#like they would see that it was a serious moment and then leave

[teaboot]

Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?

My earliest memory of what I would call self-awareness occurred spontaneously in the middle of my fourth birthday party, where I suddenly became alert to my existence as a separate entity surrounded by other conscious beings.

This presented to me as not dissimilar to simply being brushed along the flow of a river- experiencing life as a serious of flashbang moments and instants and sensations, like meditating to music until the individual notes break into sounds that follow no rhythm and are only noise- no past or future, only now- and then suddenly finding yourself holding a paddle in the belly of a boat with no idea what to do next.

I remember running to the body that felt safest, who I did not recognize as anything else, and asking it who all the strangers around us were. The person that I learned was my mother told me they were my aunties and uncles, and I was being silly because I KNEW them, and why was I so shy all of a sudden?

Learning to articulate myself after that instant, I remember, was immensely frustrating. Learning your first language, as I remember it, is wuite a bit like how Ive been told recovering from brain damage feels like.

YOU know what you mean. YOU know what you're saying. But there are holes where you reach for something you know MUST be there and find nothing, and must find a way to communicate using only what you have at hand. Except there are always faces looking at you, talking down to you, asking you to do tricks for them to prove you really are a real human person.

I loved art, and I'm very good at it, but GETTING good at it was the worst. I'm told I started with scribbles at six months or so, before I could walk, and at three and four I remember being immensely frustrated that I could see in my head exactly what I wanted to produce, and I didn't know how to PRODUCE it.

And simple shit, like drawing shapes and circles, developing fine motor skills. You FULLY UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT, but your hands are soft and wobbly and don't cooperate. Getting your mouth and body to obey your directions is hellish, especially when all the appliances and furniture and installations around you are built for someone easily triple your size.

Chairs are hard to sit in when you're small and cant touch the ground. Your legs dangle and you cant scoot closer to the table, and the backrest is so far back you cant use it for support, and the table comes up past your chest so your chin is amost in your plate and your dumb clumsy hands cant hold a big spoon or fork in a way that feels natural or elegant so you end up smearing shit EVERYWHERE and getting yapped at for having your elbows on the counter.

Reading people was interesting. Most people are condescending and plastic when you're small, and you can tell when they're being saccharine and fake, but you're told the polite thing is to believe what they say and be polite back. I used to try using big sentences on purpose just to het them to leave me alone. "What a pretty girl! Can you say Hello?" was the most common ask I can recall. Id answer with the floweriest thing I could think of, usually, "I'm very well, thank you for asking, how are you?", because people only ask you interesting questions after you do well enough on their tests to prove you're people.

Being small was very tiring, and very frustrating, and becoming aware of myself in my own head probably made everything a lot worse overall.

No regrets, though. From what I can recall, life is far more enjoyable when you're aware of it occurring. Time can't slow down until you know it's there, I think

Being a baby full of instincts felt like living as a live grenade. Being a child was far harder, but more Full. More Human. A LOT more like adulthood than infancy, and I was very determined to remember that.

If any of that makes sense

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Yaoi cocaine saga

[veggiesxxx]

POV: You spend time with a guy "behind their back." (Part 2/4)

(reader is NOT cheating!!)

ft. Jealousy, fluff,

Sylus

Your phone buzzed, interrupting your conversation with your friend.

"And then, it started charging up it's attack-"

"Ugh, sorry. Somebody's spamming me." you mumbled, rolling your eyes, reaching to turn your phone over on the table, screen face down so you wouldn't have to look at the relentless messages.

"As I was saying-"

You tried to continue, only to hear your notifications blow up even faster, the buzzing incessant. You were convinced that if you didn't reply, your phone would combust in the middle of the café.

"Sorry. I've got to check this," you sighed, picking up your phone, lazily going to see who was the contact spamming you relentlessly.

"Sweetie who is that." "Is he bothering you?" "sweetie?" "Are you hurt? is he threatening you." "Y/N." "If u dont reply im coming over" "Why did you turn ur phone around." "Kitten who is he?"

Scrolling through the barrage of texts, your brows furrowed, immediately becoming suspicious. Sylus? How did...

You looked up, gazing intently at any pipes on the ceiling or dark corners a certain mechanical spy could be hiding. Knowing Sylus, and what to look for, it made finding the problematic Mephisto a lot easier. Your frown deepened, as the bird noticed you glaring at it. As if sensing your glare, the robot flapped its wings, cawing loudly. A customer walked into the café at that moment, and the bird cawed a final time, making it's presence known, returning your glare before taking the chance to fly out the open door before the owner chased it out. Poor man who walked in had to duck the diving 'bird' as it soared into whatever shadows outside.

After witnessing that 'spectacle', you turned your attention back to the phone in your hands, immediately tapping your thumbs on the screen, sending a reply to the spammer.

"Sylus? Why are you suddenly spying on me- in Linkon??" "I saw Mephisto. How long have you been watching me?" "No! Don't come!! I'm fine!"

You started to panic, heart sinking, frantically texting back so Sylus didn't appear and do something drastic-

"It's a bit too late for that, kitten. look up."

'What-?" You didn't get to snap out of the baffled daze before you felt a hand on your shoulder, and a rather threatening, unmistakable presence towering over you. You froze up, embarrassed that he was having this fit in front of your friend.

You glanced up at the Onychinus's big boss, your gaze following his— which was locked dangerously onto the man sitting opposite you.

"Sweetie, let's go." He snapped his eyes back onto you, his voice laced with not-so-subtle possessiveness and suppressed irritation, not leaving much room for argument. Sylus was obviously in one of his 'fits'.

Sighing, you shook your head in exasperation, getting up. You quickly apologised to your friend, shooting him a "sorry about him" glance. Sylus didn't wait for your pleasantries to be exchanged. In his eyes, getting you away from the other man was something to be done immediately.

Once outside the café, pulled by the hand, you confronted Sylus for his abrupt interruption of your peaceful lunch. "Seriously? You couldn't have waited for my answer? I replied in less than 5 minutes..."

"You turned the phone over." He asserted, like it was some important evidence. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow, not a hint of any teasing smirk on his face. This was serious, you noted mentally. In your head, it wasn't a big deal– he'd seen you flip the phone over multiple times when notifications became too annoying– but if he actually felt that this situation was significant...

"I did. Still, you know it's nothing- I do it all the time."

"Not to me. You always answer."

That.. was true. You never did ignore his messages.

"But you turned me away. For him." He continued, and you could swear you've never seen him so serious. Never.. not since your first meeting. "I thought something happened. Mephisto doesn't record audio." his voice was low, however, it couldn't hide the trace of vulnerability. Like he was trying to pretend he was this concerned because he thought you were unsafe with an unarmed man, rather than just afraid of losing you.

"Nothing happened, I'm fine, Sylus." you murmured, putting your hand over his, uncrossing his arms for him. You gently squeezed his hand, not really wanting to let him off the hook yet. "He's my friend. Just a friend,"

"Friend or not. He can't have what's mine.'

Your cheeks flushed, not expecting him to express or even acknowledge his own feelings so openly. You didn't look up at him, and he was glad for that- so he could hide his red ears.

"Overprotective, much?"

His solemn eyes raised, missing their usual glimmer of mirth, meeting yours, tilting his head, and a piece of his hair bobbed against his forehead.

“Call it what you want, sweetie. I'll always be here to watch over you.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but smile. As infuriating as Sylus could be, his unwavering devotion had a way of making you feel safe—even when he went overboard.

“Fine, fine,” you gave in with a sigh. “But next time, just call me instead of sending your creepy bird, or yourself.”

Sylus’ smirk came back faintly, more like a relieved smile. “No promises.”

"I'm proud of you, though, kitten. You spotted Mephisto faster than I thought you would. How'd you learn that?"

"Yeah.. because all pipes have glowing red eyes.." you said, sarcasm slipping out.

"...Wait. Did you say next time?" His gaze grew more intense, eyeing you down.

"No next time. I'll snap his neck." He hissed, gripping your hand tighter in his.

"You keep those sharp eyes on me, sweetie. Where they belong."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧༶

Hope you enjoyed!! Pls leave a note if u liked yay

Next :

╰┈➤ Zayne/Xavier (Part 3/4) [coming soon]

Previously :

╰┈➤ Rafayel (Part 1/4)

A/N: I don't know if this is too long lmao

Tags: @cordidy @liz9898

[natasha-romanoff-off]

Flirting with fire

During an innocent dinner with friends, a playful question about Wanda spirals into an unexpected revelation.

“Don’t you think Wanda is beautiful?” Carol asked out of the blue as the four of you sat having dinner. The question cut through the casual chatter like a sharp knife, and you froze momentarily, unsure of the intent behind her words.

You turned your head to the left, locking eyes with the witch, who was already staring at you with a curious glint in her gaze. “Mm, yeah,” you replied cautiously. “She is gorgeous.”

“Thanks, honey,” Wanda said with a small smile, her tone sweet but tinged with something mischievous, almost as if she were testing the waters.

Carol, not one to let the conversation falter, leaned in with an amused grin. “Weren’t you single?” she asked, her blue eyes narrowing with mock curiosity.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized where this conversation was heading. You leaned closer to Carol, whispering frantically, “What are you doing?” trying desperately to catch the thread of control slipping through your fingers.

Before Carol could answer, Natasha’s attention shifted sharply to you. Her green eyes were piercing as she asked, “Are you?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Yeah, but I don’t see why that matters,” you replied, your voice more defensive than you intended.

Wanda’s smile widened as she casually speared another bite of food with her fork. “Good to know,” she murmured, her tone laced with amusement.

“And why is that?” you asked, the nervous energy bubbling up as you tried to regain some semblance of composure. Perhaps a bit of flirtation would help.

Wanda tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “Why don’t you figure it out yourself?” she teased, her words an open challenge.

“Maybe I will,” you shot back, your voice low, as if daring her to continue.

Natasha suddenly interjected, her voice soft but deliberate. “My love, can you pass me the salt?” she asked, her words directed at Wanda. The term of endearment hit you like a freight train, leaving you confused and more than a little embarrassed.

“‘My love?’” you repeated under your breath, glancing between Natasha and Wanda. Surely, you must have misheard.

Carol couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. “Yeah, they’re girlfriends,” she said, her amusement clear as she gestured between the two women.

Heat rushed to your face as you struggled to process the revelation. “Oh,” you stammered, feeling utterly foolish. You turned to Natasha, who was now watching you with an expression bordering on smug satisfaction. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you two were together.”

Natasha’s smile deepened, her green eyes glittering with amusement as she leaned closer to you, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “Don’t worry, darling,” she purred. “But if you keep flirting with my girl, you might have to start flirting with me too. I don’t bite... unless you want me to.”

Wanda chuckled softly, placing her hand gently on Natasha’s arm in a soothing gesture. “What Natasha is trying to say,” she began, her tone playful but warm, “is that there’s always room for one more... if you’re interested.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your mind reeling as you tried to process whether she was joking—or serious. Natasha smirked knowingly, her gaze lingering on you for a moment too long, as if daring you to respond.

Carol leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a wide grin. “Well,” she said, clearly reveling in your dilemma, “this just got a lot more interesting.”

You opened your mouth to reply but found yourself at a loss for words, the air around the table charged with possibility.

[rowie264]

Jinx NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles. A lot of cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Jinx's favorite body part of hers is her hair. She refuses to cut it, even if it's ridiculously long and sometimes even uncomfortable to live with (washing and brushing takes forever). But she loves her hair and she likes when you touch it. Her favorite body part of yours is your neck. It's her safe place and she likes to nuzzle your neck to inhale your scent. She also likes to leave her marks to show everyone who you belong to.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Be prepared for a mess because she is a squirter. Also her cum is slightly pinkish because of the shimmer (just like her tears).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Sometimes she stalks you. "To protect you" she convinces herself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Jinx wasn't interested in relationship before she met you. She is a virgin. But you can't grow up in Zaun without picking up some of 'adults talks' so she knows how sex works and even knows about few spicy things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) If she is receiving then her favorite will be one that allows her to hug you. She is very clingy not only during sex but in general. If she is giving then it can be any pose as long as she can see your face. She likes to watch how good she can make you feel.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Can crack jokes, giggle and tease you even when she is submissive. But can get quite serious if she feels dominant and jealous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Not blue as you thought it would be! She starts shaving after few intimate nights, because now she "has a reason".

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Always says that she loves you at some point.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Jinx doesn't masturbate just because her body needs to release some tension. She will masturbate only if she'll get aroused after thinking of you and only if she can't reach you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Praise kink. Absolutelly loves being called good girl and being encouraged.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Her bed which she adjusted especially for the two of you (it's like a love nest now with bunch of stolen pillows)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Besides praises she can get really turned on if you'll bite her and leave a mark. She is possessive herself and if you'll show the same possessiveness over her she'll ask you to take her right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Don't even think about threesome or any kind of polyamorous relationship. You belong solemnly to her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Jinx learns fast enough how you like it. Expect her eyes being locked with yours while she eats you out. If you are the one giving she'll look at you too because she likes it when your eyes turn the same color as hers because of her shimmer cum.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Usually she prefers slow and sensual. It really helps her insecure mind when you take your time to make her feel loved and appreciated. But sometimes she can act like a total brat on purpose to rile you up and get punished for it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Prefers long sessions rather than quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) If you want to try something new - she is up for it. The more ways to give each other pleasure the better. Will not take risks if it can really hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) With shimmer running in her veins she has a lot of stamina. You gotta try really hard to get her exhausted.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Bought a few to try them out with you but then threw them away because she could create better ones - just perfect for you and for herself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Ocassionally can tease you for fun, like in a little game. Will 100% tease you mercilessly if she feels dominant.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Jinx isn't shy about being loud. She'll whimper, moan and scream for you because why would she hide her reactions from you? You make her feel good and you deserve to know how much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) She is like 70% submissive and 30% dominant. She loves playing with your breasts, especially to lick and suck your nipples. Likes to hear her name on your lips.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Jinx's clothes exposes enough skin already but once she is completely naked you can fully see her tattoes which always makes you pause and admire it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Chaotic. One week can be full of cuddles and chaste kisses, when on other you'll be making love every day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) At first, Jinx couldn't fall asleep before you (she hadn't slept well for years). But after some time spent with you, she began to get more sleep and could even fall asleep in your arms before you.

[hoshifighting]

Ya’know how they say: “Dino never bows”… what if reader makes him… ?? 😋

“dino never bows” until you make him

WARNINGS: reader and chan are each others booty calls, dom!reader x sub!chan, smut, power play, finger sucking, cock/balls squeezing-punishment?, cock riding, oral (f. receiving), hair pulling, degradation, praising, arms pinning, dirty talk, dry hump, jealousy, reader is called by ''noona'', bowing.

“ya! dino never bows!!!!!”

hoshi’s voice pierced through the restaurant, loud enough to make you pause mid-laugh at jeonghan’s joke. you looked over your shoulder, just in time to see chan stomping back to the table, his jaw tight and his hands shoved into his pockets. behind him, a girl you vaguely recognized from campus was walking the opposite direction, her head held high like she’d just won a pageant.

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between chan and the girl. “what was that about?”

“he just got dumped,” seungkwan snorted, not even trying to lower his voice.

“i didn’t get dumped,” chan snapped, dropping into the seat at the farthest corner of the table. his arms crossed over his chest, and he glared at the drink menu like it would soothe his ego flames.

“then what was that, huh?” jeonghan chimed in, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “looked like a classic walk of shame to me.”

“it’s not a walk of shame if i wasn’t even interested in her,” chan shot back, rolling his eyes. but the tips of his ears were burning red, and everyone knew it.

hoshi leaned across the table, eyes wide with fake sympathy. “oh no… our poor dino… bowing to rejection for the first time…”

“i said i didn’t get dumped!” chan’s voice cracked halfway through, and the whole table burst into laughter.

you raised an eyebrow at him, your lips twitching as you fought to keep a straight face. “what’s with the attitude, chan? you mad or something?”

his eyes flicked to you, narrowing slightly. “why would i be mad? can we not do this right now?”

“oh, we’re doing this,” seungkwan said, his grin practically splitting his face in half. “because ‘dino never bows,’ right? except now he’s sulking like a kicked puppy.”

“i’m not sulking,” chan mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.

“okay, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you teased, turning back to jeonghan. but out of the corner of your eye, you could see chan glaring daggers at you, and it only made your smile grow wider.

the car ride home was tense, to say the least. chan hadn’t said a word since you both left the restaurant, but the way he slumped in the passenger seat, arms crossed and face scrunched up, was louder than any tantrum he could’ve thrown.

“where are we going?” he finally snapped, his tone sharp.

“my place,” you said simply, not even glancing at him.

“your place?!” he sat up straighter, glaring at you. “why the hell are we going to your place? you were supposed to drop me off at home.”

“yeah, well,” you said, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, “plans change.”

“you can’t just—”

“shush,” you interrupted, cutting him off. “you’re being annoying.”

his jaw dropped again, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. but the second you parked the car in your driveway, he was back to sulking.

you got out without a word, leaving him to follow you up to the front door like a kicked puppy. when you finally unlocked the door and stepped inside, you turned to him, crossing your arms.

“bow,” you commanded, your voice firm.

chan blinked. “what?”

“you heard me,” you said, tilting your head. “bow.”

“are you serious right now?” he asked, his tone incredulous.

“as serious as you were when you tried to make me jealous earlier,” you shot back, smirking.

his face flushed, and he looked away. “i wasn’t—”

“bow,” you repeated, cutting him off.

“fuck no! i won’t!”

chan’s voice shot up an octave, like a toddler who’d just been told no more screen time. he crossed his arms and planted his feet firmly on your living room floor, his pout so exaggerated you almost expected him to stomp his foot.

you raised an eyebrow, your expression shifting into something that could only be described as menacing. chan froze, his breath hitching as he caught the way your eyes darkened—almost black, like a storm cloud about to burst.

“excuse me?” your tone was mean enough to slice through his little tantrum.

he stammered, backtracking immediately. “i mean—uh, i just—”

your arm shot out faster than he could process, your hand finding its target with exactitude that made his knees buckle. you grabbed a handful of his cock and balls through his jeans, squeezing just enough to send the poor boy to hell.

“oh my god—fuck!” he moaned, his head snapping back as his whole body curled forward, instinctively trying to escape the pressure. but you didn’t let go

“what was that? didn’t quite catch that.”

“i said—” his words were cut off by another involuntary moan, this one louder and more desperate. it was, admittedly, the best sound you’d ever pulled from him. his hands flew to your wrist, not to stop you, but to ground his shit, his fingers trembling as he gripped you.

“thought so,” you murmured, loosening your hold just enough for him to breathe. “dino never bows, huh? looks like dino’s about to fold.”

his eyes snapped up to yours, wide and pleading, his lips parted as he panted. “you—fuck—you’re evil,” he managed, though there was no real bite to his words.

“evil?” you echoed, tilting your head like you were contemplating the idea. “nah, i’m just practical. someone’s gotta keep your cocky ass in check.”

he whined—a genuine, high-pitched whine that made your stomach flip—and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

“you’re insane,” he gasped, his knees wobbling as you finally released him. he staggered back, his hands flying to his thighs as he tried to collect himself, but his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes betrayed him.

“insane?” you repeated, crossing your arms. “coming from the guy who just moaned like i handed him the meaning of life?”

“shut up,” he grumbled, his voice shaky. but the way he bit his lip and avoided your gaze told you everything you needed to know.

“say it,” you said, stepping closer until there was barely an inch of space between you.

“say what?”

you grabbed his chin, tilting his head up so he had no choice but to look at you. “say you’re sorry. and say you’ll bow.”

his lips parted, a soft gasp escaping before he quickly clamped his mouth shut. he stared at you for a long moment, his pride and submission warring in his head. but when your thumb brushed against his jaw, his resolve cracked.

“…i’m sorry y/n-nie”

“and?”

he swallowed hard, his cheeks flaming. “and i’ll… bow.”

you tilted your chin higher, arms crossed tight as you stared him down, the very picture of authority. “and you better bow with your waist, not like some punk. i’m your noona, after all.”

chan blinked, his mouth parting slightly like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. then, like the good little brat he was, he dropped his gaze and bowed low, his hands clasped nervously in front of him, hovering over the space between his legs.

“good,” you hummed, circling him like you were inspecting a new recruit. “at least you know how to listen sometimes.”

he stayed bowed, head low, but you could feel the tension radiating off him—his pride battling against the heat creeping up his neck.

“what?” you teased, stopping in front of him. “you gonna cry?”

his head snapped up, eyes blazing. “no!”

you smirked, stepping closer, your fingers brushing under his chin to tilt his head back up. “then what’s with the face, huh? all red and flustered. you look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.”

“you’re so—” he started, but you cut him off, pressing a finger against his lips.

“ah, ah,” you tutted. “no backtalk.”

his eyes widened, the defiance fading intothe face of someone who was growing needy he licked his lips, his tongue just barely brushing against your finger, and you felt the shift—the moment he gave in.

“that’s better,” you said softly, leaning down until your faces were inches apart. “show me what that mouth of yours is really good for.”

his breath hitched, but he nodded, sinking to his knees without another word. his hands found your thighs, steadying himself as he looked up at you, waiting for permission. you let him wait a moment, savoring the sight of him like this—wide-eyed, obedient, and completely at your mercy. then you reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair. “go ahead.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. his hands slid up to your hips as he pressed his face between your legs, no panties—chan doesn't even get surprised anymore—his lips and tongue immediately find you with a desperation that made you sit slightly on his face. you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked against him.

he groaned against you, the vibration making you gasp, mainly because his tongue is rolling inside your little hole, and you knew he was doing it on purpose.

“careful,” you warned, tugging his hair hard enough to make him pull back. his lips were swollen, his eyes glassy, and you could see the smugness lurking beneath the glossy lips.

“what?” he asked, his voice rough. “you’re the one who told me to use my mouth.”

“and you’re the one who’s about to regret getting smart with me,” you shot back, pulling him up by his hair and dragging him to the couch.

you pushed him down, climbing onto his lap and pinning his wrists above his head. “you think you’re so clever, huh?”

“i—fu-u-uck—” he stammered as you rolled your hips against him, the friction pulling a low, desperate sound from his throat.

your hands made quick work of unbuckling his belt, fingers steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. you pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free from the navy blue briefs he was wearing, the fabric dampened at the tip where he’d been leaking. his abs flexed involuntarily as the cool air hit him, and you couldn’t help yourself—your hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up to expose his toned chest.

“god, chan,” you murmured, tracing the ridges of his abs with your fingertips. “you’re so fucking hot. like, unfairly hot. it’s distracting, y’know that?”

he froze for a moment, his ears turning bright red. he remembered the first time you’d said something like that—half-drunk at a party, your fingers poking at his stomach while you laughed about how annoying it was that someone could be this good-looking and have abs.

“you like my muscles, noona?” he asked, his voice pulling you back to the present.

you rolled your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “obviously, i do. doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you off the hook for being a little shit earlier.”

you licked your palm, wrapping it around his length and smearing the precum that had already gathered at the tip. his hips bucked slightly into your hand, and you tightened your grip just enough to make him gasp.

“noona,” he whined, his voice already high-pitched and needy.

“shh,” you soothed, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw. “be good for me, baby boy.”

chan nodded, his hands gripping the couch cushions like they were his lifeline as you lined him up with your entrance. you dragged the tip of his cock through your slick folds, teasing him, making him squirm beneath you.

“please,” he begged, his eyes wide and glassy. “please, noona, i’ll be good, i promise.”

you sank down on him slowly, the stretch making you both moan. his hands flew to your hips, but you slapped them away, pinning his wrists to his sides.

“don’t move.”

“yes, noona,” he said, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.

you started to ride him, your hips rolling in a rhythm that had him whimpering beneath you.

“sorry,” he choked out, his head falling back against the couch. “sorry, noona.”

“say it again,” you demanded, your nails digging into his chest. “say you’re sorry, and that you’ll never pull that shit again.”

“i’m sorry,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “i’ll never do it again, i swear.”

“good,” you said, leaning down until your lips brushed against his ear. “because if you ever make me jealous like that again, i’ll rip that girl’s throat out with my nails.”

chan’s eyes fluttered open, a small, breathless laugh escaping him despite the situation. “you’re scary, noona.”

“damn right i am,” you replied, nipping at his earlobe. “but don’t forget, i’m yours. i don’t want anyone else—not your hyungs, not anyone. just you, my handsome baby boy.”

his breath hitched at your words, his hips jerking involuntarily as you rode him harder, faster, chasing both of your highs. “ahh noona,” he gasped, his voice desperate and broken. “d-dont say that! i—fuck, i’m so close.”

“hold it,” you commanded, your fingers wrapping around his throat lightly. “don’t you dare cum until i say you can.”

his entire body trembled, his hands fisting the couch cushions as he fought to obey you. you could see the effort it took, his muscles taut, sweat dripping down his temples.

“good boy, cum.” you praised, finally letting yourself fall over the edge. your orgasm crashed over you, your walls clenching around him and pulling him over with you.

“noona,” he cried out, his hips bucking as he spilled inside you, his moans muffled when you pressed your fingers to his lips. he sucked them obediently, his eyes locked on yours as he rode out his high.

[bloomblood]

pitfighter/'emo' arc vi x piltover scientist reader (soulmate au)

(IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG IMMA SPEW RANDOM NONSENSE BC IM ASS AT WRITING LMAO)

•basically, reader is from piltover and has studied love and soulmates her entire life. she looks for vi, the name engraved on her wrist because she was desperate for answers.

•reader is reffered to as 'she,' or, 'the girl,' it gets a little confusing. also sorry for ooc!

it seemed like a sick joke. yeah, there were letters-a name-carved into her skin since birth. she would stare at them on lonely nights, thinking, wondering.

maybe this person would love her, even after everything. every person lost, every mistake. after caitlyn.

maybe she had hope after all.

vi scoffs in the girl's face. this random girl, vi had seen her before, but she was looking specifically for vi. they were soulmates. yeah, soulmates-like that meant anything to vi. she could care less; the ache in her chest suggested otherwise.

"you- you're serious?" the girl asks. vi rolls her eyes. "i don't need a soulmate. i don't need you, piltie. i've been on my own, and it's gonna stay that way." vi's lips twitch up into a sly smile. both of them knew it was forced.

"so do yourself a favor, sweetheart." vi steps closer, towering over her. "run away and forget about me. let's pretend this never happened."

she crosses her arms. this woman-the one she wore the name of-just told her to leave?

"then leave. im waiting." she snaps, glaring at vi. "but just know, we'll end up in this situation one way or another. i've chased this-the answer to this for my entire life, and i almost have it." she says. vi stands there for a moment, brows furrowed. she was definately going to leave, but she seemed a little crazy. or determinded, to put into better words.

"answer to what?" is all vi asks her. "the reason for soulmates." she replies with an eyeroll. "there's a scientific and logical reasoning for everything. this should be no exception."

vi rolls her eyes. yeah, totally crazy.

"right, well...you have fun with that, sweetheart." vi says casually before turning around. she pauses. a wave of panic crashes through her stomach. she thought vi would stay, ask her what she was looking for specifically, anything. but no, she was going to leave?

"wait!" she calls out as soon as vi starts walking. "what?" vi snaps out. she didn't have time for this. after everything, she couldn't. with a wound as fresh as caitlyn and pain from everything, from jinx...

"y-you're just going to leave? no questions, no nothing?" she questions, voice quiet. "you don't even know anything about me!"

there's silence. uncomfortable silence. it surrounds them, engulfs them.

"you aren't curious? about...who i am?" her voice grew even smaller. vi shakes her head as if it would shake her thoughts off.

she was really curious. after fights, on lonely nights, after a couple drinks (more like a couple bottles, with vi), after a loss, she was curious. who was she tied to? why them? why her? how would things be different if she met them? what would change? it was only the surface of questions that had swirled in her mind.

"i don't need a little soulmate to fix everything. stay away from me. go find someone that isn't me." vi replies, voice almost barely audible. "we've met before." she blurts out. "in- in piltover. you and these other kids blew up a-"

"don't." vi cuts her off. that was the beginning of everything falling apart. "it's a part of this cycle!" the girl's voice raises. "two people are born with the other's name on their skin." she starts. "then, it goes to passing. a singular moment in time the two people see each other." there's a pause. "from there, it's meeting, which develops into a bond. whether it's lovers, enemies, friends-it's all the same." she rambles.

vi's silent for a moment. this girl was...interesting, to say the least. a piltover women and a fighter from the undercity. perfect match.

"we're complete opposites, sweetheart. we aren't meant to be." vi mumbles. "w-well humans are attracted to contrasts. it's what we learn to go to or stray from." she says softly. vi sighs. maybe, in a sense, they were alike. they're both stubborn. this girl was fragile, shy, stubborn. but vi is a fighter. she's strong and stubborn.

some people aren't meant to be. they aren't destined to succeed. others...it's in their blood-on their skin. just how in black letters, it read 'violet,' on her wrist.

(i'll write a part 2 if y'all like this lmk please!!! i'll take requests too if anyone wants any because i need to write more-)

[gyaruhana]

this may be a bit random, but could you write something for Choi Wook-Seok (the guy who plays rock, paper, scissors, minus one + helps with the search)

I’ve seen nothing about him online at all but I really liked him (maybe I’m just delusional)

It would be amazing if you could do something where the reader was an ex coworker (or just a friend) of Jun Ho and gets pulled into the little take down mission from episode 2. There she meets Wook-Seok and he gets really flustered around her or something.

thank you so much and good work on all your fics

Woo-Seok - Flustered

Synopsis: Woo-seok thinks you're really pretty and gets quite shy

A/N: Sorry this took so long to post i've been drowning in requests!!

Warnings: none

“So, just to clarify, you want me to join you to kidnap some guy who is apparently hosting death games and killing hundreds of people yearly on an unknown island?” you speak as you look at Jun-ho. When your old friend texted you asking to meet, you thought he had wanted to go out for a coffee and catch up - not try to convince you to help him find some guy running some deadly game on an island he's been trying (and failing) to find for two years now.

“I know how it sounds but I’m not making this up,” he says as he looks at you with a serious look. Jun-ho was well aware that his story sounded like the words of a mad man but there was really no way to not sound crazy talking about something like this. He was hoping that you'd just trust him and agree to this because your help would be valuable to getting this done.

You could see the look on his face that showed he clearly wasn't joking around and was dead serious about needing your help with this. However, as much as you did want to help him, you weren’t a police detective anymore. You had quit long ago and taken up a different job that didn’t put you in any danger. Something like this could be seriously dangerous and result in the harm of a lot of people. You let out a sigh as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Jun-ho. As much as I want to help, you know I don’t do that stuff anymore. I left it behind me years ago,” you say as you look at him with an apologetic look. You weren’t confident that you could just jump back into work like this. After all, if he was telling the truth, this would be a lot more than just a simple kidnapping and arrest. It’d be an all-out war - the one thing you wanted to avoid.

Jun-ho understood where you were coming from but he didn’t want to give up on you. When you used to work together in the police department, you were an excellent detective. You had a talent and it was being wasted for things that didn’t matter. This mattered. “Just keep watch then. You don’t have to come with us inside. I just need the skill I know you have to help us,” He says as he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You stayed quiet for a few moments as you just looked at him, analyzing him to figure out whether you should listen to him. Were you really going to join him on a mission to kidnap some potentially dangerous guy? You let out a sigh before looking off to the side with slight annoyance. You took a deep breath before looking at him again. “I’ll help,” you say and Jun-ho immediately smiles, glad to have you on his side. He trusted you with his life and he knew you would prove a great help.

He pats your shoulder twice before pulling his hand away. “Good. We're meeting here tomorrow,” he says as he hands you a small piece of paper with an address. You looked down at it and nodded your head slowly. “Time is valuable so be here early,” he adds as he puts his hands into his pockets. 

“Got it. I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning,” you say as you shove the piece of paper into your pocket and look up at him. Jun-ho nods his head in approval before swiftly walking away and leaving you on your own to think. If Jun-ho hadn't been such a good ally when you worked in the force together, you would've never agreed to this wild goose chase. But, unfortunately, he had done you a favor one too many times so saying no was off the table.

You let out another sigh as you looked to the horizon and thought about what tomorrow might bring. 

“They better have guns,” 

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

The next day, you arrived at the rather strange choice of a meet up place. It looked like a run down motel that offers its rooms for ridiculously cheap to those who couldn't afford anything better. You stare at it for a few moments before heading towards the door. When you went to open it, it didn't budge, so you looked around to see if there was something you could open it with.

Your eyes quickly landed on a camera watching you from above which you decide to wave at in hopes that the door would open for you. Thankfully, it did as you heard a buzz indicating it was now opened. You quickly walked in and began to climb the stairs to the correct floor written on the paper. You could hear the faint sounds of gunshots - something that made you more relaxed because thank god they do have guns in case this goes south.

When you arrived at the correct floor, you could already see Jun-ho waiting outside a room for you. He seemed anything but relaxed and you couldn't blame him. Something like this was a whole other level of dangerous. They pretty much only had one shot at getting this right or else it'd be all over. 

“This way. The rest of the team is in here,” Jun-ho speaks as he leads you down the hallway and into a room. When you walk in, the first thing you notice is the shit ton of won lying on a bed. Your eyes widen at the sight as Jun-ho leads you past into the bathroom which was filled with a shit ton of guns. You looked around the small bathroom in slight shock at how prepared they happened to be. You weren't going to ask where they got all these guns from but you could guess they were all illegally obtained from the black market. There was also a lot of ammo for the guns too. 

Finally, Jun-ho pushes back a blue curtain revealing a hole in the wall that led to a giant space which seemed like it used to be separate rooms before the walls were removed. There were three guys  shooting at the targets all the way on the back wall while three other guys stood behind them. They clearly meant business.

Woo-seok noticed the presence of Jun-ho and immediately looked at him. He had yet to notice you standing right behind Jun-ho. “These guys were in the marine corps!” he shouts out as he looks over at Gi-hun with wide eyes. He was rather impressed with himself for managing to make a team with professionals.

“These guys were in the UDT,” he shouts again while walking forward and gesturing to two other guys. “and these guys were in the ROK Special Forces,” he finishes as he gestures to the last two guys. “Oh, and this guy is just a former cop,” he says as he points at Jun-ho. 

“Me too,” you say, making Woo-seok snap his head towards you. He immediately froze up. He recalled Jun-ho saying that he'd bring an old coworker and friend but he didn't think that he'd bring someone as pretty as you. You had him rendered speechless so quickly and suddenly, he was very aware of the people looking at him. 

“This is my co-worker. I told you about her,” Jun-ho says as he steps back a little so you could have some space to reveal yourself. “She was great at her job when we worked together so she'll be a big help,” he adds. Gi-hun seems to nod his head before looking back at the men shooting but Woo-seok couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

“..Is there something on my face?” you ask as you rub your face once-over just in case. You didn't know what he was staring at you for but it was kind of endearing in an odd way. “no! Sorry. I'm Woo-seok,” he quickly introduced himself as he tried to calm down and not grin like an idiot. God, he could feel himself start to sweat.

“Glad to be on the same team,” you say as you hold your hand out for him to shake it. He quickly grabs your hand and shakes it vigorously, taking you by surprise at the suddenness and aggressiveness. “uhm- me too,” he stutters out before quickly pulling his hand back after realizing he was holding yours for a little too long. 

You stare at him with slight confusion as you couldn't tell what brought along this behavior. He seemed awfully sweaty all of a sudden and his face seemed to flush a reddish color. He could also barely get a word out without stuttering. Usually people only acted like when they had a crush-

Wait. Did he have a crush on you?? He certainly seemed to display all the signs of a potential crush. Maybe you could just ask. Would that be too straightforward? You didn't want to embarrass him, you just genuinely wanted to know if he liked you but asking him out right might be a little much.

“uh- so you used to be in the police department?” He questioned, making an attempt at small talk with you in hopes to hide how nervous he was. He really didn't want to give a bad first impression to a girl so pretty. You nodded your head and started to talk about it but he could barely focus. He was suddenly hyper-aware of everything about him including his mannerisms. 

Was he smiling too much? Was his stance weird? Did you feel uncomfortable with him looking at you? His mind was too consumed by the thoughts of what you thought about him. He thought about making a joke but maybe you wouldn't find it funny at all and there would be an awkward silence. It was just too much for him to handle. He'd much like to disappear now just to avoid doing something embarrassing in front of you.

“..woo-seok?” You call out as you look at him weirdly. He seemed to be in his own world right now. Something was evidently stuck on his mind. You, probably. You could easily tell how he felt about you. You did use to work as a detective after all. Reading people is what you do. You sigh and shake your head at his nervous behavior before speaking up.

“If you like me, just ask me out,” you say, making his eyes widen as he snaps out of his trance. He looked at you in disbelief, not entirely sure that he actually heard you correctly. “What?” He says as he feels his heart race a million times faster than it had been previously.

“If you like me, ask me out,” you repeat seriously. You found his shyness quite cute honestly and you actually didn't think you'd be against the idea of going out with him. He really just seemed like a sweetheart.

“..really?” He said as he nervously smiled. He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck with his hand before looking around at the other's. “well.. if you don't mind..” he says as he looks at you with a hopeful look.

“You gotta ask me like a man, c’mon,” you say playfully as you push his shoulder gently with a smirk. He laughed shyly before taking a deep breath. “Okay,” he says as he composes himself before looking down at you.

“Would you maybe like to go out sometime?”

[hannahbarberra162]

Clogged Duck (Milking Hours with Luffy)

TW: lactation, breast worship, smut, fluff :)

OS, Luffy x Reader, ~2.7k wc

Inspired by @otkuhotgirl ‘s Kinktober Day 1 piece. I’ve been thinking about it since I read it, this idea bouncing around my head like a windows screensaver.

You’d never really thought about lactation despite having tits for your whole adult life. Until now. You’d been hit in a fight with the Stork Captain and the lingering consequences were still with you. Your tits had been leaking milk for three days and Chopper said it would be a few more weeks until it stopped. The problem was you had to express the milk otherwise your boobs were painful and tight. You did it by hand in the shower but the process was long and tedious. And now, by some goddamn stroke of bad luck, you had a clogged milk duct. You didn’t even know it was a thing until a day ago but now the red, tender, painful area of your boob was all you could think about.

“Ugh, so what do I do, Chopper?” you asked the little reindeer. You were sitting on the bed in the infirmary as Chopper examined your boob. He was maintaining his professionalism quite well despite the fact that you’d leaked a little milk on his hoof. Sanji was passed out in the next room from nosebleed related blood loss.

“Well, it needs to be unclogged or it can turn into mastitis, which is a serious condition. So you’ll either need to hand express and massage the area until it clears or it can be helped by sucking out the clog,” the doctor explained.

“Sucking? Like -”

“Yes, someone could pull on your teat with their mouth -”

“Don’t call it a teat, that’s weird,” you said with a frown.

“I’ll do it,” Luffy said, standing in the doorway. You blinked - the door had definitely been shut a moment ago. You flushed crimson as you hurriedly covered your tits back up from your Captain. You’d always had a little thing for him but a clogged milk duct was not the way you imagined him seeing your tits for the first time.

“Uh. L-luffy, I don’t think you understand -” you started before Luffy interrupted.

“I do. You’re making milk and need it out of your boobs or you’ll get sicker. I like milk, so I’ll do it,” he stated with a tilt of his head. His unblinking eyes had you in their sights as if you were the weird one for not wanting your Captain to suckle on your tits.

“It’s just that - um - it’s a little...intimate, don’t you think? Also, it’s human milk not cow milk -”

‘It’s weird that humans drink milk meant for baby cows,” interrupted Chopper. You sighed, you didn’t want to have this discussion right now.

“That’s true, it makes more sense for me to drink human milk,” agreed Luffy, his fingers tapping his chin. “So let’s get to it! I’m thirsty,” Luffy whined, sitting down next to you on the infirmary bed. 

“Ok, I’ll give you some privacy. Let me know if Luffy can’t get the clog out, we’ll have to think of something else,” Chopper agreed, making notes on his clipboard.

“N-no, Chopper, I don’t know - I -” you tried to stop the little reindeer from leaving you with the Captain but he was already gone.

“So how should we do this, hm? Side by side wouldn’t be comfortable for me…I know! Come sit on my lap,” Luffy said, already moving you with his arms to face him as he positioned you on his lap. 

“Wha- Luffy! Wait,” you said, pulling on his shirt. Luffy looked at you with a little smile. The bed in the infirmary was small, not meant for two people but you had room to sit on Luffy’s lap. You were facing the Captain, your tits nearly at mouth level, your shins resting on the bed while you straddled him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, holding the hem of your shirt in his hands.

“Y-yeah, of course I do,” you said, putting your hands on his shoulders. In truth, you’d imagined Luffy sucking on your tits - and much more - many times. Your crush on the Captain had started the first time you met him, his silly and adventurous nature capturing your heart from the moment you saw his radiant smile. You hadn’t ever planned to actually act on it, it was a bad idea for crew members to mess around. You’d been on ships where the dynamics were off after a bad breakup or two and it wasn’t worth it.

“I’m gonna make you feel better. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop,” Luffy said with a smile. You were disarmed by his genuine offer and frankly, you needed the pain to stop.

“Alright, Luffy. Can you shut the door? And just - they kinda hurt so be gentle,” you said, letting him pull your shirt over your head. It was dirty from the milk that had leaked out of your tits already. He used a rubber arm to shut the door from across the room and nodded solemnly as you unhooked your bra in the back and pulled it off your arms. You were now topless in front of your crush and you couldn’t look away as he studied your boobs. His eyes were wide and round, like you had a treasure chest filled with jewels.

“So big,” Luffy said in awe, putting his hands on the undersides of your breasts and lifting them up. “Filled with milk for me,” he said, kissing the top of one of your boobs. It already felt better to have the Captain’s strong, calloused hands holding them up and relieving your back from the pain of heaving them around.

“Hah, y-yeah. So to drink you’d need to -”

“I know what to do,” Luffy said, not taking his eyes off your tits. “It’s this one, right?” he said, kissing your left breast. You nodded trying not to moan as he began kneading your breasts. Without warning he popped your nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. You could feel the milk being drained out and you felt immediate relief. You ran your hands through Luffy’s short, thick hair, moaning as he sucked and licked your breast. Looking down, you saw the evidence of his efforts dripping down his chin.

“I - aah - um, is it ok? Do you want to stop?” you said with a heaving breath, hoping he didn’t. You’d always liked nipple play and now it felt even better as it alleviated your pain. You didn’t think Luffy meant anything romantic or sexual with this, but your body didn’t know that as you felt your panties getting wetter and wetter. Luffy let go of your nipple with a pop, picked up his head and gave you a smile. His hands remained on your breasts, massaging them and rubbing your nipples gently with his thumbs.

“ ‘S great! Oh, no! I’ll help you too, don’t cry, I don’t like cry babies,” Luffy said as he noticed your other breast was now leaking milk. He moved his mouth over to your right nipple and began pulling on the other side. You moaned out loud, you didn’t think you could do this again with the Captain. He kissed his way from the underside of your breasts all the way back to your nipples all while his hands toyed with your breasts.

“L-luffy, you don’t n-need to do thaaaaaa -” your protest trailed off as Luffy gently bit your right nipple while tweaking the other.

“Wanna,” was all he answered before resuming flicking his tongue over your tight bud. He took one of his hands and splayed it over your upper back, keeping you in place to devour further. Luffy massaged the side of your left breast, switching back to your affected nipple. Your breathing picked up as he sucked harder than before, trying to work out the clog.

“Y’wanna move on me?” Luffy asked, while keeping your nipple in his mouth. 

“Huh?” you asked, mind confused what he was asking you.

“You’re rubbing yourself on me. You can sit on me if ya want,” he said with no shame. You looked down to see your hips grinding against his own without your knowledge, moving on Luffy’s impressive cock. Your face flamed but…you were already this far with the Captain…

“Luffy, that’s sex,” you said quietly. You’d never seen Luffy expressing romantic or sexual interest so you wanted to be sure that he understood what he was offering you.

“So let’s have sex then,” Luffy said off handedly, picking his face up from your boobs and looking you in the eyes. He continued to keep your breasts in his hands, squishing and massaging them like they were stress balls.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be part of -”

“I’ve thought about it before. Having sex with you. I wanna if you wanna,” Luffy said with his characteristic smile. That damn smile got you every time. 

“Alright, I - I’ve thought about it before too. Having sex with you, I mean,” you said, your face burning with embarrassment. You loved how honest and sincere the Captain always was but it was difficult to reciprocate his openness. You had been going through a dry spell and hadn’t had a partner in a while - ever since the Captain had caught your eye and your heart.

“Take off your pants and underpants,” Luffy commanded, laying you down on the infirmary bed. He loomed over you but gave you space to do as he asked while taking off his own. You’d never seen Luffy’s cock before, it was larger than you had anticipated as it sprang out from his pants. The thick, veiny shaft ended with a beautiful mushroomed top, complete with a pearl of precome. You were having cold feet now that you saw how big he was, but that one drop was making your mouth water. To your surprise, he ran a finger down your stomach, making you giggle.

“Your skin’s so soft,” he said with wonder in his voice. Suddenly, he was on his knees, pulling you onto your upper back to look at your pussy in the air, spreading your legs over his biceps.

“L-lu, I thought we were -

“I wanna see it first. I wanna see if it’s as juicy as I imagined. Ooh, lookit that,” he said, running his fingers through your wet folds, ending by rubbing your clit for a moment. You shivered as Luffy studied you with curious eyes. He repeated his movement, which made you repeat yours. This time he used his index finger to rub only on your clit, changing his movements when you made different noises. He tried tapping, stroking, and even pinching your clit before he settled on rubbing your clit with two fingers in tight circles - which made your legs shake over his arms. You weren’t sure if this was Luffy’s first time with a partner but his intuition was as good in bed as on the battlefield. 

“Aah, Luf- Luffy, if you keep doing that, hah hah I’m g-gonna come soon,” you stammered as you watched him focusing on your quivering pussy.

“ ‘S for me, right?” he asked, his other hand gripping your ass to keep you in place.

“Y-yeah, for you, L-lu,” you replied, closing your eyes tight.

“No, look at me, I wanna see you,” Luffy said softly. Your eyes snapped to his as he let go of your ass and put a finger inside your hole.

“ ‘S tight in there,” he said, pushing his finger in and out. “Could use a friend though,” he said thoughtfully, adding a second finger. Now you couldn’t contain your mewls as he worked your body better than you could, pumping his fingers like a makeshift cock.

“I’m uhng I’m c-close -” you said, gripping his thighs for support.

“So go,” Luffy said quietly, pushing down on your g-spot. The tight coil inside you snapped as you came undone. You tried to keep quiet but you couldn’t help but cry out his name as he brought you to climax. Luffy kept going as you shook under his care, wrenching every last moment of pleasure out of you before setting your ass back on the bed. You were trying to catch your breath as you watched Luffy put his fingers in his mouth, sucking your juices off the digits.

“ ‘S as good on bottom as on top,” he declared, nodding his head. He leaned over you, planting his thighs between your own for missionary position. Luffy lined himself up to enter you but not before kissing you on the forehead.

“I gotta get back to your boobs, make you feel better,” he said, like he was undertaking a mission. He entered you in one stroke, making your back arch off the bed.

“Aah Luffy! G-gimme time to adjust!” you cried out, gripping his arms. Luffy stilled above you, no small feat for a man who couldn’t sit still for a single moment. He dropped to his knees between your own, dipping his head down to your breasts. Still inside you, he resumed sucking on your tits, making you grind up against him.

“O-oh ok, you can move, Lu,” you suggested, seeking more friction than what you were getting. When you imagined sex with Luffy, you thought his normal actions would translate to the bedroom - all silliness and fast movements. But Luffy surprised you, taking you in long languid strokes as he sucked on your sensitive and sore nipples. You raised your legs up and around his waist, crossing them behind his back. Luffy set a slow but compounding rhythm with his hips, bouncing your boobs with every thrust he made in you.

“Mmmh I gotta nnh help your boobs,” Luffy gritted out while pumping into you. He was so focused on the task at hand, he wasn’t chasing his own pleasure, just making sure you met yours. He nipped and sucked on your nipple, leaving no part of your breast untouched or unloved. You kept one hand tangled in his hair, pulling him ever closer to your chest. He kissed his way through the valley between your breasts, making his way to the other, only to resume suckling and gently biting. He was driving you crazy, your over sensitive and tender breasts aching now from the attention he was giving you and not from pain. Luffy took your free hand and entangled his fingers with your own, pinning it above your head.

“Almost t-there,” Luffy grunted, putting his forehead against yours. 

“So go,” you said, repeating his words back to him. Luffy picked up speed and the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours filled the infirmary room. His thrusts became more erratic as a few soft moans spilled from his lips. At the last moment before he came, he leaned closer and kissed you on the lips before spilling inside you. It wasn’t a deep kiss, it was shy and sweet but it made your heart soar. 

“Hah hah is the clogged duck gone?” Luffy asked, breathing hard while pulling out and laying down next to you on the bed. The twin sized bed was hardly large enough for two but side by side you could just fit, one of his legs dangling off the side.

“Duct. Yeah. Think so,” you replied, your fingers still entwined with his. You relished the body heat radiating from your Captain and turned to lay your head on his chest.

“I wan’ ‘em to get clogged again,” he said with a smile, putting his free hand behind his head. You picked your head up off his chest to protest.

“Well I don’t! It hurt. Besides, we could always do this…without a clogged duct?” you said, trying not to project any of your feelings. You didn’t know how Luffy felt and didn’t want to assume or make anything awkward.

“‘Sa good idea. I liked eating below too, shishishishi,” Luffy giggled, making you laugh too. 

~~~

“Luffy! You can’t just grab them in public!” you hissed, trying to pry Luffy’s hands off your tits and his fingers off your nipples discreetly.

“ ‘S not public, ‘s my ship. Besides, I’m thirsty and they’re full, I can feel it,” Luffy pouted, still groping your chest under your shirt. His fingers were pinching your nipples, making your shirt wet.

“That’s not the point! What if - HEY!” you yelled as rubbery arms encircled you like rope and carried you off to the Captain’s quarters. The other Strawhats had the decency to pretend they didn’t see anything, except for Sanji who was crying while cooking lunch.

~~~

[marvel-spidey]

We’ve Still Got Time

Summary: After receiving some life-altering news, you try to make Bucky understand that it's time to let the past go. Inspired by the song “Falling Slowly” (in my mind it was written just for Bucky ok 🥺) Pairing: Bucky x reader Word count: 3.1k Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, lots of tears, extreme fluff. A/n: English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Enjoy! also, happy 2025 for us bucky girlies!!! our man is coming back soon! ✨

Bucky woke up to the sound of running water and a toothbrush being used. The white light from the bathroom spilled into the bedroom you both shared. The clock on his nightstand read 4:07 a.m. He slowly opened his eyes and turned to the side, realizing your side of the bed was empty. Furrowing his eyebrows, he wondered why you were up at this hour brushing your teeth. Unable to think of a reason fast enough, he decided to get up and check on you.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked in a confused tone, his hoarse voice carrying the weight of sleep. His hair was a little messy, and his metal arm reflected the soft light from the bathroom. He was shirtless, and his gray sweatpants hung just above his hips.

“I’m sorry I woke you, Buck,” you replied, drying your face with a small towel. “I don’t know. I think I must have eaten something that didn’t sit well with my stomach. I just woke up feeling really nauseous. I threw up, but at least I feel a little better now.”

Bucky closed the distance between you, moving toward you slowly and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. His expression was serious, his lips almost forming a pout.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I feel bad knowing you were sick all by yourself.”

He held your face softly, and you looked up at him, scanning his features and silently admiring how concerned he always was for you. You couldn’t understand how someone so caring could think such terrible things about himself and carry so much guilt when this was the man he really was: calm, reliable, attentive. You prayed he could see it someday, too.

“I wouldn’t wake you,” you replied, caressing his cheek gently. “I know those nightmares have been coming back these past few weeks, haven’t they?”

He looked down, ashamed he hadn’t been able to hide them from you. You always knew.

He sighed and nodded, reluctantly admitting the unpleasant truth. His nightmares came in phases. Sometimes, they haunted him almost every night with terrible flashes from his past – people he had killed, accidents he had caused, futures he had destroyed. Or worse, scenarios in which you would get hurt. Sometimes, by him. Those were the worst ones. Other times they would come less frequently, almost letting him believe that he was making progress in his “healing journey”, as you liked to call it. But they eventually came back. To him, they were proof he would never truly be at peace, never able to leave the past behind.

“Yes, as usual,” he admitted. “But it’s okay. You don’t need to worry.”

“That’s impossible,” you replied, already recognizing his habit of downplaying things and subtly pushing you away, retreating into his world of self-loathing. “I’ll always worry. I just wish you would have talked to me about it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said while engulfing you in a warm hug. He had a defeated expression in his features that made you even more worried. God knows what kind of thoughts he was having about himself. You wish you could take them away.

“Let’s just go back to sleep, so you’re rested and feeling better in the morning. Deal?” You smiled weakly and decided to let the matter go, for now. “Deal,” you agreed, letting him take your hand and guide you back to bed. For the next few weeks, you continued to have moments where you felt unwell.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but your body started to feel different. Your stomach was more sensitive than usual, leaving you with the now-familiar waves of nausea. You felt sleepier at random moments during the day, and your stamina during training sessions at the compound suddenly diminished. You felt more out of breath during workouts and sparring. And food began to smell and taste different. One morning, the pancakes Bucky made you almost daily for breakfast smelled “eggier” than usual—you could smell the eggs in the batter from what felt like miles away.

After weeks of feeling like this, you thought it was probably due to low vitamin levels and decided you should schedule a routine doctor’s appointment soon.

But in one of your weekly sparring sessions with Natasha, you started to feel a slight dizziness, so you asked her for a time-out.

“Are you okay?” she asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I just—I don’t know. I’ve been feeling kind of weak for a while now,” you admitted, closing your eyes and resting a hand on your forehead in an attempt to steady yourself. “I think I just need to get some blood work done. It’s been a while since my last check-up.” “Weak how, exactly?”

“I feel like I’m always tired lately. More worn out. And my appetite is all over the place.”

Natasha looked at you with a suspicious expression before asking an unexpected question.

“Hmm, feeling weak, huh? Have you taken a pregnancy test?”

Your eyes shot open, and you stared at her, trying to process what she had just said. “What?”

“Yes, have you?” Nat repeated, crossing her arms and leaning into one hip with a slight smirk as if she knew something you didn’t.

“I- No, I- I didn’t… My period is only two days late, which is sort of normal for me. Do you think I should?” you questioned her, not knowing if you were talking more to yourself or to her.

“(Y/n) yes, you should! Have you talked to Barnes about it?”

“Not really. I didn’t pay much attention to this. I didn’t have time to.”

The truth was, you and the whole team had been preparing for an important mission in a few months, one that had been weighing heavily on Bucky’s mind especially, since it involved Hydra. The team was set to infiltrate a secret Hydra base in Hungary in order to retrieve intel on potential undercover Hydra agents within S.H.I.E.L.D.

You were almost sure this was the reason Bucky’s nightmares had gotten worse. He tensed up every time you or someone else mentioned the mission, or during training, probably dreading the feeling of going back to a place so connected to everything that he wanted to forget. He tried so hard to hide it but for you, it was so easy to sense his anxiety. The way his blue eyes grew distant, drifting to the floor as if trying to escape his own thoughts. Or how his fists clenched, fingers pressing into his palms almost to the point of pain, while he tried to take deep breaths every time Steve went over the mission details with the group.

“Then take the test,” Natasha urged, stepping closer and putting a reassuring hand on yours when she noticed the frightened look on your face. “If you’re pregnant, you need to know before the mission. And you need to tell Barnes. You both need to decide if going on this mission is still an option.”

“But Nat” you began, squeezing her hand, feeling so scared and unprepared for the scenario she just mentioned.  “I- I don’t know if Bucky is in a good headspace for this now. He’s been so off lately. The Hydra stuff has been really getting to him.”

Natasha offered you a comforting smile, her confidence and support unwavering.

“You’ll both be fine. I’m here if you need me. And Steve is, too.” Later that same day, you found yourself in a situation you never imagined you’d be in right now.

Trembling hands, tears streaming down your face, and your heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears. A white and blue pregnancy test sat on the marble counter of your bathroom. You stared at the word that appeared on the small screen.

+ Pregnant

You froze. You looked at yourself in the mirror and blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You weren’t. A wave of happiness washed over you. So much happiness. It was unexpected, yes, but you had always told Bucky he would be a wonderful dad. Yet every time you brought up the subject, he’d say he would like to be a father someday, but that it probably wasn’t a good idea. According to him, he could never be a good role model for a child.

Your first thought was running to Nat or Steve. You wanted to tell one of them and hear that everything would be alright, that Bucky would be alright with all of this. But it was already kind of late. They’re probably asleep by now, you thought to yourself. At the same time, you knew the person who really needed to know about this was in the living room, watching a random reality TV show with Sam.

You couldn’t bear to be alone another minute. The anxiety was overwhelming.

You decided to text Bucky and ask him to come to your room. If you went to the living room, there was no way Sam wouldn’t notice something was up, and you didn’t need another situation right now.

“Can you please come to our room, it’s urgent.” You texted and hoped he would check his phone as soon as possible.

Not even five minutes later you heard the door of your room open, followed by anxious footsteps entering the room.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay? I just got your text.” Bucky asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Hi, love” you said, stepping out of the bathroom and faking a half smile, searching for his hand and guiding him to the bed. You were terrified but at the same time you didn’t wanna scare him. “Come with me, I need to talk to you.”

“What happened?” Bucky questioned, his eyes quickly searching your face for any clues of what might have happened. You could see the worry creeping into his expression.

You sat next to him on the bed and held his hands tightly. The cold touch of his metal hand on yours offered a brief distraction from what you were about to tell him. You took a deep breath, still unsure how to begin. You decided that starting with some context might be easier.

“So, basically, for the past few weeks, I’ve started to feel a little… off. Do you remember the night you woke up because I felt sick in the middle of the night?”

“Yes, I do” Bucky answered calmly, trying to figure out where you were going with this.

“Well, besides that, I’ve been feeling different. My stomach has been constantly upset, my appetite has been strange, I’ve been feeling more tired than usual, and I–”

“(Y/n), are you sick?” Bucky interrupted, already imagining all the worst scenarios in his head.

“Buck, no” you replied quickly, closing your eyes and trying to breathe to calm yourself down. “Listen. As I was saying, I talked about these symptoms with Nat today and she… she asked... if I had already taken a pregnancy test.”

You paused, watching his face closely for a reaction. He seemed to freeze, taking a few seconds to process your words. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath – a breath that felt heavy with sadness. It broke your heart.

He opened his eyes again and they were glistening with tears. His eyes looked even more blue than they already were.

For a moment, you considered not saying anything more, but you knew he needed to hear it – all of it.

“So, I… I took a test just now,” you continued, your voice trembling as tears began to run down your face. “And it’s… it’s positive.” You wiped your nose with the sleeve of your sweater, struggling to keep your composure.

“I’m sorry” you said crying, heartbroken because this was the reaction you had been dreading. You felt like you had ruined his life.

Now, he was the one silently crying. He still held your hands, his thumb softly tracing circles over your palm, his gaze fixed on your intertwined fingers.

“Please, say something, Bucky,” you pleaded, the silence only giving your mind space to imagine horrible possibilities.

“No, I’m the one who should be saying sorry, (Y/n),” he finally said, his voice breaking as tears slowly streamed down his face. “This baby deserves someone better. You deserve someone better.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, reaching out to hold his cheek, your heart breaking at the words that he had just spoken. “What do you mean, ‘we deserve someone better’?”

“Yes! Yes, you do!” he exclaimed, his voice rising as he finally let the storm inside him surface. “How is this baby going to grow up knowing all the awful things I’ve done?”

He got up from the bed, putting some distance between the two of you. He was still crying quietly, and it felt like he had been keeping this inside for so long. His body was facing the window. He couldn’t even look at you.

“You didn’t do those things, Buck. The Winter Soldier did,” you spoke clearly, hoping that he would somehow believe it.

“It doesn’t matter, does it? I still did it.”

“Of course it matters! You didn’t have a choice!” you raised your voice, frustrated at how he could still blame himself so much.

“Everyone tells me that, but it doesn’t help, you know?” he replied, turning his body back toward you. His voice was low. “When I lie down to sleep, I keep seeing their faces. I can still hear their cries, begging for help, for mercy.”

“Buck, I—I’m so sorry,” you told him, holding your tears back again. You’d give anything to take his sadness away.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be free from what they did to me,” he stated, his face showing a defeated expression. “I know Ayo got the Hydra programming out of my mind in Wakanda, but still… it’s all here,” he said, pressing his index finger to his temple. “I remember all of them, and I always will.”

You got up and decided to close the distance between you. You raised both of your hands to his cheeks and held his face gently, making him look at you. You needed him to hear every word you were about to say.

“Honey, look at me,” you began, your voice serious but soft. “I can’t even begin to imagine how you must feel. And I want you to know I’d do anything – anything – if I could to make this suffering go away. It breaks my heart to see you in so much pain and not be able to do anything-”

“No, sweetheart, but you do,” he interrupted you, wiping the tears from your face. “You have no idea how many ways you’ve saved me.”

He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. Both of you were crying again, and you could feel all his gratitude in that one kiss.

“You save me every day. It would be impossible for me to survive those nightmares if I didn’t have your face to look at every time I wake from one of them.” He gave you a sad smile while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek afterward.

You leaned into his metal hand and kissed his palm. Your eyes were once again glistening with tears.

“Do you see this, James?” you asked, hoping that he would understand what you were trying to show him.

“This is you,” you continued, placing one hand on his heart. “This is Bucky Barnes. The man who has a metal arm and touches me like I’m the most fragile thing in the world. The man who makes pancakes for me every morning. The man who’s afraid of punching me too hard in our sparring sessions, even though he knows I’m a kick-ass agent.”

“That you are,” he agreed, both of you crying and laughing at the same time. You quickly wiped his tears away.

“The man who watches trashy reality TV shows with his friend on a Thursday night. This is you. And this is the man who is going to be the father of my child,” you finished, placing his flesh hand on your belly.

He continued to cry. You just prayed that your words would finally make their way into his heart.

“So tell me, how could you say I deserve better? That this baby deserves better?”

He was still looking at his hand on your belly, trying to understand how he could still be worthy of having a family after he had destroyed so many others.

“Look at me, Buck,” you called, guiding his gaze back to you. “You suffered enough. More than enough. You’ve warred with yourself for so long. It’s time that you won.”

He closed his eyes and tried to absorb the words he had just heard. It was so hard for him to accept that he deserved happiness, but he was so grateful that you have never stopped trying.

“You made it. We’re here, and you made it. Now we’ve still got time. We’ve still got all the time in the world for you to finally live. Your life, how you want it,” you continued, kissing the palm of his metal hand again. It was your way of showing him that you loved all of him, even the part that brought him the most pain.

“This baby is so lucky to have you as a dad. And to be honest, this kid is going to brag so much to the other children about how his dad’s got a metal arm.” For the first time, you heard an honest laugh escape from his lips. The sound was wonderful.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but it must have been something really good,” he replied, finally pulling you close and giving you a warm kiss.

“I love you- we love you.”

“I’m so scared. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to… be a role model for someone.” You could see the worry in his eyes. He was genuinely scared.

“Bucky, yes, you do. You just have to be you. I don’t need you to be perfect,  I just need you to be here. Can you do that for us, Sergeant?”

He gave you a warm smile, filled with gratitude and hope - the hope you had just given him. He looked at your lips and kissed you once more, holding your belly delicately.

“Yes, I can, ma’am. Yes, I can.” he agreed easily “but.. speaking of sergeant, now there’s no way you’re going on that mission.”

“Excuse me? I’m still in the first few weeks of this pregnancy. And how about you? This baby will need both parents.”

“Okay okay, so we’ll let Uncle Steve decide who's going and who’s not. Deal?”

“Okay, sir. Deal.”

Well, you have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you had a choice You've made it now ~~ Falling Slowly (from the musical Once)

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King and Prince 40

Part 39

The next morning, things felt so soft and syrupy and Steve didn’t want to move and break the moment. Eddie indulged him by having breakfast brought up to them. He got up and put some trousers on to accept it at the door and keep Steve from moving a single muscle off the bed. And even when Eddie returned, he hand-fed Steve. 

“My sweet, sweet prince.”

Steve licked at his fingers. “My sweet, sweet king.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“Then don’t”, Steve said. 

Breakfast had been polished off between them. Eddie moved the tray of empty plates back onto the cart and thankfully the amount of crumbs on top of the blanket were minimal.

“I would. But I have important work to do today.”

Steve laid his head on Eddie’s chest and Eddie felt very much like a person whose pet had decided to sleep on their body, effectively trapping them. Because how could he move when Steve looked so comfortable?

“I already tag along”, Steve said. “I can just be with you all day. Unless…you think you’ll get tired of m-mmph!”

Any doubt he might’ve had about Eddie wanting him near were assuaged when Eddie flipped them over and kissed him all over his face, then on his neck, then his collarbone, then back up to his lips.

“My love, how does your skull not burst from your wondrous ideas?”

And so, after a bath and getting dressed, Steve went with Eddie to his study. And for at least the first half hour, they both made a valiant effort to keep their hands off of one another. Eddie sat behind his desk and Steve lounged on the chaise in front of his bookshelf. He kept himself busy with a book Robin had recommended while Eddie read correspondences from other kingdoms. Months before, Steve would have sat there wondering if his father’s letter was among them. He no longer cared for that.

When his mind wandered, it instead went to Eddie. To how serious he looked as he was focusing on the page and thought of how best to reply. To the way his lips moved as he read the words, his hair sliding off his shoulder, his fingers as the pen moved across the parchment. It was so very easy to get distracted by Eddie. But people came and went to speak with Eddie, so his feelings of temptation were abated, at least for a while.

But soon enough, lunch was brought in for the both of them and Steve got up to sit on the other side of Eddie’s desk, only for his kingly lover to pout.

“Why so far away, love?”

And so Steve found himself in Eddie’s lap again, being fed by his hand.

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Bramble had been on King Edward’s council for about ten years now. He had been one of the votes in favor of war. So the fact that almost a year had passed since the prince’s kidnapping without an ounce of reaction to the opposition, he felt like a bee without a flower, buzzing without purpose. He was one of the few on the council who still longed to end the threat of the Harringtons through violence. 

He was also one of the few still in the camp of spreading their influence through dominance. Their king was immortal and held immense power. He controlled legions of beasts that could ravage any army. And yet, their borders hadn’t grown. They hadn’t ceded territory either, but that was neither here nor there. The situation left a bad taste in his mouth. And the king’s treatment of the prince made things all the more bitter.

A spoiled thing that was once their enemy and was now the king’s pet. It made their monarch look foolish and easily swayed. 

Bramble knocked on the door of the king’s study, intent on discussing the arrival of a duke who lived on the outskirts of the kingdom who was set to be at the castle by the end of the week. He heard giggling before King Edward’s voice beckoned him to come in. When he opened the door, his annoyance wasn’t at all relieved to see Prince Steven, looking ever the pampered pet in the lap of the king.

“Your Majesty, I can come back at another time…”

“State your business”, Eddie said, one hand on Steve’s thigh while the other was around his waist.

“It is about the Duke of Aste?”

“All preparations are going well, I hope?”

“They are. I only ask if there is anything else required for his arrival?”

Bramble’s eyes took in their combined forms. The prince’s hand was against the king’s chest. His other was hidden, arm around the king’s shoulder and a slight movement told Bramble that he was playing with the king’s hair. A question was on Bramble’s tongue. One that had been there ever since the prince was allowed out of his cell. But he kept it hidden beneath his teeth.

“...Ble? …Mble?”

“Hm? Yes, my king?” Bramble snapped out of his thoughts, realizing his name was being called.

“I said, ‘is that all’?”

Brambled cleared his throat. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Then you are dismissed”, Eddie waved him off, eyes instantly going back to Steve. It was like there wasn’t anyone else in the room. Bramble left, hearing more giggling before he completely closed the door.

“I don’t think he likes me very much”, Steve said once the door was shut.

“Well, I’d say even without his vote you still have a majority of the council’s approval”, Eddie smiled.

“Oh?”, Steve quirked up a brow. “Just the council’s?”

“And perhaps you’ve also gleaned some acceptance from the subjects…”

“Oh if that’s all…”, Steve trailed off as he moved to stand up, only for Eddie’s hold to tighten and pull him even closer.

“I shall never again play at this game. You are the air that gives me life, the sun that gives me light, and the spark that gives me passion. I won’t ever pretend otherwise if it makes you remove yourself from me.”

Steve smiled, melting back into him. “Still, perhaps we should tone it down in front of the council members that aren’t actually your friends.” Nancy and Jeff might be used to them by now, but as for the older members… “And I know you want me by your side when the duke arrives but-”

“I won’t hear of it. My courtship of you means you should be introduced as such. You will be by my side when the Duke of Aste comes.” Eddie took Steve’s hand and kissed his palm. “Just like this.”

Steve snorted. “Just like this?”

“Just like this”, Eddie repeated. “And if Bramble or the duke or anyone else have an issue with it they can take it up with the toe of my boot. Don’t worry about them, starlight.”

“Well now I do love a king who knows how to lay down the law”, Steve purred as he leaned in for a kiss.

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The number of council members differed depending on what Eddie needed. At the moment, he had six - Nancy, Jeff, Gareth, Douglass, Bramble, and Sansweet. Bramble and Sansweet had served Eddie the longest. There had been a period before them when there was no sitting council. It had been an odd era in the kingdom’s history. But Bramble had made a name for himself for his ability to make hard decisions and Sansweet, well…

He had come to King Edward with the intention to create a network of spies. That idea had been dismissed and instead Sansweet had been put to task watching the flow of money in the kingdom. Something he could do half asleep. So he went about recruiting spies across the kingdom anyway. Ears and eyes both inside the castle and outside of it, all reporting to him. The king never wanted to hear what he had discovered.

But tonight, he would be meeting with Bramble. And together, they would formulate what do do about the problem of the prince.

Part 41 coming soon

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Blood and Chains

Chapter Four- Little Flower

Choso x f!reader

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Content: fluffy bonding time, mutual pining, protective Choso, mentions of death, a little bit of angst, multiple POV

Fridays have become a weekly tradition for you and Choso. Meeting at your home every Friday night to watch a movie, a different one each time. Comedy that would make you both laugh until your sides hurt, scary horror movies or a thrilling adventure. Sometimes the occasional romance movie that would bring big fat tears rolling down Choso’s cheek. He denies it, but you know he was crying. Every Friday you would order pizza from the same restaurant. The same pizza every time, and every Friday you would pick off the bell peppers and pile them high on top of Choso’s. He would insist that you order something different, but you never listen. Secretly, he enjoys the extra veggies you place on his. 

On Fridays you play games too. Sometimes simple board games like Life. Sometimes a random, complicated board game with too many rules that neither of you can recall halfway into. Once the two of you played Monopoly, which had the two of you arguing with each other until your faces were red. You got so mad when you landed on one of his spaces, owing him all your money, that you flipped the board and rage quit.  Plastic houses and paper money flying everywhere.

“You're such a sore loser!” he teased and pointed with a laugh, clearly not offended by your tantrum. You crossed your arms and pouted, immediately making him feel slightly guilty. He spent the rest of that night handfeeding you popcorn like your little servant so you wouldn't stay mad at him. Though you never were seriously mad.

You also shared your favorite video games with him. For someone so inept with technology, he caught on surprisingly fast. Beating your ass easily in Street Fighter and Super Smash Bros. It frustrates you to no end, but part of you watches in awe. You have never seen someone so skilled and strategic in those games. This man is perfect at everything. Everything except Mario Party. That is the one game you can always manage to beat him in. Seeing his cute pout after he inevitably loses makes victory taste so so sweet. 

And every Friday night, without fail, Choso would pass out on your couch. The first two times were a complete surprise, apologizing when he woke in the morning. Now he's accepted his sleepy fate. Making sure to pack pajamas and other nightly essentials. You never cared if he slept over, in fact, you enjoyed it. Getting to spend a few extra moments in the morning with him, listening to his rough sleepy voice and eating breakfast together on the couch before he left until the following week. 

Even on days that weren't Friday, you were constantly talking to each other. Texting back and forth all day long. Calling him when you had a rough day in class or just to tell him something funny. You even managed to teach him how to use Snapchat (something Yuji has been trying and failing to teach him). The man with such a serious face can somehow send the most absurd, silly faces. You screenshot each and every one, much to his embarrassment. The two of you continue to learn more and more about each other.

You know all his favorites. His favorite color is a deep purple. His favorite season is fall because he loves the sound of the crunchy leaves under his thick shoes. His favorite animal is a tiger, because it reminds him of his brother. He can never pick a favorite song, because he loves to explore new artists and genres. Each week he shares his top picks with you, and you secretly listen to them on repeat until he gives you his next list of songs. Though, through your bonding, you learned of several topics that seem off-limits. 

One. His job. You don’t know exactly what it is that he does. You assume it is something dangerous as his biceps bear countless scars. The few times you have asked about his career, he quickly shuts you down or changes the subject. You can’t imagine him being involved in any shady organizations with how truly kind he is, but you don't count it out yet. Not until you can get the truth out of him. So for now, you drop the topic of work until he can open up more. 

Two. Family. You have learned Choso has a very…complicated …family dynamic. When asked about his family, he completely avoided talking about his mother and father, you can only assume they are no longer in the picture. Something that you can understand greatly. You also learned his last name is Kamo. 

“Choso Kamo” you echoed back, and watched as he visibly cringed. 

“Please…just call me Choso,” he corrected softly. You agreed, never letting his last name leave your lips again. He joked around saying he was thinking of changing his last name to Itadori to match his brother. Part of you thinks he wasn't joking.

He mentioned that he is the oldest of many siblings, but he also doesn't say more than that. When he talked about how he only wanted to be a good brother, you could feel his sadness. Tears daring to flow from his waterline. So you stopped him, saving him from releasing the pain.

The only exception to the family rule is his little brother, Yuji. He loves Yuji. He would happily spend all day talking about his little brother if you let him. With how close he and the pink-haired boy are, you assumed they have been inseparable from the moment Yuji was born. This assumption makes the fact that Yuji only recently came into Choso’s life and that they are actually only half-siblings, even harder to believe. You can tell he's leaving out a lot of the details of their meeting, but you understand they only recently connected in the past four years. Now roommates in their shared apartment, Choso being the best big brother he can. You felt a spark of jealousy, you never experienced having siblings. 

You shared your own family issues with Choso. You rarely speak about your family to others, but he makes you feel so welcomed that you don't even hesitate to pour your heart out. You were your parent’s first and only child and sadly you can't recall any memories of them. Not long after your first birthday, they died together in a car crash. Thankfully, you weren't with them. After the tragedy, you were raised by your Aunt. She never married and never had any of her own children, she loved you like you were her own. Even though she filled the void in your parentless life, you still yearned for the life you could have had if your parents never got in the car that day. 

The year you started college, your aunt became ill. Then, barely a month after her diagnosis, she was gone. Leaving you more alone than you believed possible. She also left you with a large sum of inheritance. Money you were able to use to buy this tiny apartment in the city and help stay afloat while you study. Your little sanctuary is a constant reminder of your aunt’s love.

Three. Love. More specifically past relationships. Choso admitted he only has had one relationship in the past, and it ended very badly. You didn't press more than that after seeing the hurt in his eyes as he relives the memories. You also don't like talking about your love life. The one serious relationship you have been in resulted in broken trust and tears. There is an unspoken mutual understanding between you two that this is a touchy subject for both of you. 

The friendship between you and Choso continues to blossom as a month and a half passes. Leaving the chilly spring breeze behind and welcoming the first warm rays of sunshine. You can't believe how close you and Choso have become in this short time. Right now, you even feel like your bond has surpassed the level of your best friends Suki and Emi. Though you would never admit it to their faces. 

But is this it? Are you and Choso destined to stay just friends forever? The connection you have with him is so special, you wouldn't want to lose him altogether if you admitted your feelings for him. Would that make things awkward? Would it scare him away? Questions flood your head, though another part of you greedily wants more.

You check your phone, 5:10, he should be here soon. Glancing around the apartment, it looks spotless. Movie loaded up on the TV, pizza already ordered and on the way. Another fun Friday is about to unfold.

A soft knock on the door. He's been around so much now that you can tell it's him just by the way his knuckles rasp against the wood.

“Come in” you call in a sing-song voice. He enters a moment later, smile on his face as he sees you. He walks over and gives you a friendly hug, a warm Choso hug is the best kind there is. He breaks away and leans against the kitchen counter.

“So…how was your day?” He asks.

“Fine. Sara annoyed the crap out of me but that's nothing new” you chuckle, he laughs too. Sara is the only person who knows about your sacred Fridays with Choso. So every Friday, she makes a huge deal out of it and teases you until the end of the shift. 

Another knock at the door. Pizza is here. Choso moves back to the door to accept the food from the delivery person. Ever since the encounter with the man who grabbed your wrist, Choso makes a point to be the only one to answer the door when he's over. Even though you haven't seen that employee since. You're guessing he's fired now.

Choso returns with the pizza, and you begin the ritual of picking off the peppers and placing it on his. He rolls his eyes in fake annoyance.

“Have a movie picked out?” He asks as you both make your way to the couch. He sits down, taking the first bite of pizza, eyes glued on you as he waits for your response. 

“Yup…it's a classic. You're going to love it.” You sit next to him and press play. “Twilight” you smirk at him.

“That stupid vampire romance movie?” he groans in disappointment. You laugh as you nod your head enthusiastically. 

“Just trust me Choso, you're going to love it. It’s so cheesy now, it's more funny than anything.” You loved watching these movies as a teenager, they became kind of a comfort show to watch. Though now they are kinda cringy, but that makes you love them even more. You are excited to be able to share this movie with Choso for the first time.

After wolfing down your food, Choso stands up and takes both of your plates to the kitchen. As he returns and plops next to you on the couch, you watch him stretch his arms up above his head. His black t-shirt slowly rides up, unveiling his chiseled abs that hide underneath the fabric. Your eyes remain glued to him as you notice the collection of dark hairs that seem to flow down…down toward...

You quickly avert your eyes, heat creeping across your face. You shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about your friend. That's all you are. Friends! You snap out of your thoughts as you feel the sudden warmth of Choso’s hand come around you as he holds you against him. You turn to face him, completely taken by surprise. He never does this, never acts so affectionate. He always acts so careful to never cross the line beyond friend territory. His eyes stay focused on the movie, hand slowly moving up and down along the smooth skin of your arm. 

Maybe, just maybe Choso wants to blur the lines of friendship and something more. Something you keep wanting but never voice in case he feels differently. Your stomach flutters as all of your held-back emotions for him dare to explode. How you want to hold him, kiss him, make him completely yours. You want to transform this friendship into something so much more. He tugs you a little closer to him, hand still on your arm. You lean into him, feeling the heat of your body mix with his.

You glance up, trying to get a read on his emotions. Nothing. He stares forward, eyes watching every move of the characters on screen. Not a single twitch of a smirk, no quick glances your way. Curse his unreadable expressions. You turn your focus back to the TV screen.

The movie goes on and neither of you speak a word, attention solely on the film. The scene plays where Bella and Edward have their first kiss. Your mind begins to wander yet again. How soft are Choso's lips? What does he taste like? Is he a good kisser? Burning heat floods over your face as you envision it. You swear he could feel the fire rising in your cheeks in this moment. As the movie scene unfolds, you can't stop thinking about how his lips would feel against yours. How badly you crave this sensation. 

You feel like you are being watched suddenly. Tearing your eyes from the film, you look over at Choso. His dark eyes fixed on you, on your lips. His eyes half-lidded, peering at you through his long lashes. His own cheeks sporting a rosy hue. His lips are slightly parted as he takes in your flustered features. You wonder if you can hear your heart pounding violently against your ribcage.

“We should try that” he whispers lowly, eyes lazily flicking over to the kissing on the TV and back to you. He awaits your response, taking in every small move of your face. Your eyes widen, occasionally traveling down to his own plump lips. Your cheeks get warmer by the second while your mouth is watering with anticipation for his. Your mind still reeling, unable to form words to respond. You notice his adam's apple bob in his throat, a slight glimmer of worry in his eyes as you continue to not speak.

“Us?” You whisper in disbelief, eyes unable to break from his lips. He chuckles softly.

“Do you see anyone else here? Yes… us ” his hand not holding your arm reaches up to cup your check, thumb dragging along the skin. His eyes lock with yours. “Just once?” He whispers in question. 

“Just once” you echo, turning your whole body to face his now. Reaching your own hand up to tuck a loose hair behind his ear, his ear tinged pink with blush and excitement. Fingers trace along his jawline then travel behind his head, gently pulling his face closer and closer. 

“Close your eyes” he breathes out, his face mere centimeters from your own. Your lashes flutter shut and you're certain he has done the same. One hand holding your cheek and the other moving to cradle the back of your head. Your pulse quickens with anticipation. Lips tingling as you feel Choso’s warm breath cascade against them. Time is moving incredibly slow, you almost think it has stopped completely. The sound of the movie drowned out, nothing to be heard except your soft breaths mingling with his and the thrumming of your beating heart. 

His soft lips pressed against yours in the next instant. You held your breath for a moment, letting him take charge. Your lips obediently follow his, creating an electric symphony. His warm breath mixes with yours. Then, just as quickly as it started the kiss was over. Your eyes flick back open, looking through your lashes up at him. Noticing his flushed face, a soft sigh escaping his pillowy lips. In that moment, you no longer doubted Choso's feelings for you. That much was painfully clear. 

His thumb reaches over and traces the contour of your lips, his eyes never wavering from yours. A soft exhale escapes you. Neither of you had to speak, it's like you can read the other's thoughts. This was never going to stay ‘just one kiss’. You've each had a taste, an appetizer, and now you want more. You need more like your life depends on it. 

Just as he pulls you back to him, you pull him to you. Ungracefully, bonking eachother on the forehead in your rushed passion. He chuckles shyly and quickly leaves a light kiss where he collided into you. You can't help but smile at the sweet gesture. His lips meet yours again, sparking that burning fire between you. Wet lips gliding against each other in furious need. He moves a hand down to your waist, pulling your body flush to his. You take this moment as an invitation to crawl up onto his lap, all without breaking the kiss.

His tongue pokes at your lips, asking for entry into your mouth. You deepen the kiss, allowing him entry. Tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. A shiver runs through your body, heart crawling up your throat. Pouring all of your pent-up feelings you have for Choso out now into this very moment. 

Your fingers lock with his hair, pulling his head back slightly. As you pull, the hair from one of his pigtails falls out completely, a dark curtain flowing over half his face. You place a trail of light kisses from his lips, to his jawline and down his neck. Pausing to leave small bites along the way. A small moan escapes him by surprise. He grabs your face and pulls you back to look him in the eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. A dull ache pounding from where your skulls clashed earlier. His breath now coming out in quick gasps, head spinning from everything. Fingers reaching forward to swipe your own saliva off of his lips. His eyes flutter closed momentarily at your touch.

“You're so pretty” he whispered suddenly, his thumb drawing lines along your cheekbone. He smiles as he feels the heat return to your cheeks under his touch.

“You're so perfect Choso” you purr his name, a finger idly twirling his hair that fell out. A silence falls over the two of you. So comfortable that words aren't even necessary. The sound of your quickened breath starting to slow fills the air, Twilight forgotten on the TV in the background.

After tonight, things will never feel the same between the two of you. Which is fine, because you don't want to go back to normal. You don't want to go back to just being friends, you want to be more. The freedom to kiss him as you please, to hold him, to explore him body and soul. He's all you ever wanted. The connection growing between you and Choso is so special, so beautiful. You just want to nurture it more and see how it blossoms. 

“Choso?” Your voice is the first to break the silence.

“Hmm?” He hums, nuzzling his head against yours. You sit back slightly, wanting to glimpse a whole view of his face. 

“Umm…what are we? I mean…after…” you trail off, the defining question weighing heavily between you.

“What are we? I guess we are friends, right? Friends who kiss?” He chuckles softly, his lips leaving a kiss on your cheek. Yet you don't laugh along with his joke.

“I'm serious Choso. Friends…friends don't kiss like that” 

“Says who?” He smirks at you. You frown slightly.

“Choso. I want you, I want to be yours. I don't think I can do friends. I want more than a friendship. You understand that too…right?” Your brows knit in worry, frantically searching his face. Did I misread the whole situation? You could have sworn he felt the same.

“We can't” he gently takes you off his lap, sitting you next to him on the couch once again. His eyes look away from yours. 

“Can't? Why not?” You exclaim in disappointment. He still won't look at you. 

“It's complicated,” he mumbles. 

“Is there someone else?” you whisper, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Were you just toying with me?” Imagining him with another girl after the way your lips just locked, it hurts in a thousand ways.

“No!” He spins his head to look at you, eyes flaring in anger and a hint of sadness. He says your name softer “I would never…trust me. I want you too but…” he stops, biting back his next words.

“But what?” You egg him on.

“But we can't. You deserve someone better, someone who isn't me. I'm too rotten for you” the words come out hoarsely. 

“You have been nothing but sweet…nothing but good to me. You've been my protector since the moment we met. You're all I need, all I want. No one would be better for me than you, Choso” You don't care if your pleading voice comes off as pathetic right now, you need to get your point across. For a moment, a glimmer of hope flashes in his eyes, but then it fades. 

“Fuck (Y/N), we cant…I can't. It's just too complicated…too risky...” 

“It's your job isn't it” Your voice is raised louder than you meant it, frustration surfacing. Something finally clicks In your brain, that elusive job of his has to be the reason. He drops his gaze and gives a small nod. Just as you suspected. 

“Being with me…it's dangerous. People want to hurt me, and they won't hesitate to hurt you to get to me” his voice is full of raw emotion as he imagines the horrors. “I can't…I won't…do that to you”

“I don't care,” you blurt out. “Yakuza, assassin, whatever you really are. I. Don't. Care. I trust you, I know you'll keep me safe. I want-” he cuts you off by saying your name.

“Just stop!” Anger is rising up his throat. He drops his head into his hands. “What if something happens to you while I'm not here? What if I fail to protect you? I could never-” his voice cracks. “Never live with myself. I don't want your life in danger” Your gaze softens as you listen to his desperate pleas, reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder, wanting to comfort him. Before your fingers can make contact, he abruptly stands up, avoiding your touch.

“I'm sorry. I should have never kissed you. I…I have to go. I'm sorry” he stands up and rushes toward the door. 

“Choso…please” You stand up to follow him, tears beginning to wet your lashes. 

“No…stop. Don't make this any more painful for either of us” he speaks harshly, avoiding your sad eyes. “I'm no good for you. I can't make you happy like you think I can” With that, he exits the apartment door. You stand there, mind reeling with the turn of events. How did such an amazing kiss turn into the loss of a friend.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　Choso's POV　 . ✦　　 . ★⋆.

Choso storms away from your apartment, hands two tight fists pushed deep into his pants pockets. Gritting his teeth, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He walks along the trail to a nearby park, with the sun down there should be nobody there. 

He would be lying if he said he didn't want to be with you. He wanted to call you his, he's wanted to for the past month. But his mind continues to be plagued by thoughts of fear. Thoughts of you hurt because of him. Of seeing you dead because of some curse user. If he failed to protect you, he doesn't know what he would do. So he doesn't even want to give it a chance. It already felt too risky to be your friend, even with his minimal visits of only once a week.

He finds a bench at the park and sits down, the late-night dew seeping into his clothes. I should have never become her friend. He thinks to himself, kicking at the pebbles on the ground. Seeing the tears in your eyes as he left broke him further. He never intended to hurt you. Why couldn't I just be content being her friend…why did I need to kiss her? idiot! Choso kicks one of the large rocks near the bench, accidentally putting some cursed energy behind it due to his unstable emotions and sending it soaring. He groans and throws his head between his knees. He became too greedy, consumed with the need to taste your lips on his, and now he's gone and ruined everything.

BUZZ BUZZ! His phone vibrates in his pocket, he pulls it out. His heart sinks as he sees your contact photo, your eyes shut sticking your tongue out. He snapped this picture after teasing you about something and you begged him to delete it. Choso never did, he thought his picture was so cute and instead secretly made it your contact photo. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he declines the call. 

He goes back to hanging his head in-between his knees. He never wanted to get this close to you, he just wanted a friend. He didn't intend to fall head over heels. Unfortunately, that was his fate. He couldn't stop it, couldn't control his feelings if he tried. For so long, he bottled them up and prayed they would go away. That only made them stronger, unable to stay at bay.

It sounds silly, but he was hoping you would be a bad kisser. That maybe it would put off his developing crush. Hoping you would use too much tongue or move your lips too fast. God was he wrong. Of course, that had to be the best kiss of his life. Of course, you stole his breath away. The moment your lips first met his, he knew how big of a mistake he had made. 

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ! His phone vibrates as you blow him up with text messages. He sighs and checks them.

You: Pick up!

You: Don't ignore me!

You: Choso!

The messages continue to come in. One after another. Why does she have to be so stubborn? He sighs, about to turn his phone off when he sees the next message flash on the screen.

You: Come back :(

Then silence. The vibrations cease. A fat teardrop falls onto Choso’s locked phone. Then another, and another. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to stop them.

He was never supposed to love again. He made that promise to himself. His heart won't be able to handle another breaking. The last one was so painful he vowed to never love again, to protect himself and others.  She had ruined him. She was the reason he won't allow himself to love. She took his heart and shattered it into millions of pieces. In turn, he shut down. So much so that he didn't even want to make friends again. He didn't want to become close to anyone else. Love is too complicated in his field of work, he didn't want to drag you into his world. Wanted to keep it away from you, forever if he could. He only wanted to protect you, to keep you safe. You aren't a sorcerer, you don't see curses, you can't protect yourself. So why is he so madly in love with you? Why did he allow himself to get so close when he vowed not to befriend humans again?

In the month and a half he's been your friend, you're the only thing on his mind. When he's on a mission he thinks about how he can't wait to fall asleep to a movie on your couch. At home, he talks about you nonstop to Yuji until his ears bleed and Choso's throat is sore. He finds himself taking pictures of sunsets and animals while out working, things he knows you would enjoy. Eyes he can get lost in, the softest lips, gorgeous hair. You're so perfect, you drive him insane. 

Everything reminds him of you. He rakes his fingers through his hair, frustrated. Ripping the last remaining hair tie out and letting his locks flow freely. I need her. I need her. I need her . A cluster of tiny light purple flowers sit by the park bench, the same wildflowers in the rabbit print you made. Even these flowers make him think of you. Choso picks one, holding it delicately between his fingers. I can't lose her.

He rises from the park bench and sprints back to the apartment complex. He wants to hurry before you hate him forever, though he would understand if you did. He knocks on the front door, hoping you're still awake, that it's not too late to fix things. Please…please.  He silently begs, focusing on the sound of your footsteps on the other side.

After what feels like a painfully long moment, he hears the lock turning and the door opening. There you stand, eyes red from crying. For a moment, he froze. Not sure what he can possibly say at this moment to make things ok again. He twirls the stem of the purple flower between his fingers slowly.

“I'm sorry” he whispers, barely audible. “I lied…I was lying to myself. I want you, I can't stop thinking about you. I want you to be mine, and mine only.” Choso speaks nothing but the truth. Your eyes widen at his confession, he pauses to take a shaky breath, your name falling from his lips. “I need you…I need you like the air we breathe.” 

With that, you rush forward. Locking your hands around his neck and pulling him into your apartment. He is momentarily thrown off by the sudden sensation of your lips meeting his. He wraps his strong arms around the small of your back, kicking your front door shut as he enters, lips never leaving yours. Frantically kissing you back like his life depended on it. 

“I'm just…scared…I don't want…to lose you…to hurt you…” he whispers on your lips between kisses. You pull back as you gaze up at him, bringing your hands to cup his face. He tucks the small purple flower behind your ear as he holds you against him with the other hand. 

“It's okay to feel scared. Life is scary and unpredictable but that just makes it so much more exciting.” Your words seem to soothe the pit of worry in his stomach. “Things will be ok…we have each other” you whisper. You barely have enough time to get those words out before his lips caress yours once again.

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A/N: Happy New Year!! I hope everyone had a fun and safe night and isn't too hungover today lol!

My resolution for this year is just to keep writing :) Looking back at the first chapter of Blood and Chains written in October and comparing it to the new chapters and my other ongoing fic, I feel like I have grown a lot as a writer. So here is to 2025, to creating new chapters and making friends! I love doing this and every kind word from y'all means so much to me <3

[banananutmuffin28]

Hi, I loved your se-mi x reader and was wondering if you could do a no-eul one where the fem reader is a player and she kind of tries to protect them during the games?

Yesss! We NEED more fics about our favorite murderous guard :D

Warnings: Mildly Obsessive No-eul

Guard No-eul x FEM! Player Reader

No-eul has always felt a protective pull towards you. It stemmed from when she saw you in the very first game, a type of feeling that curled around her heart and blazed fiercely in her chest.

After all, you were such a pretty little thing.

She couldn't stand watching you suffer through the games as you fought to survive. Whenever she noticed your shaky legs, or the way your lips twisted as you held back a cry, she would always tighten her fists and snarl into her mask.

You didn't deserve any of this.

 No, no, no, you shouldn't have to fight at all. No-eul should just be allowed to whisk you away to somewhere safe. She didn't give a shit about the prize money; all that mattered was having you sheltered in her arms.

No-eul only wanted what was best for you, after all.

But...that couldn't happen. Aside from the task of rescuing you being infeasible in its own right, she would also have to plan an escape and have some mode of transportation to leave the hidden island and return to the sturdy shore.

And besides, the risk of you getting hurt was all too high. It wasn't worth it.

So, instead, No-eul decided to give you gentle nudges in the games.

They weren't much, usually just stemming from her overlooking a small, crucial error, but it was enough to ensure your survival.

Until she found another plan, that would have to do.

—

You tried not to cry as you stumbled along the steady rhythm of the doll’s voice. The metallic stench of blood invaded your nostrils, and you swore you could even taste it on your lips. 

Even now, you could still remember Mi-na’s lifeless corpse on the floor, and the others that followed.

Gi-hun’s reminder rang clear in your mind, repeating over and over again until you thought your brain would burst. 

“If you move; you die!”

At first, you thought he was just some crazed lunatic too high on some unknown drug. But, even then, the way his eyes glared at everyone told some small part of you that he was being serious.

And then Mi-na died. A crisp, clear gunshot rang right next to you before she folded onto the ground. The noise had shocked you, seeing as you were right next to her and really didn’t fucking expect someonr to actually die in Red Light Green Light of all games. You remember stumbling back—it was just a miniscule amount of movement, but still enough to be noticeable.

The other players stared at you, wide eyed. And, you knew by the way sympathy had sparked in their irises, that you were done for.

You had closed your eyes, chin trembling as the first of tears fell from your face, and waited for a bullet that would shoot through your skull.

 But…it never came. 

A few moments had passed, and you were still unharmed. 

An unsteady gasp fell from your lips as you felt a fragile, flighty sense of hope bloom in your heart. Were you really going to be spared? Did that movement not really count?

The next time the doll sang, it sounded like the heavenly voices of angels.

The next few rounds passed by achingly slowly. By now, you had decided to stop just seconds before the doll would turn its gaze to you, as an extra precautionary measure.

You didn’t want another close call like that again.

All around you, people of all ages fell down like flies. Even the slightest of movements got them shot, and you watched as one by one the life slowly faded from their eyes.

And, all the while, your mind was racing with one singular thought: Why were you spared?

–

As the timer reached zero, No-eul smirked. She squinted into the day scope, fingers dancing along the trigger. 

She couldn’t believe it. Not only had you survived, but she got away with not shooting you too.

“011, what’s gotten you so happy?”

No-eul turned around, startled. Her fingers slipped, accidentally sending a stray bullet whirring past the intended target. The man screamed, tears spilling from his eyes as he begged for mercy.

How annoying.

Another triangle masked guard sat beside her. He chuckled, looking up from his gun lazily as he propped one elbow on his lap. When No-eul didn’t respond, the man made a flicking motion, urging her to speak.

“Come on, 011, whenever you’re on sniping duty for Red Light Green Light you’re always huffing and shit. Always so serious. So, why are you chuckling today?”

No-eul sighed, though she still couldn’t stop the blush that appeared on her cheeks.

“It was nothing, 013. Stop pestering me and go back to work,” She deadpanned at last. Before he could respond and fire back with a creatively stupid insult, No-eul gazed back into the magnifying scope and started shooting.

No-eul didn’t want anyone else focusing on you. You were hers and hers alone.

—

As the games passed by one by one, you grew more and more concerned. Really, you shouldn’t even be alive right now.

You laid in your bed, a frown on your lips. During each and every one of the games, you had done something that should’ve gotten you disqualified. In Gonggi, you had accidentally dropped a Jack at the very last second, but instead of making you start all over again, the guard posted at your side made an O.

Hell, you could’ve sworn the guard’s eyes were on you the entire time. There was no chance they didn’t see your slip up.

So why did they still let you go?

And then, it happened again in Mingle. During the last round, you were unable to find a partner in time on the carousel. In your fit of desperation, you had run into one of the rooms, only to find a very traumatized player already sitting inside. 

And, what was even stranger was that no matter how hard someone pounded at your room, it wouldn’t budge. It was almost as if the door had locked itself before the timer ran out.

What the hell was going on? Do you really have a secret guardian angel protecting you, or were the game creators just that careless?

You paused, then punted the last part of that thought to the stratosphere. 

If that were true, it wouldn’t align with the actions of the soldiers when it came to other players. 

You remembered how stingy they were with the rules, and how a guard even disqualified a team’s toss because one of the men had accidentally stepped a little further than the boundary line.

Maybe your guardian angel would help you with your next game too and just hand your victory to you on a silver platter.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as a heavy sigh escaped you.

Fuck, all of this thinking was making your head hurt.

In truth, you knew you really shouldn’t be so ungrateful at how you survived for this long. Hell, you were even willing to bet your entire life savings that most of the players would kill to have the luck you possessed now.

 But… the fact that you’re still alive unnerved you. And at times, you even felt like you were being watched.

After a few more minutes of fruitlessly twisting and turning in your bed, you sighed.

You needed to go to the bathroom to freshen up.

Awkwardly, you pulled your blankets aside and climbed down your bunk bed. The room was deathly quiet, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through your body as you stared into the inky abyss surrounding you.

For fuck’s sake, get a grip! You’ve already survived literal death games; a little bit of darkness shouldn’t scare you, You chided yourself.

Shaking your head, you spread your arms out and slowly walked over to the bathroom.

The triangle guard on the other side stared at you blankly when you asked them to open the door. You blushed, running a hand along your neck as you started spouting out some nonsense on how your stomach hurt and you really needed to go.

When you had almost considered giving up, the door slid open.

“A-ah. Thank you!” You squeaked, and hurried in.

The guard froze, their shoulders stilling. Then, they nodded, before turning back to their station.

The second you entered the bathrooms, it almost felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

Signing for what felt like the umpteenth time, you walked over to the sink and splashed water onto your face. 

The cold liquid was like a blessing to your sweaty face. 

You smiled into your reflection. 

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

And then you heard footsteps approaching.

—

After making sure no one was watching her, No-eul strided into the bathroom, a confident smirk on her face. In the still quiet of the room, she could hear her own heartbeat reverberating around her eardrums.

Finally, she was able to be alone with you.

When she opened the door, it took all her willpower not to pounce at you.

You looked so…adorable in there alone, with water still clinging to your chin. Oh, No-eul just wanted to gobble you up.

You backed away, and No-eul could see the familiar look of fear on your face. You were scared. Of her.

She tsked. She would not let that stand.

“Why are you looking so scared, honey?” No-eul purred. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

 Her hand retrieved a key from her pocket, and she used it to lock the door.

You swallowed, arms instinctively crossed around your chest.

“F-forgive me, miss, but that is a little hard to believe when you just locked the door. So that it’s just us. Alone.” 

That last part was barely audible, even in the quiet night.

No-eul’s smirk grew wider.

“Awwwe, would me taking my mask off help with that, love?” 

Your cheeks turned a dark auburn at the mere suggestion, and you doubled back. As she reached for her mask, you tried to stop her.

“Isn’t that against the rules? Won’t you…get in trouble?” You ask, genuine concern lacing your words.

No-eul laughed softly, shaking her head.

“I’ve already broken the rules by just talking to you, baby,” She tilted her head, closing the distance between you two. “What’s one more?”

Your throat bobbed up and down. You looked like you were about to argue, but didn’t.

“If that’s what you want, miss,” You mumbled at last, gaze turning to the floor.

No-eul laughed again.

 She knew she made the right choice in sparing you.

She unclasped the straps to her mask.

—

Fuck.

Fuck.

The guard in front of you was taking her mask off. And she looked so fucking hot.

She already had a hot enough voice. Her face card was enough to kill you.

You know what, maybe you didn’t mind dying if this was her face. You would be leaving the Earth with your little gay heart doing backflips.

Unconsciously, you took a hesitant step forward.

The woman smiled, and extended her hand.

“Do you like what you see, love?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

She hummed approvingly, reaching to caress your face gently with her hand. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this, baby. Fuck, you look so precious like this, I could just eat you up.”

The way she enunciated her words made you whimper uncontrollably. This close, you could see every little detail in her face. There was a fresh cut on her cheek, and pretty little dimples littering her mouth. Her lips were plump, but a little chapped.

You wondered how sweet her mouth would taste.

Wait, what?

For fuck’s sake, you literally just met the woman! And she was a guard! You couldn’t possibly be swooning at her already!

But, as you looked at her again, your mind couldn’t help but wander. Would she pin you to the wall and kiss you roughly? Or would she be gentler in her approaches?

“Were you the one who was watching me?” You asked at last, turning to meet her gaze.

Something flashed in her eyes. Something predatory.

“My, my, did you catch on at last?” The guard cooed, hands moving to wrap themselves around your waist. “I supposed the truth would have to get out eventually.”

She pushed you so that your face landed on her chest. Her scent filled your nostrils, comforting you in such a way that made you feel boneless.

Slowly, she leaned in, her breath tickling your ear as she whispered, “Did you realize I was protecting you too?”

As soon as you registered those words, you gasped. 

In your surprise, you broke out of her embrace and gaped at her.

Already, you were beginning to miss her touch.

The guard pouted at you when you left her arms, but made no move to pull you back in.

“It was you?” You blurted out, still in shock.

A Cheshire grin danced on her lips.

“Of course, love. I was the one who didn’t shoot you in Red Light Green Light, I approved of your Gonggi performance, and I jammed that door for you.”

You freeze, not quite sure what to think. On one hand, the idea of a pink soldier protecting a player was so outlandish! A part of you didn’t believe her.

But…on the other hand, what she said lined up with the unusualness following you. It made sense that, if they chose to, a guard sparing you could be the difference between life and death.

All that left you was one, burning question.

“Why?”

The woman’s nostrils flared, and an unreadable expression adorned her face. She stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s because I couldn’t let you die, love.”

She paused.

“Do you remember how you looked during the first game? You were so scared, so small. I wanted to protect you.”

Her eyes grew feverish.

“I only want what’s best for you, baby.”

Your heart thundered.

What the hell?

“But, we don’t know each other! I’ve never met you in my life—“

“Oh, but that doesn’t matter, sweetie,” The guard purred, running a finger along your cheek. “We can take our time getting to know each other later. When you’re safe from the games.”

Blood was roaring in your ears. You knew you were supposed to feel scared at her reaction, but something primal inside you relished in it. 

Seemingly noticing your shift in demeanor, the woman leaned in close and kissed you chastely on the forehead.

Obsessively, she hugged you once again, though this time her embrace was tighter. 

“Would you like that baby? Be taken care of by me? You wouldn’t have to ever be worried again.”

She said the word in between kisses, peppering your face but never touching your lips.

“We would be so happy together.”

Her hands wandered, one pressing against the back of your head while the other rested on your waist.

Despite yourself, you leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her. You soaked in her attention, in how desperate she seemed to want to protect you.

You liked the feeling of being loved.

The next time she leaned down to kiss you, you purposefully angled your face so that your lips connected.

The guard gasped softly, but didn’t pull away.

In fact, she deepened the kiss.

You moan softly, opening your mouth and letting her tongue explore it. 

Mindlessly, she lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around her waist.

When the two of you parted for air, a string of spit connected your lips.

Mesmerized, you brought a finger to your face. 

“I guess you really are my guardian angel,” You mumbled.

The woman only smiled again, and pinched your cheek.

“The name’s No-eul, by the way.”

A/N: Hahaha I stayed up so late writing this ;__:. There actually will be a part two to this! I was planning on writing it all today but I genuinely don’t think I can get it all out without it being utter trash 😭

Please let me know if you liked it! I live for your comments.

[Im going to collapse onto my bed now]

[darksturnz]

Soooo i have a couple questions about chris and star!!

So are they like virgins, how old are they, have they had any relationships, were they each other’s first kiss, and WHEN ARE WE GETTING ANOTHER SMUT BLURBBBB

OMG YESSS PLSSSS I LOVE NOSY QUESTIONS. + im not sure :3!! soon but not super soon but SOON!

1. Are they virgins?

Chris: No, Chris is very experienced (is what he would call it), but it’s not as bad as it might sound. Sex is one of the few things in his life where he feels a sense of control—where he gets to call the shots and temporarily forget the chaos around him. It’s never fully been about love or connection for Chris; it’s a transactional, almost mechanical way of asserting some form of agency in his otherwise unstable life. Still, there was always a hollowness to these encounters. He would never admit it but with Star, it feels different like it’s something deeper—something more real— it fucking terrifies him.

Star: Yes, Star is a virgin, past trauma makes her hesitant to trust anyone with her body or emotions that stem with the afterwards portion. She’s had her fair share of poorly given handjobs in random bathrooms at parties and she knows what & how it works, but the most she’s done is ride Chris’s thigh or let him finger her, and those moments were significant for her because they required her to push past her comfort zone and trust him. Intimacy is as much about emotional safety as it is physical and she’s not embarrassed by her stance on it at all.

2. How old are they?

Chris: 21 (or however you feel, not that important he’s just older than star.)

Star: 19 (once again, or however you feel, star!reader is just younger.)

3. Have they had any previous relationships?

Chris has never had a serious relationship, he’s had plenty of on-again, off-again hookups. He doesn’t want or need anything serious, Vulnerability is a weakness in Chris’s eyes, so he keeps his relationships shallow and physical. It’s easier to keep people at arm’s length than to let them see the parts of him he tries so hard to hide.

Star’s only ‘real’ relationship was with Mason, a classmate she dated for about six months during freshman year. It was an innocent, almost childish relationship—they held hands, hugged, and shared one awkward kiss on the cheek. Sure there’s been plenty of opportunities but guys her age have completely lost interest when she didn’t let them stuff their hands down her pants the fourth day in.

4. Were they each other’s first kiss?

Chris: No, but he’s not a big kisser—he sees it as something intimate, reserved for moments of connection, and it’s not something he experiences often. Kissing feels more personal than sex, which is why he’s so selective about it.

Star: No, Star has kissed both men and women in the past, though none of those kisses were particularly significant to her. Most of them happened in drunken or impulsive moments, like at parties or even a church lock-in with Madison. These kisses were more about curiosity or rebellion than romance. The kiss with Madison, in particular, stands out in her mind—not because it meant something romantically but because it was such a funny story to relive, the memory of Madison’s cheeks going bright red is enough to leave Star giggling for days. But kissing has always felt more like a funny silly little thing to do for her.

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[n1ghteeea]

how do you think the boys (janine too if you’d like) react when one of them gets hurt (physically, mentally, etc etc) on a bust? 👀

Good question! I think none of them would act irrationally if it’d be a basic injury or scare, but if they saw that whatever happened was more serious than what they usually have to experience, they would absolutely prioritise each other over the job. We kinda see it in “The Bogeyman Is Back” when Egon falls off the building and the others immediately forget all about the ghost, rushing to save and comfort him.

Let’s imagine one of them getting really badly injured by a ghost, bitten to blood for example, kinda like how Peter was (Ray mentions it in the Drool ep), screaming out in pain, which alarms the others.

Egon would get immediately distracted by the scream and rush to the person to provide first aid (he canonically knows it). He would be very collected, maybe a bit frantic, but only asking important questions and not providing much emotional console just because of the heat of the situation.

Peter would run up to the person to hold and guide them to a safe spot, providing physical support and constantly asking if they are okay. During the first aid he’d sit near and ask Egon how bad the injury is.

Ray and Winston would most likely make sure that the others are safe and then focus on keeping the ghost away from their now vulnerable teammates and finishing the job, after which they’d also run up to others and sit near, looking over the injury. Ray would provide his parapsychological knowledge to estimate the danger and treatment of the wound, while Winston would comfort the one who got hurt by half-hugging them or grasping their hand soothingly.

Janine would get immediately worried when the guys would arrive with an injured person on their hands and would make sure to scold them for being too erratic and impulsive on the job, while also being comforting and bringing them hot liquids and overall staying near because she’d be just so concerned.

When it comes to a potential emotional scar from a bust, that can also be seen in “The Bogeyman Is Back” though they fuck it up in the middle of the ep. But I think Egon and Peter would NEVER admit they got traumatised, Ray and Winston would be more willing to open up, but they WOULD read each other like an open book and do everything in their power to provide comfort. They know each other so well that they’d know the perfect way to approach without creating pressure or making the person feel inferior and weak, they’re a family after all.

But yeah, they care a lot and would never leave each other after a bad moment ‼️

[morganski-19]

The curse of writing an outsider pov fic is having ideas of conversations that would happen only between the main couple. Like, it would be rude for someone to overhear it for it to be in the fic. And I want to include it/write it so bad, but it might never see the fic.

Unless, you know, I make the fic a series and have it be a separate piece. Just a thought