were to him.

“Listen up, trash!” He also grouped Disco and his men in with that moniker of course. “If you really don’t recognize this handsome face from the previous world’s most wanted lists, my name is Donquixote Doflamingo. Royal Shichibukai and coincidentally, also the new owner of this shithole we now stand within.”

But even then as everyone else squirmed, the warlord was hyperaware of you and your calm stance. You there at his side with your arms crossed. Irritated a bit at his theatrics, yet you also could have hung back to be literally anywhere else in the cage area. But here you were right beside him.

And fuck, if he didn’t still like that proximity too. It felt like somewhere you should be, on leash and at his heel. Yet he did still step slightly forward, keeping you to his side but just subtly behind him.

He alone was the master here after all, even as he put credit to your own reputation. “But this marine here is also a name I’m demanding you to remember. Captain (Y/N) from marine HQ. Because it’s only her that you have to thank for every single one of you walking free today.”

You really weren’t sure about your name coming out of his mouth so publicly that way though. His right eye caught that slight frown from you that told him so even in his peripheral vision. 

Disco’s men about gasped like idiots all over again naturally, while the slaves barely looked up. Of course they didn’t yet trust that this wasn’t all some colossal joke.

“Because after some negotiations-” It was a wonder he could actually say that with a straight face himself. It wasn’t fully a lie though. Of course you’d negotiated, but without speaking. He’d gagged you so that you wouldn’t say anything he didn’t want Disco to know.

But you didn’t need to speak for your body to do the talking for you.

“The captain has brought to my attention enough infractions and lapses against current World Government regulations that all inventory here is now under voided purchase contract.” 

He did glower to the employees specifically then. “So open the cage and let them walk. Now that this is under new management though, we won’t be repeating your mistakes again.” Doflamingo grunted next, still entirely acting as if this loss of the slaves hadn’t been his own idea just minutes earlier.

He could convincingly play pretend when he needed to. Just as during Disco’s first whining phone call this morning. When Doflamingo had acted annoyed as if he wasn’t already sunning casually on the auction house roof waiting for that exact call via mini transponder snail. It’d been simple enough to slip right inside through the windows soon after.

Disco had been the only one completely in the dark. Vergo had picked the time and place. Doflamingo had only had to be ready. 

And the warlord did hang around now while you called Vergo yourself to ask for backup in escorting out the slaves.

It was funny to listen in on really. Vergo having to continue the game, and doing it so well. As if his true lord and master wasn’t still standing right beside you, them both having planned this days earlier.

Of course, actually freeing any slaves was a true surprise. But Vergo would never question any choices his master made. No matter how unexpected.

And as Vergo confirmed to you that he was on his way, Doflamingo waited for this rare chance to see an old friend face to face.

But it wasn’t a fully uneventful wait. He was still watching you of course to pass the time. Analyzing everything as you had entered the cage then to free that merboy yourself once you knew reinforcements were imminent. 

And it did become clear that Aokiji hadn’t been overselling that particular weakness in you at all. Because you really did care about brats didn’t you?

He watched how easily you were able to talk to the boy. You being the same woman he knew had beaten information out of his own foot soldiers more than once, now just smiling and on your knees then while you got the skittish creature to drop its guard.

In fact, in a very short time the boy was clutching your neck, wishing to be carried. Not so different than when Baby 5 had used to hold to his own leg as he walked his family away from a fresh kill site. 

He oddly considered then if you’d ever be impressed with his own children. Could he use them against you? Buffalo, Baby 5, Monet, Sugar, or Dellinger. Perhaps more like younger siblings in truth. But he’d had a heavy hand in raising them too he’d say. 

Only one of his six “kids” had been a disappointment that left the family actually. And that wasn’t too bad of odds now was it?

Even Law may come back to the fold someday though. The Heart seat still sat empty as Doflamingo had at least hoped as much.

“It’s okay.” He heard you coo then however, carrying that boy now, one arm around the back and another supporting his tail.

Quite motherly in your attentions really as Doflamingo chuckled before he could stop himself. Because it really was an interesting parallel too wasn’t it?

Tsuru was your mentor. But he wondered if she’d ever told you the truth in where his and her complicated relationship had really started.

He’d only been a child himself when he’d first met that woman. And things had almost gone an entirely different way. Not that he thought he would have ended up changing his final ambitions of course. But the path to get there would have altered substantially. She’d wanted to make a marine out of him. Not at first. But by the end when it was already far too late.

‘Save him’ in principle at least. Obviously that was much the same strategy she’d later used on you, except without anyone to stop her then. You hadn’t had a Trebol in your life to steer you so violently elsewhere.

But as Doflamingo kept watching you interact with the merboy, his thoughts did begin to wander even further.

Dellinger was already eight now. The current youngest in his crew. So it had been a while since they’d recruited any fresh blood like that. Obviously it made huge differences in outcomes, training loyalty into a child, versus adults who already had their own motives and ambitions.

And if he was being honest, Law might never be in his grasp again. Rosinante had made sure of that. Fucking his own brother over so hard as a parting gift back then. Something that still made Doflamingo’s blood boil if he ever thought of it for even more than a moment. Because he’d never been that hurt before or since by someone he should have been able to trust with his life.

His own brother.

But regardless, what was done was done. And how could he really not consider all options when you presented this fresh opportunity?

If Law truly refused to step up and be his new Heart…why not just make another Law? One with the actual blood of the gods this time, or at least a demigod anyway to be specific.

The process to do so would surely be pleasurable enough for him at least. 

You may disagree nine months later of course. 

His resulting smirk must have been quite nasty then. Enough so that he saw you glance to him warily, as if concerned he was about to start another fight.

“It’s nothing,” He grinned back at you. “Just thinking.”

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“Good work, Captain.” Demon Bamboo Vergo was actually commending you. While wide eyed rookies now milled about everywhere once your temporary crew had arrived. The commotion had now moved outside the auction house. All of you spread out in small groups standing in the grass.

“Yes, sir.” You answered reflexively, though the right to celebrate that praise remained elusive. Even as you could see those women who wouldn’t even look at you before now broken down in tears of relief.

The rookies were assuring them over and over that they were finally safe. They’d be taken to Marineford directly and to the infirmary for health checks. They would stay protected on base until their families could be contacted and reunited with them.

Everyone kept complimenting you actually. You’d already heard the “hero” word tossed around more than once. 

But the warlord was still here, right beside you and Vergo. Still goddamn smiling too, making it clear how hollow of a victory this really was.

“Warlord Donquixote Doflamingo, I will need a statement from you as well.” Vergo commented. “I’ll take it down in my notebook of course.”

And as Vergo seemed to look around in mild confusion, it was actually Doflamingo that spoke. “Do you carry a notebook? You didn’t come over with one, Vice Admiral.”

“You’re right. I don’t have a notebook.” Vergo answered, still sounding puzzled.

Good lord. You looked up in new confusion of your own. 

“Captain, be a dear and go find your commanding officer something to take down my statement. We’ll wait.” Doflamingo said with a grin, seeming all too pleased all over again.

You glanced briefly to Vergo, and when seeing that he wasn’t going to say anything to defend you, you walked off in annoyance to do as asked.

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“I suppose I’m expected to not let a warlord speak down to one of my subordinates.” Vergo only commented rather deadpan when you were far enough away again. No other marines were now in earshot.

“Yeah, you’re not.” Doflamingo agreed. But he adjusted his red glasses, keeping his voice reasonably quiet all the same as he smiled one of his rarest kinds, a genuine one. They wouldn’t have long. “It’s good to see you, partner.”

“Yes. It’s been a while, Doffy.” Vergo’s voice changed just slightly too, much more familiar. Like one brother speaking to another really, despite the power only going one way between them. “Things still progressing well in Dressrosa?”

“I’m here aren’t I?” Doflamingo answered with some satisfaction. “It’s getting easier every day. The dwarves started cooperating far better once we got a hold of their princess.”

“It’s good you can finally depend on the other officers enough to travel more freely again.” 

“Yeah.” It really had been so long since the two of them had been together. It was unfortunate that their conversation had to be this short as Doflamingo went back to the matter at hand a few moments after. “So what do you think of her, Vergo?”

But his subordinate didn’t mind the brevity. He was here to serve as always. “She can operate on her own. But I can tell she’s too used to Tsuru’s rules. She seeks out direction and validation. She wants to be told what she’s allowed to do. Though that works in your favor somewhat I’d think.”

“To a degree. But she really pissed me off this morning. You learn anything else about her and Aokiji?”

“They were having breakfast together not long after dawn. I don’t know if they arrived to the mess hall together. But I could feel his haki change just from surprising him by interrupting. I would say he’s protective of her at least.”

“Clearly.” Doflamingo’s smile had faded at this additional tidbit of info. “But listen. I told her she can go out with him tonight. So don’t interfere anymore for now unless I tell you to.”

Vergo turned his head to look at his boss with just the slightest question.

“I know. It’s the opposite of what I told you a few days ago. I’m still not wanting them too close. But I need proof too. If he’s going to be a real problem or not. I want to see what happens.”

“Of course. As you wish, Doffy.” It’s not as if it really mattered. Doflamingo’s word was the only law. Motive had no real bearing.

“And she’s going to put in a request for time off at some point. Make sure that gets approved. She’ll be staying with me a few days at the Sabaody house.”

“Alright.” Vergo agreed.

And for a moment they were both silent. You had indeed found a notepad and pen and were heading back their way.

So there was only just the shortest time left if Doflamingo was going to get this off his chest to one of the handful of people he truly still trusted in this world. And it came out so plainly as his hands tightened within his pockets. 

“I like her, Vergo.”

“I can tell.” The other man answered so immediately, it left no question of how obvious this already was to those few that understood the Heavenly Demon.

But then that was it. The charade was back on as Vergo looked to you as you closed in. “Captain, please write the statement as dictated.” He instructed to you.

You looked less than thrilled for the abrupt secretary work, yet said nothing but, “Yes, sir.” Holding the notepad in one hand and the pen in the other expectantly.

The warlord leaned down towards you with a wicked smile too, hands still in his pockets. He’d get a whole lot less work done if you were the view in his office every day.

But he did give his statement to you then, easily switching gears to communicate in the legalese he knew the world government would require. Basically saying a lot while still saying so little. And admitting no personal wrongdoing of his own of course. He blamed it all on the previous ownership, and Disco’s incompetence as well.

He watched your rushed handwriting, amused as you were forced to keep up.

And when he was done, he had to add the flourish of an intentionally pretentious sounding. “Dictated, but not read.” But also the final bait to you as he looked directly into your eyes while requesting that final sarcastic signature, “Faithfully yours, Donquixote Doflamingo.”

You refused to be flustered in front of Vergo though, at least outwardly. Just handing the paper and pen to the Vice Admiral next for him to sign as witness.

“Well, it’s been fun. Enjoy filing that with Sengoku, sailors.” Doflamingo straightened up again then, seeing that there was no more real interaction to be had.

And he walked away at last, the other marines parting easily for him as he loomed over the majority of them in just height alone. He’d be in touch with both you and Vergo soon enough however. 

He’d traded his profits in the Charybdis war for you already hadn’t he by pulling out if it? And now these multiple slaves let go all just for one of you.

You were absolutely an investment by this point. Both in time, money, and mental energy.

Would it pay off?

Who the fuck knew. But it’d be entertaining at minimum to see how far this ship could sail.

———————————

By the time you’d finally gotten back to your quarters at Marineford, the sun had already set. And you were still hurting pretty badly to be true. But you were absolutely the talk of your peers, as you had been nearly all day now.

The word had gotten back from all the rookies off Vergo’s ship about how you’d led the evacuation of the “Employment Office” on Sabaody after finding some kind of violations there. The former slaves had been transported to Marineford at your and Vergo’s request, and then to the infirmary.

Their families were being contacted and they would be reunited with them as soon as feasible. And the merboy that had somewhat started it all in your mind had been the sweetest damn thing too once freed. You’d carried him yourself most the way as he’d still been so skittish of all your male colleagues. No doubt because they more resembled the slavers that had initially netted him.

It was definitely a team effort as always though. Once back on base, Aokiji had used his contacts to get approval for a coated marine ship to escort the boy back to Fish-Man Island this very same evening. And Hina had volunteered to help there too actually. Her going with that ship tonight to be someone you could trust, and another woman that the child wouldn’t fully fear as you’d gotten back to the barracks to shower and change when your own shift was over.

Your thighs were badly bruised, ribs and chest too from being slammed against Disco’s desk. You didn’t normally wear pants, but you had to tonight. Plus a turtle neck shirt to cover up Doflamingo’s bites across your throat. 

You’d still had to spend some extra time at the mirror too though. Trying to add concealer and foundation powder over the bruises still on your jawline that the turtle neck couldn’t reach. Marks from Doflamingo’s fingertips when he’d first whipped your head back and squeezed there in his initial ambush.

And this was such a dichotomy still. Being talked about like a real hero of the moment, even as you hid the majority of the abuse you’d really exchanged for those false accolades.

When you were ready in these civilian clothes though, you had just been opening the door to go into the hallway as you startled.

Aokiji, or Kuzan really as he was actually now in black slacks and a dress shirt himself, was standing right there in front of you. He’d been about to knock when you’d flung the door open.

“Holy crap,” You thwacked him once in the abdomen in retaliation for the scare. “Don’t do that!”

He backed up one large step, but you could see the smile he was trying to hold back. “Well who did you think I was? I told you I’d meet you.”

“I thought you meant outside!” You retorted.

And even as you stepped out of your quarters to join him in the hallway, other sailors were walking through. A girl you only barely knew actually winked at you as she skirted behind Kuzan’s tall frame in her way.

He didn’t see what came next though as she looked back and mouthed to you.

Lucky!

They thought he was your date of course. And you didn’t know, maybe friends could go on dates? He had mentioned that a couple more of his friends who had just made port tonight would be joining you anyway. It’s not like it’d just be the two of you.

———————————

Marineford was more than just a marine base of course. There was a whole other section just devoted to civilian contractors, the families of other marines, and those slices of life that were necessary to still be a self sufficient island. Stores, restaurants, and even a dance hall to name a few things. Though you prayed this romp would not end up anywhere with dancing involved. Your body just wouldn’t be able to deal with that right now.

You’d kept at Kuzan’s side though. There were little shuttles that ran sailors and civilians from all parts of the island. But there was still a lot of walking to be had regardless.

“Full moon.” He commented then, glancing skyward in brief appreciation of that nighttime view as you and he had cut through another side street. Just at the right angle to now see that white orb framed over a fountain at the nearby intersection.

“Bad night to be a Mink.” You yawned without meaning to.

He looked at you as he quipped back. “Or worse to be the victim of a Mink?” 

Yet you saw his eyebrow raise at the tired look you still gave in return. 

“You going to make it there, Captain?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” You lied. Though in all honesty it was more the mental drain that was worse. You fought strong pirates, bandits, and whoever else all the time. This wouldn’t be the first or last time that you’d be getting over injuries. It was just everything else that had gone off the rails now. You had no idea what to expect anymore.

“You know…” Kuzan said then, still glancing at the sky as a darker cloud had begun moving over the bright moon. “Master Zephyr used to tell us that the only marines who publicly showed their exhaustion were either the lazy ones-“ He smiled with some nostalgia there. “He meant me of course.” But then he looked back to you. “Or the ones who were among comrades that they felt safe enough to drop their guard with.”

You paused, looking up at him as the two of you now stood near that decorative fountain at the meeting of these streets. 

Of course he wanted you to open up a little more didn’t he? He knew there was something going on with you. But as much as that realization of him trying to figure it out should have stressed you further, somehow you still smiled at him. “You’re so corny sometimes.”

He gave you a look that said he’d been told that more than once too before sighing. “And you’re still as hard headed as they come.”

You slid closer to his side a little, bumping him with your shoulder somewhat playfully before starting to walk on.

“Buy me a drink. Or three. And then we can talk about the moon and the stars all you want, Admiral.”

It was a diversionary tactic to be true, but he didn’t seem to mind. You heard his genuine chuckle as he followed behind you to the restaurant.

———————————

This place was new like he’d said. And very crowded tonight as the two of you were almost pressed together as you snaked through the loud conversations and people already grouped up here and there.

Several sailors acknowledged him as always as you passed them. Either actual friends of his, or just rookies excited to see an admiral out here in the wild casually amongst the rank and file.

It wasn’t until you’d almost gotten to the table that he’d reserved, that some more sailors had parted from where they’d been talking and you saw Tashigi’s face light up as she stood to wave in greeting.

And maybe it was because of everything else already weighing you down, but you honestly took a moment to make the connection. You had started to wave back, with that split second of being glad to see her here existing before the realization of who she was always with had had you stop so suddenly.

Enough so that Kuzan ran into your back and had to put his hands on your shoulders to rebalance himself as you and Smoker made eye contact from across that table.

The true surprise in Smoker’s resulting expression made it perfectly clear that this had indeed been a trap for you both.

“Easy now.” You heard Kuzan’s voice immediately, his hands actually tightening on your shoulders since he was already against you anyway. He’d felt that immediate tension and wasn’t about to let you do something stupid again here.

Smoker was scowling now himself, but said nothing at first as Kuzan still ushered you to the table for you all to sit together.

It was then you and Kuzan, and Tashigi and Smoker at the four seater table as silence hung for a moment even in the still noisy atmosphere of the restaurant.

Smoker looked to Kuzan eventually though, rightfully accusatory and still somewhat taken aback. “…The hell are you trying to do, Kuzan? You didn’t say a thing about this!”

Tashigi was now holding her own hands nervously clasped together on the table before she blurted out. “It was my idea!”

“What!?” Smoker’s head whipped around to glare at her too beside him.

“Which I agreed to.” Kuzan answered easily. “Because you two have to get over this. Whether it’s now or later. So it might as well be now.”

You were just staring down at the table by then though, as if that wood grain now held the mysteries of life itself as you felt your stomach twisting.

“Before it’s on the battlefield and an enemy uses it against you! We have to be able to trust each other with our lives don’t we!?” Tashigi pleaded in an abrupt addition.

“Since when are you so tactical!? Don’t be over dramatic!” Smoker grunted back at her.

And the tit for tat went on for a bit longer than that too. Tashigi and Smoker now arguing, and Kuzan occasionally commenting in agreement with Tashigi. But in all the back and forth, you hadn’t said a thing.

You never even looked up. Not until a gentle touch met your hand in your lap. 

The shock of that was enough to make you realize just how close you’d been to actually becoming emotional here in front of everyone before you glanced back up to Kuzan. Your eyes were stinging slightly, though no tears had come.

And he squeezed your hand just a single time before he let it go again.

The others probably hadn’t even seen it, the gesture having happened beneath the table as you took a breath and were then able to speak again.

“It’s fine. I get it.” You said to all of them now. “People break up every day. Of course I’d still have your back when out in the field. That doesn’t change. But can we get some drinks already?”

And maybe Smoker did catch the odd waver still in your voice then. Because his scowl faded quite a bit at that, and you could feel the way he was watching you again.

There’d been a time not so long ago when you could have elicited much more positive emotions from that man than just this most basic level of human empathy. But maybe that was gone forever.

It’s not like you didn’t have enough to already be overwhelmed with anyway as you could still feel that warmth that had creeped into your chest just at Kuzan’s touch.

An entirely ironic thing on its own for how chilled his hand had really felt tightly against yours in that brief moment.

Yes, you were now absolutely going to over do it tonight. You knew that just as sure as anything. Because you wanted every shot, and every full glass that you could stand to dull this train wreck already in process.

———————————

At the least though, you and Smoker hadn’t made things intolerable for everyone else the rest of the night. But the two of you could both really get into alcohol when pressed, and had done so heavily now.

Even though Kuzan and Tashigi both knew unhealthy over indulgence when they saw it, this was also about the best way this could have gone down. You were both too stubborn and too prideful to make amends any other way.

So the drinks had just kept coming, almost as if you were both trying to outdo one another. There’d been food in there somewhere too. But you couldn’t even remember the taste of it by the time you were then holding onto Kuzan’s arm in order to leave the restaurant and bar a few hours later.

You had heard him offer to help Tashigi with Smoker too. But she said they were actually still docked in the harbor and supposed to sail again at first light. So it made more sense for them to return to their ship rather than the barracks now.

Some others from Smoker’s crew had been nearby and were then helping escort him alongside the contrastingly sober Tashigi back to port.

You didn’t think you’d even seen her drink anything more than a mocktail and water all night actually as she congratulated you yet again on the whole slave freeing debacle.

Smoker had paused to tell you goodbye as well though. Even if he wasn’t quite walking straight anymore. “Take care of yourself, alright? …I’m sure I’ll see you.”

“Yeah,” you’d said. Even as you felt Kuzan hug your waist with one arm to keep you from slipping down again. It wasn’t an angry parting as just exes this time at least. It kind of felt like a real goodbye more than anything. “See you around, Smoker…”

And there was finally almost a sadness in it as you saw the way he looked at you one last time. 

But it was what it was as you tried not to think of all the other bar nights where you and he would have just ended up passing out together after stumbling to your quarters or his. Then getting up in the morning, still smelling like cigars and booze before heading into the shower together for some rough wake up sex to help push those dueling hangovers away.

You two sure hadn’t hated each other then. And really, you didn’t now either. But it just couldn’t work, knowing how he really felt about your ambitions. And there was no more reason to waste one another’s time to pretend any different.

You and Kuzan were now going one way, and Tashigi and Smoker another.

Unlike Tashigi though, Kuzan had also drank his fair share, but nothing extreme like you and Smoker had.

You could smell the alcohol on the admiral, but it was almost pleasant. Some nice aged drink he’d been nursing all night even as you had swapped more between vodka and shots. 

He had the duty of still being your compass too as you both walked on.

And when you’d nearly tripped again, you did your best to still apologize to him. “Sorry...I know it sucks babysitting me.”

But he still had that wry smile. “You were just trying to get the demons out. Trust me, I know how it goes.” Yet he looked amused a bit now too. “I haven’t seen Smoker pound them back quite that fast in a while either. Man’s going to be in a lot of pain come tomorrow.”

“And there’s supposed to be a squall coming out there.” You replied. Because oh yes, bad hangovers on rough seas were their own kind of special hell.

You both laughed some then, having been there, done that more times than you’d care to admit. 

But when you leaned more into him, just steadying yourself as you walked together, he had quieted again.

For a few more streets it went on like that too, walking with his arm around you for support. It did feel safe. 

It felt almost right.

“(Y/N).” Kuzan said carefully after a while more though, and you realized he was looking up at the moon a little again. “If you were having trouble with something…if you weren’t okay, you know I’d help you right?”

“Hmm?” You murmured in question to his own. Not trying to avoid anything really, just not clear in mind enough now as you rested your head against him when he’d stopped.

His unique body heat had always been a strange thing to you. It was there, but only on the surface. Because he still had a heartbeat and flowing blood like anyone else of course. But if you pressed against him further, really leaned into him, it was that colder chill you could start to feel. Like a second comforting layer that was hard to explain.

“I’m never okay, Kuzan.” You said with your cheek now against the soft fabric of his shirt. That cool feeling was still there, just as expected.

Some things just couldn’t be forgotten.

And you felt him move. He’d gone from just one arm around your waist to support and guide you, to both now around you as if he really thought you were going to fall down.

The night felt even a little colder then too, but you liked it. You always had when he let you get as close as this.

His hand had left your waist soon after though to move under your chin. And so very gently then, he turned your head so that you knew he was looking at the heavier makeup there which you’d so rarely wear. Makeup to cover the bruises that you hadn’t had at breakfast with him this morning.

But he didn’t say anything. And so close like this, you could smell the alcohol a bit stronger on him now.

Had he just looked at your lips? Yes, he absolutely had. And you felt something flutter inside of you.

But when he’d leaned in, his arms only tightened around you in a true hug.

“It’s getting late. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

———————————

And he hadn’t asked you anymore questions after that. You had really started to feel nauseous just outside the barracks though. 

It was a false alarm however, even as you bent over near the bushes with Kuzan patiently holding your hair just in case until that awful feeling had subsided again.

A gloriously kind scene you likely wouldn’t have to remember as he had steered you back to your door in the corridor soon after.

And as you leaned on your own doorframe as if it was the only thing still tethering you to the ground in this moment, he’d still managed a smile at you.

“I suggest sleeping on the floor tonight. Probably beside the toilet actually.”

“Yeah…” You somewhat agreed. But “Thank you.” was all that came out next as you looked at him seriously.

And it was that odd feeling again.

You felt like his eyes were saying that he didn’t want to leave. Even as he stepped back away. “You’re welcome. Now get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you’re still alive.”

The words were simple, yet significant all the same as you’d nodded in affirmation before disappearing behind your closing door.

Friends could call friends. It still wasn’t necessarily what it felt like even as you collapsed onto your bed, boots and jacket still on as you fell quickly into much needed sleep.

———————————

There was no real sense of time after that. Whether it’d been an hour or three, you only knew that you’d been dreaming something. 

That fantasy dissipating into the noise of your transponder snail now ringing persistently.

“Fuck…” You weren’t all the way awake until you’d fully impacted the ground. Your leg twisted in your blanket as you’d fallen while trying to get off the bed. 

The snail went teetering over as well as it and the receiver slid across the floor.

It was a weird stretch and crawl you’d had to do then, leg still tangled in the fabric as you picked up the receiver and put it to the side of your face. 

You were laid out fully then, on the floor as Kuzan had recommended you do to start with as you spoke tiredly. “Hello?”

“Did you just throw the goddamned phone?” A much more lucid voice came immediately taunting from the other end.

And your eyes opened into the darkness of your bedroom at that, staring at nothing as you tried to understand.

You started to say his name in surprise too, but he was still much faster.

“Ah, don’t be so rash. This isn’t a secured line, angel.”

Your eyebrows had lowered all the same. Your mind in disbelief. “How did you…”

But Doflamingo laughed anyway, as if that alone wasn’t one of the most identifiable sounds you’d ever heard. “All the things that I’m capable of, and you’re going to be amazed that I can read a public phone directory? I told you I’d be in contact.”

But this soon? 

You curled up a little on the floor then, his voice echoing a bit to you with your already significant headache.

“You woke me up,” You complained.

“I can tell.” Though he already sounded curious too. Even now, that light slur in your words was apparent, and more than just from the sudden sleep interruption.

“Are you actually drunk, woman?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation.

You could hear a little growl, a pleased sound really as even your snail formed an indulgent smirk on its lips in response.

“Naughty girl. So you’re alone then?”

He wasn’t stupid. He knew you wouldn’t be talking like this if you weren’t. But again you still answered. “Yes.”

You didn’t have the ability to properly deal with him right now. In fact, you were still out of it enough to wonder if this was even reality as you closed your eyes again.

“I couldn’t sleep.” His dark voice stated next though, and with a tone that implied you were somehow responsible for this problem.

“And?…” What were you supposed to do about it?

“This bed is cold.” He insisted a little more, making sure you understood his meaning.

But was he really…no, there was no way he was just calling because he was horny again was he? Literally, he had already had his dick in you this morning. And you had had your hand around him after too, stroking that damned weapon of a cock until he’d coated your hand completely when he’d cum.

Wasn’t that enough for you to be left alone for at least a night? Even your drunk brain recognized this additional red flag in the sea of them that he’d already put out. Were you supposed to be at his beck and call anytime he had an urge?

“Are you calling me because you already think this is all I’m for? That I just bedhop at every opportunity or something?” You grumbled, the alcohol really helping this bit of new indignation even as you opened your eyes to stare at the snail.

And when the warlord didn’t have an instant comeback to that, you kept on. “I’m tired of just getting passed to the next guy…” Kuzan had broken up with you before you’d barely made a year together, Smoker just after two. Your track record wasn’t the greatest right now.

And it was absolutely drunken rambling by this point, but it didn’t make it any less true in your mind at least as you finished with, “And you’re just going to do the same I’m sure…fuck me around a while and then throw me away, right?”

“Is that really all you’re worried about?” His voice did respond then, having indulged you just enough to let you leave yourself even more vulnerable for what came next.

“But who said I was like them? I’m the one calling now to check in on you aren’t I? I’m the one who can’t sleep because I know I didn’t give you everything you wanted today.” But you could hear the grin on the other side. “How bad does it still hurt by the way?”

You made an incredulous noise, He was an absolute ass when he wanted to be. “Believe me, it hurts.” Whether he meant the pain of where he’d torn you though, or the fact that every guy you gave yourself to just kept dumping you didn’t matter. “And what was it that I supposedly wanted?”

“Pleasure. Attention. Praise.” He answered so smoothly.

“I think you’re talking about yourself.” You retorted, though feeling more flustered at even just the way he was saying those words. His voice could be like silk…it was disturbing the effect it still had.

“Yes, we’re similar in at least a few ways.” He actually agreed. But your resistance didn’t hamper him from playing the games he wanted to, when he wanted to either. “You know what I’m wearing right now, woman?”

And of course you felt the heat in your face with that abruptly lewd tone. But oh no, absolutely not. You were not about to do this on an unencrypted marine snail. And you couldn’t say his name as you tried unsuccessfully to redirect him. “Stop it, they might actually listen to these calls you know!”

He laughed. “Let them. You think you’d be the first marine to talk dirty to her boyfriend assigned on another island? I’d bet that’s the majority of the calls into and from those barracks actually.”

“Oh, so you’re my boyfriend?” You scoffed, just mocking him in return. And hoping the childishness of it all would ruin his mood. He’d taunted your feelings enough already today.

But he didn’t care, rolling with it easily as he still let it get even more personal. “Why not? You want me to say you’re my favorite right now? Fine. You’re my favorite. Because you couldn’t piss me off so much if you weren’t. You couldn’t have me hard even in my fucking sleep if you weren’t.”

“You’re so full of shit.” You said defensively, but your expression not matching your words as that heat that had been just in your face now spread into your chest.

It wasn’t fair. You were tired, you were drunk, and whatever had been happening with Kuzan earlier had already had you questioning so many things.

How truly stupid would you be to ever believe you were at all special to either man though. If Kuzan had wanted you, wouldn’t he have never let Smoker have you at all?

And if Doflamingo truly wanted you instead, it still would never be anything more than being used like a plaything. As if you’d even be his only one either. A charismatic asshole like this probably had multiple bedwarmers just like you spread out on every island on the Grand Line.

But he didn’t retort immediately. Surprisingly calm then as it sounded like he was stretching actually. And your extremely unhelpful brain was already imagining his long, lean body lazily splayed in a fancy bed somewhere in response.

Was he in the dark too? There was just the faintest moonlight coming through the blinds at your window. You could picture that as well, the moonlight making contrasts across his exposed chest or abdomen.

You’d never seen much else of him in truth. He’d always stayed dressed. Only his shirt unbuttoned and pants loosened just enough to get the job done.

You’d never seen his broad shoulders, his back muscles, his thighs…

Probably as tan and perfect as the rest of him. Somehow you just couldn’t picture any scars on that man if you ever really got to see it all.

And only his leading voice interrupted your bit of fantasizing there. Though of course not making anything any better as he still sounded so enticing. “And what makes you think I’m not capable of playing a longer game anyway?” He asked then.

“Well…you’re you.” You said, clearly running out of proper retorts by now.

“Which means what? That I only fuck and run? Time is money too you know. And I don’t waste either. How much money have I already blown on you now?”

He was quiet for just a little after though, not really expecting you to answer that. And you saw the snail wasn’t really smiling anymore. “You know I’m not letting you go back to sleep until you admit that I’m right.”

“Right about what?” You did question back then, but still much less assertively now.

“That you want me too obviously. And that it’s stronger than what you feel with him.”

He wasn’t joking. You tried to not look as surprised as you felt though. You knew how much the snails mimicked every look or doubt on their own faces.

But was that what was really keeping him awake then? He was still this stressed about Kuzan? The realization hit you pretty hard as you tried to understand it.

If you’d been fully sober, you probably would have remembered that a hallmark of controlling or abusive people was often how very insecure they actually were deep down. That they tried so hard to erase their own weaknesses through that outward display of confidence and cruelty.

It didn’t excuse their negative behavior, but it often accompanied it.

“Of course I want you,” You just breathed out in frustration though. What good would it do to pretend otherwise? It’s not like you knew how to hide it when alone with him. But you may have gone too far as well as you also finally admitted. “I don’t think about him when I take care of myself at night you know. It’s been you every time since that day.”

You heard him take a breath, and there was no question that he knew exactly what you meant. And just as you’d thought it would for all those nights that you’d played with yourself, this new information goaded him immediately.

“Fuck, woman. You should have called me.” He sounded needy and freshly irritated all at once.

As if you’d even known his number. He must be assuming you could have pulled the warlord files to get it. As if you would have risked doing that right now.

But his mind was now latched onto your confession of course as he only wanted to know more.

“Just your hand then? Or do you keep toys in your room?” His breathing was changing a little more too as he tried to coax these private details from you.

It made you feel more flustered as well in how quickly you were already learning his patterns. Even over the phone now, you knew the change in his sound when he was starting to get hard for you.

“Just my hand…on the outside. I’ve still been sore since the first time.” Sore ever since the basement in Mariejois, and only injured even more in Sabaody. Which you both knew whose fault that was.

You tried not to glance at the snail now for the completely lustful look it was giving you. You really hoped the damn things dissociated from what they had to hear at this point.

Though you were also sure that Doflamingo was right that you were far from the only couple who had these kinds of conversations from the barracks.

“Then touch it like that now,” He ordered you to do it again. “Make it wet for me. I want to hear what I’ve been missing out on.” 

His voice had dropped into that even more seductive range if that was possible. And as annoyed as you were, still fully dressed here on the floor, you did feel that damnable twinge beginning fresh between your legs at his urging.

“You’re relentless.” You told him. Even as you started undoing your belt.

There was his chuckle again, but you heard him give a little grunt too. You knew what he already had his hand around.

But if this was how it was going to be, he needed to set the scene for you as well. Was your previous imagination correct? Fair was fair.

“Where are you anyway?” You asked, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants then as you lifted enough to slide them off of your hips.

“At the house that I asked you to come to. Here in my bed with nothing but a smile on, lover.” His breathing had fully changed enough that he was roughly stroking himself now for sure.

And you didn’t know if he was ever going to decide on just one thing to call you. He seemed to enjoy having a nickname for you for every occasion at this point.

But that one was new. And it really hit somehow as you slipped your fingers into your underwear.

“Lover, huh?” You asked, making clear that it had had an affect as you leaned back onto the floor and started spreading your legs for him.

“You like that, don’t you?” He further indulged. “It’s what you are now though…you know that right? You’re mine. Just like that swollen clit I bet you’re petting. It all belongs to me now.”

And you were rubbing it. Staying away from the true entrance, but teasing that bundle of nerves on the outside as you pretended it was his tongue between your legs again.

You did make a soft sound of arousal before you could stop yourself as your hips moved.

“I want you here.” Was what you confessed even on top of this after a while, pride vanishing the more your body continued to heat up. Even the hangover headache wasn’t enough to counteract what was happening to you now.

He actually groaned at that too. And you could hear his bed starting to creak from over the phone, he was thrusting unabashedly into his own hand then. “I know, I know. Fuck…I want it too. I want to feel you.” It sounded like you were torturing him in that instant as well with what he couldn’t have.

Of course even for a warlord, breaking into Marineford, the home of not only marine HQ but Sengoku and all three of his admirals in the middle of the night was a huge ask.

An impossibility really as he let out another moan for you. “I want you on this cock. You squeeze it so goddamn perfect when you are. I won’t rip that cunt next time, woman…I’ll take care of it until you’re begging me for more. Begging me to cum and fill you again. I swear-” His breath hitched once more and he actually laughed without being able to stop himself, the pleasure sounding so intense.

And by then you had completely dampened your underwear, rubbing your fingers rhythmically between your now slick folds in companionship to his voice.

“Please.” Yes, everything he said was what you wanted him to do to you. But when? How long until you could really see him again? You rocked your own hips harder with that need beginning to crest.

“Say it again,” he growled hungrily. He was clearly already so close to his own release. It couldn’t be helped. You drove him to the edge just that quickly.

And it was pathetically short for you as well as your thighs already tensed and even your torn center clenched at what was only there in your imagination. That was already the first orgasm, with an even deeper one building behind it.

“Please…” You knew you couldn’t say his name, even as desperately as you wanted to then. “I want you to do it.” So you tried another name, not knowing what else to do. But knowing what he wanted to hear. “Cum in me, baby. Please.”

“Yes…goddamn. Fuck it, that’s it. That’s it, fuck me,” And his voice was shaking as you heard him gasp as he came hard.

It made you tremble too, those deep contractions going off inside of you one after another, trying to pull in something that wasn’t even there as you whined for him.

You could hear his deep breathing too as he lingered as long as he could on that natural high.

And when you had both finally settled, an almost warm chuckle emanated from that phone.

“It’s all over me. Hell, woman. You’re supposed to be here to lick it off.” And you heard his bed creak again as if he was shifting to look at what he’d done. “It got all the way up to my chest. Damn.”

He was complaining, but he wasn’t. His voice still sounded all too satisfied as he added.

“It may even be in my hair. Fuck you, woman. I have to sleep in this now.” The snail was smiling so wide.

“Just take a shower, asshole.” Somehow you knew you could get away with this right now as you wiped your own wet fingers off on your blanket on the floor. You were actually smiling too. Only real smiles were contagious you knew.

And you were right on that new lightness in his mood as he made an exaggerated sound after, like wanting your pity. He was actually being playful with you. “No, fuck that. The shower’s too far. I’m tired now.”

“Then suffer I guess.” You said, pulling that same blanket closer to you to curl up in it for real.

“I will.” He answered, and it sounded like he was getting comfortable as well. He really was just going to sleep in the mess he’d made and worry about it later apparently.

If you had been together in the same room right now, you wondered if he would have kicked you from his bed though. What kind of man was he when it came to that? 

Once he’d had his way with someone, did he want to share his bed at all when the deed was done? Would he have held you right now? He had held you a little in Disco’s office. But, that wasn’t really the same as sleeping side by side.

“Sober up and get some rest,” He spoke again though, and he did sound more lethargic there. “I’ll be back out of town for a while. But it’ll work out. Next time I see you, your little hole will be healed and we’ll do this properly, face to face. Deal?”

How was he so good at this though? It seemed impossible that the same man that had practically tortured you this morning by trying to break you in half over the edge of Disco’s desk was now making you desperately wish you were wrapped up in this blanket together. All in the span of a single day he’d shown you both sides of himself again.

“Yeah. You’re going to tell me when to put in for shore leave?” You asked

“I will.” He assured.

“Good night then I guess.” How else were you supposed to end this call? Still feeling needy, but a bit confused as to the reasons for it as you readied to hang up the snail.

“Good night, lover. Thanks for the help. I’ll be in touch.” And it wasn’t mocking at all then, not even a little as you heard the click of the line disconnect.

Your snail immediately closed its eyes, content to return to the sleep the two of you had so rudely kept it from. So you placed the receiver back on top of its shell, then truly alone again in the dark.

But you still felt warm, with a very special kind of dread within that too. 

Lovers? Was that supposed to be any better than just a random fling? Was it supposed to mean something to you? You didn’t know all the nuances here. Either you were with someone or you weren’t.

He didn’t want you sleeping with anyone else now though. You’d gathered that much. But, were there any rules for him? Or could he still pick up any and everyone he wanted?

Whether there would ever be any implied fidelity here was too much to really think about for long though. 

You decided to just let it go for now. Back to fantasizing of being held by your particular choice of warlord, falling to sleep as everything slipped away to dreams again.

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Thanks for reading!

[chaussetteblanche]

If you still write for kit, can I request something where the reader is kits gf and comes out to him as bisexual, and is really nervous about it even tho he’s super accepting (like are you sure you’re okay with it) bc they get scared but he’s super reassuring 🥺

hi love ! yes, i still write for kit ! of course :) thanks for requesting !! sorry for taking so long to answer !

pairing : kit connor x female!reader summary : you come out as bi to kit word count : 1.2k warnings : none, i think

You'd first felt it when you were younger. You loved the Totally Spies and spent your afternoons watching the show when you'd come home from school. And you especially loved Britney. She was like the perfect mix of Sam, Clover and Alex. Who wouldn't love her ? But you didn’t think anything of it back then.

Then you had the same sort of feeling when you'd first watched Pirates of the Caribbean as a young teenager. Will Turner was gloriously handsome, of course, but you felt the same way about Elizabeth Swan. She was graceful, not to mention beautiful, and could handle her own in battle, she could shoot, kick ass... What couldn't she do ? You didn’t think twice about it then, either.

Same happened when you met a girl at camp. She was nice and beautiful and really funny. You were so happy to be her friend. You didn’t realize what the butterflies in your stomach whenever she touched you meant.

You'd never thought too much about these feelings, figuring everyone felt the same. It's totally normal to wonder what it would be like to kiss your female friends, right ? Everybody did that, didn't they ?

A lot of your friends came out over the years, so you grew more familiar with the LGBTQ+ community, sexualities and gender identities. But you never questioned your own. And why would you ? You were now dating Kit, had been for a few months, actually, so why would you even think about questioning your sexuality ?

And then Kit got cast for Heartstopper. And with him, you dived even deeper into the world of queerness. And more than once, when helping him rehearse his lines, you'd read the script and thought : hey, I feel this way sometimes, too. But still, you didn't think too much about it.

And then, Heartstopper finally came out. All of the cast gathered to binge watch it in one day. You had been invited too, along with the other significant others. Everyone had to bring something, so you and Kit had made a heart-shaped chocolate cake that morning.

You were all snuggled up on the couch and Joe finally pushed play on the first episode. You were leaning in Kit’s side with your legs laying over his lap. He wrapped an arm your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head when the intro started.

You squealed along with everyone when Joe first appeared on the screen. Everyone screamed and laughed whenever a new character would appear on the screen. You watched episode after episode, glee filling your being and shining with pride as you watched Kit’s amazing performance.

You got quiet when Nick started questioning his sexuality. Your heart sped up when he did the “Are you gay” quiz on the internet. You quickly excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You tried to take deep breaths as you locked yourself in the bathroom. You’d felt the same things for women that Nick felt for men. Was it possible that you weren’t- straight ?

You locked the door behind you and leaned on the sink. Did you- like girls ? You looked at yourself in the mirror and winced at the look on your face. You didn’t like this. You didn’t like not knowing. A knock at the door startled you.

“Y/N ? You alright, love ?” Kit. You splashed some water onto your face and flushed the toilet, drying your face. “Yeah, just really had to go all of a sudden,” you lied as you unlocked and opened the door. Kit looked down at you and chuckled. “Oh, sorry, my love.” “It’s fine,” you laughed, “no worries, babe.”

You couldn’t get it out of your head for weeks. Did you like girls ? Were you pretending to ? Were you a lesbian ? No, you liked Kit. What were you ? You talked it over with your friends a lot. They all told you the same thing : “With time, you’ll know.” Maybe you would think you were bi for a while and then discover that you didn’t like men at all, or the contrary. It frustrated you to not know. No one else but you could know what your sexuality was. And the answer wouldn’t magically appear on a silver platter, as much as you wished it would.

Kit noticed your change in behaviour. Your temper was shorter than usual and you acted distant from him. After worrying for a few weeks, he finally confronted you. You were in the kitchen, making some instant ramen when he finally talked to you about it.

“Y/N ?” he asked tentatively. “Yeah ?” you hummed absent-mindedly. “Is something going on these days ?” You tensed at his words. He noticed immediately and touched your arm. “I don’t mean to upset you, love, but I just want to let you know that if something’s the matter with you, with us or with me, I’m here and you can talk to me about it you want to.”

You wanted to cry at his kindness and thoughtfulness. “I-“ Your voice caught in your throat. A ball formed in your stomach as you thought of voicing your thoughts and worrying. How would he react? Of course he'd understand, but- What ifs flooded your brain as you spluttered like a fish out of water. He took your hand in his, bringing you back to reality as he kissed your knuckled. "You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready to, you know." "No, I- I want to." You took a deep breath. Kit looked at you, giving you his undivided attention. "I've been feeling like this for a while now, and it only got stronger when we watched your show together because it really put it in front of me. Like I couldn't ignore it any longer, you know?" Kit tilted his head to the side, somewhat confused as to what you were speaking about. "I- I think I'm bisexual." The word felt alien in your mouth. "I think I like both boys, especially you, of course, and girls. I- I'm attracted to both."

Kit smiled at you, squeezing your hand. "Thank you for telling me. I know it's not easy." "No," you chuckled, wiping a stray tear from your eye, you didn't even know why you were crying, "it's not. But you make it easier." "And how do you feel about it?" "I- okay, I guess. It's good to know there are others like me, like us. H-how do you feel about it?”

“I think it just gives me one more thing to love about you,”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you asked nervously, worrying your bottom lip. Kit nodded, still smiling. "Not in the slightest. I'm so proud of you. Can I kiss you?" You nodded. "Of course, this doesn't change how I feel about you in the slightest." He hummed and leaned forward, wrapping you up in his arms as he pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling and comfort he brought you. He pulled away. "I don't think I'm ready to tell everyone yet, though." "No, of course, you don't have to tell anyone you don't want to. You don't owe anyone anything."

[sigg-vbj]

Fan Video's

Bakugo didn’t usually waste time scrolling through social media—it wasn’t his style—but even he had those moments where boredom hit like a truck. Today was one of those rare days. Propped up on his couch, his phone in hand, he mindlessly swiped through random videos of heroes doing flashy crap. Most of it was predictable: same moves, same interviews, same dumb flashy quirk stunts.

Then a thumbnail caught his eye.

“Scarlet X’s Big Dog Moments”

The title alone made him pause. Vanessa had gone to America a few months back, and while he knew she was holding her own, he hadn’t really seen her in action over there. He tapped the video, the familiar fiery red 'X' in the thumbnail already intriguing him. What started as curiosity quickly turned into something he hadn’t expected.

The video opened with a bang—literally. Vanessa stood on the edge of a skyscraper, throwing up two middle fingers with her tongue out, looking like she owned the damn skyline. Then, without a second thought, she tipped back and free-fell like gravity was just a suggestion. The timing was perfect, the base of some heavy New York drill track dropping as the scene cut to her mid-air, cosmic red energy glowing around her like she was the queen of the world.

Bakugo blinked. "What the hell...?"

This wasn’t the Vanessa he’d seen at UA, calm and collected with that rare mischievous smirk. This was Scarlet X, fully in her element, showing off like a certified badass.

Whoever made this video wasn’t just good—they were a genius. The clips were fire, blending her coolest takedowns with moments that showed just how much of a presence she had on the streets of New York. Without realizing it, Bakugo hit follow on the account. Of course, it was one of his throwaway accounts—no way in hell would he let anyone know Dynamight was binge-watching fan videos of his... Vanessa.

Each clip had him more hooked than the last.

In one, she spun on her heel after flooring some villain and started Harlem shaking like she was on a stage at Madison Square Garden. "Aye! Aye! Aye!" she shouted, finishing the impromptu dance with a smooth spin and throwing up peace signs.

“Idiot,” Bakugo muttered, but he smirked, shaking his head.

Another video showed her going toe-to-toe with a muscle-bound villain twice her size. At first, she faked out a straight punch, then dodged under his swing before planting an uppercut so clean it looked like it came out of a comic book. The guy went flying, practically orbiting.

Bakugo burst out laughing. “Damn right, show ‘em who’s boss, Puffball.”

Then came the "GET OVER HERE!" moment. Facing the camera with a cocky grin, Vanessa turned and threw a glowing red X at a fleeing thief. The X latched onto his back, and with one sharp yank, she pulled the guy through the air like a ragdoll straight into her grip. The reference was crystal clear.

“Cheeky,” Bakugo muttered, letting out a snicker. "Where’s the fatality, huh?"

But the videos weren’t just goofy or flashy. There were moments where she was simply... Vanessa. Sitting on a stoop, eating a slice of pizza someone handed her as thanks. Floating in mid-air, her cosmic energy gently swirling around her, her face serene like she was meditating. Those clips were quieter, but they hit different. They showed the side of her that wasn’t just a hero but a person.

His smirk softened. His chest warmed a bit—annoyingly so. She wasn’t just Scarlet X; she was Vanessa. The girl who trained with him, roasted him for being too loud, and could take him down a peg without even trying. Seeing her like this, fully in her element, surrounded by fans, showing off for cameras without losing herself—it made him proud.

Bakugo scrolled to the comments.

User123: “Scarlet X is carrying the hero industry in NYC right now.” FanOfScarlet: “No way, she’s too good. That cosmic energy is insane.” ThrowawayGuy99: “I’m down bad for Scarlet X. She can punch me into the stratosphere any day.” DynamightFan47: “Scarlet X and Dynamight collab WHEN?”

His eyes twitched at the last one. He quickly commented on his favorite clip—the one with the uppercut—under his throwaway account.

TotallyNotDynamight: “Yeah, she’s badass. Don’t get used to it, though. She’s got competition.”

He snorted after hitting send. If Vanessa ever found out about this, she’d never let him live it down. But for now, he kept scrolling, rewatching the clips and feeling a rare sense of admiration—for her and her ability to own the spotlight like no one else could. End

[contemporarybaby]

Hi Annalise! What is your ABDL story?

How did you get into it? What were some of your firsts? Have you been open about this side of you with any partners?

hi! this is a super good question.

in 2011 there was an episode of the tlc show "my strange addiction" that featured a woman who was an adult baby. when i was a kid i was really big into the food network and tlc (which i hear is a universal experience among autistic, queer burnout kids, but i digress lol) and i vividly remember being absolutely captivated by the commercial for this episode, but also embarrassed by the fact that i wanted to watch it so badly.

naturally, i headed straight for the computer. i looked up something along the lines of "how do you act like a baby" and "is it normal to want to act like a baby if you're 12"...things like that. again, i remember being super embarrassed by all of this, but i just felt such an intense pull towards these things, and throughout the rest of my childhood and teenage years, whenever i was home alone i would rush to the computer to indulge in these fantasies. of course at the time (since i was like, 12 when i first discovered abdl) i didn't realize that it was a kink. i just thought it was a weird thing i wanted to do. but i also remember stumbling across this story on adisc about a young boy who was put back into diapers by his parents, because "if you're going to act like a baby, you're going to be treated like one" (a classic setup!). i read and reread this story so many times, but it was confusing because like...i didn't want my parents to do this to me. but i wanted someone to, and i couldn't quite figure that out. really though, the rest is history.

eventually, probably around the time i lost my virginity, i realized how much of a kink this really is for me (i desperately wanted to tell the guy i lost it to about it - i called him daddy and we definitely participated in some light ageplay in our relationship - but that ended so disastrously, at the end of the day im glad i didn't tell him).

i was 18 when i first tried wearing diapers, and i've been wearing on and off (i genuinely cannot even begin to tell you how many binge/purge cycles i have been through) ever since. and although i've dealt with so much shame and embarrassment around this kink, if im being honest here, as soon as i first felt a magic wand on a wet diaper...i knew i was fucking cooked.

to answer the second part of this question (sorry, i can feel myself rambling here!), i have never told any partners, or anyone i know irl, about this side of myself. this has been my deepest, darkest secret for well over a decade at this point, and the thought of telling someone is so much scarier to me than i could ever describe with words. i've thought about telling my therapist about it (she knows that i have a secret tumblr blog, but she doesn't know what kind of things i post), and i do think about telling my current partner about it, but the potential disappointment and rejection i could experience after telling him is more than enough to stop me from doing so. but who knows, maybe in a few months i'll be brave enough to!

[oraclesraycons]

More yan barbs. Omegaverse this time. This is cringe and shitty but at least I'm not chatgpt

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Many people nowadays kept their designation's to themselves, least if they wanted to be polite, and you were no exception. Though you did tend to be a bit anal about it; Barbara didn't think she'd met anybody who'd went to the lengths you did.

She knew a lot about you, but that was one of the very few things that eluded her. If it had been a few decades earlier she might have been able to find it on work documents, but anymore any time off needed for heat or rut is just covered with general time off. And any other clear signals were kept well under wraps.

You kept scent blockers on in the most casual of places, kept your own spaces private, and accentuated your own stubborn and aggressive behavior in the hopes of passing better as an alpha. It wasn't that you didn't want to be an omega; simply that you'd been independant person since childhood, to the point you'd cause yourself more trouble for it. The coddling that came with people discovering the fact was unbearable; you were a human being, not some child.

It was also why you tended to be drawn more to having betas as friends; and she was no exception. Of course when she realized this, Barbs was sure to make use of it. It helped she in particular had such a strangely comforting presence. You assumed it had to do with her scent, but you'd always struggled with your sense of smell, so it was hard to be certain.

And though she didn't want to admit it, that was mostly the case. Anytime you'd burst out and cause a ruckus over someone overstepping boundaries or being an ass, there was something in the air that put her on edge. She could never put a finger on it, but it worsened an already sickening need to placate you. And she knew you so well by then, it was no issue to distract you with something. In a few minutes flat you'd be pleased as punch again, talking about some odd events you'd heard on the news or from your coworkers. It was ironic, you tried so hard to put up a reserved stern persona. It would've been frightening how easily she could peel you open, if you hadn't been waiting for someone to do that all your life.

The day after you'd invited her to your space for the first time, you spent nearly all your morning preparing. Any sign of a potential nest in the living room was demolished, you opened the windows for a bit to air out the room, used what was likely an ungodly amount of air freshner in the hopes any scenting outside of the bedroom would be gone, and then picked up the floor to give her the space to move around. Hopefully that'd be good enough right?

It was not good enough. During a break in the binge watching session both of you realized you were starving, and of course had not thought to make plans for this. Barbara gets a slightly pouty look on her face, and mentions a Chinese restaurant she hasn't been to in forever, but they only offer takeout-

And you of course blunder without thinking and mention you'll have no problem going and picking it up anyway. She tells you what she wants and makes a recommendation for you, and as you dash out the door ("Don't forget your wallet!) you vaguely hope it's not something you're allergic to.

The truth is the takeout's mediocre at best, but it's takeout with no website, which buys Barbara time. Plus she has your medical files, the last thing she'd do is have you go somewhere that could get you sick. With you out the door, she moves quickly to set up any surveillance she'd like. Nothing too conspicuous of course, she knows how observant you can be, but she just wanted enough to keep you safe. Definitely didn't want something to keep her company during her nights as Oracle. Definitely didn't want to snoop either.

She'd been disappointed, but not surprised at how much you'd covered up before she visited. Despite your best efforts, the excess of nesting materials, and that same tense scent flowing through the air told her all she needed to know. The scent was even stronger when she'd visited your bedroom; struck in the face with the scent of citrus, and what she immediately recognized as burnt wires. If she didn't know any better she'd think there was an electrical fire in the apartment (she still checked for one of course, what sort of friend would she be if she didn't-). No wonder she'd get so on edge when you got pissed. Bitter or burnt scents weren't uncommon, but they usually weren't this strong, and it made her worry. How stressed had you been lately?

Her heart sunk to stomach. She thought she'd been doing her best to ease your worries, but it seems she'd been missing something. She makes plans to rectify the matter as she heads back to living room. Just in time too, a couple minutes later, you enter the room with food, looking excited and just a bit haggard.

("Hope I haven't made you wait too long!"

"Don't worry about it, you went to all that trouble, I couldn't be made at you for that!)

You both go back to your series, and Barbs starts making plans in advance for whoever's she'll have to threaten in the near future.

[afyrian]

ch. 5 - november 1 masterlist

   "'how is married life going?' well, chat, it's interesting! i mean not much has changed, taxes were weird that's for sure," you sit in your office chair, one of your legs crossing the other, "but we've always been roommates so nothing different."

  you search the screen, tossing a piece of grass into a lake of lava. minecraft isn't necessarily your best game, rin having only briefly taught you for a stream. however, sometimes, on a calm evening, you like to play a game and interact with your followers. especially when they start getting engaged with both the game and your conversations.

  a new donation pops up on your second screen, the iconic voice reading out 'do you plan on admitting if the marriage is actually real...'. you widen your eyes, watching as the rest of the chat comments on the romance between the two of you. the countless videos, the closeness of the two of you, faking a wedding for a video. it just seemed all too much like coincidence for the people of twitch.

  "no, no, trust me! i do really love rintarō, but the marriage was ultimately for a joke. it was my idea to do it and he was totally up for it. the only part really messing with the both of us was when it was revealed we couldn't get divorced," you shrug, shaking off the idea of legitimately being married to rin.

  it wouldn't be bad, you figured. he was your first kiss (to make your crush jealous at the time), your closest friend, the one person you could binge a five hour youtube video essay with. being legitimately married with rin would be perfect, the only part would be him wanting to be married to. because truthfully you could never imagine him liking you like you like him.

  the comments continue spewing the idea that the two of you just don't want your relationship publicly on the internet. now, of course you'd want to keep most of your relationship personal, but it's hard to ignore the thought of the two of you kissing for a video. "chat, if rin and i were to ever actually date or get married, you'd be like the last to know. so how about we leave it alone and play a little minecraft?"

  you've very rarely had to put everyone in your comments in their place. however, the begging to know about your personal life with your closest friend strikes an annoying chord within you. especially if you don't know if you'd ever want that type of thing with him. but if you ever did, you don't want chat ruining that for you. luckily enough, the rest of your stream went as normally as it typically does. 

  when you take off your headphones, you can feel yourself already gaining some energy back. you love what you do, but sometimes answering all of those questions while concentrating on something else can drain you. so, you do what you always do after an honestly draining day. 

  you make your way into the kitchen and grab a few stacks, tossing them into a bowl and walking into the living room. on the couch sits rintarō who is binging another new show, feet resting on a small ottoman. when he notices you enter the room, he scoots over some to let you on. 

  "how was the stream?"

  "okay? i don't know, i just hate how incessant they can be on stuff they know nothing about. like our 'marriage', which they all assume was real and that's why we aren't divorced. like that's none of their business," you rant, unaware of rin having paused the show to bring his full attention to you.

  like normal, you lay down on the couch, resting your feet on his lap. “well, i could always say something to my subscribers,” rintarō looks over at you, resting on of his hands on the top of your socks. 

  “you would? i don’t want to force that on you, i just feel so frustrated,” you frown, crossing your arms over your chest with just enough of a force to really show your feelings.

  “yeah, absolutely. i mean it sucks that we need to, because we’ve said all that we’ve need to say, but i’m willing to do that for you. for us,” he shrugs, his hand rubbing the top of your feet in a soothing motion.

  the stress leaves your system and you find yourself closing your eyes in relaxation. you open your eyes and peer over at the screen. on it is a new show that you’ve been meaning to watch, rin having just started the first episode. as soon as he sees the look on your face, he starts the show over and rests his cheek onto his fist.

a/n: sorry this took so a bit longer than normal!!

[hyuneskkami]

02 ✦ pushing me further, pulling me closer, some sorta chemistry ? ༄.°

𝒽wang hyunjin x f!reader

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𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : hdjwjdjjs this part took a while to post even tho I had all the content ready, sorryyyy 😭🙏 also the fluff in this chapter is so cute, if I do say so myself hehe. look forward to the next chapter too (: ! plus, since this series is only a five-part fic, everything is much more fast paced than I wanted it to be. so i’ll probably end up writing bonus scenes for backstories or the aftermath of the ending (: anywayy, hope you enjoy mls ilysm <3 thanks for reading 🩶

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : oc (jae-won) to add some drama , oc (ae-ri) : y/n’s best friend at her school , fake dating , hyune and reader attend prep school , holding hands , swearing a little bit (‘bitch’) , name-calling (‘loser’) , mention of hyune meeting reader’s parents , unserious talks about marriage and blessings , best friend!hyunjin , non-idol au , high school au , f!reader , best friends who do more-than-best-friends things , fluff , smart!hyune x smart!reader , cutesy hand holding , banter ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 0.9k

DAY #02 . . .

the next day, hyunjin told me he was going on a trip with his family, so he wouldn’t come to prep school. I wondered if I should just attend my classes online since he won’t be there anyway.

I quickly texted him an hour before I left for prep school.

‘so, you aren’t coming today?’

he didn’t read my message even by the time I was leaving for prep school, so I just assumed he had no internet, wherever he was.

I decided to attend my classes offline since the other guys would be there too.

I walked to prep school with my earphones in, playing my ‘anti-romantic’ playlist, wondering how my imaginary boyfriend would walk with me everyday, if I had one.

about 10 minutes after the class settled down, hyunjin ran into class. he looked at me as soon as he entered, and I opened my mouth in a look of betrayal.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna come! I almost didn’t come today because of that!” I whisper-yelled at him, as he unzipped his bag, taking his seat beside me.

“‘course I came. I couldn’t miss seeing your pretty face, now, could I?” he smirked at me, and class continued.

our physics and biology lectures ended soon enough, and all of us walked down the stairs to the ground floor.

we stood outside the building, talking and laughing, like always, as we waited for each of our friends to get picked up by their parents, because they lived farther away.

felix, who lives closer that the others, split ways from us soon, as we began walking home.

hyunjin always drops me home before walking to his house, because he lives just a little farther than I do, and my house was on the way to his.

as we were walking to my house, one of the new kids from our school, jae-won, who my friends thought liked me, was also behind us. he lived in the same apartment as I did, and went to the same prep school too, just for different classes.

he was always kind of weird, though, and definitely did not understand the concept personal space whatsoever. and I did not like him at all. I told hyunjin the same thing, twice, before. he also thought jae-won was creepy.

“you know what we should do?” hyunjin whispered to me.

I had thought about it a few times before and wondered if I should really ask hyunjin the question i’d been meaning to.

“what if we… fake date… just in front of jae-won?” I asked.

“I was literally just thinking the exact same thing,” he grinned at me. I smiled in relief. “I have the practical experience, and you have so much of the theory experience, don’tcha?”

I gasped at his mention of my binge reading era of romance novels with the fake dating tropes. he truly did know me at my weirdest moments, huh.

something also itched in my brain at his mention of ‘practical experience’. I knew he had one bitchy girlfriend before, and I knew what they were up to, but still.

he suddenly held my hand, glancing over his shoulder to make sure jae-won was still watching, and started swinging our hands together. way too much.

“oi! you’re gonna break my ball and socket joint!” I yelled, as he swung our arms in circles.

“oh, smartypants! stop studying so much,” he complained at my use of ‘ball and socket joint’ instead of just ‘shoulder’.

“not my fault we just studied that, like, five minutes ago,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

jae-won caught up with us in a while, and hyunjin whispered to me, smiling, “he probably saw all that.”

I hope he did.

jae-won stepped into the elevator and waited for me.

“oh, she’ll come later, you can go. good night,” hyunjin smiled, and jae-won nodded quietly, letting the automatic door close.

as soon as the doors closed, we both burst out laughing.

the next elevator was taking too long to come down, so we decided to walk up eight floors to my house.

such a bad idea.

“I should never have stopped going for my athletics classes,” I whined.

“how are you already tired? we’re literally still at the 3rd floor!” he laughed.

“shut up!”

he pulled our hands together, lacing his fingers through mine. “you don’t even know how to hold hands,” he rolled his eyes.

“excuse me, I hold hands with ae-ri everyday,” I said. he rolled his eyes again, and continued talking as if I never spoke. loser.

“you know that prank? one day i’d propose to you, and you’d think it was a joke, but i’d be serious? and then you’d say ‘yes’ and we’d end up being legally married?” he said, laughing.

“oh my god! that’s literally the plot of a book I saw on instagram!” I said, and explained a book plot to him.

the whole time our fingers were interlaced, I almost forgot about it.

we reached the eighth floor, and I said, “you should come say hi to my mum. she hasn’t seen you in two weeks. it’s the weekend anyway, come on. you’ll need my parents’ blessings if you wanna get married to me anyway,” I smirked.

“oh, i’m coming, fine, but don’t worry. I know I already have their blessings,” he smirked back at me. I mumbled a ‘whatever’ and rang my door bell.

the next 20 minutes were spent in conversation between my parents and him about how studies were going, and slowly the topic of the conversation shifted to the latest movies being released.

I could get used to this sight forever, I thought.

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[jae-bummer]

It's Only Lunch

Request: I just binged through My Idol Season 1&2 within a day and I’m in love with the way you write!! Then I saw your requests are open and I was even happier, cause I’m in desperate need of some idol!DK x nonidol!reader fluff :( I don’t have anything specific in mind you can do whatever you want, it can be angsty too if you want, just please give him a happy ending. There’s just not enough DK on this app in my opinion :( I hope you’re doing good and have a great day and if you ever actually write this then tysm!! 🩷🩵

Pairing: Seventeen DK x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"Hey, Y/N."

Looking up from your desk and towards the door of your office, you smiled. "DK, what brings you here?"

As soon as his name left your lips, you could see a bashful expression cross his face. Glancing down to his shoes before looking back up to you, he offered a tentative smile. "I just happened to be in the building and thought maybe you'd like to grab lunch with me?"

Blinking back in surprise, you cleared your throat. Technically, you and Dokyeom were coworkers, he an idol (obviously) and you working in the lower levels of management at Hybe. You had been part of the production crew for many a Seventeen project, so you had grown familiar with the guys over the years.

DK, more often than not, was the member that seemed to naturally gravitate toward you. When ordering lunch, passing out water, or resting on a break, he seemed to subconsciously seek you out. His shyness was adorable your first few run-ins, but once you realized he may have had a crush, you were already in far too deep yourself.

"I brought my lunch today," you managed, the words tasting sour in your mouth. "I was hoping I could take it at my desk to work through some things I'm behind on."

It wasn't a lie. You did need to catch up, but you also couldn't admit that hanging out privately with DK scared the crap out of you. He was gorgeous, side-splitting levels of funny, and completely unattainable. You knew if you spent more time around him, it wouldn't be long until you caught feelings.

"Oh," he chirped, beginning to nod. "Yeah, of course, I understand."

"Maybe next time though?" you asked, desperate to see that smile light up his face again.

"Of course," he hummed, giving you what you hoped for, but not nearly as genuine. "I'll stop by again when I'm back in the building."

And that's how the new routine began. At least once a week DK would show up in your doorway and you would think of a new and creative excuse not to fall in love with him.

Nearly a month after his original visit, you were typing out a relatively important email when your favorite nuisance showed up.

"Y/N," he drawled, leaning against the door frame. "I think I know your answer, but I'm here anyway."

You smiled sheepishly, ducking your head in an attempt to cool the heat scorching across your neck. You knew he would likely catch on to your MO, but you hadn't realized how embarrassing being confronted would be. "I'm sorry, DK. Things are so busy with your upcoming promotions and-"

"Can I at least grab your lunch for you from the common area?" he asked, tilting his head. "It'll save you a few steps."

"Sure," you nodded. He was incredibly sweet, which made it suck even more. "It's in the purple bento box."

"You got it!" he smiled, giving a quick spin before launching down the hallway.

You really did need to suck it up and either tell him to quit coming by or accept his advances. Just because you were a coward didn't mean that he needed to suffer. You were better not being perceived by anyone at his level of attractiveness. It would only be a matter of time before you somehow did something mortifying and turned him off forever.

After plugging away at the email for a few more minutes, you furrowed your brow and looked toward the hall. Surely, he should have found your food.

Just as you were about to hit send and head out his way, he appeared again. Holding your bento, his face was twisted in confusion. "This is yours, right?"

"Yeah," you said slowly. "Why?"

"Well," he sighed. "I looked for it everywhere in the fridge but couldn't find it. I moved everything around and was about to give up when I noticed it out of the corner of my eye. It was sitting in the communal sink, empty."

"Empty?" you muttered, standing. Crossing the room toward him, you took the lunch box from his hands. Sure enough, there was not a trace left of the food you had packed that morning. "I bring the same box every day. Who would eat out of it?"

"Did someone new start?" he asked, tilting his head. "Someone could have done it by mistake?"

"I guess," you sighed, dropping it on your desk. "I guess I can order in..."

"Why don't you let me go grab something?" he asked. "We can eat together in your office, so you don't even have to step away."

The hopeful look in his eyes crushed what little self-preservation you had left. This option really provided no wiggle room for an excuse. "I don't want to make you go to all that trouble..."

"No trouble at all!" he smiled, already turning away from you.

"Wait," you sighed, teetering on the line that you had drawn for yourself. "Let me send this email and I'll come with you."

"You will?" he gasped, but immediately schooled his features. "I mean, sounds good."

Mentally preparing yourself to rip off the Band-Aid, you may have spent a bit longer on the email than you had intended. It was difficult to think clearly with DK wandering around your space, peering at every framed picture and book you had haphazardly stacked around.

"Ready?" you asked, after reading through what you had written for probably the thirtieth time. At this point, you would just hit send and hope for the best.

"Born ready," he smiled, his eyes disappearing into crescents. "There's this really cute noodle place right down the street. I was thinking we could go there?"

Your brain fished around in its recesses for the restaurant he was talking about. If you could recall correctly, it was a notorious spot for couples. The thought made you swallow, hard. "Sure."

"Perfect," he hummed. "Madam?"

Offering his elbow to you, you hesitated before taking it. So, this was really happening. You were going to break down and go on a not-date with Dokyeom. He had labeled it as just "grabbing lunch," but why did you feel like it was so much more?

As you would realize later, it was because if you gave an inch, Dokyeom would take a mile. It wasn't long into your walk before he started complaining about it being sweltering outside. The weather was only 24°C, so it was hardly balmy. After peeling off his jacket, he quickly switched up to holding your hand.

Glancing down in surprise to see his long fingers intertwined with yours, you looked back up to him, wide-eyed.

"Is this okay?" he asked cheerfully.

You gave a silent nod before fixing your eyes in front of you again. You were so screwed.

.

Against your better judgement, lunch with DK was a blast. Being around him was so effortless. As you talked over jajangmyeon, it was easy to open up and show sides of yourself that you only reserved for those closest to you. You didn't realize you were even doing it until after you already had, making you go into an overthinking spiral of whether or not you were sharing too much.

In the end, it didn't really matter because Dokyeom seemed to like it that way.

When he returned you to your office, he gave you a long hug before insisting on coming by again soon. After everything, you sat behind your desk, a bit numb in the aftereffects of all things DK.

He hadn't asked for your number and aside from holding your hand, he really hadn't made any advances. His body language was overwhelmingly flirty, but you weren't sure if that's just how he was naturally or not.

"Accept it for what it is," you muttered to yourself, shaking off the cobwebs in your brain. Even if things didn't cross over into "more than friends" territory like your heart was already considering, just having him as a close friend would be fulfilling enough.

No matter how many times you told yourself that DK was just displaying normal, friendly behavior, it was all thrown out of the window when he showed up again the next week.

Carrying a bouquet of what looked to be a mix of wildflowers, he strode up to your desk and sat on the edge. "Now, we've made remarkable progress last week when you had no other options but to have lunch with me. Can we defy the universe and have it happen again?"

You let out a surprised snort. "Maybe if you gave me an idea of when you were coming, I'd be more prepared to leave the office."

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked. "These are for you by the way."

"I would have been only a little heartbroken if you came into my office with flowers that were not for me," you smiled, taking them from his hands.

"So, are you setting me up for a gentle letdown?" he asked, quirking a brow. "Or are you wanting to try the new burger place a block down?"

"I really-"

"Need to finish up this project, so I'm working at my desk," he finished with a soft smile.

"But this time, I really do mean it," you laughed.

"You didn't before?!" he gasped.

Shit. You didn't want to let that little factoid slip. See, this is what happened when you let your guard down around him.

"I may or may not have been avoiding your lunch invitation for a few weeks," you winced. "But you're intimidating!"

"On what planet?!"

"Earth!" you groaned, hiding behind your fingers.

DK sighed before sliding off of your desk and facing you. "I'll forgive you if you come eat with me."

"Well, that's not fair," you pouted.

"Fine," he harrumphed. "I'll just have to take it into my own hands like last time."

"Like last time?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Covering his mouth with his hand, DK stood as still as a statue.

"You know," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "You're not going to get out of this by hoping I forget about you because you're not moving."

"It would work if you were a t-rex," he muttered, dropping his arms to rest at his side.

"Spill it, Seokmin," you sighed.

"I accidentally ate your lunch last week," he said quickly.

"I'm sorry," you laughed. "You what?"

"When I was grabbing your bento out of the fridge, I had a lightbulb moment," he whined. "I thought if you didn't have your food, you'd be forced to eat with me...so I just...inhaled it. You make excellent bibimbap by the way."

You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or smack him. "You set me up!"

"Because you were avoiding me!" he exclaimed, sending an accusatory finger your way. "You said it yourself!"

"Because you're intimidating!" you repeated.

"How?! How am I intimidating and why is this news to me?!"

"You're incredibly dreamy!" you blurted. "And I was scared that I was going to fall for you, alright?"

DK took a small step back as if you had actually chose to smack him. He kept quiet as his wide eyes blinked at you.

"Please say something," you whispered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

At a painfully slow rate, a smile spread across his lips. "You think I'm dreamy?"

Plopping into your rolling chair, you leaned against your desk, and hid in the fortress of your arms. It was not physically or mentally possible for you to be more horrified.

"Y/N!" DK cooed, immediately stepping around to where you were sitting. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he rested his chin on your head. "That is the cutest thing I have ever heard."

"I hate it," you muttered into your sleeves.

"I don't," he chuckled. "And if you haven't figured it out by now, I think you're pretty dreamy too."

"Really?' you squeaked.

"You think I offer to buy lunch and flowers for Mingyu once a week?" he asked. Nuzzling his face into your hair, he laughed again. "I guess we were both hiding something from each other."

"I can't believe you ate twice just to get me to go out with you," you muttered, finally sitting up.

"You're worth the stomachache I had afterwards," he smiled. "I was scared that if I tried to kiss you, the nerves would make my stomach pop."

"Please tell me you didn't eat my lunch again today?" you joked. DK's lips fell into a flat line as he looked away from you. "You didn't!"

"I was prepared to do whatever I had to do!" he gasped. "Now are you coming with me to lunch or not?!"

"Yes," you laughed, shaking your head. "I absolutely will."