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sometimesanalice · 1 year

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Leave a Light On {vol. i}

Summary: When Bradley had given you a key to his place, what he probably didn’t expect was to find you there at 2 am sitting at the piano you’d helped him find.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 7k

Warnings: lots of pining and yearning (Minors DNI)

(this was the story I was working on back in January, before the 'Like I Can' series and anything else on my masterlist. I'm so excited to share it with you all! This will be a 2-part series.)

When Bradley had given you a key to his place, you imagine he probably thought you’d check on his plants every now and then. That you’d pop by to give them a quick water and then be on your way.

Maybe that you’d take the Bronco out for a quick spin, so that his baby it didn’t sit there too long going unused. You were one of a very small handful of people he trusted to drive his most prized possession. There was something special about being behind the vintage wheel with the sun on your face as you cruised along the highway, even if it wasn’t the same without him sitting there smiling next to you.

He’d already put his mail on hold with the USPS, but you knew that he knew he could count on you to rescue any stray package that might slip through the cracks and make its way to the front door of his charming craftsman bungalow.

What he probably didn’t expect was for you to be there sometime past 2 AM sitting on the creaky bench of the old, but well-loved, piano that you had helped him to find.

You should be tucked away under the comforter of your own bed, in your own room, at your own place.

Instead, your fingers are navigating over the black and ivory keys trying, yet again, to make it through a tricky passage on a song that you’ve spent the better part of the last three months trying to perfect.

He was coming home soon and you couldn’t wait to hold him, to love him, to surprise him.

Each time he leaves, it gets a little easier to miss him. You wear your longing like a locket rather than an albatross around your neck, always there but easier to bear.

Rooster had a way of filling a space in a way you’ve never experienced before. His larger than life charisma was one of the first things that had caught your attention, followed by that damn smile of his.

He was always humming in the kitchen.

Or whistling in the car.

Or playing the piano to decompress after a long day.

Or listening to something on his mom’s refurbished record player.

His presence always so tangible and warm, like a blanket pulled fresh from the dryer. With Bradley around, you could wrap yourself up in the sheer comfort of him.

And when he was gone, it was the quiet that you struggled with the most. A constant reminder of just how far away he was. No texts or calls or voice memos throughout the day. No little everyday sweet somethings that let you know he was thinking of you.

The sound of silence followed you everywhere. Its heavy companionship making itself known regardless of how loudly you sang along to his favorite songs on the playlist he had made you or how many times you played through the song you were learning just for him.

You had grown up in the silence, you knew it well.

Parents who stayed together because it was easier than splitting the house and sharing the kid. And on the rare occasions it wasn’t quiet, it was loud. The kind that was inescapable regardless of how much you buried under the covers or how far you tucked yourself away in the corner of the backyard.

Until one day the glossy, satin walnut upright piano appeared along the wall in your barely used dining room. And then it soon became your favorite way to cover the quiet and to mask the loud.

Looking back on it now, maybe your parents had wanted something to fill the silence too.

The hours and hours of lessons you and Bradley had both been forced to sit through as children was something that the two of you had bonded over pretty early on. And while he had kept up with playing, it was something that had fallen to the wayside in your life. First with school, then with a career, and now with purposeful avoidance.

There was once a time when reading sheet music had come as easily to you as reading a book. And then one day, they were just a bunch of random dots scattered in between and across five lines on a piece of paper.

There was once a time when you didn’t even need to look down to know where your fingertips were flying to. And then one day, all your fingers could do was stumble and trip over the keys as you winced at the dissonance it created.

And when Rooster had learned about your mutual musical upbringing, he had made it his personal mission to try and get you to play something for him. He was so sweet, so sincere in the way he’d ask you, all big brown eyes and hopeful smiles.

It had always made your chest tight to brush him off. It was something he clearly wanted to share with you, but that part of you ached like a phantom limb. You didn’t know what would be worse embarrassing yourself or disappointing him with your lack of skill when it was something that you used to be so proud about.

It was easy to dodge him at first during nights out at the Hard Deck with your understandable Not with all these people here’s to your practical Mozart would just bring the vibes down’s to your evasive Maybe next time’s.

And when his polite requests were met with empty answers, he took it a step further.

One night in his bed, the curtains fluttering as the sea breeze mingled with his sandalwood scent, he’d whispered into your heated skin, “I’ll get you to play something for me one of these days. Maybe I just need to find the right form of bribery.”

His teasing innuendo juxtaposed deliciously with the deliberate touch of his fingers and tongue as he’d played your body to a perfect crescendo.

It reached a point where you couldn’t stomach to see the dejection in his eyes, the hurt he tried so hard to hide when you’d deny him yet again, that you had to own up to your closely guarded secret.

The confession had whooshed out of you in one breath, leaving you feeling deflated and defeated afterwards.

When you eventually mustered the courage to look at him, he’d been wearing the softest look of understanding on his face, as if he could sense the toll it took to admit the loss of that part of yourself. Then he gathered you in his lap and held you, all while the tears of frustration simmered behind your tightly squeezed eyes.

And when he offered to help remind how to read that language without words, to help you remember the letters of the keys beneath your fingers, it had made your heart hurt a little less.

You weren’t ready then, not like you are now.

But nothing gave you as much pleasure as it did to watch Rooster seated in front of the well-worn and well-played upright piano of Penny’s at the Hard Deck. There was nothing more exhilarating than seeing him in his element so at home on the bench, scuffed and scratched from performers of the past, as he shared that part of himself with everyone in the bar.

He made it look so easy. So damn effortless. His thick fingers flying purposefully over the keys as he played from memory. His joyous enthusiasm electrifying and substantial enough to get the whole bar singing along with him.

It always drew him a lot of attention.

How could it not? He was magnetic on a bad day and captivating the rest of the time. And entirely too handsome for his own good.

Interested eyes, curious eyes, hungry eyes followed him around more often than not after an impromptu performance.

However, those brown eyes of his were always set on you.

Never wavering, never straying from you as he’d weave his way poco a poco, little by little, back through the packed bar. Handing out high-fives to people on autopilot as he passed by to return back to your side. Glistening with the sweat he worked up and grinning widely as he’d greet you with a How’d I do, sweetheart?. Those big, capable hands sliding around your waist, in the back pocket of your jeans, under your top to rest on your low back.

The two of you never stuck around for long after he wrapped up. You didn’t mind helping him find ways to put that excess adrenaline to good use. Usually in the backseat of the Bronco.

You’ll never forget the first time Bradley serenaded you. The song meant for you and you alone.

If someone were to cut into that soft, pink part of your brain, you’re pretty sure they would find that memory pressed there like flowers between the pages of a book. Forever apart of you.

It was the song that always took you right back to that little vinyl shop along the pier. And back to that date that had almost derailed it all.

When Rooster had picked you up to take you to dinner all those months ago, he had seemed a bit antsy and absentminded.

Sure, he had gotten out of the Bronco to come fetch you like a gentleman, instead of sending some half-assed Here text like your ex had been fond of doing. You thought for sure he’d be hustling you back inside after he caught a glimpse of what you were wearing once you opened your front door to greet him.

So you were surprised when he’d simply pressed a dry kiss to your cheek and escorted you to his car with a hand placed respectfully between your shoulder blades instead of cheekily in that space between your low back and ass.

That spot that toed the line between decent and indecent. That spot that made him smirk when you’d give him a pointed lift of the eyebrow, because the two of you knew exactly what he was doing. And better yet, liked it.

However, that night it was almost like he was going through the motions, like he was already somewhere else.

The car ride to the restaurant was silent except for the white noise of the highway as he drove. The circular knob for the radio set to the left.

Off.

Which in hindsight should have been your first warning, since Bradley was never not listening to the Oldies station. A vintage vibe for your vintage boy.

When you were finally seated across from him at that new trendy Thai place you had been dying to go to, his fingers wouldn’t stop tapping out some unheard tune. On the tops his thighs. On the top of the table.

His eyes were landing everywhere else other than on you. On the large leaves of the potted palms, on the ornate pattern on the gold silk that was swathed across the ceiling, on the intricate hand-painted tiles on the floor.

You’d been trying to carry on a conversation for the past fifteen minutes and were feeling completely on edge when you had to repeat yet another question for him.

The anxious feeling growing in the pit of your stomach had been getting more and more difficult to ignore. You could tell he wasn’t really there, what you were trying to figure out was whether or not he just didn’t want to be there with you.

And god, the drinks hadn’t even come out yet. There wasn’t anything for you to distract yourself with other than your water glass, and even that was already empty except for a few melting ice cubes.

His half answers and noncommittal noises were rapidly clearing things up for you.

He’s breaking up with me.

It was at that crushing realization that the waitress had returned with your drink orders. The bright orange concoction that she set in front of you had been topped with a lovely purple orchid and glittery swizzle stick.

A happy looking cocktail for the girl who thought she was going to have another great date with the guy who was saved in her phone as “Golden Boy”.

“Have you two decided on what you want to eat? Or would you like to hear the chef’s specials again?” the waitress had asked, her gaze bouncing back and forth between you and Bradley.

You could tell that she was sensing the brewing tension between the two of you.

“I don’t think we’ll here much longer, maybe just the check--”

“Sorry, if we could have a few more minutes to decide--”

You’d both started speaking at the same time only to turn to the other wearing matching faces of absolute confusion. He’d gone ramrod straight in his chair, his fingers finally still on the tabletop. The shock in his eyes was apparent, and you could only assume it was there because you beat him to the punch.

The waitress had looked at you sympathetically before saying she’d come back in check in a few minutes and then quickly spun on her heel to take her hasty leave.

It was the look that she’d given you that had really sealed the deal for you, and wasn’t that just great? You wouldn’t have been surprised if the rest of the waitstaff was already hearing about the couple fighting at Table 12 and taking bets about whether or not they’d break up.

Lucky them, dinner and a show.

You’d reached the fruity drink in front of you, the condensation from the glass leaving a ring on the table and took a large sip for moral support. Feeling the weight his stare on you the whole time as you savored the tart taste of passionfruit as it burst across your tongue.

He’d just have to wait. It was your turn to ignore him.

As you’d swallowed it down, it had left you feeling more than a little angry that it tasted so good when you were feeling so shitty. He knew how much you liked an over the top cocktail, why couldn’t he have picked some dingy hole-in-the-wall to do this at rather than ruin this place for you? The hot prickling sensation of righteous indignation filled your chest.

You really didn’t want it to drag out any longer, setting your liquid courage back down you’d met his stare and got right down to it, “If you’re going to break up with me, Rooster, can you just do it now? I’d like to still be able to order Pad See Ew in the future without thinking about you and this moment.”

You removed the napkin from your lap, folding it up primly before placing it back upon the table as you waited for the final nail in the coffin to be pounded in on the remains of the happiest-and-easiest-and-clearly-too-good-to-be-true relationship you’ve ever had.

“Wait, what? I don’t want to break up.” His eyes were wide and searching, the hurt in his voice had been evident. And it was the first time all evening that he seemed to be present with you, like your Golden Boy had finally showed up to the date. “I thought things were going well. More than well, actually.”

“Yeah. I mean, I did too. Until tonight,” you’d agreed, defeatedly. “I’m really confused here. You’ve been completely distant tonight. Not to be vain, but look at me,” you gestured to the sexy lowcut dress you’d worn for the evening. It was something you’d been saving in your closet for the right occasion. And you’d thought it was going to drive him wild, but he hadn’t even given it a second glance.

You’d leaned in a bit, lowering your voice, “It’s a boob and leg dress, Bradley. I look really fucking hot, and frankly, I didn’t even think we were going to make it here once you saw this. It wouldn’t have been the first time we’ve missed a dinner reservation. And you haven’t said a single thing about it.”

It felt like a silly thing to be upset about in the grand scheme of things, but his inattentiveness that evening had stung more than you’d wanted to admit to.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I noticed,” he’d retorted hotly. His eyes had been heated as he’d matched your movement and leaned in further across the table. “Half the men in here noticed it too the second you walked in.”

You didn’t bother trying to hold back your scoff of frustration, the man was infuriating.

“Then I don’t understand why you’re making me feel like being here- with me- is the last place you want to be right now?” You’d given up on trying to sound unaffected, this was not the evening you had envisioned. It felt like being blindfolded on a rollercoaster, unable to see what exactly you were hurtling towards.

“I got my new orders today,” he’d blurted out, his eyes trying to read yours for the reaction. “I’m being send as aerial escort for a diplomatic mission. I ship out next Monday for six weeks.”

He’d told you later that he was grateful it wasn’t a longer one, he knew he was lucky because he could have just as easily been sent away for a deployment longer than you’d actually been together.

“Oh.”

You’d known that that moment would have happened eventually with his job, so you shouldn’t have been surprised. However, it was one thing thinking about it theoretically rather than looking at a ticking clock with a deadline.

“Cards on the table, sweetheart?” He’d waited for you to nod before continuing on, “I am really fucking into you. I’m trying not to put pressure on this, because I’m pretty sure you’re my dream girl. I wanted to take you out for a nice meal, get you a couple of those complicated fun drinks you like. I even looked at the menu in advance, they have one here that they light on fire and it seems like something you would love.”

He was right, it was something that you’d love. You had even eyed it when you first got the menu, but you hadn’t wanted to get anything that would draw you more attention when you already felt like you had too many pairs of eyes on you.

“Then I wanted to take you home with me and tell you after we had a great time out. I wanted to ask you to save that Sunday before I leave for me, so that we could spend the whole day together.” His fingers had started playing that unheard tune on the table again. “I wanted to show my girl the best time, to keep her wanting to come back and to stick around. So that someone else doesn’t catch her eye, so that I don’t lose her to someone better than me while I’m away.”

His confession had your heart taking up residence in your throat. Having him lay it out for you so clearly and knowing that he’d felt as serious about you as you did about him was everything you had wanted to hear. However, one thing nagged at you.

“Bradley, you make me happy. Like really, really happy. I’ve only got eyes for you. If I’m being honest, this stopped being casual to me around our third date. And I trust you enough to know you’d tell me if this”, you’d gestured between the two of you, “wasn’t what you wanted anymore before starting up with someone else. I hope I have that same trust in return, because if you’re worried about me stepping out on you while you’re away, I don’t know how this is going to work. And I really want it to work.”

“Shit, I’m really striking out here. Batting 0 for two,” he’d sighed out more to himself than to you, leaning back in his chair and running his hands through his hair. “Our third? Really? I thought for sure after that disaster that you were going to block my number.” He huffs a laugh, cheeks turning the same shade of pink that they had that chaotic evening on the beach.

“Bradley, it was comically bad.” You couldn’t help but crack a smile at the memory of it. “You were trying so hard and you were so flustered. It was so endearing.”

“Who would have guessed getting attacked by seagulls and coming home covered in sand flea bites could have been so appealing?” He joked self-deprecatingly.

“Me, I could have. Since I was with you,” you said sincerely, “No one I’ve dated has ever put half as much effort into trying to make me happy as you have.”

The two of you exchanged a soft, tentative smiles.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply you had a wandering eye or anything, I promise.” His eyes pleaded with you as he reached for your hands and threaded his fingers through yours, his palms slightly sweaty. “This deployment is different for me. I’ve never had to ask someone to wait for me before, never had anyone who wanted to. And I’ve been really in my head because I was trying to find the right way to tell you, to ask you.”

You were still getting to know all of the expressions of his face, but the look of open insecurity he was wearing was new to you. And you’d felt something deep in your chest release and unlock.

For how easily he owned a room, for how confident he could be, getting to see these tender parts of him because he trusted you with them had made you ache in the most bittersweet of ways for the man who was in front of you.

You held his gaze, taking in his anxious expression. How anyone couldn’t want this man or didn’t think he was worth the wait was incomprehensible to you.

“So Sunday the seventeenth, huh?” you’d said with a grin.

His relief was palpable as he’d squeezed your hand a bit tighter, “Yeah, baby, you up for it?”

“A perfect day with my dream guy?” you mused, squeezing his hand back, “Yeah, I think I’d be up for that. I’m up for all of it.”

Not just the date. Not just the deployment. You already knew. With him, you wanted it all.

When the waitress returned a few moments later, Bradley ordered a green curry for himself and the Pad See Ew for you. Along with one of those complicated, fun drinks that arrived with fanfare and flames, all while he played with your fingers.

And after you were finished, she’d dropped off a fluffy looking coconut covered dessert that she’d stated was on the house as walked away with a wink.

You’d totally called it, dinner and a show.

As you’d left the restaurant, he tucked you in close under his arm pressing kiss after kiss to your temple as you made your way back to the Bronco.

And later, when he had taken you back to his place for the night, your boob-and-leg dress forgotten somewhere on the floor, he’d apologized again. This time with his mouth on your body.

Twice.

It had been a fluke, really, finding that record tucked away in that small, but well-kept shop on that Sunday before his deployment.

You’d surprised him with a certificate for a haircut and hot towel shave at an upscale barber for a little pre-deployment pampering. He’d gotten his hair trimmed the day before and he was somehow looking even more sunkissed than usual. His patterned shirt was mostly buttoned up and he had on your favorite pair of jeans- the ones that might have been a bit too snug, but did devastating things for his ass.

It was the outfit he’d been wearing when you had first met.

You and Bradley had spent a lazy, perfect morning at the beach reading and lounging and trading sea salt kisses before changing and to grab a bite to eat. He’d held up a towel up around you to slip into your sun warmed dress, behaving himself for the most part. But you’d still caught him sneaking a peek from over the top of the terry cloth.

After eating a late lunch at his favorite little café that served the best cioppino, you’d popped in and out of the various shops that dotted the boardwalk near the pier. It might have been the bottle of wine you shared, but he made sure to stop at every photobooth you passed along the way, collecting strip after strip of snapshots and tucking them into his shirt pocket.

His hand staying in yours the whole time.

When he’d spotted the tiny record store, he’d cheerily pulled you along with him wanting to look for new additions for his ever-growing collection. It was his newest hobby after getting his mom’s old record player restored. You had even helped him build the sideboard he had specially ordered for it to display his prized collection in the living room of his home.

You could hear him talking excitedly to an associate about some Jerry Lee Lewis albums, who offered to take a look in the backroom for him. You never had good luck when you tried to search for specific things, so you were happy to meander around a bit aimlessly and see what spoke to you.

Casually flipping through the stacks, you’d gasped when you landed on what appeared to be the holy grail of all vinyl records ever made.

“Bradley, look!” You’d held out the record for him like a prize. And he abandoned his own search to come join you on the other side of the store.

“Soldiers’ Sweethearts, huh?” He grinned at your find, his eyes crinkling around the edges. The navy colored jacket highlighted a trio of glamourous looking women, each of the three records featured a different performer and their covers of songs popularized during WWII.

“Mm-hmm,” you’d preened, feeling entirely too pleased with yourself. “You’re a soldier, I’m a sweetheart. I’ve never seen anything more perfect in my life. I have to get it.”

“Well I’m not a soldier, technically,” he’d chuckled, as you’d rolled your eyes at him. The joke had you scrunching your nose, and his mustache grazed you as he leaned in close to press a quick kiss to it. “But you’re definitely a sweetheart, sweetheart.”

You were still trying to learn the ins and outs of that part of his life. But you’d liked how he never made you feel stupid when you had questions. More often than not he seemed excited to answer them for you, that you were interested in what he did.

Rooster gently took your newest most prized possession into his big hands, “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” Flipping the album over, he’d scanned the tracks listed on the back for the three records. “Some classics, but a lot I don’t think I know. Definitely some intriguing titles, like ‘Daddy’,” he read aloud with a raised eyebrow and a grin that could only be described as lewd.

The man was a menace and had no problem finding new ways to make you blush. You were grateful that the shop was empty except for the two of you, as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

“What about ‘Who’s Taking You Home Tonight’? Have you heard that one before, sweetheart?” His large body moving in and crowding yours, the smell of his cologne making your thoughts go a bit fuzzy around the edges. Your heartbeat kicked up in tempo as he brushed a piece of hair off your forehead.

That find was definitely a jackpot.

Him and those records.

“Mm, or how about ‘Make Love To Me’?” He’d murmured into your ear, his free arm slid slowly against your waist, making a home for itself low on your back. The warmth from his hand seeping through your dress and into your skin.

It was heady being the target of all his heated words and teasing tone. The pull in your low stomach getting more intense with every moment you’d stayed pressed against his hard body. You could see how his pulse was pounding arditamente con forza, boldly with force, from how close your face was to that thick throat of his. And you had wanted to--

“I knew we had it somewhere!”

The associate’s cheery announcement as he returned from the backroom startled you back into yourself. Feeling flustered you’d tried to pull away, but Bradley just kept his arm locked around you as he’d made his way to the counter.

“Thanks, man. I appreciate it. We’ll take this one too,” he stated as he’d smoothly placed your Soldiers’ Sweethearts album on the top of the pile he had accumulated. Only letting go of you to pay.

Naturally, you’d wanted to play the record the second you made it back to Bradley’s place.

He set it up for you before giving you a lingering, deep kiss leaving you to your own devices as he worked on the final few things left on his to-do list before his deployment early the next morning.

You were happy to make yourself comfortable on his wide seat couch with an Old Fashioned listening to Jo Stafford’s soothing voice with your eyes closed, wanting to luxuriate in the moment.

One where Bradley was less than twenty feet away puttering around in his kitchen and humming and murmuring to himself.

One where you could call out to him and he would be in front of you in a few long strides.

You wanted to avoid thinking about the next day and the beginning of your new normal.

One where you couldn’t expect text messages from him throughout the day.

One where concern and uncertainty would follow you around like a dark cloud until he came back home to you.

But he was here for now. And you wanted to savor it all, to soak up all of its sweet, syrupy goodness like the expensive cherry in your glass.

He must have sensed the turn in your thoughts because his sandalwood scent gave his closeness away before his voice did, “What do you say, Miss Soldiers’ Sweetheart? Can you spare a dance for me?”

You opened your eyes to see him standing before you with his hand outreached for you. The smile so gentle and open on his face, made it impossible for you to do anything other than wordlessly nod your head in agreement as you’d let him pull you up from your comfy perch.

“Apologies in advance for any injuries caused by my two left feet,” you joked a bit bashfully as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Lucky for us, I was gifted with two right feet. Don’t worry, we’ll even out each other,” he murmured.

He pulled you into his gravity, pressing your joined hands against his chest where you could feel the steady beat of his heart. The hand on your lower back urging closer, closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between your bodies. His chin rested lightly on the top of your head where you had tucked it into that safe space where his neck meets his shoulder.

take me in your arms, and never let me go whisper to me softly while the moon is low

True to his word, he’d guided you in a smooth, easy rhythm. The confidence in his steps as you were held within his sturdy arms was enough to make you feel secure in your own movement. With him you were completely taken care of.

hold me close and tell me what I wanna know say it to me gently, let the sweet talk flow

Your other hand slid up slowly from where it was resting on his shoulder to wrap around his neck, fingers threading through the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as your thumb traced the thick column of his throat.

Come a little closer, make love to me

He held you tighter, held you closer, as the song came to an end. The easy rhythm turning into a gentle sway that continued as the next song began. And the one after that.

That night in his bed he moved against you with such purpose, such tenderness. The sex with Bradley was always stunningly good, he was never content to let himself come until he’d rendered you thoroughly boneless and breathless. He was easily the best you’ve ever had, but that night it was different between you two.

The mood weighty and intense, both of you exposed in a way you hadn’t been before. But there was no mistaking the deliberate way he touched you, the unwavering way he rolled his hips against yours, the unguarded way he held your gaze as if he was committing that moment to memory as he made love to you.

He’d held you close to his warm body, his fingertips leaving trails of goosebumps, as you shivered through your orgasm. His mouth pressed against your ear as he whispered soothing sweet somethings until he followed you over the edge.

For Bradley, you were up for it. For him, you’d be up for all of it.

yesyesyes

Things were a bit too quiet for you.

You heart clenched in a different way when you looked at Penny’s piano on those evenings you spent with the Dagger Squad without him. The ache was still there, but so was a new kind of longing. Part for him, but also for yourself.

But you’d made it through that deployment with the help of your three favorite sweethearts: Jo, Vera and Anne. Although you always queued up one song in particular anytime you found yourself missing him a bit more than normal.

And when Bradley returned back home to you six weeks later, it was easy to fall right back into him. That quiet period was almost too easily forgotten when he was around to fill a space.

That night at the Hard Deck when he serenaded you for the first time, it was normal for him to strut over to the old jukebox to unplug it. His timing impeccable as always, silencing whatever country song Jake had queued up.

What wasn’t normal was the way he took you by the hand leading you directly to the old upright and pulled you right onto the bench next to him.

There was already some sheet music spread across the shelf, you’d noted as he’d wiped his hands on the outside of his jeans before settling his hands on the keys. It only took you a couple bars of the intro to realize what song he was playing, already completely enamored before he’d even opened his mouth to sing.

It was your song.

Nothing in the world could ever compete with Bradley Bradshaw’s deep, raspy voice singing just for you. The significance of the song meant for you and him alone.

You heart had swelled in your chest until you thought it might burst from happiness. Never in your life had you been so thoroughly swept off your feet. It was a gesture came from his heart that made a home in yours.

Ever the showman Rooster put on a full performance, his aviator sunglasses sliding down his nose as he really leaned into it.

Your wide grin had turned to laughter when a few members of the Dagger Squad jumped in as back-up vocals, singing into their beer bottles in a way that obviously had been rehearsed. You didn’t know how he managed to keep it a secret. While Rooster was a vault in his professional life, when it came to his personal life Bradley couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.

The whole bar was having fun with the jaunty tune, some couples dancing along in smooth circles on the sticky wood floor as he crooned. He’d leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek every now and then in between verses, and you’d felt yourself fall for him even harder.

He’d pulled you into his lap once he was done playing, as the din of the resumed chatter softly cocooned you. You’d seen all you needed to know reflected in his eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“Will you play it again?” you’d asked against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” And you rested your head on his shoulder watching his fingers get into position on the keys once more as he played the few opening notes.

Somewhere you heard a groan followed by a grumbled, “Not again.”

“Shut it, Bagman,” you bossed at him, not even bothering to look in his direction. You only had eyes for Bradley.

“You heard the lady,” he chuckled. “Shut it, Bagman.”

And then he played it again.

take me in your arms, and never let me go

You should be asleep in your own bed and not at his place with only the soft light of the lamp above his piano and a now cold cup of tea to keep you company.

Tired of tossing and turning, you’d given up on the idea of getting any sleep at your own place after the second hour of trying. Throwing on your slippers, you’d grabbed your keys and then drove over to his place, still in the oversized t-shirt you’d put on before bed, in hopes that scent of his sheets would help lull you to sleep.

But all it did was make you miss him more.

It was too quiet without his soft breathing next to you as he held you close and tucked against his chest.

Too quiet without his records.

Too quiet without his happy humming.

Too quiet without him.

The sound of the tea kettle on his gas range had helped fill the silence, but it was his piano that had called you as you had waited for the water to boil. The sheet music you had left there from the last time you were over beckoning like a siren’s song.

It was your secret.

Only for a few more days, only until he came home.

You wanted to surprise him, to sweep him off his feet the way that he always did with you when he played for you.

During that first deployment, for the first time in years, your fingers yearned for the feel of cool, smooth keys beneath your fingers.

You hadn’t even told Bradley, the one person who would understand it the most, that you’d been thinking about it. Let alone that you were actually taking classes again. Making up excuses about manicures or errands or spin classes for why you were busy for an hour every Tuesday at five PM.

The thing that had once hurt your heart the most, was now the only thing that helped soothe the ache of missing him. The only thing that made you feel close to him when you were thousands of miles apart.

You wanted that familiar comfort of making music. You wanted it because you missed him, but you also wanted it for yourself.

A co-worker had given you the name and number for her kids’ instructor, Mrs. McMullen, an elderly woman who started teaching after her husband passed away. It took you couple weeks to work up the courage to make the call, the sticky note burning a hole in the pocket of your purse you had tucked it into.

You had been an anxious mess the day of your first lesson, hands shaking like you’d had one too many shots of espresso. It felt strange, a little surreal sitting there in the body you’d grown into on the padded bench in her cozy living room. One of the walls filled with shelves and shelves of sheet music, her own personal library.

And for a brief moment, you were transported to a different year on a different bench in a different room. Now and Then. Older and Younger. Both versions of you there to learn. All too familiar, yet entirely new.

You started with the basics. A reintroduction to those lines on the page and the notes that spoke their own language for those who knew how to read it.

Your fingers wanting to move quicker than your sluggish mind, like an echo of a memory of how it used to be. You winced and apologized after every wrong note, until she put her hand on yours, her skin looked as delicate as her fingers did, and said gently, “We learn by doing, mistakes only mean that you are trying. Once more, once again.”

After that first lesson, you’d gone back to your car and promptly burst into tears. Overwhelmed tears, happy tears. That tender part of you still soft, however no longer aching.

You’d left feeling lighter as you pulled away from her house to go meet up with everyone at the Hard Deck, but also with a packet of sheet music to practice for your next lesson.

When Rooster had told you about getting his new orders, when he had asked you again if you were still up for it. You’d told him the same thing you had at that date, you were up for it all.

You would take the sadness with the sweet any day of the week for as long as he was yours.

You’d known how you would fill the space he left behind. And exactly how you wanted to welcome him home. You’d been excited to put that certain song just for him in your cart, and then tacking on one more song to your order, a song that would be just for you.

Both you and Mrs. McMullen had be surprised at how you’d been able to pick things back up over the months, you still weren’t anywhere as good as you were when you were younger, but it wasn’t nearly as daunting as it used to be. And when you showed up to your next lesson after your songs had been delivered, she was more than happy to help you figure out ways to simplify the songs a bit so that you’d be ready when he returned.

And now you’re bent over Bradley’s piano with a pencil tucked behind your ear as you played through the hardest bit of the song, you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve gone over it tonight. This morning? You were in that liminal space between yesterday and today. Where the time on the clock was just a suggestion because it felt neither here nor there.

You had practiced and practiced the song you had wanted to play for him once got home. You’re pretty sure Mav wasn’t supposed to tell you the significance of that particular song, but it had made your heart flutter wildly in your chest when he’d told you. And every time you’ve heard it since then.

It was polished, it was perfect, it was ready. All you needed was him.

The one you’re playing now con amore, with love, is the piece you pull out when you long for him the most.

The cover of the song had made you think of him from the moment you’d heard it. It was more lyrical and delicate than the original, and captured just how you felt about him. Just how much he meant to you. Sometimes you sing along with it, sometimes you just let the keys and pedals express the things you otherwise could not.

It was the song of your heart.

Your fingers trip over one of the notes yet again, probably from the lack of sleep, but you weren’t ready to crawl back into Bradley’s comfy bed. Not just yet.

Sighing, you pull the pencil from behind your ear, muttering to yourself out loud as you note the spot on the page. It was already filled with little pencil marks, some older and some newer. All made because you were trying.

Once more, once again.

Breathing out slowly, you settle your hand back on the keys-

“Can you play it from the beginning this time, sweetheart?"

Read {vol. ii} here!

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pupyuj · 8 months

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→ “special girl.” || naoi rei x reader fic.

— you always make sure that your girlfriend has the most perfect birthdays ever but this year, rei was going to be the one to make her day even more special…

word count: 3.0k

dynamic: dom!vers!naoi rei x sub!vers!reader.

content warnings: birthday sex yippee, sex in a public setting, exhibitionism, car sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink, praise kink, ‘kitty’ kink (if that is even a thing).

requested ? : nope.

a/n: a bit late in the day but happy birthday to my dearest reibear! this was kinda clumsily put together so apologies if it’s lacking compared to my other full fics but ehe i hope you guys enjoy this 🥺

rei loved special occasions for one reason: you!

even after three years of dating, you still managed to make each and every single one of your gifts so different. with that said, rei’s favorite day would be her birthday. one would think that it was normal for someone to have their very own special day as their birthday but rei’s birthday wasn’t special because it was her birthday—it was special because you make it so. every second of that day would be perfect because of you.

and this year, rei’s birthday wasn’t any different than the last.

“you really didn’t have to rent an entire restaurant just for us, (y/n)-ah. that must’ve been really expensive.” rei says as she snuggles closer to your arm. the cool, gentle breeze blows your hair back as the two of you walk along the marbled paths beside the river. it was a peaceful evening—there wasn’t a lot of people in the park (it was nearly 10 p.m. after all), there weren’t too many cars around so the area wasn’t loud with the sounds of exhausts and engines, and it felt as if it was only you and rei in the world.

and on her special day, it was all she wanted. just you. no gift you give her can ever compare to your existence.

“not exactly. the owner is one of my friends from college! i couldn’t pass up the opportunity. i hope you loved it.” you smiled at her. the path was dim with only warm, decades-old street lamps igniting the way, but your smile managed to shine through. or maybe that was just rei looking at you with rose-colored sunglasses and hearts in her eyes. or you could just be that pretty.

yeah. you really were just that pretty.

“i always think that you couldn’t possibly make me fall for you even more but… i’m always proven wrong.” rei momentarily stops her tracks and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, making you blush. both at her words and how her fingertips brushed across your cheekbone.

“cornball,” you teased, earning a soft chuckle from your girlfriend. “i love you more everyday too, rei.” and it was the truth. whenever rei does anything, it warms your heart. you find that there is always a moment where you look at her and time slows down, giving you the opportunity to cherish just how much of a great girl you fell in love with. you knew that even the most expensive or heartfelt present wouldn’t show rei how much you truly loved her, you just hoped that your heart did.

(it did. and it was more than enough.)

she was only a few centimeters taller than you, but whenever you looked into her eyes with so much warmth, love, and devotion, rei always felt so small. but she was safe. and so she leaned in, eyes fluttering to a close just before your lips touched her own.

it was as sweet as the rest of the kisses you’ve had this day—soft, slow, and tastes like… raspberry? yes, rei made sure to wear your favorite lip balm on her because she knew how much you loved tasting it on her lips. perhaps a little too much. you wrapped a single arm around rei’s waist, pulling her in for a deeper kiss. she had her hands on your cheeks, savoring each and every second your lips moved in sync with hers.

before you knew it, you were feeling rei’s hands snake underneath your blouse, tugging on your bra from behind. the two of you just so happened to stop behind a large tree so this spectacle wasn’t really visible to anyone that might be in the park. and it was perfect considering rei had unbuttoned the three buttons on your blouse to attack your neck with kisses and bites. each time you whimpered, the more rei’s heart raced. neither of you have done anything like this before, it was both scary and exciting.

scary, because the two of you could get caught and that would be the most humiliating thing that would happen to either of you.

exciting, because rei has been gawking over the outfit you decided on for this day. the cute skirt, the blouse that a friend of yours tailored specifically for you, and all the jewelry rei bought for you in the past… it was the perfect outfit to ruin you in. rei had hoped she would tear off your clothes in your shared bedroom under the soft lighting of her favorite lampshade but the moonlight and the street lamp serve as a good enough alternative, she supposes.

“a-are you sure… this is the tim—ahh..!” rei found it adorable how you couldn’t even form proper sentences because of her. she nipped and sucked on your skin, making sure to leave hickies where she likes it most all while unclasping your bra from behind. eventually, your back was pressed up against the tree. you crane your neck just to give rei more space to leave her marks. and when she was done, she lifts your top up along with your bra, revealing your now bare breasts to her.

“i don’t think i tell you enough about how beautiful i find you.” rei licks her lips as you start grinding on the thigh she snuck in between your legs. it comforted her to know that you wanted this as much as she did at this time. rei briefly looks around, confirms that nobody had eyes on either of you, before leaning down to place wet kisses across your chest. her lips close around your nipple, making you clasp your hand over your mouth just to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

rei slides a hand underneath your skirt and feels up your soaked panties, gently rubbing circles around your sensitive clit and smiling at the way you’ve started to ride her thigh faster. poor thing, you were so desperate to be filled and used. but since this was rei’s special day, everything should happen on her terms. her eyes snap open when you let out a whine, staring at you as if she wanted to eat you whole while she swirled her tongue around your bud.

fuck, she was so pretty like this. you love her being sickeningly sweet like she always is but when she’s fucking you… rei was like a different person and you loved it.

your hands find their way in her hair and you pull her up for a kiss. at the same time, she pressed her thigh into your clit, making you whine and tug on her hair in a way that you know she loves. rei moans and gets lost in the taste of your lips, giving you the opportunity to unbutton her shirt and give your own eyes a treat. rei had been wearing the white lacy bra that you always loved to see on her. she knew the night was going to take this specific turn one way or the other, being the smartass that she was.

you were halfway through undoing her bra when she stopped you—gently taking your wrist and putting it back on her shoulder. “not so fast,” rei slips her hand inside your panties, pressing her middle finger down your clit. “you’ve already done so much for me today.” and then she was knuckles deep inside you, making you clutch her shirt and release the most beautiful moan rei’s ever heard.

rei fucks you slowly, ensuring that you feel every inch of her fingers inside your walls. and you didn’t complain—you couldn’t. rei watched silently as you freely whined, whimpered, and moaned in the air, feeling her own core buzzing just at the sight of your pretty face making all sorts of expressions for her. now she didn’t care that your volume increased by the minute. you were only loud because rei was fucking you so good, and there was nothing more that she loved than hearing how much she’s making you feel.

“so good… you always make me the happiest on this day, (y/n). and i don’t thank you enough,” rei presses her thumb down on your clit. you gasp sharply, throwing your head back and giving rei the full view of the work she did on your neck earlier. “tonight i get to return the favor.” rei closes her lips around your nipples again, sucking roughly and quickening her pace at the same time.

okay, now you had to really try and shut the fuck up.

forcing your eyes open, you looked down at rei again. her eyes were closed shut, and she was more focused in fucking you to oblivion than anything. the way she rubbed your clit at the same time she would plunge her fingers deep inside you didn’t help the situation that was building up in your stomach. you were afraid that you were going to end up screaming, but maybe that was what rei was working towards. “mmhng…!! m-mommy…! please…” you pulled rei impossibly closer to your chest, and she hums, quickly understanding what your pleading meant and fucked you faster. just how you liked it.

fuck, did that shuffling from behind the tree came from the leaves blowing with the wind or is it people? ah, who gives a fuck at this point… actually, you did. you threw a quick glance to the side and saw nothing but grass and empty benches. the two of you were completely alone. perfect.

briefly, you spotted rei slipping her one free hand underneath her own skirt, rubbing her cunt through your soaked panties and goodness, the things it did to you. “mommy—ahh..!—let me… let me, please. i need to taste y-you, please… i need you…” gosh, you were pathetic. you were practically riding on her fingers just to get yourself off faster. drooling like a rabid dog at the thought of getting to eat your girlfriend out at a place like this.

“behave, and maybe i’ll consider it.” rei says sternly, clearly put off with how you just disregarded what she said earlier. she was going to reward you for all the things you’ve done for her today. you should be grateful! and you really were. you proved that by nodding, shutting the fuck up, and letting rei do as she pleases.

“good kitty.” jesus christ.

“aww,” rei cooed, a genuine smile making its way onto her face when she saw how flustered you’ve gotten. whimpering and whining still but refusing to make eye contact. “don’t be shy, kitten.” you didn’t even have time to react to your favorite pet name before rei starts ramming her fingers inside you in a much more ruthless pace. you’ve already coated her fingers with so much of your slick, now she needs your cum.

“oh..! oh, s-shit…!” you hid your face in the crook of rei’s neck, shaking your head as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. it all felt too good. now rei was giving your neck soft kisses, groaning softly as you dug your nails on her skin.

“fuck..! fuck, momm—” rei covers your mouth when she hears a couple of voices from behind the tree. you had to admit… that scary look in her eyes, silently telling you to not make a single sound, and the tight grip she had around your mouth only turned you on mouth. her hand was a bit damp from how she played with herself earlier and you only saw this as an opportunity to open your mouth as best as you could and start licking rei’s own wetness off her fingers.

rei was a bit taken aback by your sudden boldness, but she was really into it—allowing you to suck at her thumb. “mhm.. you’d really do anything for mommy, huh, kitty?” rei asked. and of course you reply with a nod. correct answer, now rei has you clenching your thighs around her wrist because she was that close to making you cum. rei relishes at the sight of your chest heaving up and down faster and faster the closer you get to your climax, how you start holding on to her a bit tighter, and of course… how much you were grinding on her hand just to feel her palm press against your clit.

rei curls her fingers inside you at the same time her palm brushes against your sensitive bud, making that knot inside your stomach finally break. you came with a squeak, thighs shaking and eyes teary. rei bites her lips as she watches you, wanting nothing more than that obedient little mouth of yours on her throbbing pussy. you were slow to come down from your high, given that it had been a good few days since you’ve last had sex with rei due to your busy schedules and the fact that she just fucked you that good, but rei was patient!

she waited until you were breathing properly to slowly pull out, giggling at how you’ve drenched her hand with your cum. “s-sorry. i…” you blushed. even you didn’t expect to cum that much!

“it’s okay, baby. i got it.” rei says. you really, really tried to look unaffected when she started sucking on her fingers to clean up your mess, but she looked too hot. and rei absolutely knew what this did to you! looking directly at you, while she licked the remains of your cum off her fingers, smirking when she feels you clench on her thighs.

“come on now. if i remember correctly, you wanted to do something for me.” rei doesn’t let either of you get straightened out properly, dragging you towards your car in the parking lot with your tits out for the entire world to see. fortunately enough, the world was asleep.

soon enough, rei was settled in your backseat. her back pressed against the other door while she pulls your face towards her now bare cunt with her legs that she’d put on top of your shoulders. god, she was drenched. you had no idea that fucking you made her like this. if you’d known that this happened every time she fucked you, your nights together would’ve been much, much longer.

“be a good kitten, now. make mommy pro—ohh…” rei grabs a fistful of your hair when you cut her off with a single swipe of your tongue up her lips. you couldn’t help it. this was the one time she was going to let you get away with shit like that since she was so in love with that clouded look in your eyes. rei wasn’t even kidding when she says that you look like an animal right now.

you started working your mouth on her cunt, holding her thighs and keeping them apart. you moaned at how good rei tasted—even after having done this about a hundred times before, you still act as if it’s the first and only time you’re going to eat her out. you flicked her clit with your tongue, earning a moan so satisfying to your ears that you had to close your legs just to try and ignore that feeling in your core once again.

“good..! g-good girl… oh, please..!” each time you close your lips around her clit, rei gasps. she’d buck her hips upward just to have some more of you. you quite liked the feeling of her tugging on your hair and digging her nails in your scalp… as much as it hurt and made you hiss occasionally, the slight pain only turned you on. it meant that you were doing very well for your mommy, after all! what’s not to like?

rei never knew how you could keep your eyes completely open every time you ate her out. sometimes it made her feel self-conscious because of all the faces she could be making but you were just so pretty peering up at her with those shining eyes of yours, practically begging for praise or at the very least, head pats.

“you’re d-doing so well, baby… mhmn..! making m-me feel so good like this.. ah! beats every present you’ve ever gotten me… now, more…” rei closes her thighs around your head, locking you in place. you were in no position to refuse—not like you wanted to anyway. you dipped your tongue inside rei’s cunt and she let out a loud moan that turned you on enough to keep going, holding onto her thighs so tightly that you might actually leave nail marks on her skin.

“i’m cumming, love…! c-cumming..! oh my god…” it takes another suck at her clit for her to start tapping out, but rei was already cumming all over your face by then. head thrown all the way back as she made a mess on you, her grip on your hair slowly loosening up as her breathing slowed. you lapped her up like the diligent pet that you were, ensuring that you wouldn’t waste a single drop of her cum.

once you were finished, you rose up. you looked more of a mess than rei was what with your hair sticking to your face because of both sweat and rei’s cum. rei laughs at your funny state and reaches out, fixing your hair and wiping your mouth with tissues. she looks at you with pure adoration as you helped her clean up, wiping her thighs clean and gently applying ointment on the marks you’ve left her.

(yes you had emergency ointments in the car for these kinds of situations! totally normal.)

“thank you, (y/n). for everything.” rei takes your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks lightly before kissing your nose. oh, she has no idea how thankful you were of her just existing. today may be her birthday, but it felt like yours too. after all, what’s a greater gift than having someone so amazing as naoi rei as your sweet lover?

“i love you a lot, rei.” you said with that blinding smile of yours rei always adored.

“i love you more, pretty,” rei kisses your nose again. she feels like she’ll be doing that a lot tonight, or forever, rather. “and when we get home, i’ll show you just how much.”

seriously, which one of you was having the birthday again?

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salaimoi · 3 months

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cw: teacher x student trope. highly suggestive. cheating.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who is failing her Japanese language class miserably. Gojo-sensei would teach her the basics of Hiragana and Katakana, but when it came to Kanji… it was a whole different story. You’d sit on your desk, legs crossed under your all-too-short school skirt — a pouty expression on your plush pink lips as you frowned at the symbols before you.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who would be too distracted by her teacher’s unrivaled physique to even pay attention to a thing he said. Innocently day dreaming about your teacher wasn’t a crime, was it? Biting down on your pen, your imagination ran wild with the possibilities. Oh, how delectable he looked in his everyday attire…to think he’d look even better with your nail polish digging at his flesh.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who would sit on her teacher’s lap when asking for help. You were only testing the waters though, strategically positioning yourself on the edge of his knee to see what his reaction would be. At first, he pretended not to notice what your intentions were, so he continued to explain the symbols you swore looked like hieroglyphics. But somehow his hand found itself latched around your waist a few minutes later. “Oh, how’d that get there?” He joked, a sultry undertone to his voice. If you were going to play dumb, he’d play right along with you.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who slowly leaned back onto his chest, the scent of her perfume engulfing his senses in the process. Gojo’s eyes couldn’t help but wander, eyeing that porcelain skin you so carelessly paraded around school for everyone to see. His hand gradually slid down your thigh until he reached the hem of your skirt, looking to get a taste of the forbidden fruit you put on display just for him. His chin rested against the warmth of your shoulder, mouth threatening to water at the sight of his favorite student sitting on his lap while she relished in the sensation of his hand gropping the squishy skin of her thighs.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who "inconspicuously” rocked back and forth against her teacher’s leg to ease the aching uproar in between her legs, each delayed thrust hitting the sweet spot that craved attention the most.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who silently took care of her urges during class on more than one occasion without her teacher noticing — or so she thought he didn’t.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who loved booking him for tutoring every chance she got. You got to see him every other week, making sure to wear skimpy clothes under the pretext that it was laundry day. He’d awkwardly smile, rubbing his undercut nervously as he stepped foot into your home, praying no one saw him doing so.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who finally managed to turn their last tutoring session into something more. Your student-teacher relationship blossomed into a forbidden one, meticulously kept under wraps per Gojo’s request.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who fooled around with him in between classes, fucking in sin every chance they got. Most of their fun was spent on his desk, directly on top of the papers he was supposed to be grading. It ticked you off, though — how he told you you were so special but were nothing more than a well-kept secret.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who was lectured by her mentor on the repercussions of their relationship if it were to become known.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who didn’t care about grades anymore, all she wanted was to be called his lady, but the day never came.

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who finally understood why he always pushed her away on weekends; he had a wife and kids. What a perfect family they were in hindsight, holding hands as they strolled around the park together. But why were they holding hands as if you didn’t exist in the first place?

Gojo's teacher's pet reader who boiled with fury, wanting nothing more than to light him on fire. Was everything they went through nothing more than a mistake he regretted? He was your only desire, the only man you had eyes for, and it all came tumbling down before you faster than it had begun.

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artemiseamoon · 10 months

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What the heart wants

Pero Tovar x F Reader*

🤶🏾🎁Secret Santa fic ✨ for @blueeyesatnight !!! ✨ Happy holidays! (event hosted by @pedrostories )

Read below * or on A03

Words: 7,621

Summary: As Spring rolls around, you find yourself content with your life. Business is successful, you have all the independence you want and good friends to share life with. A man wasn't something you needed or were seeking at the time as occasional lovers fulfilled your primal urges. But it was clear, life had other plans as a handsome but dirty mercenary blew through your doors.

Warnings: some canon period misogyny (not much), Pero 😂, language, brothel mention & mild sexual content.

*Reader notes: there are some details!!! So it’s not a completely blank slate; reader is female, in her upper 30s, sturdy/curvy built (visualize as you please) & often wears pants not dresses. No skin tone/race mentioned but she does understand & speak some Spanish. *Feel free to read as an OC if you prefer*

AN: If you already know me, you know I no longer crosspost to this site, nor write reader inserts. Since this is a special occasion, it’s both a RC & crossposted (here & on my A03) 😁 happy reading! This was so fun to write.

You

Holding the cuff to the afternoon light, you examined your work closely, feeling satisfied with the end result. Growing up the daughter of a blacksmith, you learned several things, and though you could make a sword, you quickly found you preferred making jewelry; it filled you with joy, especially when you saw the end result and the look on people's faces.

You had kitchenware under your belt too, it was the kind of thing that always bought in coin, as it was a needed everyday item. Currently, you are perfecting your skills in armor making. You started to learn back in your early 20s, now in your late 30’s you could create decent work, but you wanted to be better. Never one to back down from a challenge, you made it your newest goal.

You just set the new cuff aside when the small bell chimed, filling the halls with the familiar sound. Stepping away from the desk, you peeked out of the doorway and down the hall, where you had a straight shot of the front door.

You quirked a brow as a man you’ve never seen before stalked in, the wind sweeping inside with him, along with a bad mood like a dark cloud overhead. Upon first glance, he almost seemed inconvenienced, yet you saw him walk in alone, no one forced him.

He was handsome with dark features, but dirty, and needed a good shave. The stranger wore the kind of scowl that would keep people ten feet away from him. His attire and the double swords strapped to his back gave his profession away, a mercenary. They often traveled through these parts en route to somewhere else and stayed a night or two; it made good coin for the local businesses when they did.

You thought about revealing yourself but chose to watch him a little longer. You observed him as he moved deeper into the shop, his eyes moving about the place as he took it in.

He scratched his beard, grumbling something you couldn’t hear, as he touched and poked at things along the way. He was a fascinating creature to watch, and one of the best-looking men you’ve seen in a long time, even under all the dirt and grime, and the sharp chip on his shoulder. That’s when you noticed the scar, one that made you curious about the how, and made him even hotter at the same time.

Even his walk was attractive, he seemed more like a wild animal than a man, like a feral wolf just wandered into your shop and right into your hands.

Pero (minutes ago)

Dragging his feet, Pero made his way through the town, eyeing signs on doors and windows, looking for work. He was tired, bone tired, his back hurt like all hell, his ass was numb from being on his horse so long, and he was annoyed. He was starving, he ran out of rations early this morning and was running on a piece of stale bread at the moment. He’d try one more place, then get some damn food, followed by a room, a bath, and a whore.

He was about halfway down the block when he noticed the blacksmith sign. In his half hour here, it seemed West Meadow had no work for him requiring his swords, but a man could always be useful in a shop like that.

Pero entered, his stomach grumbling and fighting with him. He expected to see a forge as soon as he walked in but was met with a plain room with a simple desk, two chairs, and a long table. Ahead was a hallway that likely led to some other rooms. The smells of iron, steel, wax, and fire met his nose, there was definitely a forge, maybe in the back.

Where the hell was everyone?

Patience wasn’t a friend of his. He called out and was only met with his own echo.

Cursing under this breath, he decided to ditch this plan for now, and just get some food. A door opened in the distance. He turned, expecting to see a man appear, but a man it wasn't.

Pero tilted his head to the side as his eyes raked over you. You were beautiful, with a face that was downright distracting, but that wasn’t all, when you smiled, you nearly knocked his bad mood right out of him. Your smile was so full and bright that he finally understood what that stupid saying, bright as the sun, meant.

You were well-built, sturdy, and curvy in the right places. That was clear even with the heavy apron you wore. Pero raised his eyes back to your own. Even the smudges on your face and a mask over your hair didn’t take away from your beauty.

Pero regained his composure, then asked gruffly, “who's in charge?”

Your smile dropped, “well, hello to you too.”

“Where’s your husband or father?”

“Are you serious?” you rested a hand on your hip.

His eyes dropped to your hand, you were wearing gloves, so he didn't know if you wore a ring or not, “Brother?”

An irritated laugh fell out of you as you shook your head.

“Unless…” he started, “you’re alone here?”

“I am the owner, you ass.” you held up your hands, then tore off a glove, “no husband either!”

He looked at you with disbelief in his eyes, “a woman alone, here? "his accent coming out even more now.

“Yes,” you growled back at him, growing more agitated.

Your initial sunny demeanor was gone, now you were like a cat with your claws out.

“Lo siento, “he held out a hand as he apologized like he was trying to calm a bull, “I’m just looking for work.”

He had a lot of questions.

A woman was usually married, which you weren’t, taken, or would be under her father's supervision, which you weren’t either. Or a whore, which you didn’t seem to be. You also claimed to run this business on your own, which was unusual. And you didn’t have a man guarding the door either, you were strange in fact, very strange.

“Not hiring,” you replied in Spanish, which made him raise a brow at you. “You can go now.”

You & Pero

What an ass.

You thought, sure he was hot, and you were very intrigued, but you didn’t need the attitude or the barbaric mindset. There were enough assholes in town who had opinions about you, and the kind of life you should live. You didn’t need some dirty mercenary putting his two cents in the matter.

You only made it a few steps away from him before stopping, you could feel him lingering, his eyes on you. You doubled back. You assessed him with your eyes and pulled the mask fully off your head.

Maybe he could be useful, you thought. “What are you good at?”

He smirked, taking a half step your way, “You really the boss?”

“Yes.” you hissed.

“Swords, blades, knives.” he paused, his eyes still on yours, even as he pointed at his suit, “repairs.”

“Hmmm,” you crossed your arms while continuing to study him. “I do all that. No need for you.”

He chuckled. Yeah, he liked you, he liked you a lot. Before he could stop himself, he asked,

“Is this really your place? No man is hiding back there?”

You rolled your eyes and pointed to the door, “see the name on the fucking sign, that’s my last name. My father is too old to work, I have no brothers, this place is mine. Got a problem with that?”

He smirked, liking the sass, this kitty scratches. “No problem.”

You locked in a stare with him, almost getting distracted by his eyes, you could lose yourself in them. In the back of your mind, you thought about the long list of things you had to do, and an extra hand around here might be good, but you weren’t sure if you’d reveal that to him yet.

You pointed to the door, “I’ll think about it. Come back tomorrow.”

Pero was about to say something when the door opened, he turned to see a man enter, then quickly looked at you again, seeing your smile return. Damn, it was a sight to see.

The man moved right past Pero like he wasn’t there and went straight to you. As you greeted each other, you pulled a pouch out of your apron and revealed a metal wristband.

“I was just about to send word, it’s finished,” you display your work proudly.

Pero grinned, a woman metalsmith, how odd. You continued to intrigue him by the second.

“Lovely work as always,” the man said your name while admiring it.

Your eyes darted to Pero’s. “Tomorrow,” you repeated sharply.

Pero huffed, then saw himself out.

Early Evening, The Three Bucks Inn & Tavern

As Pero parked himself at a table off to the side, he took in his surroundings. The Tavern was busy with locals, and a few people who looked like visitors.

“Can I get ya anything?” the barmaid asked as she stopped by this table, she spoke over the crowd, making sure he could hear her.

“Food and ale,” Pero answered while slapping the silver coins on the table.

She pocketed the coins. “Anything else?”

Pero sat back, really looking at her this time. The woman was good-looking, a little thin for him, he preferred them thicker. Like that woman from the shop, you were sturdy, you could handle him. He shrugged the thought away. A whore would be better anyway, get in, get laid, go to bed.

“A room and a whore,”

He’d been on the road for months, he needed to fuck a woman as bad as he needed a good bath and a shave. Plus, a good night's sleep, on a bed for once. He was getting older; all the years had taken their toll on his body. He was still skilled and quick on his feet, but he required more rest now.

“I’ll get ya a bed.” she pointed toward the door, “Take a left past the carriage house. Walk till you reach the end of West Street. Madame Mae’s is the last house on the corner. No missing it. Red door. Just about as subtle as you are.”

Pero frowned as the woman left to fulfill the order.

He was looking forward to a hot meal, real food, not the shit he was surviving on for the last few months. He hoped the whores at Mae’s were decent, he’d fuck what he could get, but someone nice to look at would be even better.

Well, you would be better. He tried to put you out of his mind, but like a phantom, you wouldn’t leave, he kept thinking about your smile, your form, and the way you shot venom with your eyes when he pissed you off. If you know how to forge metal, you could likely use a sword too, and the thought made his cock twitch.

The whore would have to do it, but you would be better.

Later, Pero

Now that Pero had a bath, a shave, and a satisfactory fuck with a decent whore, a good night's rest was next. But it was still a little early and he was feeling restless.

Mierda

Maybe he should have gone with William. But what the fuck would he have done with himself? His blonde-haired friend had done the foolish thing of falling in love and doubled back to the place they left behind nearly a year ago. After they left the wall, they spent months on the road, taking jobs and for Pero at least, trying to get China out of his mind.

Pero’s solo journey wasn’t going so well, and if had to spend another 3-5 months on horseback, starving, cold, horny, and bearing the weather, he’d kill someone. A lot of someones.

Pero wanted to stop moving, just for a little while, make some money at the same time. A lot of money, preferably. He already spent most of this year and last on the move, and if this town had no work, he’d just drag himself to the next.

Soon his restlessness, and busy mind led him to leave the bed. Leaving the inn, he stepped out onto the street, the townspeople were enjoying the weather, and the night market was still going, though some vendors were starting to pack up.

Pero only walked a few minutes before he saw you again. You were chatting with a vendor, a woven basket in one hand, full of various items. You were dressed in a dark tunic tucked into dark pants and boots, with a blade holstered to your right thigh. He expected to see you in skirts outside of the shop, but again, you were no ordinary woman, not by any stretch.

Pero lingered in the background, watching, soon he heard your laugh for the first time. Fuck, it was wonderful, just as wonderful as your smile. You were both the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, and mean as a snake when pressed, you also looked like you could throw a punch, and he liked that.

As the vendor made you laugh again, Pero felt something else and wanted to kick himself for it. He spent a total of 5 minutes with you, what the fuck did he have to be jealous about? He chalked it up to his sleep-deprived state, and maybe needing to get laid again tomorrow - that should calm him down.

There you were, his shadow, and all it took was 5 minutes. He thought about you all day, in the bath while he jerked off, and even when he fucked that whore. Pero felt ridiculous. Maybe William wasn’t the foolish one, maybe it was him.

Before he could stop himself, his feet were moving as he made his way over to you.

You

You felt eyes on you the whole time but could finally pinpoint the source. There he was, coming your way. All dark and broody and sexy as hell and cleaned up.

“Oh, the brute. Are you stalking me?”

He grunted, “No.”

“Sure?” You smirked as you shifted the basket to your other hand. “Because stalking is not a good way to get hired. In fact, it’s creepy.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, cariño. If I want a woman, I pay a whore.”

You raised your brows at him, what you were feeling wasn’t offense, it was something you couldn’t put your hands on.

“Well, the next time you go, why don’t you ask for a job. Maybe they’re hiring.” Without giving him time to respond, you were off, taking long strides away from him.

No matter how hot he was, he was irritating as hell. Brute, yeah, that was a good fit and that's what he was. The last thing you needed was to get involved with a guy like him.

No. Do not go there, you remind yourself. Even if he was hot as sin.

The next day, You and Pero

You were just setting up for a ring you’re working on, then the bell chimed.

It was much too early for clients, and there was only one person you could think of who would be here right now. You weren't sure if you hoped it was him, or dreaded the possibility. Leaving the work desk, you stepped out into the front room and saw him standing there.

“Ugh.” You sighed then headed back into the other room.

In the back of your mind, you thought of bringing your dogs next time, so they could watch the front door.

Pero took it upon himself to follow you inside. You leaned against the desk with crossed arms.

“What?”

“You said come back tomorrow.”

You were listening, well, half listening. He looked even better than he did yesterday, in the light of day, you could fully appreciate all the grooming he did.

As you noticed last night, he got a haircut, but it was still long enough to grab, to run your finger through. Unable to stop yourself, your eyes slid down his face, over his excellent bone structure, the cleaned-up beard, and down to his neck, even that part of him was sexy. You could feast your eyes on him for hours.

“Happy to see me?” He smirked, stopping in front of you, enjoying the way you greedily took him in.

“Not really,”

Pero's stance was confident, eye contact unwavering. “You need my help. Hire me.”

“What? So, you could protect me from men and beasts? I have a feeling you are both.”

He chuckled, fully amused, “I could,” he shrugged, “I am.”

“Besides, I’ve been in my share of fights. I’m good with sharp things.”

Fuck, Pero thought, your words hitting him right in his core and going lower. You were special.

“The team we’d make then, why not have the best swordsman on your grounds?”

You uncrossed your arms, "and you’re full of yourself, what a winner. I don’t need your help.”

Pero scoffed. “You’re short a man. Injury.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, how did he know that?

Auden hurt his arm pretty bad last week, it was mainly you and him here, he was your main employee. You had two apprentices, but they weren’t where they needed to be yet, you were carrying the bulk of work on your shoulders. This handsome, grumpy stranger did his homework.

Still, he irritated you, so you said, “I don’t need you. You can go now.”

Pero hated that. He didn’t mean to be so rough when he reached out to grab your wrist, but he didn’t like being dismissed.

He didn’t even know what he was going to say, just grabbed you, making you spin around to face him. Your eyes burned with anger and something else more sensual behind that. Before he could speak, you slapped him, clear across the cheek. He was more impressed than mad.

As he rubbed his face and chuckled, you grabbed an unfinished blade from the table and pressed the sharp edge to his neck. His brown eyes widened as he stared at you.

“Get the fuck out.” You warned through gritted teeth.

Your lips, that’s where his eyes went, even with a blade to his throat.

Instead of a fight, a counter move, or a slew of curses, Pero's sultry gaze lingered on your lips, then met your eyes again. Despite yourself, you stole a glance of his mouth, and those kissable lips of his.

Sure, the mercenary was a pain in the ass. Whatever depths of hell dragged this man to your front door, you didn’t know. He was like a dog who kept coming back and you didn’t totally hate that. In fact, you -

The bell over the front door chimed as a customer came in. You both heard it, yet remained locked in a tense lust-filled stare. When you licked your lips, simply to moisten them, his eyes followed the movement. The bastard didn’t even flinch with the blade to his neck.

Why have a whore when he could have you? Pero thought, the idea followed by images that awakened him in other places.

“Hello?” The patron called out your name, you knew who it was by voice alone.

“One minute,” you shouted back, eyes still on Pero.

“Repairs, the two blades I told you about,” they said from beyond the door.

“I start now,” Pero stated with a smug grin.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He chuckled, finding your astonishment cute. Pero took one more indulgent, long look at you then stepped out into the main room.

Unable to move, the blade still in your hand, you stared at the door. Did he really just walk in here, hire himself, then look at you like you were a steak dinner? Yeah, he did.

“Pendejo.” You cursed, then pushed the door open. “I don’t even know his name…”

Two weeks later, You & Pero

Pero continued to annoy and intrigue you at the same time. He was a good worker, skilled, able to repair things and even knew how to make swords and blades. It was impressive.

He wasn’t a warm guy, which was obvious from first impressions, an acquired taste really. You kept him away from interacting with customers because of his harsh, curt demeanor, leaving him to mainly work in the workshop and behind the scenes, while you handled the front of the house, you, or your apprentices Nura and Robert.

You liked Nura the most, not that Robert was bad, he was a fast learner, and attentive worker. It was just extra special training another woman. You enjoyed seeing her defy the social norms and carve out her own path, same as you. You saw her like a little sister.

Everything ran smoothly at the shop, but the two of you still didn't know much about each other on a personal level. Pero didn’t talk about himself, or his life, nor did you.

Having him around gave you more free time, and you used some of that to dive into your other love, herbalism. One of your dreams was to open an apothecary, the town already had one, but you wanted your own, and you already knew how to make yours extra special.

This dream was on your mind when you cleared out a back room in the building and started to play around with tinctures and blends on your downtime. Pero made little comments along the way when he saw you in there, they gave you a few clues about him.

Being on the road, he knew a few things and recognized some of the herbs. He had a comfort there, but when you were creating potions as he called it, you noticed he’d get a little freaked out, and it didn’t take long to figure out he had a thing about magic and witches.

You weren’t a witch, but you knew how to make some things, and some days, just to fuck with him, you exaggerated.

- Flashback, to a few days ago -

You only stepped away for a moment but returned to see Pero observing the jars from a distance. He stopped at a corked bottle with an unusual purple hue, and some kind of clawed root at the bottom.

Pero picked it up cautiously, then put it down, “what kind of witchery is this?”

You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms in a relaxed way, “ingredients to turn you into a dragon.”

Pero whipped around to you with a suspicious look, “Are you joking?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “unless, you piss me off.”

“I always piss you off.”

"You better be careful then. And stop leaving your hair around, I’m collecting it.”

As you laughed and walked out of the room, he ran his palm over his hair, which only made you laugh more.

- Flashback over -

Three weeks later, Pero

The tavern was alive, packed wall to wall, and the revelry high; it was a special night as you threw Nura a birthday party.

Pero didn’t do parties, but it was better than sulking in his room alone, and he was pretty tired of the whores at Mae’s. He’s been here over a month now, fucked most of them all, and it did little to calm what he really needed and wanted, you.

Whenever he saw you laughing, having a good time, or flirting he was tempted to march over and claim you for himself, to kiss you in front of everyone and make it clear he would cut the head off any man who tried to win your affection.

Pero was sure you were attracted to him, he caught the stolen glances, still you never made a move or voiced your attraction. He knew you weren’t shy. Was it him? Were you doing this to torture him? What a wicked witch you were.

Even when he had two whores the other night, it only took the edge off. How you haunted him so. He felt defeated, maybe? But he wasn’t a quitter. He’d get you all for himself somehow. Pero wished William was here, the blonde would give him advice, advice he needed because Pero wasn’t good at shit like this.

Fighting, fucking, eating, and drinking, be had that down. But trying to win a woman’s heart, he had no fucking idea how to do that. He had to do this right. He didn’t want you just once, he wanted you for good.

Could it be, were you his...princesa? No. You weren't a princess. You we're tough. You looked after yourself and made your own way in life. No, reina, that's more fitting.

Where’s the Irishman when I need him? I could use your help amigo.

As a drunk man bumped into his table, Pero scowled at him, then lost himself in thought again, downing his ale at the same time. Things you like, yes, he’d start there. Women like gifts, right?

He noticed you enough at the markets to know some things, including your favorite dessert at the bakery. Good. A plan. He nodded to himself, then stood. He stole one more glance of you, across the way and having a good time, then made his way out of the tavern.

The next morning

Your head was spinning, too much ale. To make up for that, you pushed your work back to the afternoon and planned to take a nap upstairs once Pero got in. Last night came to mind, he was there, then he wasn’t. You were surprised he even came.

“Speak of the devil,” you said while rubbing your temples.

Pero nodded, looking a bit awkward, then put the bag he was holding for dear life on the desk. “Here.”

You poked the bag, “what is this?”

He scratched his temple, his brown eyes looking puppy-like, “uh, that sweet round thing, with cream and berries.”

You grinned, “from the bakery?”

“Sí.”

You bite back a full smile, then open the bag, “is poisoned?”

Pero sighed and then started to walk away.

“I’m joking!” you shouted back at him, “thank you Pero.”

He glanced back, and you swore you could see a little smile on his closed lips.

The week would be full of surprises. It started on Monday when he got your favorite dessert from Sweets n Breads Bakery. He was kind of awkward all day, didn’t say much to you, and seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts.

On Tuesday, there was another pastry waiting for you, and some of your to-do list was already completed. He explained he worked late and decided to get more done.

On Wednesday, you arrived to another pastry, and flowers with dirt and roots still attached, flowers you were sure he tore from someone's garden on the way over. Soil was all over the place, and you had to dust it off your papers.

He didn’t hand them to you directly, just busied himself in the forge while they sat on your desk. You waited until he was free to ask him about them. He was just finishing his lunch in the kitchen when you joined him.

“So, flowers.”

His eyes moved over you as he swallowed the last of his food, “women like flowers, yes? Even women who wear pants?"

Pero was panicking a little this morning, worried the pastry wasn't enough. On the way to work, he saw a guy give a girl flowers, and then get a kiss in return, so he figured, why not try. Even if he felt like a damn fool doing it.

You could see his mind going as you watched him. He was so cute, so innocent in this moment, you could kiss him right there. You also knew from the mix of flowers, they were from Mrs. Jennings' garden, and she was likely throwing a fit right now.

“Ever give a girl flowers before?” you asked as you sat next to him.

“No,” he answered, his eyes on you.

“Well, thank you,”

He shrugged, playing it cool, but you could see in his eyes he was hoping you liked his gesture.

“And the pastry, it was delicious, you’re buttering me up, Pero.”

“You like them. Yes?”

“I do.”

He smiled and relaxed back in his chair.

You leaned in closer, playing with his collar, “I won't say it's working but - “ you plant a kiss on his cheek. His eyes lit up as he smiled wider. “I have work to do.” You got up, taking one more look at him before leaving the room.

Thursday

Nura was organizing something when Pero came in, he walked in like he was in a hurry, and spoke in a low tone,

“I have a question.”

She looked up at him with a smile, knowing it was about you.

At first, she thought Pero was an ass, which he is, but she liked him now, he grew on her, and when it came to you, he was kind of adorable and an idiot at the same time.

“If it's about flowers, Mrs. Jennings is on a warpath, I recommend you stop taking them before she bites your hand off. She may be old, but she's mean as hell.”

He nodded, then came around the desk to join Nura.

“What else does she like? Boots? I could buy her boots?"

“She likes practical things. Maybe something she could use.”

“She likes swords.”

“She loves them, maybe a little too much.”

“What if I make her one?”

“Pastries and flowers are nice, so are boots, but if you make her a custom sword, that may do the trick. No promises, just sayin.”

Pero nodded, he grumbled a thank you, then headed back to the forge. Robert passed him in the hall and joined Nura.

“That's a man on a mission, nearly ran me over.”

“He’s smitten.” she handed him a note, "the supplies.”

“Somehow he seems a little less - grumpy these days.”

“Little by little, but I think even if he is in a good mood, he’d still be grumpy.”

Robert hummed, “I still don't get why she likes him so much.”

“I think I do; they’d be cute together.”

Not agreeing, but not going to argue either, Robert just nodded, then made his way out with the list.

Days later

You weren’t supposed to come in today, so when you came through the door, rushing like a bat out of hell, it took Pero by surprise. Not just because he didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow, it was the dress that shocked him the most. In all his time here, dark colored tops, pants, and boots were how you dressed yourself.

“I’m not here, ignore me,” you shouted as you rushed past him, then Nura.

The younger woman caught a glimpse of Pero’s expression and laughed.

“She’s wearing a dress..."

“Once in a blue moon, for special occasions. Her childhood friend is getting married today.” Nura explained.

Pero’s brows raised higher as you appeared again, a pouch in hand.

“A dress-" he repeated, taking you in with his eyes.

You hiked up the dress, he got a flash of your legs as you carefully slid the pouch into your high boot.

As you smoothed the fabric down, Pero feasted on you. To see you like this, so feminine as the soft flowing fabric hugged your form and for the first time, he had a good look at your cleavage, the fabric cupping your breasts in a way the loose shirts never did; he was a man ready to pounce, to scale the counter and claim you then and there.

“Fuck-“ you cursed,

He laughed. Strong and independent, a mouth like a sailor. A lady, and a warrior in one. His perfect woman.

“Can’t believe I forgot this. I gotta go,” you started to breeze past them, then stopped as you locked eyes with Pero. You grinned, eyeing him with the same sultry gaze he sent your way. “Like it?” You asked while giving a teasing spin.

“Sí, you should wear more dresses.”

“Maybe one more this year, if you give me a good reason to,” you winked at him then dashed out of the door.

“That woman -“ Pero shook his head as he stared at the door.

“Oh you are far gone Pero,” Nura patted his arm, “just tell her already.”

“Tell her what ?”

“How you feel. I’m sure you’ve noticed; she has other suitors.”

“And I’ll fight them all.” He grew serious.

Dammit, the thought. He came here for work, rest and to get laid. He didn’t expect this, he didn’t plan to -

Nura’s light laugh pulled him out of his head. “Just tell her. She likes you too.”

“She flirts with me but makes no moves.”

“You really are adorable when confused.”

“Adorable? I’m not adorable.”

She chuckled, “Have you considered that she wants you to make the first move?”

“She’s no weak woman, she makes swords and wears pants.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn't want to be perused, she takes charge daily, maybe she wants someone else, you, to take the lead this time.” She playfully tapped Pero’s head

He groaned and swatted her hand.

“Take the lead Pero, don’t overthink it,” Nura advised, then laid her hands on the counter. “We have a lot of work to do, ready?”

“Ready.”

As they headed back, he asked something he was curious about. He started by saying your name,

“Are you the same as her? No husband?”

“No, and there won’t be. I’m gay.” She answered.

Pero quirked a brow.

She added, “I like women. And I do have a girlfriend, the bartender at three bucks, with freckles.”

Ah, Pero thought, he’d seen her before.

“This is a strange place indeed,” he muttered, “I’ve never been to a place like this, with such women.”

“I like to think our town is special. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have people with opinions or those who accuse us of devil worship or witchcraft.”

“Are you, a witch?”

“I know some things, “she grinned, “can I watch you finish that armored plate before I start my work?”

Pero grinned, “Sí, vamos.”

The kid, well Nura wasn’t a kid, she was 25 now, but he called her that sometimes; she had given him some good advice about you and handled his moods with ease.

In Pero’s time here, Robert still wasn’t a fan of his, but they had no fights between them minus some minor disagreements. Your main guy, Audin, was still in recovery but came in from time to time to help with smaller things. His role reduced until he got better. Pero liked the guy, what little he saw of him.

In these weeks, Pero found himself most fond of Nura, she was like the little sister he never asked for. He could see why you liked her so much and why you took her under your wing.

A couple of weeks later

Pero studied his work with a sharp eye, searching for any imperfections.

Any other time he made a blade, it was robotic, just doing something he knew how to do, but this mattered more than any of those times. It had to be perfect because he was shit with words, he hoped he could hand you this and you would know all the things he wanted to say to you.

Months ago, if someone told him a woman like you existed, he would have laughed and called bullshit. But you were real, very real, and meant to be his. For you, he’d move into this town for good, put the long journeys to rest, and figure out all that shit he avoided all his life, like how to win a woman's heart and share his life with someone. He was sure he'd fuck up, a lot, piss you off, and get it wrong, but as long as he had you, he would keep trying to get it right.

Once the blade was packed up, he made his way to your house on the edge of town. He was nervous, more than he'd been in a long time, and he felt foolish. He wondered what Willaim would say if he saw him right now.

Pero stared at the door, part of him wanting to knock, and the other wanting to run, to turn around and get the hell out of here before he got himself even more wrapped up in this, in you.

It had to be witchery; how else would you have such a hold on him?

What are you waiting for, get moving, Pero heard in his friend's voice, phantom William pushing him forward. He could hear the dogs barking and coming his way in the distance.

Pero knocked on the door…

Once Pero was inside, you offered him a drink. He sat at your kitchen table as you poured ciders then went over to him.

“A home visit, what’s the special occasion?” you asked as you sat.

“Visiting the dogs." he smirked.

"Of course," you shook your head and took a drink.

Over the last few weeks, you’ve seen a new side of Pero emerge, and it made you like him more.

You’ve made the first move before and thought about doing that with him, but it would be so much more fun if he did it. You wanted him to charge in here and ravish you, and you were hoping today was the day, but the sense of nervousness you’re getting off of him makes you unsure.

“I have something for you,” he pulled a wrapped item from his pouch. He placed it on the table as his eyes met yours. “A gift.”

“Really?”

Pero watched, holding his breath as you unwrapped it, revealing the most perfect blade you’ve ever seen. Down to the handle, and the engravings. In the past, you made a few for yourself but always felt like you were missing something. Pero, this man sent to you from the universe, somehow got it right.

You held the blade, running your fingers over it, admiring it as your lips parted slightly in shock. At first, Pero was worried you didn’t like it, but as your eyes lit up, he relaxed and dropped his shoulders.

“Pero - “ you breathed, your eyes flicking to his, then back at the blade. “This is perfect.”

His small grin turned to a full smile and before you could say anything else, he dragged your chair closer to his with one hand. While cupping your cheek, Pero leaned in, bringing his lips to yours.

Smiling as he kissed you, you put the blade down and grabbed his arms. Pero drew you into his lap as the kiss deepened, intensifying with each pass of each other's lips.

His kiss was passionate, consuming, desperate and you could swear, your body was feeling all the things he wanted to say to you and was too afraid to say; the floodgates blasted open and as your hands roamed, finally exploring each other's bodies, you knew there was no going back after this.

"Mi reina, I'll fuck you on the floor if I have to. But it must happen now."

The hoarse desperation in his voice only made you hotter for him.

You tugged his hair while teasing another kiss, “I prefer a bed handsome. Follow me.”

“Gladly.”

You held out your hand, he took it. As you made your way to the bedroom, Pero latched on to you, kissing and biting at your neck, his hands moving over your breasts as his cock pressed against your ass.

Hours later

Laying on your stomach, Pero beneath you, you traced his scar with your fingertip. He looked as good as you imagined naked; he was delicious, and you allowed yourself to feast.

He had a map of scars from his legs up to his face, he was beautifully shaped, from his hands to his cock, to his broad shoulders and bone structure. If you could only have one man in your bed from here on out, you’d choose him.

Pero felt calmer than he had ever been, relaxed after the come down from your second round some time ago. The first was hot, rough, and fast, like wolves in heat under the full moon. The second time was less rushed and even more enjoyable.

You traveled the length of the scar, then met his gaze. "What’s this one from?”

“A time I was left for dead. The bastards tried to take my boots. I took their lives.”

You grinned, imagining him out in the field, and all his adventures.

A comfortable silence fell between you for a while, until Pero broke it.

“- quite the game we played cariño.”

“Wasn’t it,” you lay on his chest, planting a kiss on his chin, then on his lips, “but, who says it’s over?”

“Meaning?”

“I haven’t seen your sword skills yet, we must duel.”

He chuckled, shaking you both slightly as it rumbled through his chest, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, and…” you kiss him again, “there’s a whole list of fun games we could play.”

He quirked a curious brow.

“Well,” you nibbled his ear before telling him what was on your mind.

“Dios mio - “ he said with wide eyes.

“You know you like it,” you grinned, then kept going.

“I do,” he confirmed, caressing the back of your neck as the games you whispered got filthier and filthier.

God, you were speaking his language, and he wasn’t sure if you were real - well if he hadn’t just fucked you twice, which was more than worth the wait, he'd think this was magic, witches work, but you, and this, were all real.

You continued, spilling your dirty thoughts in his ear while now stroking his length with your hand.

Fuck, Pero thought, he’d keep you forever, even longer after that. You would never know another man because you were his.

Pero took hold of you, pulling you into an earth-shattering kiss before holding you against him.

“Good thing for you, I'm not going anywhere. You're mine now.”

You smiled against his chest, “I think I might not object to that.”

“Woman,” he groaned with a slight laugh,

“For you,” you looked up at him and weaved your fingers through his, “I'll make an exception.”

“Now that we’ve come to an understanding, I want food,” he sat up, pulling you with him, “then we fuck again.”

“I like the way you think.” You straddled his hips, teasing him a little before getting off. “Come on my ravenous beast, I made stew last night, and I must say, it's damn good.”

You slipped on the tunic and then made your way out of the room.

Pero slipped on his pants and followed, “as glad as I am to eat, I’m more excited about dessert.”

As you busied yourself gathering bowls, Pero watched from the doorway. As good as it felt to have you, as happy as it made him to see your reaction to the blade, he couldn't shake his sense of worry. When he said you were his, you replied with a maybe, well, not exactly, you said,

“I think I might not object to that.”

Might not

That didn’t sit right.

He was all in, dead serious about it. If you’d have him, there was no one after you. But if you were unsure -

Pero called your name, prompting you to glance over your shoulder at him with that heart-stopping smile of yours.

“Yes?”

His doubts felt stupid, with the way you’re looking at him now, the light in your eyes, that smile. Still, he needed to hear it, he needed to hear it from your lips.

Pero came over to you, you could tell his mood had shifted. With concern, you turned to him and took one of his hands in yours.

“What's wrong?”

“I mean it,” he said your name as he cupped your cheek with one hand, his eyes big, brown, and vulnerable as he stared into yours, “You’re mine.”

Your eyes softened on him even more, “lo sé.”

“Say it,” he demanded.

You slipped your other hand around his back, pulling him closer, “I’m yours, Pero.” you leaned in, brushing the tip of your nose to his, then nibbling his bottom lips. “and you are mines.”

The grunt that left him at your words was primal, like a wolf claiming his mate, and before you could say anything else his lips were on yours. That was all he needed, this was home now, you were his home, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“What about dinner?” you giggled as he kissed the length of your neck and bunched the tunic over your hips.

“That can wait, I need you, now,” he growled, walking you backward to the table.

“Wow, I thought food was your first love,” you teased as you took his hardening length into your hands,

“It is, but now it has competition with you, mi amor.”

You smiled as he moved between your legs, “say it again.”

“Mi amor.” he threw the tunic across the room and quickly covered your breasts with his mouth,

You ran your fingers through his chocolate waves with one hand, guiding his cock inside of you with the other. You moaned together as he filled you,

“I love you too Pero,” you purred.

You closed your eyes, pleasure pulsing through your bodies as you moved your hips together. Thanking the stars and sky above for their gift to you; the very thing you didn't know you wanted in the form of a grumpy mercenary who stole your heart and set your soul on fire.

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My Tips for Finding Your Perfect Fit: The Best Underwear for Trans

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Hey everyone!

When it comes to underwear, it's all about finding what makes you feel comfortable and confident. Whether you're exploring top binders, bras, or shapewear, the most important thing is how you feel inside what you're wearing. I will try to provide some great options and tips for choosing the best underwear that suits your personal style and needs. Remember, it’s not just about the clothes—it's about embracing yourself and feeling amazing every day💖

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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ceo jake ‘hangman’ seresin. | headcanons.

￫ c/w: sex, alcohol, smoking and daddy kink.

CEO Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin would spoil you rotten. They say you can’t buy love or happiness with money, but Jake disproves that ridiculous statement frequently.

You don’t need Jake’s money to prove that he loves you, but you have to admit, it is exhilarating when he takes you on his private jet to Paris for the weekend and dines with you onlooking the sparkling Eiffel tower along the river Seine.

You might as well make use of the money Jake spent on you this weekend and show him your reciprocated love, wrapped up in the crisp cotton sheets of his double bed flying home on his private jet.

Your wardrobe is bursting at the hinges with expensive items of clothing. One of a kind pieces Jake got made specially for you and black silk dresses from YSL for galas you routinely attend to.

There are jewelry pieces that only Jake’s love could buy. Jewelry that Jake insists to put on you each morning, ghosting his fingertips over the back of your neck and placing a featherlight kiss there and then to your wrist when he fastens your watch.

However, your perfume selection is limited. There are three dizzying scents and only three that Jake associates you with. When you wear any one of these three, Jake will groan into the crook of your neck and nip at your flesh with his picture perfect teeth.

“There’s my baby. You smell like heaven, my love.”

Jake very much indulges in his own happiness with his own money. His wardrobe that sits next to yours is full of clean cut, expensive suits that are taylor made to fit around his broad shoulders perfectly. There is never a seam out of place.

There are rows of shirts, all varying in style and for all occasions. When Jake buys a new shirt, he likes to imagine what you’d look like wearing it in the morning when you fix him a coffee from your Italian Moka pot.

Jake prides himself most on his cufflinks and watches, and he has a fine selection. After Jake has fastened your jewelry to you, you return the favor. But when you place the final piece, Jake’s class ring that he always wears, you bring his fingers up to your soft lips and place a tender kiss there.

Similar to yourself, Jake’s aftershave selection is whittled down to two. One for the day and one for the night. You’ll find yourself inhaling either one of these familiar scents along his neck when you sit in his lap, lightly tracing your tongue over Jake’s jaw and tasting the expensive fragrance for yourself.

“Oh, Jake. You taste so good, Daddy.”

His shirts always smell like either one of these two particular aftershaves and when Jake isn’t here, you wrap yourself up in his shirts for as long as your day will allow it. You run your hands over the soft material and dip them in between your thighs, daydreaming of Jake being there with you.

Jake got his nickname within the business tycoons as ‘Hangman’, because if you didn’t play by his rules, he would leave you hanging out to dry for the dogs. Jake was very self aware of the presence and almost deadly influence he had.

On some occasions you’d caught Jake at the end of a cutthroat meeting as he brought the lambs to the slaughter. There wasn’t a strand of his hair out of place and his tie was still knotted as perfectly as it was when you tied it this morning.

Jake wore his ever charming yet smug grin on his face, baring his teeth to the world as the vicious business man that he was. There was a freshly lit cigar hanging off his lips and he was talking numbers to his subordinate when he spotted you waiting by the glass door.

He called you over and you offered your praises due to the success of the deal that was just made. The smoke of his cigar clouded your senses and you gave Jake what you thought was, innocent praise.

“They don’t know what hit them, Hangman.”

Jake was quick to dismiss his subordinate and shut down the blinds looking into his office in a flurry. You called him ‘Jake’ everyday, but when you called out his egotistical personality of ‘Hangman’, he’d have you bent over the thick oak of his desk and his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet as he pounded into you from behind.

There wasn’t a surface in Jake’s office that you hadn’t fucked on. Your favorite was when you visited him at night with your chosen take out in hand. You’d eat it together in the softly lit room and listen to each other as you disclosed the events of your days.

Jake would pop open a cork of wine that was presumably older than both of you combined. He’d turn off the lights completely and you’d stand with your back pressed tightly against his chest.

His large arms would be wrapped securely around you and you’d both be admiring the dazzling lights of the New York skyline, whilst taking sips of your wine.

You’d never finish the glass. It would always end with your back splayed out on the surface of Jake’s desk and your thighs doubled over. Your neck would hang off the edge and as Jake made you see stars for the third time that night in the dark of his office, you would gaze out upside down at his glass windows and watch the sparkling stars of New York appear in the sky.

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live-laugh-legolas · 17 days

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Allô!

For your Fellowship requests thingy, may I, pretty please, ask you to consider, the Fellowship's favourite individual clothing items? Sort of like what colour it is, and like whether it's their favourite because it's dramatic af or 'cuz it's really comfy or very sentimental or something? I hope this makes sense! 🙃

Btw, your headcanons are the best things ever, I love when I find a new post of yours on my dash! Makes me smile every time! 😊💙

Thank you so much! You’re too sweet :)

Their favorite article of clothing

Aragorn:

-I mean my first thought was obviously Arwen’s necklace but that feels like a cheat answer

-He definitely isn’t someone to easily get attached to material objects

-Life as a ranger doesn’t really allow for that

-However I could see him maybe being a bit attached to an old cloak

-He has newer ones but he keeps returning to the “old reliable” that isn’t very reliable because it is only patches at this point

-Maybe it was a gift from his Mother

-It is a bit short on him as well (let’s not forget he is canonically 6’6”)

-So now it’s more of a “blankie” than something he actually wears

Legolas:

-He is very particular about his shoes

-They have to be light and so he can feel the ground through them

-More like socks with a thin sole and maybe some ankle support if he’s feeling fruity

-He won’t wear anything that is constricting

-In general he is picky about how his clothes feel

-Some materials just give him the ick

-Once as a kid his father made him wear a formal outfit that was too itchy and he straight up stripped in front of guests; and he doesn’t regret it, he would do it again

-He doesn’t care much how his clothes look though; he bases his choice on feel and mobility

-He’s so pretty he could literally wear garbage and still look stunning

-In general he prefers his clothes to be simple and practical

Gimli:

-Armor

-Specifically his shoulder pads

-You might think they have some sort of sentimental value to them

-But really he just likes how they look

-They broaden his already broad shoulders which makes him feel very attractive

-Probably has some jewelry that was gifted to him that he is very proud of

Boromir:

-He absolutely has a silk robe at home

-I imagine it being a pale blue

-I would say silk pjs but he gets too hot while sleeping to wear them

-So a robe is perfect

-Especially after a bath; silk robe and comfy slippers

-Has worn it out and given a few innocent bystanders a bit of an eyeful

-Faramir often has to tell him to get dressed; he’s creating a poor image for himself and he scared a maid

Frodo:

-This hobbit has like 3 outfits he wears

-Not that he doesn’t have other clothes

-He has a whole dresser full; but he just wears the same thing basically everyday

-And the variations he does are just in color; he bought the same thing in every color

-He doesn’t have to think about what he is going to wear; he already knows; he wore it yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that

-Has a handmade scarf from Bilbo trying to teach him to knit

-Does Bilbo knit? Not really, but he gets the gist of it

Sam:

-He has one really nice vest he got as a hand me down from his old gaffar

-And he only wears it for really special occasions

-Very careful with it; nothing will spill on it

-Takes it off immediately when he gets home so he is wearing it for as little time as possible so it doesn’t get worn out (and so he doesn’t feel like he needs to wash it)

-Washing it could ruin it and it wouldn’t smell right

-And that’s a risk he won’t take

Merry:

-I could totally see Merry being a hat guy

-Not like normal caps or anything

-But if anyone has seen Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium there is a boy in the film who collects unique hats

-He doesn’t wear them all but he is very proud of his collection

-He has a themed hat for every occasion

-Very fond of his flowery sunhat; it’s practical and cute

Pippin:

-Ok, hear me out

-He is very serious about his underwear

-Definitely has a “lucky pair”

-Don’t knock it; everyone has a favorite pair

-He claims it “holds everything like a nice hug”

-Not shy about it either; will go into specifics about why a pair is super horrible

-“There is a seam that goes right on up there. And it’s awful! I can’t be going all day fishing around my-“ “alright we get it Pip”

Gandalf:

-I’m pretty sure this man has one set of clothes and they are very shabby

-Like I’m sorry but his robes definitely have a strong scent; not necessarily bad, but certainly earthy and like an attic

-How they have lasted so long no one knows; probably some magic or something

-He does have a pair of gloves Bilbo made as a gift that he treasures

-Are they lopsided? Yes

-Do they have some holes from missing a stitch? Also yes

-Does he care? Absolutely not

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I lost my favorite sweatshirt while on vacation recently and I definitely had a mental breakdown… I still grieve for it months later

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Hii, LOVE your work, you write amazing fluff with Miguel, makes me giggle and blush every time💘

Could I request Miguel with a reader whose love language is gifts and they are just used to buying and making lots of stuff for their loved ones, but not used to receiving it? Not like they can't accept it, but it's just new to them. And so Miguel remembers a little simple detail the reader likes (their fav flower for example) and gives it to them, while reader just goes error head empty

♡ — no returns or exchanges : miguel wants you to be treated as sweetly as you treat others → 1.05k

boyfriend!miguel x gn!reader

contents : you and miguel’s anniversary, miguel being attentive and spoiling his lovely one <3<3, mentions of baker!reader !!! (as a hobby)

posted july 29th - to be edited !

your entire life, you’ve been a giver. you find joy in shopping and piecing things together for others and you’ve been hand making all your cards for as long as you can remember. friends and family always looked forward to their birthdays because they knew you’d go all out.

so when you and miguel first started dating, you would smother him in gifts. whether it be writing him small notes everyday or baking him his favourite pastries, you’d take any chance to do something nice for him.

miguel’s love language is a little different. he’s always been one to spend more time with those he loves, maybe giving them a gift once in a while or on special occasions, but quality time meant the most to him.

the two of you were different, night and day, but you were both content with that.

miguel would take time out of his busy schedule to stay the night at your place and you would provide dinner — it was perfect.

today marks you and miguel’s 1 year anniversary, and you are beyond excited. you’ve been planning his present for months prior; your boyfriend isn’t big on shopping for others or himself. shoes worn out? they still fit him though. shirt has a hole in it? he’ll just use it to sleep. if it ain’t broke, he is not fixing it. even if it is a little (very) broken.

so, you decided to buy him two brand new outfits, shoes and all.

you sit anxiously cross legged on the floor of your bedroom with a box in front of you. the box is pink and sealed with white ribbons — rather girly, miguel would say, but it was all you had.

you’re hoping he likes the clothes you picked out. due to his lack of interest in fashion, you aren’t exactly sure what miguel likes to wear. you know he’ll tell you he “likes whatever you pick out”, but you know that boyfriends usually say that to be sweet. you don’t want him to be sweet, you want him to genuinely like the things you pick out. the pressure of it being your very first anniversary didn’t make your breathing any steadier, either.

the sound of your phone ringing interrupted your anxious thoughts. you glance over to your right and there it is, miguel’s contact picture glowing brightly. it’s a sweet photo of the two of you, your arms wrapped tightly around miguel’s waist mid swing. your first swing together. you remember that day like it was yesterday, the rush of being loose in the air and the freedom of knowing no one could get to either of you.

you sigh with a smile and excitedly pick up the phone, immediately pressing answer.

“hey miguel,” he can hear the smile on your voice, “you almost here?”

“hi, i’m outside.” he says in a pant.

you heart skips a beat when you hear the last two words. you get off your bedroom floor and skip over to the front door, taking a peak through the peephole.

the sight you see is precious — miguel, your boyfriend, standing with his hands filled with balloons and flowers and bags, and best of all, his charming closed-mouth smile plastered on his face.

you open the door and the man before you is even better through a naked eye. you can smell his cologne, one you had bought him as a birthday present, and his smile widens upon seeing you.

“hi honey,” he says, but you don’t let him speak any further. before you know it, your arms are flung around his neck causing him to stumble back a bit, his arms barely able to reciprocate the hug.

“miguel!” you gasp, finally pulling away.

“happy anniversary, y/n.”

you’re both smiling at each other, absolutely captivated by each other. the moment is so perfect; the sun is just beginning to set, the air is just right, and miguel is with you.

you let him inside and he sets down all the presents except for one, a bouquet. he takes slow steps over to you, holding the bouquet out in front of him.

“for you,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“miguel,” you sing, accepting the flowers a small pout on your face. ‘they’re my favourite,’ you think.

“i hope you like them. i had to ask around a few times but,”

“they’re perfect, miguel. absolutely perfect.” you smile up at him.

“here, i got you a few things.”

miguel starts handing you the bags one by one, each one from a different luxury shop. there are five in total.

you’re still pouting, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the surplus of presents. you don’t really know how to react, given that you’re always the one in miguel’s shoes.

as he hands you the last bag, he notices the sullen look on your face and he pauses.

“you okay honey?”

you feel a bit awkward — no one’s ever spoiled you this much in your entire life.

your eyes are a little shiny when you make eye contact with miguel, causing him to instantly grow worried. his first instinct is always to pull you into a hug.

“oh, baby,” he says, his voice expressing great concern. his arms make their way around your figure.

“what is it? something hurt?”

you shake your head into his chest. you can hear his heartbeat and it’s a little faster than it should be. he pulls back to look at you, and he looks sorry.

“is it the presents? do you not like them?”

you shake your head again.

“they’re wonderful, miguel.” you sniffle, looking up at him with a rueful grin.

“i’m just.. so happy.” you say in a soft breath. miguel’s face goes from troubled to relieved to in love.

“i’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart.” he smiles. “i’m so happy too.”

you tip toe a little to give miguel a kiss. one of thanks, one to say all the words you can’t think of to show him just how much him being there meant to you.

and even with no words, miguel know’s he’s done it. he’s found a part of him whose heart is meant to be a giver, and he was finally able to make you a receiver for the first time in your life.

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 1 year

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hello I just recently found your blog andbif you don't mind me requesting Fue nozel and william with an s/o who wears something he had given them as a gift? Like maybe a piece of jewelry or a dress

Hiya!

I hope you've enjoyed the fics there have been while waiting ^^' But here it is! The guys would most definitely like to give their spouse a little something as a gift~ And they'd be so happy to do so ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x gn!reader, Nozel x gn!reader, William x gn!reader (William gives a dress, and Fue and Nozel give earrings and a necklace Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: fluff Total length: ~1.2k

Fuegoleon

Fuegoleon is a practical man. And though he could well afford lavishing you with gifts, he prefers spending quality time with you over giving material goods.

That being said, he wished to give you earrings to wear at all times. Something not too lavish, something that you could wear day to day, but still striking enough to make them special. And, one day, when he was simply walking around in the city, he happened to see a pair of earrings on the window of a jeweller. It was almost like fate, because he hadn’t been looking for anything in particular on that day, despite him knowing that he wanted to give you something.

The other earring was a simple gold stud with a gem, but the other… It hung on a chain, and the jewel at the end of that chain glimmered in every colour of fire.

It was unique. And the fact that the pair was asymmetric made it modern; special, in his mind.

That day he gave it to you. Just because. He didn’t really need a reason. But it seemed to come right from the left field regardless.

Of course you put it on right away, and he smiled. He smiled because you smiled.

And he told you that he hoped that you liked it. Which you did. You loved it. You loved it because he gave it to you.

They became a part of your everyday ensemble, so much so that they became … natural, to wear them.

But… even if you wore them daily, the sight of them always made him smile. The thought that you were wearing something, given by him, on you all the time. It was as if a sign, of your relationship. Not quite a…. ring… but… They were special nonetheless.

In the back of his head, the quiet wish for that day to arrive as well. But for now, he’d settle admiring this piece of jewellery on you.

Nozel

Nozel thought himself to be a straightforward man. And yet… laying his emotions bare for you, at least in words, had seemed… difficult.

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel those fond emotions for you. There was just something so… vulnerable in admitting them out loud. And he wasn’t quite… he didn’t know how to … be… Yet.

But still, he wanted to give you something… something… to tell you how he felt. Something that you could carry around with you all the time. As if to carry his emotions with you in a more physical, concrete manner.

It would be very symbolic, but… somehow fitting.

So, he set out to find something he’d deem perfect.

For a while he thought about something lavish; fit for royalty. But… then he thought that it wouldn’t be quite suiting, for the occasion. For the long, lasting emotions he held for you that weren’t just lavish and for show, like a lot of the noble life was; a charade.

No, his emotions were genuine.

Then he found it. A small, blue and silver necklace from a collection labelled as “spring”, like the kind from which water bubbles in a forest. A source of crystal clear water. A source of… something good and pure; a source of happiness.

It felt somehow loose, and somehow almost too fitting.

Almost… but not quite. And so, that evening, as you sat by the dressing table brushing your hair, he stood behind you, and presented before you in the mirror, putting it on you.

“For you,” he simply stated, as if it was so … straightforward.

You didn’t know quite what to say, other than to thank him. Tell him how he shouldn’t have and how beautiful the piece of jewellery was.

It became a part of your every day ensemble, and it served as a reminder of how he was there, with you, in your heart if not physically there. Because it was impossible for him to always be physically there, and to be perfectly honest, you needed your space at times too.

But… he was there for you. With you.

And even though he didn’t say it, every time he saw that necklace adorn you, he smiled. Felt relief. It was a strange feeling. To feel relief out of seeing his little gift on you. But. To him spoke of how you accepted his sentiments, which made him feel warm. Restless and restful. Calm and excited. It made him feel so many emotions that he didn’t quite know what to do with all of them.

But… he wouldn’t have traded any of those emotions away, for anything. Because he loved you.

William

He is a man who believes in making memories together, and spending time together, rather than giving gifts. Though as a captain he was now in a position where he could buy gifts…

A part of him supposed that the memories of his childhood, making flower bouquets from wild flowers and listening to bird’s singing, came back to him. The time when he didn’t have as much as he did now…

But. Regardless, he wanted to give you something. Something… practical. But pretty. Because ‘practical’ could be a whole array of things, and most of the time it… probably wouldn’t be exactly romantic. So, he couldn’t really give you something like a …hairbrush.

Or he could but… that wasn’t really what he was after.

However, one day when he was walking back to the base from the castle, opting to do a little stroll because it was such a nice day, he was a sun dress in the window of a store.

It was white, and had purple and blue flowers on it. Knee length and A-line.

He could see you in that dress, dancing through a sunny field, surrounded by wild flowers.

And that image… he loved it. His little songbird dancing through the fields in a sun dress… He just had to get to for you.

When he just appeared from a meeting, carrying a box that… looked like it might contain clothes, you couldn’t help but feel puzzled. He wasn’t one to go shopping, not spontaneously at least.

But when he opened the box, and said that “I thought of you…” you couldn’t help but utter “you shouldn’t have” to him. And ask what was the occasion.

Of course you got to hear how there was no occasion. Just that he loved you.

And the dress, as you tried it on, fit like a glove. It also looked like something that he’d give as a gift. Which… was only fitting.

You made a little twirl in the bedroom for him, and he looked at you with… with star in his eyes. It seemed like his entire being radiated delight, joy, happiness of seeing you smiling. Of doing something like this for you.

Little did you know, he felt more than you could see. The joy, the happiness, the warm, fuzzy feeling was a mere shadow of how his heart fluttered. But… he’d gladly try to explain, to show, just how happy you made him feel.

#black clover fanfiction #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader #william x reader #william vangeance x reader #black clover x reader #black clover x you

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liquorishblack · 3 months

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What JJK men smell like, which fragrances they wear and which fragrances they like on you (part 1)

Character: Satoru Gojo (listen, I had planned to cover at least 3 characters in one post but then I startet rambling about my favourite sorcerer and this happened)

Word count: 1.200 (more characters will follow in separate posts)

CW: none, maybe slightly suggestive here and there…

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please forgive me any mistakes.

So, I’m a huuuge perfume junky and I have the biggest jjk brainrot atm so it was only a matter of time until the question what the jjk characters may smell like and which fragrances they could possibly wear crosses my mind. I wrapped my head around it and this is what I came up with:

What Satoru Gojo smells like / which fragrances he would wear:

This one was easy and I have no doubt that I have found the perfect fragrance for our beloved strongest sorcerer. I can't imagine him wearing a particularly intrusive or heavy fragrance, rather something that gently surrounds him, like the limitless surrounding his body. His scent is perceptible but not clearly recognizable as a perfume. When you stand next to him, it seems as if he simply smells incredibly good, clean and well-groomed by nature and the scent seems to cast a magical spell over you that makes you want to get closer to him. It’s an attractive and enveloping scent without trying too hard and by no means overwhelming. A scent such as…

…Apollonia by Xerjoff:

This fragrance is part of the shooting stars collection and represents the universe. So, if you’ve ever wondered what it smells like in space, this might be it!

Apollonia is a powdery, musky scent with a woody base. It’s fresh, slightly sweet and creamy. The ingredients are white florals, iris butter and white musk. Sounds minimalistic at first but this fragrance will get you a lot of compliments. A pure nothingness that allures your nose and makes you want more. But due to the woody-musky basenote there is even something mysterious and slightly dark to it which has a tempting and seductive effect on everyone who perceives it.

On another note: I find the whole Universe and shooting star theme highly suitable for Gojo since all his ct’s are based on astrophysics. Also, Xerjoff is a very established luxury brand and the prices for such a little scented water are quite something, I can tell you that! But, that’s obviously no problem for Gojo cause he is loaded and doesn’t seem to mind spending absurd amounts of money on clothes and stuff.

But enough about that because there is another one that would suit Gojo quite well. For some reason Apollonia strikes me as a very serious fragrance - perhaps even a little melancholic, which is somewhat fitting (I think we all agree that Gojo has some dark spots on his soul, which he skillfully hides under his bubbly and cocky demeanor) but I don’t see him wearing Apollonia in his everyday life. Perhaps this fragrance would be it for special occasions, like the 24th of december or on date night. I can see his younger self wearing this fragrance regularly but for his daily business as an adult he could do with something more uplifting, I think. A fragrance like…

…Dancing Light by Olfactive Studio:

Inspired by the aurora borealis or northern lights, this fragrance has something magical about it. Just like Apollonia, it develops an alluring aura that surrounds the wearer as it progresses. I call these kind of fragrances “your skin but better scents” since they’re not trying too hard and are quite hard to grasp but this circumstance makes them all the more mysterious and attracting. The scent starts off very green but develops into a fresh, creamy scent with floral accords and some spicy sweetness. Compared to Apollonia, Dancing Light is fresher, more sparkling and perhaps even a little fruity here and there, but less woody. In my opinion the perfect match for a dynamic young man who likes to have fun, exudes a lot of energy and who doesn’t take life too seriously. While Apollonia can be perceived as somewhat melancholic, Dancing Light is more of a fragrance that exudes a good invigorating mood due to it’s fresh green notes.

The ingredients are fig milk, mint, pineapple, pine needles, flowers like freesia, neroli and jasmine. The base is composed of sandalwood, vetiver, musk and amber.

I can definitely see Gojo wearing this fragrance at Jujutsu Metropolitan Curse Technical College, while teaching or out in the field, exorcising cursed spirits, because it lifts his mood and gives him a refreshing, invigorating feeling, even if he's been on his feet for hours. But in more serious or intimate situations where he wants to present himself not (just) as the strongest sorcerer but (also) as Satoru Gojo, he might opt for Apollonia since it represents the depth of his soul so very well (which is not for everyone’s eyes)… additioning to that, Apollonia would make it probably easier for him to seduce you. Not that he needs this help, but he wants to make sure that his scent lingers with you throughout the next day, so that you don’t forget about him or the memories of the shared last night. As if you could…

For a cozy night in or on a casual day out I can imagine him wearing something like…

…Musk Therapy by Initio:

I don‘t know why but somehow I find this fragrance matches his wardrobe very well… like the casual clothes we see him in on the official artworks at times. As the name already suggests it‘s a very comforting scent. It‘s clean, pure and somewhat cozy and soothing. The scent itself is creamy, fresh, slightly fruity and sweet with light floral undertones. The most dominant note is (as the name suggests) musk, accompanied by bergamot, mandarin, currant, magnolia and sandalwood. A scent that will make you want to crawl into his hoodie while you two are snuggled up on the couch on a cozy Sunday afternoon.

Which fragrances he would like on you…

As everyone and his grandpa knows, Satoru Gojo has a freakin’ sweet tooth, so I think he would definitely fancy gourmand scents on you. They’re not only feminine and sweet but also incredibly sensual, addictive and sexy.

An example of such a scent would be Velvet Tonka by BDK:

As the name suggests, it’s silky, creamy and therefore not too sweet for a gourmand fragrance - quite the opposite; Velvet Tonka is not a sticky sugar candy but rather outrageously elegant. It hugs the body like a silk scarf on bare skin - insanely sensual and sexy. But it doesn't lack a certain warmth that makes it feminine, innocent and cuddly. You definitely need to be careful with this fragrance because it’s definitely addictive and you could run the risk of Gojo burying his nose in the crook of your neck all day long and once you're undisturbed, he won't be able to keep his hands off you.

Another option would be…

Escapade Gourmande by Maison Mataha:

This one is basically creme brûlée out of a bottle - like for real real. That’s exactly what this fragrance smells like. There is caramelized sugar in the top note, vanilla and tonka bean in the middle note and benzoin and musk in the base. Also a creamy gourmand, but it still has a smoky spice, which makes it something really special. His beloved kikufuku mochis will be long forgotten, I can tell you that!

If you want something really sexy that taps into Gojo's darker parts (you know, the ones that come out when he gets drunk on his own strength or while he’s pulling weeds), maybe for a special date night I would recommend….

Bois Doré by Van Cleef and Arpel’s:

Less innocent, more badass and mysterious. A smoky, woody, not so sweet vanilla but damn sexy. He will go feral!

Thank you so much for reading this far. Likes, comments & reblogs are highly appreciated.🫶🏻

Yours truly,

Ava 🖤

#jjk #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jjk satoru #gojo jjk

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deathbyclown · 10 days

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Cotton Candy Clown

Pairing: Buggy x Crocodile

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5200

Summary: Buggy is the birthday gift for Crocodile!

Notes: This is an established relationship. Buggy is dressed in a corset, tights and heels. I make a passing reference to Croc being trans, but he has a dick. Crocodile calls Buggy ‘sweet boy’ and ‘good boy’ if that’s not ur thing.

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This was it, weeks of planning had finally come to fruition. Buggy waited impatiently in Crocodile’s room, pacing the floor, fiddling with his outfit, arranging and rearranging pillows and decorations. He had everything perfect and he could barely contain his excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Crocodile’s reaction.

It was Crocodile’s birthday and for once Buggy genuinely tried to do something nice for him. The two of them had been kinda dating for a while now, their relationship deep enough that Crocodile gave him a fantastically flashy birthday bash back in August. He had such an amazing time that he wanted to return the favor. So, in order to plan a birthday that was as equally flashy, he did something rare: he paid close attention to someone else. He watched and listened and kept notes of all the things that Crocodile liked, what made him smile or laugh, or look at Buggy with that soft gaze when he thought Buggy did something sweet or cute.

And with all of that information stored away, Buggy made the greatest flashiest birthday present ever! He created an intricate scavenger hunt where each clue was something related to what Crocodile liked, each discovery leading him to his prize: Buggy! And not just everyday average Buggy! No! For such a special occasion he put together a special outfit, the kind of stuff he knew would drive Crocodile wild! Every choice he made was because he had seen Crocodile react to it in some way. One such reaction was when Buggy had returned to their room wearing his tights after some tightrope and contortion work and Crocodile couldn’t stop staring. He called Buggy over and ran his hand over Buggy’s thighs, squeezing and rubbing, working his way between Buggy’s legs, cupping him. He had Buggy bent over with those tights pulled down just over his ass before he could even react.

With that in mind, his outfit for tonight was a silky pink corset, with a huge bow in the back, easily undone with a single pull, light blue tights (only tights), and chunky pink heels. He had his hair lightly curled, tussled, and soft, loose over his shoulders. He completed his look with satiny white gloves, bright pink lips, light blue eyeshadow, and hearts drawn in matching colors on his cheeks. He had everything perfect, cute and sweet looking. Crocodile had called him sweet for the first time when he wore these colors, called him a cotton candy clown and spent the evening kissing and tasting him from head to toe. Buggy’s skin warmed at the memory, as if he could still feel his lips on him.

He fiddled with the lube and condoms he prepared at the bedside table. Crocodile had been diligent about using the condoms but Buggy had begged him on several occasions not to use them. Perhaps he could convince him tonight. He kept them out anyway.

Buggy made sure he was clean, stretched, and fully slick so he would be ready for anything. Maybe Crocodile would surprise him and ask Buggy to top tonight but, based off of the last time he wore tights, he made sure he was well and properly stretched.

Crocodile was taking a long time to return to his bedroom, and Buggy felt cold in his skimpy outfit. So he grabbed one of Crocodile’s spare coats from his wardrobe and put it on, feeling like he had shrunk. His hands weren’t even close to the cuffs of the sleeves, and the tail dragged behind him like a bridal train. He snickered at the thought and flopped onto Crocodile’s armchair. He arranged himself into what he hoped was an alluring pose, his legs bent underneath of him, Crocodile’s coat wrapped around his shoulders, ready to be thrown open as soon as Crocodile walked through the door. He adjusted his hair, making sure it framed his face and fell over top of the coat.

Buggy nearly dozed off in his wait, too nervous to leave his spot for fear of missing out on Crocodile. His head nodded forward but he sat straight up as soon as he heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Buggy threw open the coat, adjusted his hair and crossed his ankles to show off his heels.

Crocodile opened the door with a little more force than normal, the sudden breeze generated from it made Buggy’s hair sway against his shoulders. He had a gleam in his eye, and Buggy could tell by his body language that he was enjoying himself. He was obviously pleased that he solved Buggy’s scavenger hunt if the self-satisfied smile on his face was anything to go by.

Crocodile stilled as soon as his eyes met Buggy’s, his gaze sliding from his face to his feet. Buggy practically preened over Crocodile’s appreciation, giving him a seductive smile. Within a few steps he was right in front of Buggy, forcing him to look straight up. Crocodile reached forward, his thumb skimming Buggy’s cheek as he curled his fingers around a lock of blue hair.

“You’re my prize hmm?” Crocodile murmured, bending forward slightly, his fingers trailing down Buggy’s neck to his clavicle.

Buggy sighed, purposefully looking up at Crocodile through his eyelashes. He grabbed Crocodiles hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, leaving a smear of pink lipstick.

“Happy Birthday, Croccy~” Buggy said with a grin, breaking in half and floating up to wrap his arms around Crocodile’s neck, kissing him on his cheek next to his ear. He moved his bottom half off of the chair and with his top half pushed Crocodile down into his armchair. Crocodile threaded his fingers through Buggy’s hair and pulled his head back slightly, pressing a warm smoky kiss to Buggy’s lips.

Buggy pulled away with a coy smile but Crocodile wouldn’t let him go, holding onto his head.

“Crocodile! Let me go!! I have a performance to show you!! Let me do it and then you can do me!” Buggy said with a wink.

Crocodile grimaced and rolled his eyes but let go of Buggy who re-attached and stood with his back to Crocodile. He tapped his foot for a few beats, before starting the little dance he put together just a few days before. It was a loose sort of thing, more to tease Crocodile rather than to impress him. It was mostly gyrating, but Crocodile seemed to appreciate it all the same, watching him intently with his chin on his hand, his elbow on the armrest, his legs spread, his hook in his lap.

Buggy gave him a fanged grin and moved closer, close enough for Crocodile to touch. He swayed his hips, bending over and touched his toes. Crocodile let out a breath through his nose and Buggy felt his cold hook pull at his thigh, dragging him closer. He pulled Buggy onto his lap, his half-hard dick pressing against Buggy’s ass. Buggy broke in half, turning around and moving up to Crocodile’s face, slinging his arms around his shoulders.

“Did you like my dance?” Buggy asked, his gloved fingers brushing the back of Crocodile’s neck.

Crocodile huffed, a small smile on his lips. “Not bad. I’ll show you how much I enjoyed it.” Crocodile’s hand squeezed his ass and thigh, his head bending to mouth at Buggy’s neck.

Buggy whimpered, lifting his hips, wanting to feel more of Crocodile’s touch. His lips trailed down Buggy’s chest, stopping at the edge of the corset. Buggy rolled his hips, pressing his ass down, grinding against Crocodile. He captured Buggy’s lips in another kiss, their mouths moving over one another with warm and slick kisses. Buggy’s lips parted and Crocodile matched him, pushing his tongue into Buggy’s waiting mouth. Buggy moaned around his tongue, hips moving faster, his hands fisting Crocodile’s shirt.

Crocodile lifted Buggy, breaking their kiss, standing from the armchair and carried the split pieces of Buggy in his arms over to the bed. He let the top half of Buggy fall off to the side while he grabbed Buggy’s legs, bending over the bed, laying on his stomach to mouth at Buggy’s thighs.

Buggy opened his mouth to speak but a squawk came out instead because Crocodile pulled him closer and pushed his face into Buggy’s crotch. His tongue ran over Buggy’s half-hard cock, the hot wet sensation of his tongue barely dulled by the sheer tights. Buggy gasped, his hands flying to Crocodile’s hair.

Buggy whimpered as Crocodile wrapped his lips around Buggy’s growing cock, as much as he could through the thin barrier. He licked and sucked, making the fabric damp, cooling as soon as his mouth left to suck a different spot. The sensations were strange but not unwelcome, making Buggy’s cock pulse and twitch with every breath from Crocodile. Each warm press of Crocodile’s mouth felt like it wasn’t enough, just teasing him.

“Croccy.~” Buggy whined. Crocodile’s eyes flicked up to look at him, his mouth still working. Buggy bit at his lips, probably smearing his lipstick onto his teeth, but the sight of Crocodile between his legs like this was breathtaking.

“Can I take off the tights now? I wanna feel your mouth.” Buggy pouted, over acting in the way that often got him what he wanted when it came to Crocodile.

Crocodile lifted his head and leaned up to press a kiss to Buggy’s lips, soft and sweet.

“No.” He breathed. He grabbed Buggy around the middle and picked him up, flipping him facedown onto the bed.

“Wait, what!?” Buggy pushed up onto his hands and knees but Crocodile forced his top half down, biting at his soft ass. Buggy gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing the tights, moaning as Crocodile spread Buggy’s cheeks and tongued at his hole. He pressed his face deeper in between Buggy’s cheeks, his tongue swirling, writhing against him. Buggy felt like he was going to go crazy, feeling stifled, like he was caged, his cock desperate to be free, his body aching to feel Crocodile’s mouth directly on his skin.

“P-please” he stuttered out, trembling as Crocodile cupped him through tights, tongue still lapping firmly at his hole. Crocodile’s hand moved up to his ass and Buggy heard a rip. His head popped up to see what happened and dropped it with a groan as Crocodile licked a long filthy stripe between his cheeks, his tongue feeling especially hot and wet on his bare skin. Crocodile sucked at his rim, pushing his tongue into the tight ring. Buggy moaned and clawed at the blankets under him. It felt so good but he needed more, desperately so.

He wiggled his ass on his tongue, making Crocodile moan, his grip tightening around his hip. Buggy turned his top half to look at Crocodile, his heart skipping a beat as he looked up at him from over Buggy’s ass with disheveled hair and darkened eyes. Buggy paused, his mind blank for a moment before remembering why he turned around in the first place. With his best pout, pulling out all the stops to try and get his way, he begged Crocodile, “Can you please fuck me now?,” Buggy wiggled his ass again and Crocodile bit him, sucking the squishy flesh.

“You’re so impatient.” He grumbled, unbuckling his pants, pulling out his hard cock, not bothering to take off any of his clothes. Buggy whimpered at the sight of it, more than ready take him.

“You give me this nice gift and then you don’t let me enjoy it.” Crocodile said lowly, pulling Buggy to the edge of the bed so his legs could dangle. He reached over to the nightstand with the lube and condoms.

“W-wait! Croccy, baby, don’t you wanna fuck me without a condom?” Buggy offered, his hands plucking the condom out of Crocodile’s hand. Crocodile stopped him but didn’t move, as if he was thinking about it. Buggy had him!!

Buggy’s top half floated over to him and he wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Wouldn’t it feel good to fuck me raw? You could cum inside me, fill me up, cum all over my ass.” Buggy kissed his cheek and tucked his face into his neck, his hand easily sliding out from Crocodile’s grip, taking the condom away.

“I want it so badly. I want to feel you.” Buggy mouthed at his throat, his tongue sliding over Crocodile’s pulse point.

Crocodile let out a trembling breath, his hook pulling Buggy’s face away.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me afterward when you have to clean up the mess that you asked for.” He said sounding annoyed, but Crocodile’s cheeks were pink, his eyes dark, eager.

He returned to Buggy’s legs, still dangling on the bed, and squeezed lube over his ass, pouring some onto his cock, tossing the bottle on the bed. He stroked himself, making himself slick. Buggy watched, hugging onto Crocodile’s back, unable to pull his eyes away from Crocodile’s hand stroking himself. He rubbed his cock between Buggy’s cheeks, slapping it against his hole. Buggy shivered in pleasure and anticipation, clutching onto Crocodile’s shoulders, mesmerized by the sight of himself.

He pushed into Buggy, the stretch familiar to him now, more pleasure than pain, unlike the first few times he bottomed for Crocodile. He watched with bated breath, his mouth agape, watching his own ass get spread open by Crocodile’s thick cock. Buggy groaned as Crocodile pushed all the way in, his eyes fluttering closed as soon as Crocodile bottomed out. He felt so good, his hot naked flesh felt satisfying, the lack of a barrier would be worth the mess later.

Crocodile’s cock filled him so completely, it reached so deep inside of him, pushed against every pleasant and unpleasant part of him until he was nothing but raw sensation. And it was always so overwhelming, but Buggy had come to enjoy that feeling, of being pushed to his limits. And it seemed Crocodile liked pushing him too; his grip, his bites, his thrusts, everything more powerful and unrestrained every time they had sex. It seemed like he was testing how much Buggy could take, and Buggy wanted to know that too.

“You made yourself nice and wet for me.” Crocodile slowly thrust in and out, enjoying the slick, tight feeling of Buggy’s ass. Buggy couldn’t speak, his mouth hanging open as he focused on the feeling of Crocodile’s hips gradually increasing their pace.

“My sweet boy.” He thrust in sharply, making Buggy cry out. Crocodile chuckled softly, his hand kneading Buggy’s ass, still partially covered by his tights. Buggy whimpered and nodded, panting into Crocodile’s shoulder, his cock pulsing.

“I wanna be so good for you, wanna make you cum inside me.” Buggy said into his shirt, his words muffled. But Crocodile heard it all.

He pulled Buggy’s top half around and pinned him to the bed, his back hitting the firm mattress, Crocodile hovering just above him, still deep inside of Buggy.

“You drive me wild.” He said huskily against Buggy’s lips, kissing him deeply, his tongue thick in Buggy’s smaller mouth. Buggy moaned into the kiss, his fingers sinking into Crocodile’s hair, keeping him close.

Crocodile’s hips moved faster, his thrusts forceful, making Buggy cry out into his mouth. Buggy’s cock ached, leaking against the already damp tights. He was trapped, wanting desperately to be free from the restrictive fabric.

“Baby, let my cock free, please.”

“No. I want you to cum all over yourself.” Crocodile panted, nipping Buggy’s chin, kissing along his throat.

Buggy groaned, his hands sliding over Crocodile’s back, spreading his legs, trying to adjust his cock, wanting to rut into the bed but the tights kept him close to his thigh. He could barely get any friction and Crocodile continued to ignore Buggy’s cock, sucking his neck.

“Please, please, please!” Buggy begged, his cock aching, the feeling of Crocodile’s mouth on his neck going straight down. Crocodile ignored him, mouth moving to the other side, sucking hard enough that Buggy would definitely have dark bruises on his neck. Buggy moaned, his hands gripping Crocodile’s hair.

“Croccyyyyyy! I need it, please.” Buggy cried, feeling like he wanted to burst out of his skin. Everything was starting to become so intense.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He growled into his skin, mouthing his neck and shoulder. “Such a good boy, getting dolled up for me, taking my cock, begging me for more.”

“Yes, all yours, I’m your good boy.” Buggy rushed out, as if he’s said the phrase a hundred times before.

He bit down onto Buggy’s shoulder, his hips slapping against Buggy’s ass with the force of his thrusts.

“Mmm, baby!” Buggy whined, arching his back, heat curling in his belly.

Crocodile groaned, reaching his hand under Buggy, finally giving him the friction he needed.

“Oh god, yes, don’t stop.” Buggy gasped, Crocodile latched onto his neck as he rubbed Buggy through his tights, pounding into him. Buggy was overwhelmed by sensation, moaning and writhing under Crocodile. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came, spilling in his tights, the feeling hot and slick as it pooled around him.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Crocodile groaned, squeezing his hand over Buggy’s wet spot, rubbing it over his tights and Buggy’s wilting cock.

Buggy whimpered and whined, feeling overstimulated, but he wanted to hold out for Crocodile, wanted to help him finish.

“Inside, please, I need it. Cum inside me, mark me.” Buggy panted out between moans, his hands gripping Crocodile’s shoulders. Crocodile moaned into Buggy’s neck, hips stuttering, and then Buggy felt it, the hot gush of cum, thick spurts filling him up, leaking out around Crocodile’s cock.

Crocodile pressed his face into Buggy’s shoulder, catching his breath. Buggy just laid there, too tired to move, but starting to become uncomfortable in his wet sticky tights. He squirmed a little, trying to move out of his wet spot, but it was on his skin, clinging to him.

Crocodile slowly pressed soft kisses to his tender neck, his breath fanning out from his nose over his skin as he traveled upward. He hovered over Buggy, looking over his face, and Buggy watched him, hands moving to cup his cheeks. Buggy broke out into a smile as his thumb trailed over Crocodile’s bright pink lip, Buggy’s lipstick smeared all over his mouth.

“You look so cute.” Buggy cooed, grinning up at Crocodile as he wrapped his arms behind his neck.

Crocodile huffed, meeting Buggy’s lips in another kiss. “You’re cute. My cute cotton candy clown.” He murmured, kissing the heart on his cheek, nuzzling his face into his neck. Buggy’s heart swelled and he held Crocodile a little tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. This was special. He could recognize that. Crocodile wouldn’t act like this with just anyone, wouldn’t show this side of himself to anyone. This was only for Buggy; the cuddling, the tender words, the compliments. It was only for him, and he buzzed with pride.

“Let’s get cleaned up, I want to finish unwrapping my gift.” He rumbled into Buggy’s ear, the heat from Crocodile’s words sending a tingle over his skin.

“Yes, please.” Buggy held onto Crocodile as he lifted the two of them off of the bed. Buggy corrected his bottom half, wrapping his legs around Crocodile’s middle, his body too wide for him to cross his ankles. He put his hooked arm under Buggy’s exposed butt and held him, walking the both of them to the bathroom.

He set Buggy down on the ground in front of the bathroom counter, making him face the mirror. Surprisingly Buggy’s makeup still looked pretty good, the only smudges were around his lips, bright pink smeared up to his cheek, or perhaps it was just the kiss marks from Crocodile.

Crocodile pulled Buggy’s hair back over his shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. Buggy sighed in pleasure, letting Crocodile trail his hand and hook over his back and down his sides, fingers pulling at the large bow holding together his corset. Crocodile looked at Buggy through the mirror, undoing the bow and pulling the corset loose, pulling it up past Buggy’s arms and over his head, setting it on the counter.

Crocodile’s hand went to his chest, fingers trailing over his nipples, hardening over the exposure to the air and Crocodile’s touch. His hook held Buggy’s hair out of the way as he crouched down, mouthing at his neck and shoulder, fingers circling his nipple. Buggy gripped the counter, his breaths becoming shorter, Crocodile stoking his arousal back to life. Buggy held his lips together, a small whine building in his throat as Crocodile pinched and tugged his nipple, his hot tongue laving over his neck. Buggy couldn’t take his eyes off of Crocodile, who was watching him with obvious pleasure, his eyes shining.

His fingers slid across his chest to play with his other nipple, teeth grazing his shoulder, biting down at his meatiest part. Buggy’s whine broke past his lips, his spent cock trying to come back to life.

“Mmm” Crocodile’s voice rumbled in his chest, his hand sliding down Buggy’s abdomen to the waistband of his split tights, fingers hooking into and pulling them down, the fabric of it wetly pulling away from his barely swollen cock.

Crocodile’s breath hitched, abandoning the tights in favor of playing with Buggy’s cock, his large hand cupping him before running the residual cum up and down his flaccid shaft with his thumb and forefinger.

“Hnnnn, too much! Ah ah.” Buggy gasped, his hand grabbing Crocodile’s wrist, squirming away from him as Crocodile’s thumb rubbed at his sensitive head. His body responded though, his cock swelling within Crocodile’s grasp.

“Good boy.” Crocodile rumbled in his ear. He sank down further, sitting on his knees, hunched over, working at the small buckles on Buggy’s heels. Buggy sighed in relief, not sure how much teasing he could take at the moment.

Buggy yelped when Crocodile nipped his soft cheek, his lips following, kissing over the spot before moving over and sinking his teeth into Buggy’s plush flesh again. He freed Buggy’s foot, and moved to the other side, his face moving to Buggy’s other cheek, biting and kissing him as his hand worked at the buckle.

He helped Buggy step out of both of his shoes and his tights, leaving Buggy totally naked. He tried to turn around, to help Crocodile undress but Crocodile stood swiftly and lifted him by his hips, bending him over the countertop, his hard cock rubbing against his ass.

Buggy whimpered, looking up at Crocodile from the mirror, whose eyes watched Buggy’s ass. The counter was hard, unforgiving, digging into his hips, into all the hard bony parts of him. Crocodile didn’t keep him there for long, seeming to get his fill after pushing his cock between the cleft of a Buggy’s ass, squeezing his cheeks together and rutting between them.

He let Buggy go, turning him around and kissing his mouth, pushing his tongue in, tasting him.

“Start the shower while I get undressed.” He ordered, standing straight and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yes, sir.” Buggy said breathlessly, hurrying over and turning the knobs, making sure the water was nice and warm before he stepped in. Buggy stood there for a few moments unsure of what he wanted to do. He grabbed the soap and mindlessly started lathering it, hands swiping along himself, hissing at the burns and aches he felt as his hands travelled over his body.

Crocodile stepped in behind him, into the spray of water, totally naked now, making Buggy stop and stare. He had seen this a few times now, Crocodile totally bare, but it still felt special. His body was covered in scars, scars from battle, from childhood, from his top surgery, all before his devil fruit abilities. Crocodile had told him only the source of a few scars in passing, when they were lying in bed and Buggy’s fingers traced the long stitched lines. But it was enough for Buggy to get the picture. His childhood was painful, a fight for survival.

“You gonna keep staring? Or do you wanna help me wash my body?” Crocodile looked like he was annoyed but Buggy could tell he was enjoying the attention. They were similar in that way, they liked attention, but in different ways. Buggy liked the loud praise, the thousands of voices chanting his name, but Crocodile liked the private kind. The intimate setting, where he drew you in, made you focus on him.

“You’re so sexy, baby.” Buggy murmured, bringing soapy hands to rub over his thick chest. “I can’t help but be distracted by your body.”

Crocodile sighed, his hand resting on Buggy’s shoulder as he washed Crocodile, his hands moving slowly down, until they met his hard dick. Buggy wrapped his hands around him, not looking up, lathering the soap over the hard shaft, using the slick glide to stroke him, twisting his hands as he jerked his cock. Crocodile groaned, gripping the back of Buggy’s neck. His hand slid down his back, his fingers pushing between his cheeks, pushing his fingertip into him, slick lube and cum squelching out of him.

“I wanna fuck your messy little hole. Do you want that? Want me to fill you up again?” He panted, hips jumping.

“Yes.” Buggy breathed, moaning as his finger sunk deeper into him.

“Of course you do. My sweet boy wants me to use my birthday gift til it breaks, doesn’t he?” He husked into his ear, curling two fingers into Buggy, searching for his prostate.

Buggy gripped Crocodile’s arms, gasping as his fingers brushed over it, giving him sparks of intense pleasure before the fingers disappeared.

“Y-yeah. Hah- I want you to fuck me until I scream.”

Crocodile turned them around, rinsing off the soap then put his back to the shower spray, blocking it from reaching Buggy. Buggy stared up at him, glancing at his massive cock jutting out. Crocodile scooped him up, holding his hips with his hand and his forearm. Buggy gasped, breaking in half, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Crocodile guided him onto his cock, his tip catching his hole and slowly pushed in.

Buggy groaned, his cock twitching as Crocodile filled him, stretching him until he bottomed out.

“So good. Your tight little ass feels so good.” Crocodile panted, slowly lifting Buggy before slamming him back down.

“Oh fuck!” Buggy cried out, clutching onto Crocodile as he bounced him up and down on his cock. Each slam into him was toe-curling, the sensations overwhelming. Buggy moaned into his shoulder, his cock rubbing against Crocodile’s belly with every movement, giving him stimulation from both ends.

He broke his legs away from his lower half, letting Crocodile use his ass freely, loving the feeling of being used like this. Crocodile picked up the pace, groaning, his hips thrusting to meet Buggy’s ass as he pushed him down onto his cock.

“Good boy.” Crocodile growled, “helping me use what’s mine.”

“Yeah” Buggy moaned, shuddering, eyes sliding closed, spilling white stripes of cum over Crocodile’s belly.

“Mmmm, feels good, doesn’t it?” Crocodile murmured into his ear, slowing his pace, sliding Buggy up and down his cock with more care, making him feel every inch, every ridge and bump and vein, and enjoying the slick hot feeling of Buggy’s ass in turn.

“Mmmhmm” Buggy grit his teeth, every sensation was too much, he felt like he was going to burst out of his skin. There was no way he could cum anymore, his ass was done! But he couldn’t get a word out, his body trembling so violently he had to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering.

Crocodile started moving faster, tilting Buggy’s hips back just slightly, making it feel tighter for Crocodile. But the change in angle and speed had Buggy seeing stars, had him crying out, had tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, closed so tightly shut it was beginning to ache.

He clawed at Crocodile’s back, his nails digging into his skin, a rarity, but the water made every contact real. There was no sand to disperse Buggy’s grasping fingertips, no sand to disperse the pain.

Crocodile groaned at the sharp contact, hips stuttering, then he slammed Buggy down hard on his cock, his mouth finding his neck and biting down. Buggy clawed harder at Crocodile’s back, crying out, screaming as his ass met Crocodile’s hips with hard slaps, his thick cock re-arranging his guts, grazing over his prostate with every thrust.

Buggy’s flaccid cock twitched, thin watery spurts of cum oozed out as he sobbed into Crocodile’s shoulder, slumping against him, his vision darkening.

Buggy felt Crocodile cum inside of him, the hot wet sensation making him gasp, his hands weakly gripping his back.

“So perfect. My sweet boy. You did such a good job.” Crocodile said softly into his damp hair, pulling Buggy off of his cock, and cradling him close as Buggy put himself back together.

Buggy just made a sound in his throat, keeping his eyes closed as he laid his head on Crocodile's shoulder and let himself be held. Crocodile brought them both into the warm spray of water, cooler than before, but Crocodile turned up the knob as hot as it would go. Buggy sighed in pleasure at the hot water washing over his head and skin, the change in temperature making him very aware of his bruised and tender spots.

Crocodile washed the both of them as he held Buggy, dragging a soapy hand over his back and butt and thighs, apologizing as he pushed a finger into him and scooped out the cum, letting it get rinsed away. That was really the only uncomfortable part, the rest of the shower just made Buggy sink further into Crocodile, too sleepy and tired to do anything but loosely hold onto him.

Crocodile turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried both of them, not setting down Buggy for a moment as he did his best to towel them off. He brought Buggy back into the room, grabbed his thick fluffy robe from his wardrobe and wrapped Buggy up. Crocodile almost never used the robe, and Buggy was surprised he held onto it, since he usually got rid of things he wasn’t using. But he had a feeling Crocodile kept it around just because Buggy liked to wear it. It was far too large, but that was what Buggy liked about it. It was soft and big enough to engulf him entirely. And it smelled just like Crocodile.

Buggy sighed in pleasure, wiggling around in the soft robe, loving the feeling of it on his bare skin. Crocodile brought him to the bed, made sure he was wrapped in his robe, and then tucked them under the covers. He turned off the lights and they lay there, Buggy starting to fall asleep, with Crocodile tracing his fingers over his face, so soft, so gentle, like a butterfly wing. Buggy was nearly gone, but he was awake enough to feel Crocodile kiss his forehead and say “I love you. Thank you for the gift.”

Buggy fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#crocbug #crocobug #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #buggy #one piece #fanfic #smut #one shot #buggy x crocodile #crocodile x buggy #fanfiction #I forgot i had this fic in my drafts and then croc's birthday came and went #so happy late birthday croc #hahaha!#graphic design is my passion #i am having fun making these banners tho

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