#lol no i didn't plan that but sure here we are

[yusiyomogi]

you know, maybe i'm a bit delusional or pointing out something extremely obvious, but there's something i keep thinking about when i hear that dialogue in s2e8:

santiago: is your companion with you? louis: didn't you hear? we broke up. santiago: oh, i rather doubt that. louis: hard to hold hands after he killed my sister and fledgling, but think what you want. santiago: don't let him credit for the workman role he played, louis. it was me that planned their deaths.

i can't get rid of a feeling that louis and santiago talk about different people here. it really feels like louis talks about lestat, while santiago talks about armand.

remember, louis was 100% sure that it was lestat who wanted to kill claudia and him at that point, while armand was just a pawn and a traitor. and he definitely didn't break up with armand, so he's not talking about him. not to mention that at heart he still considered lestat his true companion lol.

meanwhile santiago had no reason to conceal armand's involvement in the trial, and while he ofc would downplay armand's role, he wasn't aware that louis didn't know about it. the way he called them companions in that ironic tone sounded like a callback to "are you companions?" scene. more importantly right after that he continued to talk about armand ("did armand tell you-"). i don't know, i really enjoyed how ambiguously that interaction was written.

[maaeveeee]

I LOVED your Snotlout fic 🫶 he is so bbg we love him.

Could I request Snotlout x healer!reader?

Someone calm and kind to tend to his "battle wounds" and to let him be a bit more fragile? She's not impressed with all the theatrics, but appreciates when he helps her carry things/ "protect her" when she's picking herbs in the woods. It's because its just his duty as a manly viking, definetly not because he's a big softie...

Let me know what you think! 🙏🙏

ⵊN HER CARE

The GIF will be updated with an HD version after the movie releases, allowing me to obtain scene packs.

Pairing: live action snotlout x female oc (just like u asked in the second request lol)

Warnings: kind of short. Will remake it you’d like!

Author’s note: I'm so glad you liked the last fanfic!! This is my first ever request from someone so I really hope you like it!

Eira didn't plan on remaining in Berk.

It was meant to be temporary.

A few weeks in the village to assist her aunt—Berk's old healer—with a broken leg, and she was off.

Perhaps to another island. Perhaps back on the mainland where the air wasn't constantly thick with salt and dragon smoke.

But the weeks passed. Her aunt recovered. And Eira stayed.

She told herself that it was the quiet. The way the wind moved in from the cliffs. The scent of seafoam and pine. The sense of stillness she hadn't realized she'd needed until she had it now.

Yet if the truth must be spoken, she stayed because—for once—she did not have to be more than she was.

No family waiting for her to take over their apothecary. Nobody insisting that she marry well or lead ceremonies or justify why she chose healing over hunting.

No eyes upon her, tallying her value in wit or loudness or quantity of friends.

Here, she could simply work.

She could wake early, brew her tea, attend the herbs that dried in front of the fire. She could sort her tonics, rewrap the bandages, walk the woods and be sure of her path. She could speak when she needed to, be quiet when she didn't.

People sought her aid. She provided it. They departed.

She liked it that way.

Mostly.

She first met Snotlout Jorgenson three months into her stay.

The door swung open.

"Emergency!" he bellowed, barging in with all the finesse of a waggon wreck. "A Code Red Viking Injury! I will never walk again!"

Eira, who had been silently grinding lavender over her mixing bowl, looked up peacefully.

Snotlout staggered dramatically across the room, one hand clasping his side, the other waving what appeared to be. a very tiny splinter.

He sat down on her bench with a grumble, eyes shut. "Don't beat about the bush. Just tell me how terrible it is."

Eira wiped her hands on a towel.

Then walked over in silence.

Then—gently—plucked the splinter from his finger.

"There," she said.

Snotlout opened one eye. "Wait. That's it?"

She nodded.

“I could've died."

"No," she replied.

"But I felt like I could've."

She returned to her bowl.

"You didn't even put salve!" he yelled.

“I didn't have to.”

“What if it becomes infected?”

“It won't.”

He squinted. "Are you always this calm?

"Yes."

"That's. suspicious."

He came back the following week with a bruise from "dragon collision maneuvers.".

Then again two days later with a twisted ankle.

Then again three days later with a headache.

Constantly loud. Constantly somewhat absurd. Constantly claiming to be on death's door.

And always departing with no more than a bandage and a subtle look from her that said, I know precisely what you're doing.

She never questioned why he continued to appear.

And he never spoke about it.

Eira had learned as a child that healing was less about herbs and bone—setting. It was about concentration. Watching. Remaining steady long enough to hear what was not being said.

She saw things in people. In the way they winced. In the way they touched their own arms when they were nervous. In the way they waited to speak until the room was loud enough to cover it.

Snotlout, all the yelling notwithstanding, was an easy read.

Beneath the bravado was someone who checked every shadow twice.

A person who had been so long striving to be the loudest in every room that he had forgotten what it was like to be listened to quietly.

That is why she did not laugh when he came in limping with pretend injuries.

It was also why she let him stay.

Their beat was familiar by midsummer.

Snotlout would knock—hard, unnecessary, always accompanied by some groaned complaint—and she'd answer the door already holding gauze or tea, depending on how dramatic he was being.

He always tried to sit on the stool's edge as if he was a war veteran. She always shoved him back with two fingers and ordered him to take off his muddy boots.

And sometimes—when the hut was still, and he wasn't speaking—she'd find him looking at her hands.

As if trying to memorize the way she moved.

It was late in the afternoon when Eira was returning from a long walk in the woods with her satchel full of goldenrod and valerian root. The sky was beginning to soften at the edges, gold bleeding into lavender.

Half a mile from the village, the bushes at her back rustled.

She didn't blink. She just sighed.

Allow me," she said. "Bandits. Again.".

Snotlout stepped out from behind the tree with his chest out and his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Could've been," he replied. "You never know on this side of the woods."

"I've been traveling this road by myself for weeks."

"Yes, and that is precisely why you require a Viking escort now."

She started walking again. "I'm okay."

He followed. “I know.”

She glared at him. "Then why are you here?"

He halted. "…Just doing my job."

“Your Viking duty.”

"Precisely."

"Guarding helpless villagers against raiding pinecones?"

“And aggressive squirrels.”

“You're so brave.”

"Thank you. I train for this."

She rolled her eyes—but allowed him to carry her satchel nonetheless.

When they reached her hut, the sky was already full sunset. Her open door sent hearthlight out. Inside, the herbs she'd hung that morning swayed in the wind.

Snotlout placed the satchel on her desk.

She started to sift through the roots, humming quietly to herself.

He rested against the door, massaging the back of his neck.

“May I ask something?" he said.

"You're going to anyway."

He smiled, anxiously. "Why'd you stay?"

"In Berk?"

"Yeah."

Eira did not lift her head immediately. She finished tying up a bouquet of goldenrod.

Then quietly, "Because it's quiet. Because no one expects me to be loud. Because I like to help people who don't know how to ask for it."

She turned to him then.

And Snotlout, who had constructed himself from noise and puffed—up chests and "look at me!"—fell silent.

"Ah," he whispered. "Alright. That explains it."

Then, before she could say anything, he blurted out, "I like you."

The words hit the air between them like a pebble in a still pond.

Eira blinked.

"I mean—I've liked you. For a while," he said in haste. "Not because you set me up. Or because you have soft hands. Which you do. But that's not the point. I just—you're the first person who looks at me and doesn't laugh."

"I laugh," she said, her lip twitching. “Yes, but not at you.”

She gazed down at the herbs.

Then back at him.

Then, finally— “You may continue to come by.” she said.

Snotlout blinked. "Wait. What does that mean?”

“It means I like you as well.”

He grinned. "Cool. I knew that.".

She looked away to conceal her smile. "Sure you did."

Later that evening, after he left—unscathed for the first time—he remembered that he had forgotten the reason he was staying over to begin with. And he did not even care.

[b4kuch1n]

tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"

[catboydan]

fiance got me a kindle for my birthday <3

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Saying you can host Thanksgiving when you're the planner in your relationship and you work in a retail-adjacent career is really just digging your own grave.

[prlssprfctn]

I think Jason should be allowed to manipulate his family with the "oh, you are my favourite, actually" line. It sounds very flattering to them (because Jason? Jason-I-Want-Nothing-To-Do-With-This-Family-Todd? Admitting you are his favourite? Oh, the hundred per cent bust of ego!) and more to say, this system of manipulation is eternal.

They can argue with each other as much as they want, but none of them would believe the other — Jason Todd is too tsundere to say something like this aloud, to each of them. So, someone is lying. For sure.

(And they are too self-assured in themselves to doubt that they are his favourite. Also, Jason makes every manipulation, specifically individual. So, it is not like he repeats the same confession and reasons. Very believable. Aka: this family needs someone to be open about their love, so they latch on everything and everyone who is willing to admit that openly)

Dick, slightly frustrated: Why are you asking me this favour? You know, I don't usually do these sort of things, I don't really... I don't know, it is too dangerous, I don't like the whole idea.

Jason, face dropping: Oh... Sorry. I shouldn't ask you, just... Dunno, I thought since you are my only big brother, and... Urgh, I guess I am still too attached to you more than to others. You are right. I'll ask Timbers or—

Dick, with his eyes suspiciously wet: oh-

Dick: NO, no. I'll do it. Don't worry. Big brother got your back, Lil Wing!

Tim, frowning: So, am I getting this right — you want me to hack into some system in someone's high school to fix the diploma of a kid who got a ONE bad grade—

Jason: He needs this scholarship. He is a kid of the streets! He can't do it otherwise, and it is not like the world would collapse if you fix one grade!

Tim: Yeah, I don't care about morals, I am just confused. Why would I want to spend my time on this, I am pretty sure—

Jason, dead ass serious: You know I don't like to communicate with this family. I only ever love talking with you, so sue me for thinking you could do me a favour.

Tim, instantly smirking: Ah, so I am your favourite... Well-well, big brother, I guess I can do this.

Damian: I am *not* going to tell you what our father is planning to do with this specific villain. Who do you think I am? An idiot?

Jason, sighing: Damn, and I really thought we had each other's back since League of Assassins.

Damian, scoffing: Emotional manipulation will not work on me.

Jason, all confused: Why would I manipulate you? From all people? I didn't raise you to fall on shit like this.

Damian: Tt.

Damian: Fine. Since, I guess, I owe you for babysitting me...

Bruce: Jason, I appreciate your... strive to help me, but nothing has ever gone well when you worked on cases like that. Let me handle this, and—

Jason, silently sitting down on the armchair, hands on his head: (sniff)

Bruce, panicked: Jaylad?..

Jason: I get it. I really do. No matter how much I love you, no matter how much I keep choosing you over anyone in this family, you don't love me anymore. I really understand it. I... I came in peace with it. I just wished you would tolerate my work... a little bit. You know?

Bruce: No, no, sweetheart, I— I am your favourite?

Jason, sniffling angrily: Who else it could be, old man?

Bruce: Oh. Oh, Jaylad— (instantly hands him the case)

(The family dinner)

Bruce, mentally humming to himself: Oh, these kids have NO idea that I am Jason's favourite because we are connected like that ^•^

Dick, mentally beaming: Oh, no one here has an idea that I am Jason's favourite because I am his big brother and protector! :>

Tim, mentally laughing evilly: Oh, these flops have no idea that I am Jason's favourite and that he wishes I was his Robin!

Damian, mentally kicking his feet: None of my family members suspect that I am Akhi's favourite because he was practically my nanny through all childhood. Tt.

Jason, munching on food: Lol

[mwphisto]

Sylus: Sunscreen and Salty Kisses

~ Written for @blessdunrest! Hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting!

~ Sylus x Reader fluff! Not beta read, please ignore any errors I go blind writing these

Warning, this post contains: tooth rotting fluff, domestic Sylus and MC doing their thing out in the sun even tho the sun be killing that man's eyes lmao, anything for his wife. Also a little bit of banter, I'd like to think these to crack dirty jokes / innuendos here and there lol. Kisses, giggling, playing in the water, cute cute cute!! Def took some inspiration from his level 70 secret times card hehe.

"Let me put some sunscreen on you, Sy."

You had convinced your lover to go on a beach date - well, it was Sylus. He didn't need all that much convincing if the plans had anything to do with you. "I'll be fine, I tan."

"Nuh uh, mister. You may tan but that doesn't mean you can't get skin cancer." Your lips formed a pout, arms crossing with the bottle of sunscreen clutched in one hand. "Plus..." You sing softly, smiling as if you were about to give him an offer he couldn't refuse.

"...I'll let you put sunscreen on me afterwards." Oh, okay. Well you did go and offer him something he couldn't possibly turn down. Setting the towels on the sand, Sylus collapsed under the umbrella with a sigh. "Well, kitten. When you put it like that I suppose I can't say no."

A content sigh leaves your lips as you kneel beside him. Settling comfortably beside him on the town, you pop the lid of the squeeze bottle and get a considerable amount on your palm.

"It'll be a little cold." you dropped the bottle beside you, smiling as Sylus looked at you. His arms were up, folded behind his head and somehow making the muscles of his torso look bigger. "I'll be alright, it's hot out anyways. I could use something cool."

You got to work, rubbing lotion into Sylus' skin much like how a kitten would knead something soft. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wanted to laugh, you'd never beat the kitten allegations at this rate. Maybe you didn't even want to, the nickname had some truth.

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with your work, you motioned for Sylus to sit up. "Gotta get your back and your face, then you can do me." You caught the small quirk of his lips at your wording, snorting as you smack his shoulder. "Don't be filthy, Sylus."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Kitten." That comfortable silence fell over you both again, your fingers running along the dips and curves of his back as you spread the lotion around.

The waves crashing on the shore were comforting, beckoning you to go play in them. You wondered how much convincing it would take to get him down in the water with you, surely he'd do it for you, right?

"Back is done, mister. Now we gotta protect that handsome face." You move around him, settling on his lap as you push the sunglasses up and into his hair. "Close your eyes, please."

Your noses nearly brush, carmine eyes observing your face with such reverence you feel a blush creeping up your ears. He closes them with a little hesitance, as if he didn't want to stop taking you in. Though, now with his eyes shut, you could admire him in the same fashion. That pesky eye, however, would always give you away.

You were careful with your movements, spreading sunscreen along his cheeks and nose, rubbing it in with practiced gentleness. You sealed the deal with a quick peck on the lips, smiling as you pulled back to whisper all done. His eyes blink open a second later, lips curving in a smile as he takes the lotion bottle.

"Your turn, Miss hunter. Can't have you catching no harmful rays either." You're giggling, shutting your eyes as he begins spreading the sunscreen across your face just like you had done to him seconds before. Sylus took his time with you - not too much because he knew how much you wanted to get into the water - but enough to insure that every inch of exposed skin as properly protected.

"Alright, kitten. I'd say the sun isn't harming you today." The bottle cap is clicked shut and you're a little reluctant to get off of his lap. "Thank you very much, Mr. Sylus." You kiss his nose as a thank you, getting up before he can chase your lips. "First to get to the water wins, no evol allowed!" You're giggling as you spin to run.

"Playing dirty, Miss Hunter!" but your feet are already hitting the hot sand, laughter bubbling from your chest as you head straight for the ocean. You couldn't even recall where he had whisked you off too, but the private beach had the bluest water you'd ever seen.

You glanced back over your shoulder for a moment, just to see Sylus running after you. A child-like giddiness filled your chest, laughter uncontrollable as your feet hit the waves first. "I win!"

You turn around, the waves crashing into the backs of your claves to see Sylus was still heading straight for you. An excited sort of panic filled you, a warning hey! squealing past your lips as Sylus grabbed you in strong arms. You were lifted, laughing like a love sick fool as he sloshed into deeper water. "You may have won but..."

You cling to him, a vague idea of where he was going with this entering your mind. "Sylus don't you dare-" but he's already falling backwards, your arms and legs wrapping around him like a koala bear as he drags you under the water with him.

You both resurface a moment later, a deep, rich laughter vibrating Sylus' chest as you push your sopping wet hair out of your face. "That wasn't fair!!" You nearly yell in his face, laughing just as hard as he is. "You never said anything about playing fair." There is a boyish grin plastered to his face, his eyes lit with mischief.

"And here I was, ready to give the loser a kiss to soften the blow." Your lips form a mock pout, watching as his eyes widen a little in response. "Well now, we don't have to be hasty with our decisions."

Large hands are splayed across your skin below the water, holding your thighs as you keep yourself glued to him.

"I dunno, don't think you deserve a kiss after attempting to drown me." But you can't keep up the facade, a smile curling your lips as you bring your hands up to hold his face. "Nobody was trying to drown anybody, now about that kiss..." His eyes linger on your lips before peering back into your eyes. Damn him, you're such a sucker.

"Fine, I suppose." And you're leaning in, nose brushing his as you tilt your head a little and seal your lips together. The kiss is warm, tasting like the strawberries you had fed him while also cutting them up to bring to the beach. There was a saltiness to it, likely from the water you two had just dove under, and the scent of sunscreen lingered.

You pull away first, giggling as he chases your lips. Barely a breath of air is sucked into your lungs before he's on you again. The kisses searing yet rapid fire, so totally him.

You'd never want anything different, the waves rocking your bodies as you melted into each other. You had an entire summer to look forward to, and many more beach dates to come.

[leafyln4]

"Can you keep a secret? I hope not."

warnings: sub!reader, dom!lando, switch!oscar, threesome, p n v, unprotected sex (wrap your willy, silly), blowjob, lando x oscar, lots of lando x oscar, reader gets fucked silly, carlos's mentions, dirty talking, degradation, praises, the smut is actually really short lol. angst if you squint. tell me if i forgot to add anything.

author's note: this is part of an au i'm working in. reader is way too dumb and naive for her own good. also, my first time writing a threesome and its not proofread... hope you guys enjoy!

Lando was bored out of his mind. He didn't feel in the mood to go club hopping, he didn't feel like playing videogames and he wasn't in the mood to get his creative thoughts out of his head. But he was bored. And a bored Lando is a rather dangerous Lando.

His phone was thrown across the room, his right arm wrapped around the sleeping girl besides him. He let out a deep sigh, looking down at her. She was sweet, cute, an easy fuck, but she wasn't his. No. Everyone knew who her owner was.

And that pissed Lando off so damn much. Fucking Carlos Sainz. It was almost ironic how a guy he hated so much got his hands in the only person that Lando ever really cared about. Well, besides him, of course. Ha. How ironic.

She was so pretty. An angel, even. Her naive, yet innocent, behaviors, how she worshipped the ground he walked. God, he didn't deserve her. But neither did Carlos.

Lando didn't really know why he hated Carlos so much. Maybe it was the fact he had it easier than him, maybe not. But one thing was for sure: he wanted Carlos's girl all for himself. Okay. Maybe he could share with a guy or two. At the same time, mind you.

He kept caressing your hair with his left hand, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. He didn't want to wake you up, but something inside of him was stirring, bubbling up. He felt like he wanted to explode. Or explode someone. He didn't care.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. Carlos really made sure to tell everyone how you were his, right? What if he proved you weren't? So, while you were still fast asleep, he texted Oscar, his dearest friend, the one who understood all too well what Lando was feeling.

mate, you up?

lando, it's way past midnight???

i have a crazy idea lol

what if we shut carlos up?

i'm hearing.

come to my place and i'll tell you everything

He felt like he was going crazy with the wait. Oscar was taking soooo damn long to get to his house, he was afraid of you waking up with his absence on the bed. He was louging on the couch, almost biting his nails off in that anxious habit of his.

The bell ringing was a reassurance, really. He was by the door in seconds, opening it so the aussie could enter his apartment. They both sit on the couch, silence hanging heavy on the living room as Lando pondered how to word his idea.

"She's here?" Oscar's voice was low, almost as if he was considering his words before he said them. He knew Lando was a dangerous path, one he fell for too many times to count. "Or is she with him?"

"Fast asleep. My bed. Wouldn't allow her to go straight to him after a day with me." It was a matter of dignity. Lando would probably die if you spent so long with him but ran to Carlos as soon as you could.

The baker shakes his head, not fully grasping what Lando's wonderful idea was. Not that he said it was wonderful, but it was in the air. Lando was arrogant, of course everything he did was the most wonderful thing in the world... To him.

The DJ seems to feel Oscar's confusion, opening and closing his mouth for a few times before talking, his voice low yet charged with something similar to determination, "Carlos should learn a lesson. She is not his property. I'm done with this shit."

"Oh, yeah? And what are you planning to do? Go fist to fist with one of the most influential guys on the world? Lando, this is a terrible idea and--"

But Lando cuts him off, that devilish grin on his face.

"Not fist to fist. No. I won't even touch him." He paused, waiting for Oscar's reaction. Noticing the younger still seemed rather confused, his grin widened. "Her. She's already fucking wipped. Gonna fuck him out of her mind. And you are going to help me, Osc, won't you?"

Lando's voice was low, seductive, manipulative. He knew the effect he had on Oscar, he knew how to make the younger baker do whatever he asked of him. It was endearing and so fucking hot, in a twisted way. Lando loved how easily he was able to break and fold Oscar.

"I don't know, Lan... It's-- It's Carlos, he could try to take my bakery off of me if he found out I helped." Oscar was clearly hesitating, his whole body tensed up. His bakery was his most important thing and Lando knew that. He would never allow anyone to take Oscar's bakery out of him, for sure.

The brit's left hand rests on the aussie's right thigh, his thumb running up and down the so familiar place. Oscar shivered, Lando smirked. He didn't care if it was risky for Oscar this time, though. He wouldn't allow Carlos to take his bakery out of him.

He wanted Oscar to know that.

Lando leans closer to Oscar's ear, whispering softly. "No one has to know. We're going to fuck her, like many times before. I will fucking mark her up, claim that pussy mine and she will go to Carlos's with our marks all over her. Imagine his face, hm? Don't you want to make him shut his mouth, too?"

At this point, Oscar was too far gone to even refuse anything. So he agreed to the plan, making Lando smirk as he knelt down in front of him, wanting to make sure Oscar knew how proud Lando was of him.

You wake up earlier than you should, stirring into the bed, heavy eyelids opening slowly. The other side of the bed, where Lando should've been, was cold, making a small whine leave your lips. You were rather clingy after waking up, so the fact Lando wasn't there was really bothering you.

So you get up on your feet, knowing it would be useless to just stay in bed and sulk. Not even bothering to put on your slippers or checking the time, you head straight for the living room. You didn't expect to see Oscar there, your half-asleep state immediately dropping on Lando's lap.

Good, Lando thought, he didn't even have to do anything go get you exactly where he wanted. His arms wrap around your frame, his mouth planting small kisses along your cheek and then up to your ear. He whispers some sweet words, some compliments, but you're not awake enough to do that.

"Hm... Hello, pretty girl. Won't you talk to Osc? Thought I fucked that attitude out of you, hm?" Your sleepy state, eager to please Lando, turns t Oscar and mutters a really quick 'hi'. The aussie only giggles, used to the way you acted. He had his few experiences with you, too, after all.

Carlos's personal slut being passed around through everyone they knew, kind of ironic. Especially considering how possessive Carlos was of you. But you just couldn't help. They were all so attractive. It was not your fault your poor cunt got wet only by seeing them.

You couldn't help but let them taste you. Not when so many of them said it was good for your health! Not when so many of them were so nice to you! Especially Lando and Oscar. And Carlos, of course. But there was something special about the first two. You just couldn't tell what.

Lando tsks, clicking his tongue as he shifts you around in his lap. His hands mess with the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Oh, how much of a slut you were, wearing those slutty little shorts and the tiniest tops to sleep.

Oscar was very obviously staring at your ass, hypnotized by how tight the shorts were. He could already feel his cock getting hard at the thought of you rubbing against him, desperately grinding on him. He could never degrade you like Lando, but he couldn't disagree on how desperate you were.

Always begging, always pleading. So, so sweet for them. He was so hard, it was almost painful. Lando wasn't that different. The thought of claiming you over Carlos's was hotter than it should be. So he slowly starts to tease you, not letting you fall asleep yet.

You can feel your whole body shiver, his touches getting closer and closer to your pussy. When his hands finally get into your shorts, under your panties, you're already breathless and so wet. Lando groans, it never failed to amuse him how wet you always got at the smallest touches. Such a good girl.

He signals for Oscar to come closer, the two of them sandwiching you on the couch. Lando's left hand was on your chin, making you look him in the eye, while his right one messed with your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. Oscar was holding your waist with both hands, trailing kisses up your neck.

He makes eye contact with Lando, silently communicating with the brit. Then, he sucks a deep purple mark right on your neck, in a place anyone could see.

Your mind was dizzy, your body fully awake and burning up. Little gasps and moans leaving your lips, Lando's eyes admiring how much of a good girl you were for him. You felt like you were going to explode.

One of his fingers enter your tight cunt, a groan leaving his mouth as he feels just how tight you are. You shift around in his lap, wanting more, needing more. He pumps that finger in and out before adding a second and a third one at the same time. He knew you could take it, you were his good girl. His.

Meanwhile, Oscar kept marking you up, your top now long forgotten at a random corner of the living room. You feel Lando's fingers leaving your cunt, just so he could take your bottoms off and turn you around, making you face Oscar.

The younger man settles between your thighs, assaulting your breasts like it's his last meal. Lando's fingers go back to your sweet cunt, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

"You like this, don't you? Getting used by the two of us like the slut you are. So pretty. So ours. Who you belong to, hm?" He wanted to hear you say this. He needed this like he needed air to breathe.

"You! Ah, you! Lan--" His fingers keep pumping in and out, his other hand toying with your clit. You could feel your orgasm building up, your tight walls clenching around his fingers. Oscar's hands hold your waist, to make you stop squirming around.

Soon enough, you cum all over Lando's fingers, a loud moan leaving your lips of both of their names. Oh, but they weren't done with you at all.

Lando makes you stay on all fours on the couch, taking off his pants and boxers in a swift motion. He positions himself with your entrance, Oscar mimicking his actions and positioning himself in front of your pretty lips. "Such a dumb girl, already fucked out of her mind. Gonna use you like the whore you are."

Lando was mean, his words making you blush. But it didn't bother you at all, it only made you clench around nothing. In one move, he thrusts his cock into you, a groan leaving his lips and a loud moan leaving yours. Oscar takes advantage of this and, gently, inserts his cock in your mouth.

You felt on Heaven. Your mind too fucked out to even think about the scene, to even think about anyone other than the two of them. Lando's thrusts are hard, rough, fast, making you gag around Oscar's cock at each of them.

The younger was gasping, his eyes filled with small tears of pleasure, just like yours, as Lando talked you both through this. His two pretty sluts. You cum for a second time, your liquids gushing down the couch.

This only fuels the fire in Lando, making him fuck you even harder. You were sobbing on Oscar, the sight of you so pretty like that making him come down your throat, a whine leaving his own.

But Lando doesn't stop. Not until he has you trembling. He holds your body up, one of his hands on your waist while the other fidgeted with your nipples. He wanted you to cum again. "Come on, baby, I know you can. Just one more."

Oscar, still hard, jerks himself off by the sight of you two. His hand pumps his cock up and down, his eyes never leaving the sinful view in front of him.

Finally, you come for the third time, triggering Lando's own release. He cums deep inside of you, Oscar cumming on your stomach and couch. You were all breathless.

Lando makes you lay down, admiring your body. You were all marked up. Hickeys, hand prints, everything. So fucking hot. So fucking his. His. His. His. His. His. His girl. Well, his and Oscar's, that is.

They clean you up, Oscar taking his sweet time to soothe your shaking body before dressing you. Lando took pictures of you, knowing his memory wouldn't do this justice.

You didn't have a clue of how many hickeys and marks there were on your body. And Lando would make sure that it stayed like that. He wanted Carlos to see. Carlos wouldn't see if you covered it with makeup.

But it didn't matter, you soon went back to sleep. Oscar was also fast asleep, both of you naked, even though he didn't see when Oscar undressed.

So he decided he should sleep, too. And sleep he did, cuddling you and Oscar.

The next morning comes fast, both boys with waking up before you. You tried to stand on your feet, but your legs were obbly and your body was sore. But you do your best, nonetheless! And manage to stand up and walk to the kitchen, your mouth feeling dry.

A pair of hands hugs your waist, Lando's head resting on your shoulder. "Good morning, baby. Slept well?" He murmurs against your ear, pressing his hardness against your ass. God, that would be the death of you!!

"Lan... Please..." So needy. Just woke up and was already begging for him. So he sat you up on the counter and spread your legs. You were already naked, so it was really easy to slide into your cunt.

He fucks you slow, deep. Each thrust gaining a moan from you. Your legs wrap around his waist, your hands stay on his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. It just felt so good, poor you. Clueless about his real intentions.

"So tight f'me. Fuck, baby... D'you want me to cum inside, hm? Make you full with my cum? You're just a cumdump, aren't you? Good girl, yeah."

You couldn't form a coherent sentence, your pussy clenching around his cock. You were milking him, coming around his cock as soon as he came inside of you. Your eyes roll, your head thrown back as he still kept moving, overstimulatating the both of you.

He comes inside of you a second time, wanting to make sure you took all in. Maybe if he fucked his baby into you, you wouldn't leave him for Carlos, right? Poor Lando.

After you're done, he helps you down, a mixture of his cum with your own juices dripping down your thighs. And you wore it like a fucking slut, you didn't care about it. Such a dumb girl, that must be why you let everyone into your pussy. Dirty girl.

Oscar comes into the kitchen not long after, murmuring you a soft "morning" before planting a small kiss on your cheek. He ignores Lando's cum dripping down your thighs.

When you go back to Carlos', saying the older called you for "important matters", Lando has the biggest smile on his face.

He would love to see Carlos face after he saw you.

[justauthoring]

Undercover Discoveries.

Summary: Zoro knew he should've stopped this mission from the beginning.

Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x F!Reader

A/N: This one shot just kept escalating as I was writing it lol and it turned into this. But HEYYY protective Zorooooo!

Word Count: 5,006

TW. Canon violence, HEAVILY implied sexual slavery, violence and attempted rape towards reader ALSO not spell checked :)))

"I actually can't believe I'm doing this."

Although your comment is more made to yourself than anything, it grabs Zoro's attention nonetheless. Leaning against railing of the Thousand Sunny across from you, arms crossed over his chest, Zoro slowly glances up at you.

There's a deep frown on his face despite his nonchalant stance.

"You seemed fine with it when we planned it out earlier."

Looking up from your hands, you glance back at Zoro, frowning. "That's because the rest of the crew was here," you sigh, pressing your hand to your forehead. "How was I supposed to say no when they were looking at me like that? Especially Luffy."

Pushing himself to a stand, Zoro's hands fall on his swords, shrugging. "They would've understood."

You just shake your head, knowing there was no way someone like Zoro would understand.

Swallowing thickly, you force down the nerves rattling your entire body and focus on the plan at hand. "Let's go over it one more time, okay? Just to make sure." Zoro nods to your words, so you step towards him. "This captain... Kaizoku. He's known for taking young women and forcing them to work for him."

Zoro's face twists as your own lips further into a frown.

"I'm the only one on the crew without a bounty which means I'm the only one Kaizoku won't recognize. Especially because he seems to be a fan of Luffy."

"That's what Nami said," Zoro nods. "Apparently wouldn't stop raving about us."

"But one of the girls asked for our help?"

"Yeah," Zoro huffs. "Came running at Sanji, crying and asking for help only to be dragged away by one of Kaizoku's men."

"Tell me again why we can't just go running in and take this asshole down?"

Zoro shakes his head. "Nami says it'll put the girls in danger. Though, that would be my prefered method."

You just snort. "Mine too," you agree, and you really do mean it. But-- "But Nami's right. We can't put those girls in danger. So that's why you're going to give Kaizoku me as some sort of offering... Pretend we want to make peace with him, gain his trust and then... take him down. All while I secure an escape for the girls."

Hands still on his swords, Zoro nods once again, face still straight as it always is. You don't notice it, too lost in your own racing thoughts, but there's something different in Zoro's eyes as he stares at you lost in your head.

The truth was, there was no part of you that wanted to do this undercover mission. Even if your heart yearned in concern for those girls, you were terrified to be putting yourself in their exact positions. But, Nami had been right; you were the only one this Kaizoku wouldn't recognize and none of you could just leave those girls to suffer.

Besides, you had to do this. To prove yourself. Ever since you'd joined the Strawhat Crew, it had felt like you weren't doing your part. Everyone had a part to play, while it felt like you... were just there.

It embarrassed you to be the only one not strong enough to be recognized for a bounty, but if that meant you were the only one willing to do this, then... well, you were just going to have to do it.

"Okay," you say, inhaling sharply as you turn to Zoro with determined eyes. "Let's do this."

Zoro blinks at you, noticing the way that although you're clearly trying to be brave, the fear in your eyes is obvious. He wants to tell you that you don't have to do this--that they'll figure some other way to take down Kaizoku and his men.

But he knew you would just argue him on it. And if Zoro was being honest, he didn't quite understand why you looking so afraid bothered him so much anyways.

So, he settles for something else;

"Y/N."

His call of your name shocks you, your eyes refocusing on his own as he steps towards you.

"Do you trust me?"

It's such a simple question, and still, it surprises you. You blink up at Zoro, not having expected him to ask such a earnest and honest question. The way he's looking at you... it's as if he's genuinely concerned about you. And it's not like you think Zoro doesn't care about you, but for as long as you've been on the crew, he's always been more quiet and reserved.

It warms your heart, his concern.

And the answer is easy.

"Yes."

With that, you hold your hands out towards him, and nod.

-

Doesn't mean Kaizoku is any less terrifying.

With your hands tied behind your back, your clothes scuffed and ripped, there's a certain vulnerability as the man eyes you up and down like you're nothing more than a piece of meat.

There's a lecherous grin on his face as he laughs, head tilted back, his laugh followed by his men's laugh that surround him. There's a woman forced to his lap, dressed in nothing more than a tiny dress. Her face has a large bruise on the left cheek, her hair matted and she's looking back at you with terror in her eyes.

You swallow thickly, body frozen in fear.

Zoro, on the other hand, is finding it increasinly more difficult to keep the look of utter disgust off his face. He hadn't been there when Luffy, Usopp, Nami and Sanji had run into Kaizoku the first time. In fact, he'd been back on the ship with you.

If he had, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to this plan.

Still, it's too late now. Zoro didn't have any doubt he could strike this asshole down in two seconds, but with the amount of men surrounding them, there was no way he could guarantee any of the women's or, more importantly, your safety.

His hand tightens on the grip he holds of the rope connected to your wrists, jaw tense.

"The Straw Hat found for her for me?" Kaizoku laughs, leaning forward to eye you closer as he licks his lips. "I didn't realize the kid had such a good eye."

Your stomach twists, unconsciously shifting in your binds as Zoro glances at you from the corner of his eye.

Refocusing on Kaizoku, Zoro grunts with a shrug; "just something to show our appreciation for your warm welcome to our arrival."

Kaizoku grins wider; "well, you can tell your captain his gift is most appreciated." Holding his hands out to his men, the women on his lap cowering at his sudden movement, his men grin back at him, each as disgusting as himself. "I say this calls for celebration! Bring you and the rest of your crew to my ship tonight."

Zoro nods; "I'll be sure to pass along the message."

"Now," Kaizoku starts, taking the woman on his lap by the waist and pushing her to her feet. She stumbles, but one of his men nearby grab her, yanking her along. "Let me see my gift upclose."

His hands reach out for you and you mentally prepare yourself, waiting for Zoro to move.

He never does.

Trying to school your surprise, you glance back at Zoro, only to see him staring back at Kaizoku, face unreadable.

Kaizoku's face twitches; "is there a problem?"

It's clear his patience is thinning, not sure what to make of Zoro's silence, and you can see Kaizoku growing more and more suspicious. Not wanting the plan to fall through before you've even had the chance to help anyone, you subtly move your hands back, touching Zoro's own hand.

It's all you can do, knowing that speaking or looking at him would give way to further suspicious. But, it's enough, because Zoro moves a second later.

"Of course not," Zoro grunts, stepping forward and pulling you with him. He doesn't offer any other explanation and Kaizoku doesn't seem to care the second he gets his hands on you.

You're pulled towards him, stumbling over your own feet at the sudden movement, practically falling into his lap. Instantly, your face scrunches up in disgust, as Kaizoku reaches for your chin, moving you so he can see your face better.

He smells disgusting and looks even more so upclose, licking his lips as he takes you in.

"You certainly are beautiful aren't you, sweetie?" He laughs, "I can't wait to get to know you better."

Swallowing thickly, you try to ignore the race of your heart.

Kaizoku seems to notice Zoro then. The same Zoro who hasn't moved from behind you.

"That'll be all, Roronoa Zoro." Kaizoku cuts in, pulling away from you to wave Zoro off. "I'll see you and your captain tonight."

You take the chance to glance back at Zoro, figuring at this point it wouldn't matter, and his eyes meet yours instantly. You can tell he doesn't want to leave and you don't want him to leave, but this was all part of the plan.

So, with a small and subtle nod from you, Zoro only hesitates a moment longer before leaving.

You watch him leave, his back turned you and slowly growing further and further away. You ignore the sinking of your heart.

"Sorry to say, sweetheart," Kaizoku speaks up, his hands falling on your waist as he tugs you into his lap. You can catch yourself because of your restrained hands, and are forced to fall into his embrace. "But you're mine now."

-

Shortly after Zoro's departure, you're taken by Kaizoku's men into a room. There, they untie your hands and force you into a dress chosen by Kaizoku. Thankfully, they turn around, one of them grumbling something about you being for Kaizoku's eyes only.

When you're dressed, you're lead lower into the large ship, all the way to the bottom. Immediately, you realize you're being led into a cell where all the women are kept.

Every women, as equally scantily dressed and beat up as the last, cowers to the back of the cell at Kaizoku's mens arrival. The men leer and laugh at them, while the one holding you unlocks the cell and all but throws you in.

You fall to your knees with a cry, at the last second managing to brace yourself on your hands, before slowly turning only to see the cell door slammed shut in your face.

The men walk off with grins and cheers, as reality settles in for you.

Silence settles in the cell as the women all glance down at you. You stare back at them, until finally one steps towards you.

"Here," she calls, and you can tell she's the oldest of the handful of the women there. She grabs you by the arms, grip much more gentle then the men before, and leads you to your feet. "They always throw us back in here. You might as well get used to it."

Meeting her eyes, you frown; "how long have you been here?"

She seems mildly surprised by your rather blunt question, but the surprise fades as a bitter smile curls onto her lips. "A few years," she shrugs. "I was caught by Kaizoku when I left my husband." Stepping back, she gestures towards the women. "She was a tourist from another island who got caught. Her boyfriend sold her to Kaizoku to save himself. She got taken one night walking home. And she was sold by her own father..."

You eye each woman she points at, disbelief coursing through your veins.

How had Kaizoku gotten away with this for so long?

Once she gets to the last woman, she turns back to you. "How'd you get caught?"

You blink, lips parting, as you remember the whole reason you're here.

"I wasn't." And at the looks on hers and everybodies face, you rush to explain. "I'm undercover. I'm part of the Straw Hat crew. I'm here to help you all escape."

There's a beat of silence before the woman who'd helped you, laughs; "there is no escape from here, girl."

"There is now," you push. "Luffy. Straw Hat Luffy. He has a large bounty. He's a pirate and he's going to be the King of Pirates. And he's my captain."

Her face blanches; "then he's no different than you."

You shake your head. "No. No. Luffy is different. All of them are." Remembering Sanji's story, your eyes widen. "There was a girl who asked my friend for help." Your eyes dance across the women, "he was blonde. Has a curly eyebrow... probably smoking. She asked for our help and we're here."

The woman who'd help you reaches for you. "Emi?" She calls, frowning. "Emi was killed for disobeying."

Body growing cold, your wide eyes stare back at her.

"And you're stuck here just like us."

"No," you breathe, voice echoing. "No, listen to me. There must be some sort of escape route here. You have to--"

Eyes blazing, the woman huffs; "there isn't."

-

You sit in the cell, silent, for a while.

You're not sure how long it is, feeling the stares of the other woman as they stare at you. For the first bit you'd walked around the small cell desperately looking forward some sort of escape; a crack in the wall, something like that. Only to come empty handed.

Luffy and the rest of the crew were coming tonight to uphold their end of the deal and if you didn't do you're part, it'd all be for nothing.

Head falling into your lap, you huff. No wonder you didn't have a bounty... You couldn't even do your end of the mission. Your entire crew would do their part tonight without hesitation and they'd come out victorious as they always did.

But they'd have to make up for your own short comings.

You're pulled from your thoughts at a sudden cry. It makes you jump, back straightening as you turn towards the women, only to see them cowering towards the back of the cell like they had when you'd been brought in. Aina, the woman who'd helped you at first, was standing at the front, protecting them.

But if they were afraid, that could only mean one thing.

Eyes turning towards the front of the cell, you tense when you see Kaizoku and two of his men trailing behind.

His eyes lazily drag over the woman, smirking, before he settles on you. He nods back at his men, not saying anything, and then the men step forward, unlocking the cell and heading straight for you. You don't even get the chance to fully stand to your feet before their hands are on you, pulling you along as you stumble to right yourself.

Aina calls out for you in response; "please, she... she's new!"

You're surprised she tries to help her after what had happened earlier. When you glance back at her, her face is twisted in concern and desperation.

Kaizoku only laughs at her, "all the more reason to try her out!"

With that you're dragged out of the cell, the two men holding you ignoring your cries and struggle as they drag you through the ship. They don't stop until the reach a room, and the second it's open you know immediately it's the captains quarters.

Your heart plummets.

They throw you on the bed settled in the middle of the room, but you barely are given the chance to sit up before your leg is grabbed. Slimy hands wrap around your ankle before something cold is clasped around it.

Sitting up, your eyes widen at the chain now clasped to your leg.

The other end of it is secured to the floor.

The two men shuffle back, and the one who'd restrained you grins at you. "Good luck," he says, voice mocking. "Maybe when the Captain's done with you, he'll let us have a turn."

They leave without another word, ignoring you as you call out for them and slam the door shut behind them.

Inhaling sharply, you try to calm your racing mind. This could be a good thing, you tell yourself. Kaizoku must have keys on him to the cell. If you could keep him entertained long enough, you could grab the keys and then, when Luffy and the rest came tonight, you'd be able to help the women escape.

How you were going to do that, you didn't know.

It's about five minutes later when Kaizoku comes walking in. You hear muffled talking before he steps in, and the second he does, you shuffle as far back on the bed as you can.

He doesn't say anything to you. There's that reoccuring smirk on his face as he shuts the door behind him, and moves to take off his belt keeping his jacket on. You watch as he drapes it across the chair beside his desk, and immediately zone in on the set of keys dangling from it.

That was your chance.

"You truly are beautiful."

You turn back to Kaizoku, refocusing on the way he's now stood in front of you. He's leering at you the same way he had when Zoro had 'delivered' you to him, but this time, you're completely alone.

"But I've yet to hear your voice," Kaizoku frowns. "Let me hear you call me 'Master'."

Disgust swells in your chest, and your face twists in a glare.

Kaizoku just laughs, reaching forward to grab your chained ankle, tugging you towards him. You gasp, hand moving to swing at him, but he catches your wrist with his other hand. Before you even have the chance to swing your other hand, Kaizoku's hand leaves your ankle to press your wrist into the bed.

"You're helpless against me," Kaizoku says. "It's better you submit now before I'm forced to get rough."

Eyes narrowing, you glare up at him.

"You saw my other girls, right?" He grins, "saw the bruises on their pretty delicate skin? That can happen to you just as easily, sweetheart. Or, we can keep your perfect skin just that... perfect." His eyes dance across your heavily exposed skin thanks to his stupid dress, practically drooling.

Heart racing, your face twists; "you're disgusting."

You expect him to get mad, but instead, Kaizoku just grins.

"That's okay," he shrugs, "I like hurting woman too. And bruises are just a sign of my ownership."

The glare on your face fades as your panic settles in. You start to struggle in his grasp, but you're not particularly strong in general. You didn't have a devil fruit like Luffy and Robin or fighting skills like Sanji and Zoro. And you didn't have your weapon to help you fight.

His fingers press into the skin of your wrists, tight and pinching and it pulls a cry from your lips.

"Ah," Kaizoku moans, pressing his lips to your neck as you squirm underneath. "I enjoy hearing you cry out in pain even more. Maybe it's a good thing you don't want to be obedient, otherwise I wouldn't have had the pleasure of hearing you cry."

Struggling wildly beneath him, you huff, trying to buck him off of you. It doesn't work and you're forced to accept the way he trails kisses and licks along the length of your exposed neck, nails digging welts into your arms.

His legs slide between your own when you start to kick you feet, pinning them flat as you yelp in response.

"Get off!" You scream, voice pitching in wild panic. "No! Stop!"

There's a sharp pain that radiates across your cheek in the next second. It takes you a moment to realize Kaizoku has punched you across the face, jaw aching and vision spinning as Kaizoku continues to grin and laugh down at you.

It's then you realize just how truly insane this man is.

You were correct to be afraid and you should've never accepted this mission just to prove yourself to your crew.

He shifts your wrist to one hand, stretching it above your head as you twist uncomfortable. With his free hand, he pulls a knife out from behind him. Your eyes instantly widen on the weapon, as the man licks his lips down at you.

Shifting the knife so the tips point towards you, he starts at your right shoulder, pressing so it cuts into your skin. A cry instantly leaves your lips, face twisting in pain as he drags it across your chin, moving towards the strap of your dress.

"Please!" You cry, voicing pitching at the end in distress and agony. "Please, don't!"

"That's it!" Kaizoku laughs maniacally. "Cry for help!"

He continues to drag the knife, the pain turning numb as you twist wildly in his grasp. His goal shifts to your other strap, intending to cut that off too, before a loud explosion echoes.

Kaizoku instantly stops, knife hovering above you as he glances up at the ceiling.

"What the--"

But his words are cut off by another explosion, this one louder.

He glances down at you, face twisted in annoyance, before he lets go of your wrists, standing. Heart racing, you watch him, the sting in your chest radiating, as he moves towards the door.

"Idiots," he grumbles to himself, not bothering you another glance before he slams the door behind him, the noise making you jump.

You lay there for a moment longer, not moving, heart pounding erratically against your chest. Then, another explosion echoes and your hands come to your chest, shaking.

Distantly, you hear a familiar yell. One that sounds oddly like Luffy.

Your... Your crew was here.

Sitting up, your eyes fall to his desk, seeing his belt. He hadn't grabbed it in his haste. This was your chance.

You ignore the ache of your body, thankful for the length of the chain that allows you to just barely grab his belt. It takes you a minute, but eventually you find the right key to your chain, unlocking your ankle and not hesitating a second more to making your way towards the cell.

You had to get there before the men did.

It takes you only a few minutes to reach the cell. Instantly Aina races towards you, confused as to why you're alone. You ignore her questions and concern, unlocking the cell.

"We have to go," you say to them, breathless. "Now."

They only hesitate a second, before the group of them follow you. Aina assures you all of them were there, that you were the only girl Kaizoku took out the day, and so you lead them up the back entrance, hoping to avoid the rest of the crew.

It doesn't work.

Turning down a corner, you halt to a stop at the sight of three of Kozaku's men. They notice you immediately, turning to race after you. A few girls behind you cry in panic, but you just brace your hands in front of them, eyes flickering across the hall for something.

There's a sword just in front of you, and grabbing it quickly, you hold in front of you.

"What are we going to do?" Aina cries behind you.

"It's okay," you assure, "I'll protect you."

"Protect us?" Aina yells, "you're injured!"

Glancing back at her, you smile; "it's okay. I'm a Straw Hat afterall."

With that, you rush forward, moving in the way Zoro had helped you practice a few times. It's rusty, and honestly, Zoro would probably be ashamed. But it was the best you could do considering everything.

You actually manage to take one of the men down, but the other two gain on you, knocking you off your feet. You cry out in response, bracing your hands in front of yourself and mind racing to think of how you'll help those girls.

But before the man can do anything, a loud thud echoes.

Your eyes flicker open, confused, only to see a familiar flash of green. It zips past you, taking down the other man, before Zoro is suddenly on his knees in front of you.

Breathless, you stare back at him, watching the way his eyes take in the welting bruise on your face, the deep cut across your chest and you're torn dress.

Rage burns in his eyes as his lips part.

"Oh my god, Y/N!"

Whatever Zoro had been about to say is cut off as Nami comes running towards you, face falling in horror as she takes you in. She pulls you out of your stupor, letting her take your hands as she asks if you're okay.

You just shake your head. "I'm fine, I'm fine," you breathe, "but--but, Nami! The women!" You gesture behind yourself, towards the group of women all hugging each other, watching the three of you with wide fearful eyes.

Zoro doesn't even bat an eye at them.

Nami, still obviously concerned for you but recognizing the importance, nods. She takes one look at Zoro, before stands; "I'll get them out of here. Sanji's just up ahead. He'll help!"

You nod, watching as Nami moves towards the women. They flinch at first, but once she explains herself, they slowly nod, moving to follow after her. You watch them go, relief flooding you.

Aina's the last to run by, and her eyes meet yours.

"Thank you," she whispers, reaching forward your hand. "Thank you so much."

You nod, squeezing her hand and then she's running off to follow Nami.

In the far distance, you can hear Sanji, true to his typical self, rush to help them. But you can't focus on that. The second they leave, Zoro's hand is rising to lightly brush his fingers across your cheek. You wince, finally registering how much pain you're in.

His face twists.

"I never should've let you do this."

Swallowing thickly, you shake your head. "It's okay," you whisper. "I... I wanted to do it."

"Y/N," Zoro calls, turning to you in disbelief. "How can you say it's okay? Look at you!"

You just smile at him, "I was able to help. That's all that matters."

Realization dawns on Zoro then, and his face falls.

"That's why you did this?"

"Huh?"

"Because you thought you had something to prove?"

Puzzled, you brows furrow; "Zoro, I--"

"You have nothing to prove. Ever." He cuts in, voice leaving no room for argument as he meets your eyes. "To anyone. Least of all me."

"Zoro..."

"I mean... look at what he did to you."

Shoulders falling, the fog of your desperation fades. You think back to before, in that room, overpowered and defenceless against that man as he laughed at you, hurt you, and wanted to... do so much worse to you.

Zoro was right. Nothing, not even proving yourself, was worth suffering through that.

Your breathe quivers as the tears you've been holding back finally escape, welling in your eyes as you stare back at Zoro. "I was so scared," you admit, hands trembling as you reach for him. "He... He almost..."

Taking you into his arms, Zoro pulls you into his embrace, grip firm but not painful. It's comforting, reassuring and most of all, makes you feel safe.

"I promise you, Y/N," Zoro whispers, "I'll never let that happen again."

You nod into his chest, leaning into his embrace as you let yourself go.

Zoro holds you the entire time, never once letting you go as he takes you back to the ship.

-

Later that night, in the midst of the crews celebrations of having taken down Kaizoku, you're off on your own.

The crew had expressed their concerns, with Luffy apologizing for ever making you feel you had to go to such lengths to prove yourself. You're confident Zoro had said something, but you wave off his apology, assuring him it was your own shortcomings too.

And you assure the crew that you want them to celebrate, because it had been a big win, regardless. Not only did they take down a evil crew of men, but they'd saved women.

You just didn't have it in you to celebrate with them.

So, off on your own, you stare out of the vast sea, and think about what almost happened that day.

Zoro finds you an hour into the celebrations.

He's silent as he sits beside you, swords at his hips like always and body tilted back as he stares ahead. You glance at him briefly, before staring back before yourself, hugging your knees to your chest.

"Are you okay?" Zoro asks softly a moment later.

You nod, "I am." And at his silence, you let a small smile curl on your lips. "I promise." You meet his eyes briefly. "I am okay. I'm better than I've felt in a long time."

"Are you in any pain?" Zoro raises a brow, frowning.

"Not really," you assure. "Chopped fixed me up good."

Silence follows for a moment. Then, Zoro's hand is falling into the space between the two of you, palm up. The meaning is clear, and you let your hand settle into his own a moment later.

"I wanted to go after you the second I left."

Turning to Zoro, fully this time, you frown.

He's staring back ahead of himself, as if reflecting, "I should've."

"You were just following the plan," you argue.

"It was a stupid plan."

You laugh lightly at that; "I can agree to that."

Then, finally meeting your eyes, Zoro's expression is serious; "you never do something like that again, you hear me? I don't care what the rest say. You don't need to prove yourself for anything. You are a valuable member of this crew, always."

Lips curling into a soft smile, you squeeze his hand.

"Thank you, Zoro," you whisper, "that means a lot."

He nods; "as long as you believe it."

"I do," you say, without hesitation. "After all, I trust you, right?"

The grin on your face is soft, somewhat teasing, enough that it has Zoro rolling his eyes.

"Of course you do," he grins back.

[strangesuki]

&team - period care pt 2 ♡ (maknae line) hyung line

how each member deals with/reacts to different period symptoms

pairing: bf!&team x afab!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, poor attempt at humour lol, little bit of angst in taki’s

warnings: cursing, mentions of nausea, period pain, mentions about food and eating problems but not ED related

w.c.: around 500-700 for each member

a/n: finally back with the part 2 i promised!! taki's turned out to be a little longer than the rest...okay maybe a lot lol (1k). but i didn't want it to be half-assed either so yeah.

posting this on my period.... where is my loving caring boyfriend 😞

🪐 yuma (fatigue)

it's one of those days where you really really do not want to step out of the house (more like the couch in the living room), much less do anything that requires any physical activity. which is not good, because you and yuma have a picnic planned for today at this cute little spot which requires a bit of walking and cycling to get there. and you are absolutely in no mood for that.

(more under the cut!)

at first you think about just sucking it up and getting it over with. but you'll probably be moody and grumpy the whole time and yuma deserves better than that. you would also like it if you could go when you would actually be able to enjoy it.

no other way around it then. you let out a long dramatic sigh and grab your phone to dial your boyfriend. he picks up on the second ring.

“yuma…”

“yes sweetie?!” he sounds so excited you feel doubly worse for what you're about to do.

you chew on the inside of your cheek. “okay, please don't be mad, but…”

“what? did you watch another episode of resident playbook without me again?”

“no! i was just wondering if we could... maybe postpone our picnic date and just stay in instead today?” there's a beat of silence.

“i am SO mad that i'm gonna come over with your favourite snacks and punish you with kisses all over your face before we watch the next episode of resident playbook together,”

you heave a sigh of relief. you knew he wouldn't really be mad – you had been more worried about disappointing him but the fact that he was being so chill about it eased your mind. “ugh, i love you. i'm sorry baby, i know you were really excited about today,”

“it’s okay. i know you were looking forward to it too so if you wanna postpone it there must be a reason. is everything okay? you sound a little off,”

if he were here, you would've kissed him for that.

“i just feel dead tired and don't feel like doing anything today. plus i couldn't get much sleep last night because i kept waking up to pee,” you frown, “i have the bladder control of a pregnant woman when i'm on my period, which is ironic,”

he chuckles. “sorry to hear that, sweetie. do you want me to get you anything on the way? do you have enough tampons at home?”

“yeah i do, thank you. oh but could you get some ice cream?”

“of course. you sure you don't need anything else? juice? diapers?”

“diapers? i don't use period diapers.”

“i didn't mean period diapers. i meant adult diapers in case, you know, you piss yourself or something,” he teases, and you can picture his cute little snaggletooth sticking out (ik he doesn't have his snaggletooth anymore but let me have this plis i miss it 😭) as he grins mischievously.

“ha ha very funny. let's see how funny it is when you get here and i tickle you until you piss yourself,”

“yeah no okay no pissing. only kissing please. do you have the energy for that?” the teasing tone of his voice makes you blush just a little.

“oh there will be plenty of kissing, nakakita yuma, don't you worry about that,”

“well then i guess i'd better hurry,”

🪐 jo (cravings)

it is no secret that asakura jo is an absolute sweetheart, someone who is too nice for his own good. he finds it hard to say no in general, but even more so when it's you and you're giving him your biggest, widest puppy eyes. he would've caved even without you doing all that, honestly. so needless to say, whenever you're craving anything – especially on the days leading up to and during your period – he makes sure you have it even if it's 11 pm, because he wants to do anything he can to help make it easier.

however, he soon learns his lesson when he sees the damage his overindulgence does to you. he realises the sort of foods you crave also unfortunately happen to be the sort of foods that made cramps and other period symptoms worse. obviously, this is not news to you. you just figure that if you were going to be miserable either way, you might as well eat what you like at least. but jo makes up his mind to change things, and it does not start well. for someone so soft-spoken, you find that jo could be surprisingly assertive when he wanted to. and you do not like it at all, especially since you are so used to just him giving in to whatever you want.

while he makes it seem easy, only he knows the effort that goes into staying resolute. he hates seeing you sulk and wants to do anything to make you smile again. but then he reminds himself that you'll be the one to suffer later, and that helps him hold his ground.

he does not completely cut you off from your guilty pleasures, of course. he just makes sure you have limited and carefully curated access to it, unlike before. it takes you a little getting used to, and you whine and complain about it even though you are aware of the fact that you are probably acting like a spoiled little kid throwing a tantrum and well, it isn't far from the truth - you were used to being spoiled by your sweetheart of a boyfriend. but even though jo hates to see you pout, he continues to remain firm. to make things easier for you, he even looks up recipes and makes you dishes using healthy ingredients and tries to make them as suited to your taste as possible.

he keeps track of your cycle and starts keeping an eye on your diet a couple of days before your period is due – which is exactly when the cravings start. today is one such day when you are displeased with this arrangement – it's the third day of your cycle and you're desperately craving some caffè mocha, but jo said you've already used up your share of cheat meal/drink for today. you sit there sulking like you usually do, half-heartedly working on your assignment.

then it hits you that not only have your cramps substantially reduced this cycle, you also don't feel as tired as you usually do. your other symptoms are better too. guilt kicks in along with the realisation – all that he has been doing really did help.

you abashedly make your way to his room where you find him sketching. you stand at the door watching him for a while, then walk over and wrap your arms around him from behind.

“jojo….” you start, your tone apologetic.

putting his pencil down, he turns around in his chair and pulls you into his lap. “not mad at me anymore?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips. the smile is not teasing or gloating, just pure and pretty, like him.

you bury your face in his neck and groan. you've been a brat and this is still how he reacts? you suppose you shouldn't be surprised.

“you need to stop being so nice…. you've spoiled me rotten,” you mutter.

he chuckles. “ahh, so it's my fault?”

“no, it's not. i'm sorry, jojo. you're so sweet and thoughtful and i have been behaving like a starving victorian child. i've been doing nothing but complain and whine,”

“it's okay sweetie, i know it's hard,” he says, stroking your hair. “if i had periods i'd probably be way more dramatic,”

“oh, no, i think you would still be a saint,” you say and tilt his chin up as you lean in for a kiss.

🪐 harua (nausea)

it has only been a few months since you started dating harua so he doesn't know everything about you yet. like why you go MIA for a few consecutive days every month where he is only able to contact you through texts. on those days, you usually tell him something came up at your part-time job or that you're staying over at your friend's place or that you have to meet your grandma.

today, however, you decide to be somewhat truthful for once. which you end up regretting when he shows up at your door half an hour later. it goes like this:

harua🐇: hi y/n!! d'you wanna go shopping with me later today?

you : i would've loved to but i'm not feeling too good right now so maybe some other day? sorry xoxo

harua🐇: oh, okay, it's np! ♡ hope you feel better soon :(

and then he shows up at your place and your heart drops. under normal circumstances, you would've been happy to see him but right now you're positive you look like shit.

harua doesn't care about that, however – at least not in the way you do. how could he not come when you told him you weren't feeling well? he even brought a sick kit, although unfortunately it doesn't have much to help the kind of ‘sick’ you are right now – he thinks you probably have a cold or are running a temperature.

“oh rua….you're so sweet. but you really didn't have to come,” you say, hastily smoothing out your hair and fixing your shirt.

“no, i'm glad i came. you don't look too good, are you okay standing?” he leads you to your couch and sits down beside you, scrutinizing you with concern.

“no it's really okay…i go through this every month…” you begin, and he tilts his head quizzically.

you sigh with defeat. “i might as well just tell you, i guess. i'm not actually sick, i'm just on my period…i get horribly nauseous during the first three days of my cycle and sometimes even end up puking. i didn't want to tell you because well, it's not exactly a fun fact, is it?”

realisation dawns on him. “ohhh, so that's why you disappear for a few days every month!”

you smile sheepishly, your cheeks flushing. “yeah. i didn't think you kept track,”

“please, i was starting to think you were a werewolf or something and needed to get away to phase,”

you start to laugh but stop midway when you feel a wave of queasiness coming on and immediately clamp your mouth shut with your hand.

“y/n? you okay?”

you put your head between your knees and hold one hand up. thankfully it passes soon, and you sit up when you feel a little better.

“i think you should leave now,” you tell him.

“why? do you not want me here?”

“yes. i mean, no, not that i don't want you here– well i don't– but it's not because…i just…what if i puke? i don't want–”

“i'll hold your hair up,” he shrugs nonchalantly, like it's the most obvious thing ever.

you stare at him incredulously. he returns your gaze with his own stubborn one.

“did you perchance forget that i'm your boyfriend?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

“no?”

“then treat me like one, will you? let me be here for you,”

and how could you say no to that?

he does, however, leave soon after, saying he needs to run somewhere real quick and that he'll be back before you know it. he returns with lemon soda, ginger ale and some mint leaves for peppermint tea.

“stuff that helps with nausea, apparently,” he explains when you look at him questioningly. “did a quick google search. oh, i also bought some scented candles although i don't know how effective those will be… i didn't know what you might like so i picked up a bunch of random ones. i know you like citrus fruits so i bought a few of those and these here are floral scents. later when you're feeling better we can go together and pick more out–”

you pull him into a tight hug, catching him off guard. “i love you,”

he smiles and squeezes you back in return. “in case it wasn't already clear, i love you too,”

🪐 taki (irritability)

you've had a rough day. your professor had shouted at you in front of the whole class for something that hadn't even been your fault. then he made you walk all around campus running errands for him. and like that wasn't enough, you tripped and fell in PE. you didn't sustain any major injuries - just a few scrapes here and there but it was nonetheless not fun and extremely humiliating. you heard a few classmates snickering. and to top it all off, you're on your period.

given the mentally and physically exhausting day you've had, you're so relieved to finally come home and be able to sulk in peace. but before long, your flatmate who is also your boyfriend, also gets home – the one day you're not excited he's home early. while you love him dearly, you would really like some alone time right now.

taki is known as the mood maker in every room he's in. he's lively and cheerful and talkative and fun to be around. he loves putting a smile on people's faces so when he comes home to his favourite person evidently in a shitty mood, what does he do? takes it upon himself to make sure you're smiling again, of course.

and so it begins. he starts talking about everything he did that day and everything he's going to do tomorrow and about the date he has planned for you this week and what he's going to make for dinner tonight. he doesn't ask you about your day because he doesn't wanna make you talk about something you clearly don't want to. and so he talks on your behalf as well. you usually love it when he yaps away like this, he talks so animatedly it's endearing to watch. a lot of the time when he goes on one of his ‘yappathons’ as you call it, you're the embodiment of the blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff meme.

but not right now, not today. right now you're just sitting there silently, your irritation steadily rising, willing him to stop. if only you had said that out loud instead of bottling up until it burst, what happens next could have been avoided.

the final straw comes when he starts telling you about how one of his friends fell and how it was so funny everyone was laughing including the guy who fell. little do you know that he's doing this solely in an attempt to get you to laugh or at least crack a smile – nobody fell, at least not today. the logical part of you knows taki does not know that you yourself had an embarrassing fall today and so he most definitely does not mean this to be a jab at you, leaving your ego bruised. the logical part of you also knows that the anger you're feeling towards him right now is misdirected and irrational. but you're already so done at that point that logic flies out the window and you just snap at him.

“oh my god taki can you shut the hell up and leave me alone for ten minutes?! will your head explode if you don't keep talking all the damn time?”

taki was evidently not expecting such a reaction. he stares at you for a few seconds, stunned into silence. then he mumbles a sorry and gets up and walks away without another word. you hear the front door click shut a minute later. great. as if this godforsaken day hadn't been bad enough you've also managed to hurt the one person who was actually trying to make it better. tears prick your eyes as regret and worry slowly eats you up.

it is only when he returns a little after an hour later that you breathe a sigh of relief. he doesn't so much as look in your direction, however, and heads straight to his room.

“taki, wait!” you call after him.

he stops, but doesn't turn around. you go over to him and take his hand, and he finally looks up at you. his expression is sharp and unreadable, but the hurt is evident in his eyes.

“i'm...really sorry, taki. you didn't deserve that. it was a shitty thing to say and i wasn't even mad at you, i just had a shitty day and am on my period and needed a bit of time to myself to calm down. one of my professors shouted at me for something i didn't even do and then he made me go all around campus asking me to do this and that and then i tripped over my own fucking feet and fell in PE and it was so embaassing–”

“you fell? are you okay?” he asks, eyes wide and hands immediately flying up to clutch your arms.

you wince. “yeah, it was nothing. just a few scrapes and uh, you're actually kind of pressing on one right now,” you say, holding up your elbow.

he lets go immediately. “shit, sorry. where else did you get hurt? did you clean it properly and apply antiseptic cream?”

“yes, i did, i'm fine really,” you assure him, taking his hand in yours again and stroking it, feeling simultaneously guilty and relieved at how quickly whatever anger and hurt he might've felt about what you said earlier dissolved when you told him what happened.

he looks down at his hand in yours, then back up at you and sighs, lacing his fingers with yours. “if you needed some time to yourself you could've just told me, you know,”

“i know, i'm sorry. it was stupid. i'll tell you next time, i promise. don't take what i said to heart okay?”

he smiles a little. “it's alright. i know i would've been worse if i were to get my period,”

“way worse,” you agree, and he hits you playfully.

“so, am i still your favourite yapper?” he asks.

you roll your eyes and pull him close to kiss his cheek. “always,”

his smile widens and your heart feels lighter. “alright then, come on,” he says, tugging your hand. “tell me what you feel like doing. i'll make up for the shitty day the universe dealt you,”

🪐 maki (stomach and back pain)

you and your boyfriend are having a movie night with your friends taki and harua at his place. taki has the bean bag while you, harua and maki are sitting on the couch in that order – they usually try to keep you and maki separated during movie nights because otherwise you either won't keep your hands off of each other or keep making jokes and speculations about what's going to happen next.

halfway through the film, harua and taki are deeply engrossed in the murder mystery but maki has noticed that you haven't been able to sit still for some time now – it's clear you're uncomfortable. but he knows it's not because of the movie because you've always had a stronger stomach for gore and morbid stuff than he has.

he discreetly reaches for his phone to text you.

maki : why have you been squirming and wiggling for the past ten minutes. are you testing out the ‘would you still love me if i was a worm’ hypothetical?

your phone pings, notifying a message. when you grab it to reply, harua rolls his eyes. maybe they should confiscate your phones as well the next time.

you : no tf 😭 im just tryna get comfortable cuz my back and stomach hurt :( d’you think i could go lay down just for a few minutes maybe?

maki : what omg

maki : is it cuz of your period? why didn't you tell me sooner? and ofc you can go lay down you don't even have to ask!! actually wait i'll come with you

before you can tell him it's fine he's already speaking up.

“hey guys, you can continue watching the movie. y/n isn't feeling well so we're gonna take a little break and come back later,”

taki and harua enquire after you with concern and you assure them you'll be fine if you just rest for a bit. they don't even ask maki why he's accompanying you to the bedroom because they know there's no way he'll be able to focus on a movie when there's even the slightest thing bothering you.

the relief you feel when your back hits the soft mattress is heavenly. “ohhh that feels so good…”

“better? what about your stomach?” maki asks, caressing your cheek, his forehead creased with worry.

“still hurts a bit,” you frown, placing your hands on the area where it hurts. “should've brought my heating pad. but it's fine,”

“do you want me to go get you one, babe? i'll try to be back as soon as i can,” maki says as he gets up but you pull him down.

“nooo don't go anywhere. stay here,”

“but i want to help,”

“well then…” you take both his hands in yours and his eyes widen as you pull up your top, leaving your stomach exposed. then you place both of his hands on the lower part of your stomach. as expected, the warmth and the pressure eases the ache a little. “don’t press too much but just apply a bit of pressure here like you're doing now,” you instruct.

he leans over your abdomen and wags a threatening finger at it, “hey you, stop hurting my partner or else!” he looks up at you beaming. “is that enough pressure?”

it's dumb and not even that funny, but you can't help giggling. “you are so silly,”

“silly in loooove,” he sings and you roll your eyes. with his hands still on your stomach he leans down to kiss your belly button.

you giggle and then wince. “babe i'm not sure doing anything ticklish is a good idea right now,”

“right, sorry,”

the both of you end up talking about the movie and you fall asleep listening to him ramble about who he thinks the killer might be and why. he keeps his hands on your stomach until you wake up an hour later and assure him you're more than fine.

divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

[neeeooon]

Can I get a request of a reader being from a foreign country she is a gamer but she knows nagi from discord and playing games with him. And she decided to surprise him and pop up in Japan. That’s all I got🤣 run with the rest

yess this is so cute TY FOR THE REQ 💗💞

143 means i love you

nagi seishiro x fem!reader. oneshot, fluff. wc: 1.5k

you joined the japanese server to test your language knowledge. plus, you were sick of children screaming slurs on the english server. you didn’t expect to find such good gaming chemistry with someone in another country, and you didn’t expect to give him your discord after.

usernxgi: so we can play tgt again :x

you: sure! but my japanese is awful :’)

usernxgi: u dont need 2 speak japanese 2 play this game lol

you: Die

you and the stranger, whom you learned was named nagi, played several games afterward. however, you didn’t start playing on call until your sixth match together, when you nearly lost because the in-game chat glitched out and cut off your only form of communication.

there was an obvious language barrier the first time you spoke, but nagi was right when he said you didn’t need to speak the same language to play. you understood more than you could say, so when nagi would say “go left” or “back me,” you’d obey without needing to reply.

the relationship between you continued until you were messaging back and forth every day, whether you played together or not. you even trusted him enough to give him your number, and he spammed you with cat memes for two days before eventually growing bored. due to the time zone difference, you'd fall asleep wishing him a good day and wake up with good morning texts.

you: gmmmmm <33

nagi: gm y/n :) how did u sleep ?

you: good! if u aren't busy today, we should play together

nagi reacted "🤍" to your message!

it was a comfortable relationship, and you tried not to dwell on the fact that it was digital. months went by, and you found yourself wanting more and more from nagi. you loved talking and gaming with him, but you wanted to do simple things like go to a movie or eat dinner together.

that's when you got the brilliant idea to go to japan.

nagi told you where he was attending uni after you were deemed trustworthy, and you were following a few of his friends on instagram. they made a chat with you to help teach you japanese, but it dried up once school started again.

when you reached out to his best friend, reo, with your plan, he was more than willing to help. he offered to pay for your flight and hotel, but you politely turned him down (rookie mistake) and instead asked him to show you around the city a bit before you officially met nagi.

reo: do you need a translator? i could set something up for you!

you: noo that's okay!! i've been studying and taking japanese classes at my college :))

reo: okay! i'll have a driver pick you up at the airport

reo: don't say no, he's already been booked and paid for

you: ....... thank you :')

reo: anything for my best friend-in-law!

you were a nervous, shaky mess when your plane landed in japan. you followed reo's instructions and the english directional signs plastered around the international airport until you spotted a man in a suit holding a sign with your name. you blushed ferociously and sped-walked to the man, flashing him a tight smile as you waved awkwardly.

"hello," you greeted in japanese, and the man took your bags before leading you to his limoseine.

you: a limo?? really??

reo: ;)

it surprisingly didn't take as long as you thought it would to reach reo's penthouse. he was waiting outside for you with a blinding smile, and you were caught off guard by how purple his hair looked in person. "y/n!" he shouted when he saw you. "nagi doesn't know you're here, right?"

"no, i wanted to surprise him..." you rubbed your arm, suddenly unsure if this was a wise idea or not. you wanted to see nagi, but maybe you should have discussed your trip with him first.

the light tap of reo's knuckles against your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts, and he flashed you a small, comforting smile. "don't worry. he'll be super excited to see you! well, maybe not super excited, he isn't the type to get very emotional, but i'm sure he'll smile!"

reo helped you get settled in your hotel before giving you a brief tour of his favorite places in the city. "oh! this is where nagi and i went to high school! i taught him how to play soccer here."

eventually, he got a phone call from a certain white-haired boy, and your stomach twisted anxiously. reo caught your expression and beamed. "come on! i told him i'd bring food over for dinner."

after picking the food up, you followed reo to nagi's apartment. he helped you read signs in japanese when you struggled with your pronunciation, and before you knew it, you were standing outside your online friend's door.

this is a bad idea, you mentally scolded yourself. reo entered the code and used his foot to open the door. "nagi!" too late to back out, now!

"huh, reo?" you heard from inside the apartment and halted. his voice was the same in person as it was over the phone, yet hearing it this clearly startled you.

reo gestured you to follow with the tilt of his head. "i have something for you. come here."

"i don't wanna," he grumbled, and you smiled. he really wasn't any different in person than he was online. after a few rounds of gaming together, he usually gave up and got himself killed first so that he could sit back and watch you and his teammates play without him.

you weren't expecting him to round the corner so suddenly, but your breath caught in your chest when he did. he was dressed in grey sweats and a hoodie, both too big to fit, but what really caught you off guard was how tall he was. his voice was on the softer side, so you weren't expecting someone 6'3.

he blinked when his eyes landed on you. you stared at each other for a moment, taking several moments for the situation to process, before nagi stepped back around the corner and out of sight.

"uh—" you cut yourself off when he appeared a moment later with hair not as messy as it'd been before. nagi raised a hand, and you could tell he was trying to keep his grin at bay by the way his lips twitched. "hey."

a giggle bubbled in your chest as you waved back. "hi, nagi."

reo looked between the two of you with a crazed grin. "oh! it seems i have a meeting i completely forgot about! you two will be alright without me, i'm sure. bye!" he didn't give either of you a chance to reply before sprinting out the door, manic laughter following him down the hallway.

you and nagi stood, silently staring at the spot reo had just been standing. you didn't feel uncomfortable in your online friend's presence, but it was a bit awkward as you struggled to find something to say.

thankfully, nagi broke the silence and tipped his head to the side. "wanna game?"

☆ 🎮

"no fair!" you shouted in frustration as you lost... again. "you know the controls; i've never played this before!"

the soft sound of nagi's laughter filled your ears, and you felt your face heat up. "this is bullying."

"cute."

"it's an abuse of power!"

"mmm, yep."

you glared at him and the little upward curve of his lips. "teach me how to play."

"nope."

"why?!" you gaped.

nagi's head tipped back against his shoulders, eyes lazily meeting yours. "i like when you're mad. 's cute."

your mouth snapped shut. whatever creative comeback you were planning evaporated from your mind, and you found yourself struggling to remember how to speak japanese.

"jerk," you managed after a few moments, and he laughed before saying in broken english, "no english, please."

you switched over to a game you were both familiar with after that and finally started winning. the two of you played until the sun set and the delivery food was gone. stretching your arms over your head, you reluctantly stood and placed the gaming controller on the charging stand. "i should probably go to my hotel,"

nagi let out a silent yawn as he followed suit, charging his controller and standing beside you. "ok. should i walk with you?"

"isn't that too much of a hassle?" you teased, and nagi shrugged. he never gave verbal confirmation, but he shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket and followed you when you exited his apartment.

you breathed in the night air and sighed, smiling when you felt nagi's baggy sleeve brush against your arm every few steps. "i'm happy i got to meet you."

"me too."

"we should hang out again tomorrow if you aren't busy," you offered, sparing him a quick glance to find him already looking down at you with a faint smile. "okay."

[imaginedisish]

Need 2 (Logan Howlett x f!reader)

A/N: So...I'm back already lol. This sort of just came to me last night. I was rewatching the first and second X-Men movies and got a little inspired. This is also inspired by the song "Need 2" by Pinegrove. Didn't think I'd be posting another fic already, but here we are. Hopefully y'all enjoy!

Summary: You and Logan have always been plagued with nightmares, so avoiding sleep is just something you two have in common...until you find yourselves in each other's beds, helping one another through your nightmares.

Warnings: 18+! Smut! Minors DNI! PWP. Unprotected PIV (wrap it up), Fingering, AFAB!reader, fem!reader, Reader has some hair at the nape of her neck that can be played with (length, color and texture are not described!), mutant!reader, cursing, canon typical violence, angst, praise kink, feelings, nightmares, friends to lovers, probably some grammatical errors, I think that's all?

Word Count: 3,906

Some nights, it was easier not to sleep. It was easier to go down into the kitchen, the living room, or one of the many libraries in the mansion and stay awake. It was easier than forcing yourself to go to bed, just to wake up screaming thirty minutes later. 

So tonight, like far too many nights, you’ve found yourself in your favorite corner in your favorite library in the mansion. You’re reading Simone de Beauvoir’s letters to Sartre when a familiar figure enters the room. 

“What’re you doing awake?” Logan’s voice is gruff, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his beater tight against his chest. “You should be asleep.”

“Can’t sleep,” You answer, placing a bookmark between the pages and shutting the book. You look up at the old grandfather clock on the other side of the room. 2:00 AM. “You should be sleeping too.” You smirk patting the free space next to you on the loveseat. 

He shakes his head. “Too stuffy in here.”

You roll your eyes, placing the book down on the couch. “Then what’s your plan, big guy?”

He holds up his beer and points down the hall. “Gonna sit in front of the T.V. You can too,” he pauses tentatively, “if you want.”

“S-sure,” you stutter. Why are you stuttering? You spend time with Logan constantly. This isn’t new. This is normal. You feel your heart rate pick up. This is ridiculous. This is a totally regular night. 

You stand and follow him down the hall and into another room, one with a lit fireplace and a television. You both sit down, leaving a generous amount of room between the two of you. Logan reaches for the remote and turns the T.V. on. He surfs through the channels before stopping on a movie you instantly recognize. 

“Casablanca?” You ask, turning towards him, letting yourself move just a bit closer as you do so. You feel like he’s moved closer in too. 

He nods, his eyes glued to the screen. “It’s a classic.”

You can’t help but smirk. “Never pinned you for the love story type.”

“You’d be surprised,” he says back as he turns towards you again. There’s a faint smile on his face. You swear his eyes flicker down to your lips for just a second before he turns to face the T.V. again. 

A few minutes go by like this, the two of you just inches away from one another. You can’t concentrate on the movie with him this close. It’s impossible. 

Despite the heat of the fire, you start to feel a chill. Goose bumps rise on your arms, and you pull your legs into your chest, your arms wrapping around your knees. 

Logan immediately notices, shifting to grab the throw blanket from behind him. “Cold?” He asks, taking the opportunity to move closer towards you as he tosses the blanket over the two of you. 

“Y-yeah, thanks,” you answer. But you’re still cold. You bring the blanket up so that it rests just under your chin. For such an old mansion, the A/C must work great. No wonder the fire was already lit when you and Logan got in here. 

Logan notices again. He rests his arm against the back of the couch. “You could…” He trails off, nodding his head to offer the space right next to him, in his arms. “Come over here?” You nod back, scooching closer until your side presses into his. 

He’s an absolute furnace. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing up and down your arm gently. He’s so warm. You instinctively curl into him, wanting nothing more than to be closer to him. For the first time in months, you feel comfortable enough—safe enough—to fall asleep. 

“Better?” He asks, his lips brushing against your forehead. 

You nod against his chest. “So much better.” You whisper. You can feel your eyelids growing heavy. You let them fall shut. Let yourself go. Give in. Finally. 

“Lo?” You quietly call out. You’re so close to sleep that you don’t even realize you’re speaking. 

You can feel his smile on the side of your head. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“You feel so nice.” You’re mumbling, half asleep. It’s nonsense, but it’s true. “So safe.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “You do too. Now get some sleep.”

You shake your head softly. “Only if you sleep, too.” 

You think you feel another kiss. One of his hands reaches up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck. “I will, I promise.”

You drift off to sleep, waking up just once about an hour and a half later to see Logan still on the couch beside you. He’s asleep, still holding you to his chest. You don’t wake him. You let yourself fall asleep again. 

You wake up a few hours later, this time in your own bed, the sun shining through your curtains. You notice a note next to your pillow. 

Glad you got some sleep. -Logan

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You can hear him, his grunts, his screams. You jump out of bed and sprint down the hall. You don’t need a flashlight to find his room. You know the way by heart. You don’t even bother knocking. You burst in and shut the door behind you. 

You run over to the side of his bed and start to softly shake him. “It’s just a dream, Lo,” you call out to him. He doesn’t wake up. He’s still grunting, still tossing and turning. You feel helpless. “Logan, it’s okay.” You speak a bit louder this time, putting more of your weight on his shoulders as you shake him. Nothing. No change. 

“Logan, please wake up.” Louder again. And still nothing. “Fuck it.”

You climb onto the bed, maneuvering so that you can get on top of him. You’re straddling him now, which probably isn’t the world’s greatest idea. You shake his shoulders harder as he winces, his head thrashing against the mattress, his chest rapidly rising and falling. 

“Come on, Lo, wake up.”

And then, he’s sitting up, claws out, the tips just nudging the base of your throat. “It’s me!” You shout. “It’s just me!” You can hear the shing of his claws retracting. You look down to see that the collar of your shirt is sliced.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” He’s wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest, scanning your body frantically for any injury. He’s moving up and down your skin like a wildfire, checking every possible surface that he could have pierced or sliced. 

You try to stop him, but he refuses to listen. “You didn’t get me, Logan. I’m okay, really.” 

He pushes you down onto the mattress, carefully turning you over onto your stomach before you can protest. “I’m just checking your back, okay?”

“You couldn’t have touched my back. That’s physically impossible.” You try to turn back over, but he keeps you down, one hand pinned between your shoulder blades as the other pulls up your shirt to search your skin. You suddenly remember you aren’t wearing a bra. You’re not wearing any shorts, either. Just your oversized pajama shirt and panties.

His fingers gently trace your skin before reaching up to pull the shirt back down. He finally lets you turn over. You push yourself up so that you’re sitting on your knees, just a few inches away from Logan. It’s your turn to reach out to him now. You bring up a tentative hand to his shoulder; he trembles under your touch but doesn’t push you away. You move a bit closer, your knee slotting into the space between his thighs. Your hand slides up his shoulder to his neck, and he finally leans into your palm. 

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers again. He moves closer, shifting his thighs further into your own. “I never, ever want to hurt you.” He brings his arms back around you, hesitantly pulling you into his chest. You let him, let him hold you. You know he needs to—needs to feel someone else. You wrap your arms around his body too. 

“I know, Lo. It’s okay. No more apologizing.” You hold him tighter. “Are you okay?”

He hums as his face burrows into the crook of your neck. “Just a nightmare.” A part of you is surprised he’s letting you hold him and holding you back. “I fucked up your shirt.”

You let your head rest against his shoulder. “I know.” 

“Almost fucking killed you.” He’s trembling again like he wants to push you away. 

You hold him tighter. “You didn’t though,” You mumble against his bare skin. “Please don’t run away. Let me hold you, please.” 

He relaxes again, pulling you in tighter in response. “Why do you care about me?”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Why do you care about me?” You ask back. 

He scoffs. “Because I…” He trails off. You can tell he’s not giving you the whole truth. “I just do. You’re you. That’s all there is to it.”

“Exactly. And you’re you.” You can feel his lips ghost against your neck—not quite a kiss, but not quite nothing either. “So, I care about you too.”

“I don’t deserve it, the way you care about me.” His lips don’t move from that half-kiss position along your neck as he speaks. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t talk like that.” Your voice is suddenly stern, assertive. “You deserve so much, Logan. So much.” Before you can even think about what you’re doing, you press a kiss against his bare shoulder. And then another. And another. 

“You should go back to bed.” His voice is low and hoarse. He finally presses a true kiss into your neck, too. 

You shake your head. “No,” you whisper. “Let me stay with you.”

“But what if I—” 

You cut him off. “Please.”

He doesn’t protest this time. He just guides you down to the pillows, keeping one arm tightly around your waist as the other brings the covers up and over the two of you. 

You stay intertwined, your legs tangled up with his, your chests pressed tightly together. You bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, gently raking your nails through his hair. His lips find your neck again, kissing that spot just underneath your ear. It’s chaste, but there’s something else there. You know there is. 

You can feel him relaxing, drifting off into sleep, and so you let yourself do the same. There’s nowhere you feel safer than with Logan. 

When you wake up, you’re still in Logan’s bed, but his side is empty. Again, there’s a note on the pillow next to you. 

Thank you. Hope this makes up for what I did. -Logan.

Underneath the note is his favorite Rolling Stones shirt.

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You’re somewhere dark, sitting on a cold metal chair, your hands shackled in more cold metal. The air tastes like metal, too. And then it dawns on you: Magneto. 

His figure appears in front of you, his hand extended out towards something...perhaps someone. Towards no one? No. There he is, floating in front of you. Logan. “NO!” You yell. You can feel your throat burn as you shout.

“Let him go!” You scream. But Magneto doesn’t budge. He holds Logan in the air, bending the metal in his body. He stretches Logan’s claws out. You remember when Logan told you it hurts every time he unleashes them. You can’t imagine the pain he’s in now.  

“Logan!” You cry out. Your abilities don’t seem to work, no matter how hard you try. You’re powerless, helpless, useless. You echo his name repeatedly to no avail. 

You’re forced to sit and watch as his claws bend backward. Tears run down your face as Logan screams in agony. There’s nothing you can do. You thrash in place. 

“Let him fucking go!” You sob, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Logan! I’m so sorry. Oh fuck. I’m so sorry.” A familiar name calls for you in the distance, but you ignore it. “I’m so sorry,” you cry. “So fucking sorry.”

The voice shouts your name again. And again. Tears stain your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble.

“It’s just a dream, come on, wake up for me sweetheart.” You know that voice. “I’m right here, just wake up.” 

Your eyes finally flutter open. There he is, in front of you, his solid frame heavy on top of you. “Lo?” You push yourself up to meet him. 

“It’s me, darlin’, It’s me.”

You throw your arms around him, sobbing into his bare chest. “Fuck,” you mumble against him. 

He wraps his arms tightly around your body, carefully bringing you back down to the bed. “It’s okay. It’s over now. I’m here.”

“How’d you know I was…” You trail off, swallowing harshly, not wanting to think about what you just dreamed of. 

“You called my name. I came the second I heard you.” His voice is soft but shaky. It dawns on you that you scared him. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Tears stream down your cheeks, your voice a trembling mess. 

He presses a soft kiss against your shoulder, and then that usual spot in the crook of your neck. He somehow manages to pull you tighter into his chest. “Don’t be sorry darlin’, please. Nothing to be sorry for.” 

“But I woke you,” you protest. “I scared you.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart.” His breath tickles the skin of your neck. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He’s kissing you more fervently than normal. There’s something panicked about his movements, like he’s still worried that you might not be fine. 

You take a deep breath. “Lo?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Can you stay with me?” You feel like a child, but you don’t care. You want to feel him. You need to be close to him. You can’t lose him. Not now. Not ever. 

His legs tangle with yours. “I’m not going anywhere.” His voice is a whisper now. 

You nod, pushing yourself further into him. “Need to feel you,” you say, running your hands along his back, his chest, his waist. You need him, every inch, every curve. All of him. 

“Darlin’,” he mutters. “What do you mean?”

You break away from him for just a second. His brows are furrowed. “Need you, Lo.”

You watch his throat bob as he swallows. “You have me.”

“No Logan I-I—” You stutter. “I want you. Need you. I need you closer. Please.” 

His eyes search yours, his hands finding their way under your shirt. His fingers climb higher, stopping just below your chest, where the hem of your bra would be. 

You inhale deeply and press harder into him. “Please, Lo. Please.”

“Sweetheart, is this really what you want?” You can feel his breath against your lips. He’s so close, but not close enough. “That dream…” He pauses. “If this is only because of the dream…”

You shut your eyes, remembering what you saw. You feel a tear slide down your still-wet cheek. You breathe deeply. “Wanted you before the dream,” you murmur nervously. 

“Darlin’, you gotta be careful saying things like that.” He presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Your noses touch gently. He slots his legs higher between yours and pulls you closer. 

“Why?” You ask.

“Because I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you.” His hands become less hesitant, his fingers tracing the underside of your chest, slowly charting a course to your nipples. 

He opens his eyes, searching your face for consent, and you immediately nod. “I’m yours. Been yours the whole time.”

That’s all the permission he needs to bring his lips to yours, to hungrily swallow everything you’re willing to give him. His fingers gently pinch your nipples before drawing lazy circles around them. Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue slips across your lower lip. You open up and let him inside, savoring the taste of him. 

You’re still side by side, tangled up with one another, but it’s not close enough. You need more. 

“Logan,” you call, leaving one hand on his bare back as you let the other trail down his chest, to the hem of his sweats. But before you can get any further, he grabs your hand, freezing you in place. 

He shakes his head against yours. “Wanna take care of you.”

“But I wanna take care of you, too,” you whine. 

He just smiles. “You always do, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.” He drops your hand, and one of his own trails down your body, down to the ridden-up hem of your shirt—his shirt, actually—the one he left on the pillow. “Looks better on you than it ever did on me.” He pulls it up, revealing your stomach and tits. One of his hands continues to massage your breasts, playing with your nipples, while the other travels back down to the hem of your panties. His fingers slip inside, sliding down through your folds and back up to your clit. You shudder under his touch. 

He starts to draw slow, lazy circles there. You can’t help but grind into his hand, needy for more. You whisper his name as his touch becomes harder, faster. 

“So fucking wet for me. Soaking already.” The whimper rising in your throat at his words is swallowed by another deep, desperate kiss. 

You hang onto him, your arms around his back as he pulls you closer to the edge. He can tell you need the contact, the closeness, and so he pulls away from your tits, his now-free hand slipping underneath you and snaking around your waist, holding you closer than before. Your chest is flush with his as his fingers rub harder at your clit. 

You can feel yourself coming undone, your hips rocking against him uncontrollably. “I’m so close,” you pant. 

“I know pretty girl,” he murmurs. He breaks away from your face, finding that spot in the crook of your neck that he loves so much. You throw your head back as his lips find purchase in the same area as always. “Doing so good for me. Wanna feel you come on my fingers.”

His whispers in your ear, his little bites and kisses against that spot on your neck, his fingers on your clit, it’s all too much. “Lo,” you whine, shutting your eyes and pressing your face into his shoulder. 

“That’s it, darlin’, let go.” 

That’s all it takes to have you seeing stars. You grind down onto his fingers, your hips still canting back and forth as you come undone. You can feel Logan smile against your neck as he slows down his pace. After a moment or two, his hand slips out of your panties and comes up to rest on your hip. 

You bring your forehead back to his. “You alright, sweetheart?” His low, husky whisper fills the air. 

“Mhm,” you hum. “Still want you, Lo.” 

“Are you sure?” He asks, his thumb brushing gently across your hip. 

You nod. “Need you closer.”

“Fuck,” he groans. His thumb hooks under the hem of your panties and he pulls them down your legs. You slip them off the rest of the way as Logan turns you on your back. You watch him above you, thumbs hooked inside his sweats. He pulls them down quickly, his cock springing up to his stomach in the process. Your eyes widen as you take in just how big he is. 

He pushes his sweats down the rest of the way, and he slots himself in between your legs. You can feel the length of him on the inside of your thigh. “Wanted you for so long, pretty girl,” he grunts. His forearm rests next to your head, caging you in and keeping him steady, while his other hand guides his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. 

“Logan,” you whine, your hands reaching up to his neck, pulling his face down to meet you. “I’m yours.” 

You gasp as he fills you up, his hand immediately reaching between your bodies to find your still-sensitive clit. His pace is slow at first, letting you adjust to his length, rocking into you gently. His thumb flicks your clit before drawing those same lazy circles from before. You’re already close, still drunk off the first orgasm he pulled from you. 

“So fucking tight,” he moans. “Doing so good for me.” You can feel him building speed, pumping in and out of you. He feels so good, rubbing against your walls, stretching you out. He’s so close, so real, so safe.

“Needed you so bad,” you whimper, spreading your legs wider, inviting him in. 

You can feel him throb inside you at your words. “Needed you too.” The sound of his voice pushes you closer to the edge, your walls fluttering around his cock. His circles on your clit are no longer gentle or slow. He thrusts faster, rutting into you hit after hit. 

“L-Lo,” you stutter, shaking underneath him. “I-I’m so clo…” But you can’t finish your sentence. Your eyes flutter open and shut. 

“I’m here,” he whispers. “I’ve got you. Never gonna let you go.”

You take in a sharp breath. “’M’yours,” is all you can manage to say. 

“Mine,” he breathes, his hips rocking into you again and again. “Can feel you squeezing me, beautiful.”

“S-so close,” you choke in between thrusts. His fingers work harder on your clit, his lips moving against yours like they belong there, always. 

“Then let go, darlin’,” he says against your lips. He pushes deeper into you than before, your walls clamping down onto him. You feel heat rise to your chest as you shatter around him. You echo his name over and over again as you ride out your orgasm. You know he’s close behind, his thrusts faltering, growing sloppier with each pump. 

“W-where do you want—”

“Inside.”

“F-fuck,” he’s a choking, moaning mess as he comes undone inside you. You can feel him paint your walls, filling you up. He pumps in and out of you a few more times before he starts to slip out. 

“W-wait,” you stutter, grabbing him, holding him in place. 

He freezes. “You okay?” Concern is painted across his face, his brows furrowed, trying to discern what’s wrong. 

“J-just don’t want you to go,” you murmur. 

He smiles as he slides out of you. He pulls you tightly into his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You shut your eyes as his hands settle on your lower back. “Don’t leave, okay?”

“I promise,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Relax. I’ve got you. I’m here.”

You can’t fight your exhaustion anymore, so you do as he says. You fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing, to his kisses on your forehead, to the tracing of letters and shapes along your back. 

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The next morning, as pale light trickles through the curtains of your room, you see there’s no letter. No empty space next to you in the bed. 

There’s just Logan, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest. Your eyes flutter open. His are still closed. But he can tell you’re awake. 

“’M’not going anywhere,” he mumbles, still half asleep. “Too early. Go back to bed.”

He’s right. So, you do. 

tags: @seamlessepiphany

[witherby]

I wonder what mouse would think of an injured Kon being taken back to the bat cave after being beaten by kryptonite, like a pt 2 of meet the family lol, would they put everyone in a pocket dimension or would they take Kon into a pocket dimension?

-🔱

Yeah, we can explore the follow-up to this scenario for sure. 😏

Littlest Wayne: Meet the Family, pt. 2

Part 1 is Here!

Masterlist is Here!

Your brother is acting weird. When you try to go down to the Cave to greet the boys after patrol, Jason hooks his arm under your legs and tucks you into his side, like when you were a child pretending to be a football, and takes you back upstairs. You squirm and wriggle to no avail, throwing your arms up incredulously.

"Jay!? Hello!?" You cry.

"Hey," he says, nonchalant as ever. He waltzes into the living room and deposits you on the plush, cream couch, sinking down on the other end and draping his legs across your lap like a seatbelt. "Dick's detoxing from Fear Gas. Can't go down there or he might mistake you for a goon and swing."

You frown. "Scarecrow was out? There wasn't the usual alert."

"He wasn't a threat long enough to warrant one," Jason shrugs. "Stumbled upon one of his labs while we were chasin' a different lead and took him out. Managed to dose Dick but Tim, Dami and I are fine."

"Oh. Okay. Does he need anything?"

Jason gives you a fond smile. "Nothing our civvie-sib needs to worry about. Let your big, mighty heroes fix it."

"I don't think shooting people makes you a hero, Jay."

"Alright, then let your favorite vigilantes fix it."

"Hmm, dunno. I think Green Arrow is my favorite vigilante."

"Take that back right now."

You lift an eyebrow. "I will not."

Jason gasps and lightly kicks you with his boot. You flick him in the ankle. He reaches over and flicks your ear. You stick your finger in your mouth and then jam it in his ear. He yelps and climbs off the couch to get away from you.

"Dammit, Mousey, that's gross!"

"So is sticking your dirty boots in my lap fresh off a patrol! These pants are expensive and your feet smell like the Gotham sewer system." You stand up and pointedly brush dirt off your thighs.

"Okay, alright! Point taken. Truce?"

You sigh and bump your fist against his, smiling despite your irritation. "I'm going to shower and sleep, then. D'you need anything?"

Jason shakes his head. He ruffles your hair as you walk past him and you use your shadows to trip him as he walks towards the kitchen. He hits the ground with a cry and swears after you, and you grin as you run up the stairs.

Once safe in the confines of your bedroom, you turn on the shower in the ensuite and lock the door, then slip into the darkness and sink down to the cave to investigate the real reason he didn't want you down there. Because Jason lied when he told you about Scarecrow.

You don't think he knows about this particular tell, but he always shrugs his right shoulder when he's lying and the left when he's being honest. Any normal person wouldn't have picked up on that, but as you descend into the Batcave, you recognize that you didn't grow up in a normal family. Getting anybody to admit to anything in this house, even the inconsequential shit like a slight cough, is like pulling teeth, so you've had to learn to read their body language over the years to glean the info you want.

As the darkness guides you along, helping you identify objects (the computer, the batmobile, the display cases for old suits) and people, (Dick, Tim, and Damian, all of whom are noticeably free from the influence of Fear Toxin), you also glean the thing they didn't want you to find.

Rather, the person.

"Were you planning on getting this done sometime in the next week?" Damian complains. Dick hip-checks him since his hands are too busy tweezing shards of Kryptonite out of Conner's prone body, bent over him as they crowd around the medical bed.

"Listen, shut up, listen," Dick stammers, like he usually does when something is his fault. You make a note of that while your shadow blends in with the walls. "I'm almost done. Then we can go put him in Superman's little UV sun room, let him heal up there, and put him back in Metropolis. It's fine! He'll be out of here before B ever knew he was in Gotham."

"Um." Tim, who's sitting on the counter across the room, holds up his phone. "B accessed the footage. He told me he's on his way back."

Damian, your unflappable youngest brother with a glare sharp enough to cut diamond, suddenly looks nervous.

"This may have been poor planning on our end."

"No!" Dick cries, hands shaking as he pulls more Kryptonite out of Conner's skin. "The plan was to knock some sense into the kid that thought he could sneak into our baby sibling's bedroom in the middle of the night, okay? And we did that! Plan succeeded! We got a little overzealous! It's fine, everything is fine!"

Damian and Tim look at Dick, then at the escrima sticks lying on the medical tray with the extracted Kryptonite, then at each other. You watch their expressions shift and the two of them nod at the same time.

"Everything's fine," Tim echoes calmly, then hops down and dashes for the door.

"You've got this," Damian agrees, quickly following suit.

Dick wilts like a flower as he watches them leave. "Abandoners! Traitors!! Assholes!!!"

You're inclined to agree. Clearly all of them had something to do with this, they just didn't want to get yelled at by Bruce. Conner groans weakly on the table and recaptures your attention, shifting onto his side. Dick presses a hand to his shoulder to keep him still, looking truly repentant.

"Shh," he says, "two more shards, okay? Let me pull those out and then we'll get you fixed up, kid."

"Hurts..." Conner grunts, returning to consciousness with a hiss of air through his teeth. "Pain sucks..."

"You've never gotten hurt before?" Dick asks. He looks like the guilt is going to pull him to the ground, all hunched over the cot with his tweezers like Quasimodo. He plucks out the last shards and deposits them on the medical cart beside him, then pushes it far enough away from Conner that it shouldn't bother him anymore.

"No," Conner mutters. He cracks an eye open and glares at Dick over his shoulder. "So thanks for that, Nightwing... Or would you prefer Dick Grayson?"

Dick chews the inside of his cheek, expressionless despite the panic you know he's feeling. He's bearing most of his weight on the balls of his feet, body instinctively poised to run from problematic situations like the train wreck of a conversation before him.

"Um. Who's that?"

You almost snort from your hiding spot. Conner levels him with a flat look and pushes himself into an upright position with a grunt. His arms tremble from the strain and Dick quickly steadies him with an arm around his waist. His thumb brushes against one of the tears in Conner's suit, a visual reminder of the damage he caused even though the wounds have closed.

"Even without being told ahead of time, it's not hard to put together: The person I rescued from the conservatory fire," Conner says, staring right at Dick, "was a Wayne. It's their room I entered later that night to see if they were okay and introduce myself. So, unless there's another Wayne out there with four older brothers who came to Metropolis, beat me, and dragged me back to Gotham in the world's worst version of the Shovel Talk, you're Dick Grayson. By that logic, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood are Damian, Tim, and Jason."

He brushes Dick's arm away and gets to his feet, leaning on the cot to support himself. The splatters of blood left behind highlight the tenseness of the conversation. He gestures to it with a sneer.

"And you wouldn't have swung so hard if it wasn't personal. My suit is ruined."

Dick swears under his breath, running his fingers through his hair.

"I — yes, okay, you got us. You gotta keep that a secret, though. Understand? A lot of shit would go sideways if the wrong people found out our identities."

Conner turns and shuffles towards the door of the medical bay. Dick blocks the exit and looks at him, panicking under the domino mask.

"I'm serious," he says. "You can't tell anyone. Does Lex know already? Did you reveal that information to someone else?"

"Great questions. Should've thought about that," Conner says, nudging Dick effortlessly out of the way now that the kryptonite is out of his system, "before you came to my city, insulted my character, attacked, and kidnapped me."

"Yes, we should've!"

Your shadow blends seamlessly into Dick's as he gets up and hurries after Conner. He doesn't appear to be strong enough to fly away yet, but the pale blue of his iris is quickly turning red. His strength is returning while his patience wanes, mentally checked out of this pseudo-interrogation.

"Look, Superkid —"

"Superman!"

Dick flashes his palms in surrender as those eyes snap to him. "Sure. Superman. Don't think that's gonna last in the long-term, though; we've already got one of those. People are gonna get confused."

"Not when he steps down and acknowledges me as his superior."

"I — okay, whoa, let's put a pin in that because we absolutely have to discuss that later — listen, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry we jumped you like that and didn't give you the chance to talk it out. But you gotta understand how dangerous that was for our sibling."

"You think I was going to hurt them?" Conner asks, gritting his teeth. His fists clench at his sides and Dick takes a large step back. His stance widens and he ducks his head a little, de-escalating the situation as quickly as possible while still poised to defend himself if necessary.

"We don't know what you were going to do. That's the point. No one knows who you are or what you want." Dick gestures between himself and Conner emphatically, shaking his head as your name is mentioned. "They're not a vigilante like us. They're just a civilian. And while they're far from helpless, they are my baby sibling. Some stranger nobody has information about took an interest in them specifically, found their home, and snuck into their bedroom through the window in the middle of the night. The only reason we even know that is because they told us about it the next morning."

Dick peels the domino mask off his face and gives Conner an exhausted frown, pleading with him to see reason.

"That was terrifying to hear about. In a house full of detectives, nobody knew you were there. You could have hurt them. You could have taken them. You could have done any number of terrible things to my family, and we would've been none the wiser. Do you realize how inherently threatening that is, kid? Regardless of your intentions, all we knew was what you did, hours after the fact."

Conner turns his head away and crosses his arms. The red fades from his eyes along with the majority of his ire.

"I get it," he says. "Sorry for scaring you, but you can rest assured I mean them no harm."

"Great. I believe you," Dick says. "But you can't do that again. Sneaking into the Manor unannounced like that is the fastest way to get B to beat your ass."

"Tch. Like father, like son."

Dick grimaces. "I— well. Yeah. I'm sorry."

"I heard you the first time." Conner's posture straightens up and his feet leave the floor, recovered enough to use most of his powers again. "I'm gonna go now —"

"Wait!" Dick snatches his ankle. Conner stops and glares.

"Ugh. What!"

"I'm also extremely serious about the identity thing. You need to keep that to yourself. How do I know you aren't gonna run back to Luthor and immediately spill our secrets?"

The boy tilts his head, considering. Dick's grip gets tighter despite the futility of it. All the Kryptonite he could've used to subdue him, to keep him from leaving the Cave while they hash this out, is lying in a medical cart several yards out of reach. In their current positions, he's no more a hindrance than a gentle breeze.

"You don't... Unless you offer me something."

Dick's expression hardens and he clenches his jaw, no doubt already running a dozen calculations through his brain. "What do you want? Money? Territory?"

"Visitation."

You watch your brother falter. Your confusion echoes his. "What?"

Conner gently kicks his leg. Dick releases him, and the boy floats back down to the ground. Despite being almost half a foot shorter than your brother, his presence is large. Just like Uncle Clark's. His expression is no-nonsense and his hands slide into the pockets of his leather jacket. He's looking at Dick like a man that knows he's got the game stacked in his favor. Dick's looking at Conner like he's gauging how much time he's got before a bomb goes off.

"I want your sibling."

And

wasn't that just

the worst fucking way to answer that question.

Your hold on Dick's shadow slips away in your shock. You sink fully back into the void before you can find out how your brother reacts to Conner's declaration. You aren't sure you want to know.

You re-emerge in your bathroom, gasping in the steam from the abandoned shower you were pretending to take and hastily turning the knobs off. The heat in the room is nothing compared to the burning in your cheeks.

"What," you sputter, aloud, alone, and incredulous, "the fuck does that mean!!"

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It's Hard to Believe | Jungkook One Shot

Summary: Getting pregnant with your best friend's baby definetly wasn't a part of the plan... Pairing: f!Reader x Jungkook (fwb, f2l) Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: A tiny bit of explicit and suggestive language but nothing crazy a/n: This is something I started writing at like midnight and it's kinda shit but I thought I might as well post it since I haven't posted in a while (Like five days short of a month wtf?!?!? How has it been that long?!?!) (I just barely checked rn lmao my bad 🥲) p.s. I kinda wanna do a full on series on a concept like this but it'll be different and less fluffy but that won't be happening for a long ass time but yeah lol Requested by a lovely anon 💜

"How am I supposed to tell him?" I ask my friend Sam for the millionth time since I found out. "Y/n just tell him. You guys have been friends for how long?" she asks and it's like I'm having deja vu from both of our responses. "Like ten years" I mumble and pull my sweatshirt sleeves down over my hands in an effort to stop my nervous fiddling but it only makes it worse. 

"Right and you guys have been messing around with each other for over a year now, maybe even more...I don't wanna know" she says while holding her hand up in a way to assure me that she doesn't need the details. "Just tell him. If he's as great of a guy as you keep on telling me he is then I promise everything will be okay" she says and places a hand on my shoulder before she gets up off my couch. 

"Where are you going?" I ask while she shrugs on her jacket. "Didn't you say he's supposed to be here around five?" she asks and I nod my head, checking the clock and seeing that it's already 4:30. 

"Yeah...are you sure you don't wanna stay and say hi?" I ask and she glares at me. "Let me know what his response is to that bun in the oven and then we'll talk. I wanna figure out if he's an asshole or not before I decide to waste anytime on him" she says while lacing up her shoes. 

"Promise me you'll tell him tonight?" she asks and lifts up her hood, getting ready to shield herself from the pouring rain outside. I nod my head reluctantly, that being way more progress than I've made for the past few weeks since I found out. "I promise" I utter under my breath and she smiles, pulling me in for a bone crushing hug. 

"Text me if you need me" she says, worried for what might happen but hoping for the best. "I will...thanks" I whisper and she nods her head before walking out of my door and turning slightly and waving to offer me one last farewell.

I close the door after I see her get into her car and lean my back up against it, steadying myself for a second and taking deep breaths, trying to stop my racing heartbeat before pushing off of it and tidying up before Jungkook gets here to distract myself. 

Sam has been the only one I've been able to count on and honestly the only person I can trust since I haven't told anyone else. She was the one I called when I missed my period and she's the one who brought me a pregnancy test...and then when out and bought me ten more because I couldn't actually grasp the concept that I was pregnant...am pregnant.

Jungkook and I have always been careful and taken all the necessary steps to keep this from happening but I guess we got careless this time. 

Through out this whole arrangement we've made it very clear to each other that we're not sleeping with anyone else but neither of us are looking for any sort of commitment either so that's why this has gone on for so long. 

Like it or not though we're going to be committed to each other in one way or another no matter what because I'm keeping this baby. No matter what he says I'm keeping them. 

Jungkook is my best friend, the one person who has been there for me through everything. He's seen me at all of my highest highs and especially at my lowest lows and no matter what he's never made me feel shitty about it. I know he's not the kind of guy that'll turn on you because of something like this but I can't help but still feel terrified. 

This wasn't supposed to happen but even if this child wasn't made with love from his side...it was made with love from mine. 

I don't know how long it's been since I fell in love with him but I know I shouldn't have said yes to this whole fuck buddy ordeal. I just couldn't stand the thought of him being with someone else so when he offered up the idea I said yes.

I figured that if this was a way to prevent him from getting his heart broken by all those sorry excuses of girlfriends he's had in the past then I guess I'll be okay with breaking mine.

He's been acting different lately though. He's been a lot touchier, asking to come over more often, going out of his way to help me with things, offering to feed me all the time and all of it is making me feel like he already knows. 

Does he know? Have I started showing already? I haven't really noticed a difference in my body yet but he looks at me naked a lot more often than I pay attention to myself naked so I mean I guess he could've noticed right? 

Only one way to find out though...

A half an hour later I hear him take out his keys and unlock my door and soon I'm greeted with a smile that tugs at my heartstrings. 

"Hi baby" he says, using that pet name he's become very fond of since this whole ordeal started. The sound of it after finding out I'm pregnant with his baby has made me a little uncomfortable though since I haven't told him yet. 

Don't get me wrong I love it when he calls me that but I can't help but think that if this goes south that he won't ever call me that again. 

Maybe the hormones have started to scramble my brain already because those uncomfortable feelings are quickly thrown away when I take in the sight of him after he shrugs off his rain coat. A simple black baggy hoodie and jeans engulf his form and the comfy sight just makes me want to curl up in bed with him and forget about everything and everyone.

Just him and I, it's always been him and I. I just don't know if this little one is going to change things. 

I place a hand on my stomach for a second as a way to gain some strength from my itty bitty baby before finally working up the courage to greet him.

"Hi" I greet him softly, walking over to where he's stopped to take off his shoes and when he looks back up at me he smiles again and kisses me. I sigh into it, savoring it for just a little bit longer and when it finally breaks he looks down at me with concern now written all over his face. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, sensing that something's off right away from the just the small change in the way I kissed him. I hesitate for a second then simply hold out my hand for him to take and he does, following behind me as I lead him over to my couch. 

Getting this over with sooner rather than later is my best option right now so there's no reason to delay. 

He needs to know, he deserves to know.

We sit there in silence, longer than he would like us to since I can tell how tense his body has gotten in a matter of minutes. "Y/n you're scaring me" he whispers, not wanting to pressure me but relaying his feelings. 

I take a couple more deep breaths before finally starting. "I need you to listen to me and I need you to please not speak until I'm finished" I say while looking down at my lap, not being able to meet his eyes. 

He murmurs a soft 'okay' and waits for me to continue, taking one of my hands and placing it in his lap. He needs some form of physical contact to keep him grounded since he's not too sure what to expect and I let him, knowing I need some reassurance too. 

Even if I don't know what his reaction is gonna be, in this moment I need it more than ever.

"I guess there's really no right way to go about saying this because this wasn't supposed to happen so I'm just gonna come out and say it..." I start off and he squeezes my hand, encouraging me to keep going. 

"I missed my period...over a month ago...and I haven't had it since then" I say and finally look up at him where he has an unsure expression. It's not one that's mad or disappointed with what I've said thus far which is a good thing but more like he's trying hard to hold himself back so he can keep that promise. 

His hold on my hand hasn't loosened, in fact it's gotten even tighter and that gives me hope that we'll work this out so I take another deep breath before continuing. 

"I tried to kid myself into thinking that it was late but when another week passed by I got nervous. I asked Sam to get me a test and it came out positive. I didn't believe it and thought it was a false positive and so to ease my mind she went a bought ten more from a bunch of different brands and...all of them came out positive" I say and he still looks at me with that same expression, waiting for me to give him the okay to speak and so I do. 

"How long have you known?" are the first words out of his mouth and although they're not negative they aren't necessarily positive either. "About a month now" I say and he nods his head, taking another second or two to formulate what he's gonna say next. 

"I'll support you no matter what you decide" he says and I let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding in. "I wanna keep it" I say and he nods his head and smiles softly at first and then as the seconds go by it gets wider and wider making my heart beat faster. 

"Am I allowed to get excited now?" he whispers and I can't help but chuckle as tears start to prickle my eyes and give him a nod. "You're excited?" I say, my whole being slowly overcome with emotion. 

"How could I not be?" he scoffs playfully but that answer has me confused. "But Jungkook we're not together. I mean we're not in a relationship, we're just friends" I explain and there's a playful glint in his eyes after I say that that's making me even more nervous.

"You wanna know what I thought you were gonna tell me?" he offers up, slightly changing topics but I look at him in a way to urge him to continue. "I thought you were gonna break up with me" he says and I smile, "Jungkook we're not together. How could I break up with you?" I chuckle in disbelief. 

"Correction, I thought you were gonna break up with me before I even got the chance to ask you to be my girlfriend" he says with a grin and my jaw drops, the dots all connecting as to why he's been acting so different lately. "You were gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?" I utter quietly as if we were in a crowed room and I had a secret for just the two of us.

"I had actually planned on asking you tonight" he explains, walking over to where he had placed his backpack on the floor, taking out a bouquet of slightly squished flowers. "Sorry they're all beat up. I forgot and rode my bike over here so I didn't really have any other option but to put them in there" he says almost as if he was nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and it's then that I notice how pink his ears have gotten. 

He is nervous

I take them from him and smile, waiting for him to say it but he simply stands there and admires me and I can't help but laugh. "What so funny? I told you what happened to them" he utters through pouty lips which only makes me laugh more. "No, no it's not the flowers it's just that...don't you have something to say?" I ask, calming down my chuckles and when he looks at me with the same confused expression I have to try my hardest to keep the laughter at bay. 

"Do you have something you would like to ask me Jungkook" I rephrase it and after a second his lips go from a pout to the shape of an 'O' as he's figured it out. "Oh um, yeah, right. Well I um" he starts off, rubbing the back of his neck again while stuttering and trying to find the words and after struggling for a second I decide to poke fun at him again. 

"Jungkook I am literally carrying your child and you're too afraid to ask me to be your girlfriend?" I laugh, giving him a slight reality check which he scoffs at before responding. 

"I was trying to remember what I had rehearsed to say to you but now that you're being a little brat I guess you'll never get to know all the nice things I was gonna say" he retorts, his voice suddenly taking on a darker tone that sends a shiver through my body and he smirks when he sees my reaction to it. 

He cups my face and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, making them part and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops just shy of my lips. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he whispers, nudging his nose against mine and making me smile. 

"I'll have to think about that" I play coy with him which he chuckles at. "You know if you weren't pregnant right now I would have thrown you over my lap for that smart mouth" he warns and I smile before leaning in and kissing him for just a second before pulling back. 

"Yes I'll be your girlfriend" I say and nudge my nose against his as well and before I can register it my back is on the couch and his lips are pressed against mine, the kiss not rushed but full of so many words that have yet to be said and he gives in, not being able to hold it in anymore.

"I love you" he says, pulling back and looking down at me to see my expression which is completely dumbfounded to say the least. "You what?" I ask and he chuckles, "Is it really that hard to believe?" he points out and I guess now that I think about it it really isn't.

"I guess we've both been in love with each other for a while now huh?" I smile and his eyes light up at my round about confession. "Say it" he says, and I can feel my cheeks heating up. I hadn't planned on actually saying those three words to him even though I've felt them for so long but I don't want to hold them back anymore. 

"I love you" I whisper and he smiles, "Say it again" he repeats, clearly not believing it just yet. "I love you Jungkook" I say and the little switch up with attaching his name to the end darkens his gaze. "I guess there's no chance in me getting you pregnant a second time right now huh?" he asks, sliding his hand up my thigh and I giggle. 

"No I think that's pretty much impossible but the odds are never zero" I say and he rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to tell you that I wanna hit it raw" he states the obvious while rolling his eyes. "I know I know...and the answer is yes Daddy" I tease, testing to see how that word affects him now that he knows.

He tongues his cheek at that making me bite my lip, knowing that's gonna be even more of a trigger word for him from now on. "Daddy huh? Well I guess that title is a little more fitting now isn't it?" 

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Hello! Yesterday (the 20th) was my 17th birthday, and I wanted to know how the house wardens would celebrate the reader's birthday. Feel free to ignore if you have done this in the past or don't feel like doing this one, no pressure!

How each of the housewardens celebrate your birthday hcs

Housewardens x GN!reader

CW: none just some short and fluffy headcanons, could be read as platonic or romantic

A/N: going to admit this is way shorter and way goofier than my usual stuff but we deserve a lil fun around here okay, I got to this a lil late lol but I get to post it on Kalims birthday so yay also happy late birthday anon I hope you enjoy (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Riddle Rosehearts

*Riddle knows every birthday so of course that includes you. He was the first to wish you a happy birthday. Of course in typical Riddle fashion he was as formal and respectful as could be even if it was just a happy birthday.

* Riddle was in charge of setting up your party, it would be out of tradition if you didn't hold a party correct? So of course he set up a birthday party for you like he would an unbirthday party.

* He definitely makes sure everything is according to your liking and preferences no exceptions. He wants everything to go smoothly just for you and your big day. He even helped bake the cake with Trey (he got kicked out of the kitchen)

*Genuinely was stumped on what to give you and he even went to Cater for help. Thankfully his cheerful upperclassmen knew what might peak your interest.

* Riddle is all about rules so now you have to awkwardly sit as he has everyone sing you happy birthday because rules are rules. Sevens bless your soul

Leona Kingscholar

*Doesn't make a huge deal and throws you a casual "Happy Birthday" Doesn't mean he won't make you feel special by any means. It's your day and he'll make sure you enjoy it.

* Leona is the kind of guy who pretends to forget your birthday then brings in your gift immediately after. Speaking of gifts Leona isn't one to care enough to flex his money he won't get you anything super expensive but instead something that really means something to you.

*He won't throw you anything big like a party but he'll definitely hang around you all day "just cus" He'll offer to go out on the town or just to chill out in his dorm. Stealing you away from those loud mouths and giving you some peace and quiet. That's what he claims anywho.

*He's overall casual about it as he is most things but he still wants you to feel loved and appreciated so he does all the small things that'll make your day any better.

*A nice nap would be nice right? Come on relax you deserve it. Dragging you down to nap with him later in the evening.

Azul Ashengrotto

* Azul would try and offer you something nice either that being having the tweels be your personal butlers for the day(depending on Floyd's mood this Is either hell or a fun lil field trip) or he'll allow you to host a party at monstro longue free of charge. Not everything he does is for personal gain.

* Azul o sweet Azul had already planned out your present in advance. Deep behind his persona we all know he's just an awkward guy, he'd be so embarrassed and would feel a bit guilty if he didn't get you something you 100% liked. Thank you Jade for the research

*Constantly checking on you and everything going on because he has a reputation to uphold people!!(He just wants you to have a good birthday shhh)

Kalim Al Asim

*A big party.It's Kalim and what's one thing Kalim is known for? Parties, trust and believe he's going all out despite if you like big patties or not. He puts way too much time into planning it but at least you know he cares. It's like the complete opposite of Leona. Anything but chill and casual.

*He gives you way too many expensive gifts, could you even accept these? So much gold...damn nepo baby You're grateful nonetheless.

*Kalim makes sure Jamil makes all your favorite foods. He even offered to help but Jamil immediately shoots dow the idea of him being in the kitchen while he's working.

*Malik is following you around all day like a puppy he just wants to spend time with you honestly. It is your special day after all

*Magic carpet ride. Why? Because he wants to show you a whole new world (wink wink nudge nudge). Plus the sky is the best place to see the sunset. It'll be something to relax after a very hyper birthday.

Vil Schönheit

*You honestly think Vil forgot your birthday because he was so unusually quiet that it was until Rook is dragging you into a part of Pomefiore you haven't seen before and. SURPRISE!

*You didn't take Vil as one for surprises but here he is. A surprise birthday party just for you. Vil tells you to relax that he'll handle everything.

*Vil kinda guy to give you one of those gift baskets for your birthday and I've been standing of this thought since forever. Its full of your favorite things...and his skin care products.

*I also like the Idea of Vil treating you to a Spa day for your birthday. Again just relax and let Vil take care of you.

Idia shroud

*It takes so much effort for Idia to go outside and tell you happy birthday in person that's a birthday present in itself. He was just going to shoot you a happy birthday text and have Ortho give you the present he got you for him but he likes you too much so he supposed he could tell you in person...

*He is so awkward when giving you his gift you basically had to just take it from him because he was so scared you wouldn't like it or it wasn't going to be good enough. But he's so smug when you tell him you like it. Of course you'd like he Idia knows his player 2 more than anyone (he was terrified)

*On how he'd actually celebrate your birthday, he'd realistically do something super chill and preferably just the two of you like a movie night or just gaming. He's spending time with you regardless.

*He tries really hard to make it super special even if you two don't do much.

Malleus Draconia

*Malleus is so dramatic about your birthday. He's not Kalim dramatic but he almost gets there. There's no big party or anything but he's all over you.

*Like if he could actually work a phone like a normal person you'd get a text the second it strikes midnight with a really dramatic happy birthday text.(That or an ominous ass gif ) I Instead he's knocking at your window just to say happy birthday.

*A Picnic for your birthday is just so cute and simple and I think it's a Malleus thing to do. He'd do more but he was going over things with Lilia and according to this is the most tame thing on that list.

*Gift wise I think he'd give you a gem of some kind. He's a dragon fae and I feel like he'd give you something shiny like that as a birthday gift.

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[boobertronian]

Backstage Fun

Nayeon & Jihyo x 10 Strangers

Didn't intend to do this one but ended up doing it anyway

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 6786 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!

“Man tomorrow is our last day at the concert! This tour is draining!”

“You can say that Unnie! I can’t wait to get home and sleep !! Man my house is so messy now I haven’t clean it properly in months …”

“At least you like to clean … I don’t…”

“Yeh … I'm tired too unnie, hopefully after this we’ll have our REAL break, I wanna get back to my usual routines”

“Yup. Not gonna lie but I know our fans are supportive and all and I appreciate it, but performing non stop is so tiring . I wanna do some fun besides … just performance and move around the states."

“I second. Maybe we should do something after tomorrow before we head back to Korea. What do you have in mind?"

“I don’t know. Honestly, my mind is blank. We can walk around the street? Try some food? But not sure how much we can do in only few hours before flight."

“Huh … yeh … sounds quite impossible… maybe we’re just gonna do the same thing like we usually do.”

“Actually… speaking about walk around… earlier during our concert I saw an empty space behind this stage, not sure what that place is but looks pretty big . “

“Really? Wait … I think i saw that one too. Is it behind those huge props over there?“

“That’s the one! You wanna go check that out?"

“Well since right now we’re on a bit break so yeh why not?"

Nayeon and Jihyo rise up from the dressing room and quickly go to the place. They discover a giant empty space a bit further from the stage, sitting between the parking lots .

“Now this is odd, a space with nothing here, and … doesn’t seem like anyone will pass around here, maybe the security guards and some staffs but looks pretty empty for real “

“Yeh, so … that’s it? We come all the way here and … nothing happened lol. Welp I guess we’ll have to go back unnie, don’t want the girls wait “

“Actually… Jihyo… I have an idea… of fun … if you wanna try lol .Unless you’re not so it’s fine “

“So … what do you have in mind unnie? I'm willing to hear?"

Nayeon then starts to explain everything of her idea to Jihyo, they were starting to get exited.

“Oh ho ho unnie that’s brilliant! Well, i guess we’ll have to use up that time then .It might be the most fun we’ll have this tour.”

The two both hurry back to the stage and finish the rest of their concerts.

The next day…

“ONCE! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING HERE AND ENJOYING OUR PERFORMANCES!! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! WE’RE HOPING TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN!!! HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!!! AND ONCE AGAIN VERY THANK YOU!!!"

As Twice finish their concerts, Jihyo and Nayeon, hurry back to the dressing room and say goodbye to everyone.

“Hey girls! Me and Nayeon unnie gonna have to go somewhere a bit before heading to the airport! I'll see you all there ok? Don’t be late! Everyone did a great job today!!"

“Oh … ok? Nayeon-Unnie and Jihyo please take care!!"

“We will !! See you girls at the airport!"

As the rest of Twice and their managers, security crews left, the rest of the stadium also wrapped up their chores. Jihyo and Nayeon, waiting for the last person of the area to leave, they then dress up in their solo concert outfit again, doing some light makeup along the way.

“Jihyo you sure we’re all that’s left at this place?"

“Yepppp! I asked all those security guys that we bribed earlier today! They’re sure of it! So, time to proceed to our plans!"

“Let’s gooo!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon, in their outfits, walks fast to that empty space. In front of them are 4 security guards dress in black, wearing shades and earphones on.

“Hey guys! You remember our deals? No one will be allowed to go back here and nothing will interrupt this ok?"

“And make sure it’s all a secret? Nothing will spill out from you guys?"

“Yes Ma’am! Thank you for paying us that much! Must’ve been the highest payments ever for us! But yes, nothing will get out of this place without us noticed or anything will be slip from us too!"

“Good! How about you guys let us in and deliver “the packages”?"

“They will be here in 15 min ma’am! We won’t fail you! So please come in!"

As Jihyo and Nayeon enter the place, the guards lock the doors.

“Step 1 done! I'm excited unnie!"

“Me too! I'm glad you’re in this together with me Jihyo, only you can actually get on with this.”

“Unnie, I feel like we’re all adults and we’re just having fun, we won’t have much chances like this so again, why not haha!”

“Now that’s the spirit! Oh here they come!"

The four guards open the doors, they let around ten people in, each have a black cover on their faces and a bracelet with red lights on their wrists.

“Ma’am, we delivered the packages right one time! Please enjoy! We will be out here all night, once everything done, just push that small remotes we gave you earlier and we’ll be here!"

“Awesome! We’ll send you some more tips afterwards!”

“You’re too kind Ma’am! Have fun!"

As the guards remove the black cover on the people’s face, they quickly close the doors, leaving the guys and our two idols alone in the big empty space.

“Okay the hell is going on?! Who are you guys!? And … why the hell are we here?!” One yelled out.

“Beats me! I don’t even know why the heck are we here?"

“ I was at a bar and somehow I got here? Like wtf man is this kidnapping?"

“And … who are you girls? Like … why the hell are we here? Who are you?"

"Hello! Do you guys recognize us?"

“ like hell we do? Who are you two? Some sort of rich kids?"

“And why drag us here? Those big ass dudes back there scare the hell out of me!"

“Yeh! Why are we gathering here? Some sort of … wait… are we being sold to some rich people or are we in some sort of Squid Game shit?"

Nayeon and Jihyo then laugh out loud

”Oh no no! We’re not those people! Not at all! We’re … singers and dancers! I'm Ji and this is Nay! We’re sorry if the guards are looking quite scary but you’re here for a purpose! And that purpose only available tonight!"

“Huh? What the? Singers? Dancers? Uh … why drag us to this random ass place? Are you nuts? And what sort of purpose?”

“Yeh … like seriously.. I have things to do back home so … make it quick yo!"

“I guess you guys can’t be patient so we’ll just tell! So me and Ji here we’re gonna dance and sing to you guys! If you can “last” through our performance, we’ll give you a big treat!"

“Yes! And I think you’re gonna like it!"

“Yeah yeah whatever… let’s get this over with! Jesus christ, must be some rich ass parents want to torture us with their kids weird antics!"

“Alright you two … do whatever.. then let us leave. Not like we have anywhere to go.”

“We’ll start! Enjoy!"

Jihyo and Nayeon turn on the music and start dancing. At first, they’re using their Twice songs and choreo and try to hook the guys, but they don’t seem interested.

��Ok wth is this music? Like what are they singing?”

“Idk man … but … somehow I kinda like it!"

“I don’t… like … sounds so noisy . Let’s hope they end this quick so we can go “

Seeing the guys being disappointed and disinterested, Jihyo and Nayeon wink to each other for some cues.

They then start to add some spicier dances, grabbing their tits, slap their asses, curve their bodies in exaggerated movements.

“Ohhh … huh .. so they’re… strippers?"

“Don’t know … but I'm starting to like this.“

“Yeh that chick with the leather looks hot though and the other girl looks kinda cute.”

“Yeh … guess this ain’t too bad.”

The girls keep on dancing and then, much the to the guy’s surprise, they slowly start to remove their garments and throwing it to the sides.

They uses their hands to move up and down their bodies to slowly peel off their panties and waving their butts to the guys, flashing their pussies and asses.

“Ohhhh hoo … niceee!!"

“Damn these chicks … not sure who they are but they know what they’re doing!"

“Damn I wanna grab those!"

Jihyo and Nayeon keep on dancing and remove more of their clothing, with Jihyo removes her top, exposing her big tits, while Nayeon removes her entire lower half, leaving her with her top and leg stockings.

The girls once again do more sexy moves, tease the best parts of their bodies to crowds as they’re cheering up louder .

“Ohhh fuckkk yehhh!!! This is way better than those bar strippers!!!"

“Holy shittt!!! Keep going you two!!"

“Damn yeahhhh!!"

Suddenly, the two stop, turn off the music.

“Wait what??? That’s it!??”

“What the-Why you two stop??”

“Yeh?? We’re in the good parts!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon look at each other and smile, then turn their heads towards the guys with the brightest smile ever

“So … what do you guys think of our performances so far?"

“Well it’s hot! And we want more!"

“Yeah! Come on you two keep going! Y’all doing the best part!"

“Hehe, before we CONTINUE, do you guys still wonder why you end up here?" Nayeon asked.

“Come to think about it yeh, like why the hell are we here? And seriously who are you two again?? Like … are you really singers and dancers?”

“Yes we are! We are actually part of a singer group, and we are very famous!"

“Seriously no clue who you two are but … you’re hot that i can say!"

“That’s good! Which is why you guys are here because you’re not our fans and you don’t know who we are! And we like it! Me and Nay here we’ve been training our entire life for singing and dancing so we’re veterans in our industries!"

“Ok … but again, why are we here ?? You haven’t answer that question this entire time?"

"Hehe, do you see the braces on your wrists?” Jihyo points at her wrists to emphasize as they all look down.

“What the-!?” They start to take them off, but realize they can’t, “Hold on! I can’t seem to take it off!? And what’s with the red light!?” One yells.

“Holy fuck is it some sort of time bomb?!” Another shouts out as they’re all pulling harder.

“Hehe no, they’re trackers actually. The guards put them on you so you won’t be able to go anywhere beside this space. And also, it’s also a timer!" Jihyo explains as some stop trying to pull as the others kept on doing so.

“Trackers?! The fuck are you doing to us!?”

“You going to hunt us?!”

“Please calm down! We won’t be doing anything like that! Let us explain about this DEAL we’re gonna have for you okay? Promise it won’t take long!”

The guys stay silent now.

“So me and Ji here have been on tour for the last few days here! And we … got a bit bored so today we’re planning to have our own fun! As you can see on your hand braces, they’re set for two hours of timing, which meannnnsss…”

The guys look at another and don’t know what to do.

“Which meannsss you guys, in those hours, can do ANYTHING you want with us! You’re very welcome to !! We’re planning this one time DEAL just for this! And, you guys have exactly two hours to do it once we push the buttons here!" Nayeon finishes explaining.

“And … you can have our bodies any way you feel like! We will not hesitate to try with you! As long as you’re all agree that it will be only in two hours! After that, the deal will stop and the guards will help you back to your places! We’re about to leave to the airport to go back to our countries so make it worth our while! What do you think?” Jihyo adds as the guys, eyes widen, mouths open wide while doing their best to collecting their thoughts.

“What the … the fuck did I just hear? You’ll let us … do what?”

“No this-this has to be a trap!”

“Yeah, no way they’re letting us do that!”

“I’m out of here,” one of them turns around

“I’m finding a way out. These two are crazy.”

“This is joke right?”

“No joke! We will let you enjoy fucking our bodies for two hours! Whatever you do up to you! Any sexual desire you want: blowjobs, doggy, anal, anything is possible with us for the next two hours.” Nayeon brings her hand up, making V sign and winks at the guys.

The guys couldn’t get this through their head.

“Hey forget what they’re saying, let’s try to get out.”

“N-no, no this- this sounds like a prank, are there goddamn cameras around here? Or a crew hiding behind somewhere around this dump?”

"Oh no, I don’t wanna wind up on national TV for this!"

“As you can see here, we’re in an empty space and literally this stadium is clear with people, and it’s already midnight so we can very promise you there will be no tricks! No camera no crews, just us! We’re not lying to you and we don’t look forward to end up on national broadcast for this either, this is a TOP SECRET DEAL!“ Jihyo counters as some of the guys are starting to believe this.

“Yes! If there are any cameras or crews, we are betting our entire careers on it! And we’ll take full responsibilities! We don’t want to ruin our reputations either! We worked hard and today we just wanna have our fun! And we just simple hope you guys will enjoy! We hope our little performances convinced you enough but we should really proceed to this phase!"

The guys look at another, but now hearing this, some are turning.

There ain’t no way, if true, they are going to say no on having a full pass from these two, but it is way too good to be.

“Fuck it,” one of them said while stepping forward, “if I’m dying, I’m dying to do this. My life sucks as it is.”

Another speaks out as Jihyo and Nayeon smiles.

“Then come up here, you can either have me or her,” Jihyo points as the same man walks slowly towards them as the others watch.

“He’s going to blow up…I know it…” another speaks out as they watch him approaching near the girls. The man then eyes Jihyo’s breasts and Nayeon’s body up and down.

“Well~ Who will it be?” Nayeon crosses her arms as Jihyo presses her breasts together, rubbing them to entice the man.

That did effectively as he stepped towards Jihyo.

“Course your tits won.” Nayeon grumbles as Jihyo winks at the man.

“Good choice, feel free to do whatever you want with these~” She drops her arms and pushes her chest out as the man gulpes and slowly reaches out.

His hands then move under her breasts as Jihyo giggles at the coldness.

“Woah he’s…he’s actually touching her.”

“Hold on, we can’t be sure it’s safe yet.”

He takes a few seconds and after seeing nothing is happening, the man raises his hands up towards her nipples and begins to tease them as Jihyo moaned softly.

The man goes further and squeezes her boobs harder as Jihyo moans harder as well.

“I-I think it’s safe guys…” Another spoke from the group.

“We told you it’s safe! Now hurry up and touch me ~” Nayeon beckons the others to come.

“You know you can do more than touch~” Jihyo grins as the man in front of her eyes her breasts and back at her as she nods.

‘Fuck it, if I’m dying, I’m dying a happy man!’ He then brings his head lower and grabs one of Jihyo’s nipples to his mouth.

“Oh god…” She combs his hair as he starts to suck on the left and then the right.

“God this feels better.”

“Holy shit…” another male spoke up as one by one, they walked forward.

“I’m heading to the other now!” one started to go at a pace as Nayeon smiled.

“Finally.”

The one with Jihyo was still sucking her tits and then groped her ass hard too as Jihyo moaned louder.

“Oh yeah! Get rough with me~”

Some guys start to stand up and approach the girls.

They’re walking slowly, still being scared of camera pranks, but they can’t resist the urge to touch the two beautiful girls in front of them

“Are you really sure if we touch you …. the braces won’t kill us or anything like that?” One asked as Nayeon nodded.

“Well look at him. He’s not blowing up right? Come on don’t be scared!"

A few guys start to reach their hands onto Jihyo’s abs, some on her other breast as the one guy stopped alternating and sucked on her right one still, while some others touching Nayeon’s legs and tummy.

“See? Nothing happened!”

“Yehhh … but damn wth… your bodies are freakin smooth, soft and tight!!"

“These tits are huge!!"

“And those thighs are so smooth girl! What’s your name again?"

“Nay! She is Ji! You guys can just call us like that!"

“Hey guys!!! They’re fucking awesome!!! Come join us!!"

The guys then all join in by getting closer, as their braces start to turning into green lights, indicating the timers have started.

They’re separating into two groups, half of them are for Jihyo, the other half towards Nayeon.

Their hands hungrily touch, grab and move around the girls body parts like nothing can stop them, which is exactly what the girls wanted from the start.

“Ahh .. yess … exactly like this !! How are you guys feeling?? Yes touch me there more!"

“Hah .. yes… please.. your hands… more over there please!”

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to enjoy it way more than we think!"

“Ahh … well … not like this for sure! Yes please put your hands there!"

“That’s right! Yes … please do it harder!!"

“Guess we’re gonna have to PLEASE you then! We’ll enjoy this !! Ain’t no way we miss out on this!"

The guys then ramp up their lusts and take it further.

For Jihyo, they’re groping her tits, pinching her hard nipples while keeping some hands groping her abs, down to the thickness of her thighs.

The first male then stopped sucking on her tit as another quickly took his spot and another male on the other one, both taking her nipples and sucking hard while she’s moaning.

For Nayeon, the other guys letting their hands running roughly on her tummy, going along her smooth legs.

Some fingers are diving and spreading her pussy lips out, while some grabbing her cute butt cheeks.

The guys continue their actions onto the girls’s bodies.

They don’t know who are these girls, they just don’t care anymore at this point.

All they care are the pleasures and the amounts of sinful things they can unleash onto these beautiful girls, and even better, the girls’s encouragements are a treat for their hungry souls.

Jihyo and Nayeon don’t stay inactive for sure as they find ways to move their hands around the guy’s crotches, reaching for their hardened dicks under the clothes surfaces.

Some even help the girls by pulling their “little friends” out in the air, or just strip down their lower pieces of clothings, whatever they are.

In matter of seconds, the girls now have the chances to witness the numbers of dicks, in different sizes, waiting for them to “explore”.

“Holy … shit, these are nice dicks, we’re in for some treat right Nay?"

“Right on Ji! We’re hitting jackpots!"

“How about you girls taking care of us too? We can’t wait!”

Jihyo and Nayeon lick their lips, and in one go, they both drop down to their knees with dicks pointing at their faces, straightly like pistols.

The idols then go on with their procedure, sucking dicks left and right while giving handjobs to some, don’t care which directions, they just suck them all.

They don’t even go slow either, fast and sloppy, because it’s more exciting that way.

“Ahhh yesss fuckkkk, suck that dick Ji, don’t leave me hanging!"

“Shit, best cock sucking ever Nay! Your lips are amazing!"

“Holy fuckkk!!! Fucking good !! Wanna fuck your tits Ji!"

“Goddamn it Nay! Take that cock!"

Jihyo proceeds to give them titty fuck while still taking on dicks in her mouth.

Her tits squeeze their dicks harshly, making them poking in and out between the crack of her two mounds.

Nayeon on the other hand attempts to give her guys deep throat sessions, the deepest ones she goes in her mouth tonight.

The guys are cheering up, moaning out loudly to the girls like how their fans always cheer out loud for them, but this is way dirtier, full of sexual tensions and lustful desires.

The sessions are going on for around ten minutes, until the guys couldn’t hold themselves anymore.

"Fuckk!!! This shit is too good!"

“Fuck yeh!!! You girls are so amazing!!!"

“Man I’m going to explode from this!"

“We want more girls! Can we? Can we really do whatever the hell we want with you? Can we … really FUCK you girls ??”

“Isn’t that … why we’re all here? Come on guys, Ji and I are here for that pleasure!!” Nayeon confirmed.

The words from the girls are like needles breaking through their awaiting sinful thoughts.

The guys groan out loud, they get rid of their own clothings, throw them away forming piles in different corners.

Their naked selves surround the two pretty idols again, peeling and nearly ripping off the rest of the girl’s garments with their rough hands.

It doesn’t take long for them to finally be all naked, with their bodies being groped and ravaged again by the guys.

Time wasting isn’t an option, the guys then put Jihyo and Nayeon into their desired positions for each of them.

“Heyyy I'll go first you jerk!"

“Eyy man you stay your lane, I'll go first!”

“Fuck that! You dorks stay behind, I'll go!"

“I'll gonna whack you for that, I'll go first!"

“You lusty fuckers, I'll go first!”

All the guys start to argue amongst each other as the two girls sight.

“Hey guys! Don’t fight !! You all will have turns!” Nayeon waved her hands.

“Yes! Please! How about we’ll close our eyes and randomly choose one, then we’ll start from there?" Jihyo thinks of an idea as the others groan.

They take one hand to close their eyes, the other hand is pointing their fingers towards the guy and moving left and right.

After a bit, they stop their fingers at two random guys, making the others yell out in disappointment

“Fuck! I should’ve stay there!"

“Goddamn it! My luck ain’t it today!"

"Hey guys! We won’t stay here this entire night, so please, I don’t think you wanna waste time arguing! We promise you will get your fair turns! Please don’t argue and proceed with our deals! We don’t want you to not enjoy it either!"

“Alright just go with it!"

“Fine !! Let’s go!"

For Jihyo, the guy lets her into a cowgirl position, penetrating his shaft into her opening pussy lips, while the others from her crew surround them while stroking on their “guns”.

For Nayeon, the other guy sets her into all four, penetrating her from behind in her sexy vagina, and of course, her crew also doing the same thing as Jihyo’s crew, surround the two while prepping their “pistols“.

In tandem, the guys start to thrust into the idols.

Jihyo is riding her guy up and down, her tits are bouncing through each thrust and pounces, intentionally making the guys more hype and more aroused.

Nayeon, while a bit less active, letting her guy holding on her slim waists and pound straight to her butt cheeks, leaving ripples from each pounding.

The guys are going harder for them, the girls couldn’t stop leaving their mouths open and moan out like singing their solo songs.

"Fuckkkk Ji! Your pussy is super tight around my dick!!"

“Oh yeh!!! I love it … when your dick goes straight up .. to my pussy!!!"

"Shitttt Nay!!! Your walls are squeezing me!!!"

“Fuck me harder!!! Go harder … please really harder for me!!!"

With that, the guys from each crew are taking their turns fucking the beautiful idols.

Theses are new experiences for both Jihyo and Nayeon, either it’s a slow fuck, or a harsh pounding, letting both on a roller coaster ride of emotions.

Their faces are turning red, their moans are so erotic to the point the guys are losing their patiences, filling their mouths with their dicks one at a time while waiting for their turns in the girls’s other holes, spit roasting Jihyo and Nayeon crazily.

"Fuck!!! Can’t stop pounding you Nay!!!! Suck that dick while I'm pounding ya!!"

"Suck this dick Ji!! Pound that dick harder!!! Bounce your tits harder!!! That’s right!!! We won’t stop!"

“Hahh … yess … fuckk … your dicks are ramming me hard!!!"

“Yesss…god … please fuck me more … I wanna make it wilder please!!"

As requests from the girls, the guys also freely change their positions with them.

Jihyo, back flats to the floor, her legs are being spreaded to both side, as her guys are slamming their dicks into her repeatedly in her tight pussy while letting her grab onto some other’s dick in her pretty lips.

Her tits are still bouncing like no tomorrow, while the guys openly grope them and teasing them for their own pleasures.

Once they’re bored with the position, they lift her up for another new rounds of standing doggy, her ass up in the air while they’re pistoning down to her, leaving her a screaming mess with the most erotic moans she can get.

Nayeon on the other hand, enjoys herself with some new rounds of reverse cowgirl, bouncing her plump butts on top of any guys she can take, hands and mouth pleasing the other dicks like nothing can stop her.

Her pretty face’s expressions and her sensual moans are giving cues to the guys to try something new with her also, pounding her in a side position from behind, with herself feeling both the pleasures and the hard poundings to her crotch.

“Fuckin hell you girls!! You’re really something!!! You’re irresistible!!! Sooo fucking good!!!"

"Holy shit!!! Don’t think we can pull out of ya for long!!! Take our dicks like a real pro!"

"Seriously!!! Whoever you are!!! Fuck!!! You girls must be the best ones we ever get to fuck for sure!!!"

“God … yes… I'm glad … you’re happy!!! I feel so good!!! God you guys fuck me so good!!! Right Nay ?? How … how are you feeling ???”

“God … can’t think!!! Too … too much pleasure!!! So fucking good!!!"

An hour passed by, the sexual acts keep on harder and harder with no signs of stopping.

“Guys!!! I think … we should … use the next hour … our last hour … for something… WILDER !! You can FUCK us both … whichever holes you want … but make it HARDCORE!!"

“YESS!!! Ph fuckk!!! Just stretch our holes guys!!! We only have one more hour!!! Go ballistic on us!!!"

“FUCKIN HELL YEH!!”

And here we go again.

Letting their desires control their actions, the guys discuss with each other a bit.

Then, they get Nayeon and Jihyo, facing each other, then lowering the girls down for another cowgirl ridings.

As the girls are immersed into new rounds of pleasures, looking at their reddish faces while riding hard onto their guys below, the others are prepping them for the final sexual acts they would blow their minds.

The two guys below them start to simultaneously grab onto the girl’s smooth back, pull them towards their chests a bit.

The girls, seemingly understand what will happen, tilt their heads up enough for them to look at each other, crack up a wicked smiled while winking at the same time.

Their faces are sweaty, their cheeks are pinkish red, their eyes are half opened due to the ongoing pleasures.

Their mouths open, breathing in and out with each pumps below them, preparing for the greatest penetrating acts they could ever known.

Two more guys lined up behind each girl.

Their hands and fingers are kneading the girl’s butt cheeks, playing around with them as their fingers make way to the girls’s tightest entrance, moving their index fingers and thumbs over the surfaces, teasing the girls before penetrating them inside.

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to like this!”

“Yeh … man you girls are not hesitant at all!”

“Haa .. yes … we … never tried … not at once … like this! So please!! Do what you want! Fuck our holes!”

“Yess!… We want it! Because of this!! We want it!!! Fuck our tiny holes please!!”

“With pleasure ladies!!”

Using their fingers, the guys slowly penetrate their anal holes one digit at a time, as the girls breathe out fast through the motions.

Once they feel like their holes are quite used to it, they replace their fingers with their long shafts, poking at the girls’s puckered small holes .

With some efforts, the guys penetrate their hard “guns” into Jihyo’s and Nayeon’s pretty anal holes.

Their tightnesses are fighting back at first, but, with some few tries, they’re able to push their entire length into the girls’s crazy warm and tight walls, feeling like the guy’s long length are being wrapped with every inches they enter.

“Fuckkkkkk!!! FUCKKKK!!! Soooo fucking tight!!! Holy fuck my dick is feeling everything!!!”

“Shieeettt!!! Damn it this is the tightest one I’ve been entering!!!!”

“Hahhh … GOD !! Your dicks are entering me!!!"

“OH shiiitt!!! My holes are being doubled!!! Hahhh …. Soooo full!!"

Hearing the girls, the four guys start their sinful acts together, double penetrating the beautiful idols.

Each pair rams their dicks as hard as they can into the beautiful girls, enjoying their warm holes with their thrustings.

No longer want to hold back, they’re fully unleashing their deepest desires, fucking the girls into full oblivion.

“SO FULL!!! FUCKKK !! MY HOLES ARE … SO GOOD!!! WHATEVER YOU DO!!! KEEP FUCKING ME !!!!!"

“ARHHHHHH!!! DON’T STOP!!! AHHH!!! FUCK ME MORE!!! HARDER!!! HARDER PLEASE!!! I FEEL SO FULL!!"

Nayeon and Jihyo’s scream are so loud the doors can barely contain their noises.

Outside, the guards, while still standing and mingling on their phones, have to look back towards the concealed entrances while smiling at each others.

“Damn lol, these ladies are wild haha!”

“Man, I was surprised they requested us for this lol, I guess they’re more than meets the eyes haha! Oh I just quoted Optimus Prime haha.”

“Well I don’t care, it’s their lifestyles, I don’t judge. Besides I’ve been with other celebrities before and they were either this crazy or even more but man, these ladies are probably the nicest ones I’ve ever worked with!”

“Hell yeh dude, they paid us like five times the salaries we’re getting! Shit I'm doing everything if I'm getting paid like this! They’re so nice to us unlike some douches or spoiled brats we used to work with, man those were fucking annoying.“

“Fuck yeh me too, gonna buy myself a new car! And a goddamn new PC! Can’t wait to get off this job and laying low.”

“That’s right! Man, I'm so glad we’ve met them, heck, they can ask me to do any shit they want, they’re so nice and polite! Heck, I wished I was their guards in the first place, must’ve been nice.”

The guards keep on chatting and giggling outside.

While back to the empty space, our beautiful idols are happily being ravaged by a bunch of strangers, without knowing the girl’s real identities.

No one ,even their group members, their staffs and managers, or their lovely fans could know that their beautiful idols are enjoying sexual acts with multiple men, in their own consents.

Probably the most shocking news of this is this event being spilled out to the press and media.

Jihyo and Nayeon are having the time of their lives, being double penetrated and taking turns from the guys.

Their minds are completely blurred with pleasures. Their bodies are being handled in ways they couldn’t imagine, but that’s what they want, that’s what they need to get out of the repetitive boredom of concert travelings .

From having the guys fuck their holes in reverse double penetrating positions, to being lifted up in either both legs or one leg tiptoeing, nonetheless their holes are being fucked and filled in without any delays.

“ARHHHH YESS!!! Fuck us like this more please!!!"

“My holes!!! They’re soooooooo fulllkk arhhhhhh!!"

“Can’t stop enjoying our dicks aren’t you girls? Oh well, HERE COMES MORE OF THEM!!"

The guys are also completely giving in to their wicked thoughts, treating the girls bodies just as they like, without any signs of holding back.

Their dicks are finding full ecstasy inside the beautiful idols’s tight holes, making them moan, scream, or lustfully laughing out .

The girls show no signs of being “defeated“, the sexual acts right now are their ways of destress, at some point making the guys wonder if these girls are actually singers or someone else entirely.

“FUCKKKK!!! MY HOLES ARE SO FULL OF DICKS !!!!! FUCKKKKKK!!! NO WAY YOU GUYS … I … I WANT MORE!!! NAY DO YOU SEE THIS ??? I’M SO … I CAN’T STOP MYSELF!!! FEELING TOO FUCKING GREAT!!"

“I CAN’T STOP MYSELF EITHER JI!!! I CAN’T STOP ME!!! ME LIKEY … LIKEY SO MUCH!!! OH FUCKKK!!! MORE AND MORE PLEASE!!!"

The guys are making sure every positions for the girls, they would either do them facing each other or side by side, making the tensions and somewhat “competitions” more compelling and fascinating.

The girl’s holes are being stretched and gaped, their bodies full of sweats, some parts of their limbs are even having handprints.

Their mouths and hands are busy left and right, doing their best occupying the dicks from inside them and to their sides.

But they don’t seem to mind at all.

They only care on how much satisfaction they can get from the amount of dicks onto them.

As a result, their squirts are nothing but a culmination of full delights from their hard-line intercourses.

Time is slowly running out. Seeing the guys are close to reach their final climaxes, the girls are giving them signs to surround them like how they start, with them kneeling down in between the circle of guys, heads are tilting up, mouth open, waiting for the final explosions.

Their pretty faces are enough to make the guys feeling the pumps in their dicks, urging to burst out in any moment now.

“Cannot hold it anymore!!! GIRLS !! Take our cum!!!"

“Fuck yeh!!! Gonna give you huge loads!!!"

“GONNA CUMM!!! Gonna fucking cummm!!!"

“That’s it!!! Cum on us!!! GIVE US YOUR FINAL BLOW!!! End this with a HUGE BANG!!"

“Yes!!! MAKE A MESS ON US !! Do it guys!!! BLOW THEM OUT ON US!!! Make sure to give us your loads!!! We wanna remember tonight with some great selfies!!! SO DO IT!!! REALLY GIVE US THE CUM!!"

The moment finally comes, the guys shoot out their huge and thick strands of cum onto their beautiful sex partners.

Their cum increase one after another, flying straight onto the idols, either hitting Jihyo’s beautiful face, onto her massive tits, or hitting Nayeon’s sexy lips, cute twin tails or on their naked tummies.

It only takes a few seconds for the girls to be fully covered and painted with cum all over their bodies.

Their entire features are now being stained with cum, with the girls are now looking like abstract artworks in museums.

As the last guys finishes their ejaculations, the arm braces finally shut down their lights, signaling the end of the session.

Within seconds, the four guards open the doors, accompanying them are a group of cleaners dressing up in black protectives outfits akin to medical suits, entering the space without saying anything.

The male members, along with the guards, pick up each guys from the group, clean them up with their specialized sanitizer tanks, dress up their tired bodies like how they came in.

On the other corners, Jihyo and Nayeon, in their tired self, their body sore and their holes are throbbing, doing their best selfies together in both lewd and cute positions, with themselves still covered in thick cums.

The members of the cleaning team then help them form up makeshifts foldable bathroom stalls, help the girls clean up from their “sexual displays and evidences”.

Some minutes pass by, the girls are already back in their casual clothing states, with no sigh of any previous sexual activities, while guys are once again having their eyes and faces being hidden in black covers, with the guards and male cleaners drag them away.

The girls, while still tired,are slowly walking out of the room, let the rest of the cleaning crew do their parts, and at the end, the empty space is being cleaned to the very corners, leaving no trace of the sinful acts happened just two hours ago.

As Jihyo and Nayeon finally walk out of the stadium, there are many cars waiting for them outside.

As the last minute of nice gestures, the girls give out envelopes to each member of the cleaning crews, as they and the guards all bow to the girls, with the two bow back in returns .

The group of people then separate into different ways and disappear through the night, without the world knowing about the night time debacle.

As Jihyo and Nayeon, in their cars resting onto the seats, giggling and chatting about their “adventures”in small voices, suddenly they receive a message from both their phones :

" Hello Ma’am, or should I say Miss Nayeon and Miss Jihyo. I'm the representative of the four guards accompanied you tonight, we want to do our last report for you before we finally leave you to your lovely days ahead: as promised from our deals, we delivered the “packages“ back to where they came from, safe and sound, with of course some warnings and measures for them to make sure they will never ever speak out or spill out anything about tonight.

We can make sure of that for you so please don’t be worry, we have a lot of experiences in this matter. As for payments, we can’t thank you enough for the opportunities, as this is a life changing moment for us, and we’re forever grateful to you ladies.

This message will be the last time you will ever heard from us four, as this number will be disabled as soon as you leave the country.

We hope that one day we can tend to your needs once more.

Thank you for everything and goodbye, may you live well and prosper.

Your guards,

Leo - Raph - Donny - Mikey "

The two finish reading and look at another and nod.

They shall remember them.

As they arrive t the airport, they finish their process at immigration and catch up with the rest of the staff and members.

“Nayeon- unnie!!! Jihyo!!! We’re here!!” Sana raises her hand and waves as the two walked towards them.

“Hey girls!!!! We’re finally here!!! Sorry for the delay!!!! We got you some snacks and food!!! You’re all good? Nothing missing?” Jihyo promptly asks

“We double-checked just in case. We thought you stuck in traffic jam.”

“Good. Sorry Jihyo and I lost track of time but it was pretty exciting!!!”

“Oh really? Where did you two go?" Jeongyeon questions as Jihyo looks at Nayeon, the eldest is smiling back as the leader turns to the rest.

“Once we go back home, it’ll be story time, you’re gonna LOVE IT!"