#oh yea before i made my bed i was sleeping on top of my comforter and wrapping the other half over me taco-style lmao

[chatdomestique]

I just made my bed for the first time in well over a month (possibly a couple months) and it’s so much more comfortable now omg

[gojoest]

BEDTIME STORY (about love) — gojo satoru

in which satoru tells his daughter the story of how you met. those of you who’ve read this already know, but your now 4-year-old daughter is yet to hear it

girl dad satoru, father-daughter time, she/her pronouns used for reader, wc: 1k, not proofread, just a silly little thing

“papa”

“yes, my life?”

“how did you and mama meet?”

“oh my, i never told you the story?”

“no, papa. you didn’t”

“well—"

one thing gojo satoru never fails to do, no matter how busy his schedule, is reading bedtime stories to his 4-year-old daughter. even when he’s swamped with missions, he would make sure he is at home by the time his daughter had to sleep — after tucking her in, he would sit beside her with a book in hand and read her a story until she’s fast asleep.

but tonight, your daughter asked for a different kind of story — the origin of your love, how the two of you met — and truth be told, satoru was more than excited to talk about it (as he always is whenever the topic in question involved you).

his eyes glowing with the same old dreamy glint anytime your name was mentioned, he puts the book on the nightstand and makes himself comfortable next to his little one in bed. slightly scooching her over so he could sit with his back leaning against the headboard, he cradles her in his arms and takes a deep breath before starting.

“it all happened on my birthday, 7 years ago”

“december 7th!”, your daughter excitedly points out.

satoru chuckles, his chest swelling with joy that his little daughter remembers his birthday. “that’s right, my life. your mother came into my life like a birthday present”, his lips curl into a gentle smile as he reminisces about the night that changed his entire life.

“was mama invited to your birthday?”

“no, but we just happened to be in the same restaurant that night. while i was celebrating with friends, she was there, on another table, with her coworkers”

your daughter hums, “i see”

“she was so beautiful, i noticed her the moment she walked in. and i couldn’t take my eyes off her for the rest of the night. i knew i had to go and talk to her before she left. something in me knew she was the one, you know?”

your little one tilts her head up to look at satoru, eyes curiously blinking, “but how did you know, papa?”

“my heart whispered it to me, beating relentlessly the entire time. it was like this unknown force was pulling me towards your mom and the whole time i was trying to come up with a plan, an excuse even, to go talk to her without coming off as a weirdo”

“and did you succeed?”

“well, by the looks of it—”, he points at her and gently boops her nose, “i did”

she chuckles sweetly, “no, papa—i mean did you manage to not be a weirdo?”

“hmm, i’ll let you decide on that one. so pay attention, okay?”, to which she silently nods. his hand rubs the top of her head softly before continuing.

“you see, i couldn’t think of anything but nor could i wait any longer. i decided i’d just go and say hi. so i stood up and made my way towards her table. i had to know her as soon as possible, because every second of inaction felt like it was taking away from my future with her. any second was precious, you know? if i could be with her sooner, be it even a planck time earlier, i had to take it — as it would only add up to the time spent with her”

“what is planck time, papa?”, your daughter cuts him off.

“it’s theoretically considered to be the shortest measurable time”

“is it less than a second?”

“waaaaay less”

“woah, papa you were down bad for mama”, your daughter gasps in amusement.

an audible laugh breaks through satoru’s lips, “yea, i was. and i still am”

“and what happened when you went over?”

“i said hi but she wasn’t having it at all, didn’t even bat me an eye. tried to chase me off before i was able to introduce myself. but i was already determined to make her mine, i knew it deep down that she was my person. so i forced my way and introduced myself”

“papa you’re a stubborn one”

“yea, but your mother turned out to be even more stubborn. she dodged all my attempts at her. so, i had to make it very clear to her, let her know that the man standing before her was the one to be her boyfriend, then her husband, and then the father of her children — therefore, in order for all this to work, i asked for her number”

“you really said all that?” — satoru nods to her question affirmatively. “papa, that’s so bold of you, honestly”, another gasp leaves your 4-year-old’s mouth. “and then?”

“and then she got mad at me, thought i was playing around with her”, satoru chuckles, brushing a hand across his face at the memory, closing his eyes to replay that very scene in his mind. your reaction is still pretty vivid to him, how your eyes grew wide in disbelief after what he had just told you...

i am gojo satoru, also known as the man to be your boyfriend, then your husband, and then the father of your children — and you are to be my girlfriend, then my wife, and then the mother of my children…

…and then how you narrowed your eyes and gave him a good lecture.

is this your move? you pull this on everyone you find remotely attractive?

“to be honest, i was slightly panicking internally — this was my best move, you know? and it was failing. but luckily, your uncle suguru came to my aid. he convinced your mom to give me a chance before blatantly turning me down. and she did — i got her number by the end of the night”, a soft smile painted on his lips again. “look at us now — wasn’t i right about all that?”

“papa, you’re a hopeless romantic”

“you bet i am”, he smugly confirms.

“…and a bit of a weirdo”, she cackles quietly.

“oi”, satoru furrows his brows. his hand softly tickles the side of her, incurring a loud laugh on her end. “shhh, time to sleep now or else mama will scold me for keeping you up past your bedtime”

“but, papa — you did well, being a weirdo paid off”

“yea, it really did — it gave me a home and a family”, his eyes soften observing the treasure in his arms.

[giuseppe-yuki]

joyride

lance stroll x fennec fox shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 2.1k

warnings: one suggestive comment, a bit of profanity

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: lance makes a accidental purchase (ft. k-mag + laura)

picture credits from pinterest :)

after a tiring day, it was nice to decompress on you and your boyfriend’s xl california king memory foam mattress. covered with silk sheets and pillow covers with a thread count in the thousands, lance always made sure you both had the most comfortable, luxurious lifestyle. that’s what you liked about lance. he was always so kind and considerate, looking out for others. 

but, he wasn’t being kind right now. as you idly scrolled through your phone, splayed out on the bed, lance was next to you, eyes glancing up and down as he browsed through an online shop on his phone. you frown as you watch him continue to click through on the website. as his girlfriend, you deserved his utmost attention, right?

you sit up, and crawl towards him, wrapping your arms around his midriff and burying your head into his chest. he spares you glance and a pat on the head before continuing his shopping. 

“lanceyyyy!” you trill, voice a little muffled from your position, “what are you even doing? shopping for the latest clive christian or creed cologne?” 

he laughs, and you feel his chest vibrate underneath you. “no,” he laughs, “i still have the five bottles you bought me that random saturday a month ago!”

oh yeah, you think. he borrowed the expensive cologne from his friend just once, but you got hooked onto the nice scent and decided to buy him several bottles just because. as one of the youngest ceos ever of your own company, it was nice using your almost-bursting bank account to treat your boyfriend once in a while. 

“okay… then what are you buying that possibly is taking you twenty hours?” you ask, pouting at him. 

he looks at you on his chest, underneath his raised hands holding the phone. “well…” he hesitates a bit before continuing, “you know how chloe is having a baby with scotty?” 

you nod, adjusting yourself on the bed. 

“i’m going shopping for the baby!” he exclaims, flashing you a smile. “i’m buying him the latest toys that i just know he’ll love.”

“lance,” you say slowly, “you do realize that the baby is literally still inside of chloe, right? he’s not going to be born for a long while.” 

“yeah, yeah,” your boyfriend says, waving a hand dismissively. “i know, but i want to get a head start and get better presents than everyone else.” 

you roll your eyes. “mhm, sure, baby.” but, you get a little curious. tilting your head, you ask, “what are you buying though?” 

lance puts his finger in front of his mouth in a “shushing” motion. “it’s a secret,” he whispers. 

you sit up, reaching for his phone. “what? why can’t i see?” you protest. 

“nope!” he declares, snatching his phone away from you. 

you groan, and turn away from lance in annoyance. “fine, then!” you sulk.

pulling out your phone, you go back to scrolling mindlessly, back towards your boyfriend, while said boyfriend happily adds another item to his cart. 

as you scroll through tiktok, you notice the time. it was around four am, which was pretty damn late considering that you had media day tomorrow. you almost turn around to let lance know but remember that you are mad at him. sparing him a quick glance (he was still clicking around another expensive online toy shop, you bet), you turn back to your phone. that’s when you notice lando’s girlfriend’s profile lit up with a green circle on the corner. 

you shoot her a quick text, 

hey, what r u doing up? i saw your online bubble on tiktok like two seconds ago, lmao! u do know we have media day tomorrow right? 

it isn’t long before she sends a message back. 

i was gonna go to bed early but lando was streaming and forgot about the time.. you know i can’t sleep when he's yelling at the top of his lungs. anyways, what are you doing up at this godforsaken hour???

you snicker to yourself. oh yeah, you definitely know what she means. both of you guys gossiped about how loud they were playing their little pvp games, whether it be COD or fortnite. they say some of the weirdest things too, like ‘he’s coming! he’s coming!” like, okay, calm down there buddy. 

before you respond to lando’s girlfriend, lance lets out a shout. “i’m done!” he sing-songs. he sets down his phone on his nightstand and smiles out you sweetly, like he hadn’t just spend a million years ignoring you for shopping for his nephew who wasn’t even born yet. still mad, you glare at him, and get back to typing a response.

yeah girl, i get you. lance always starts raging at his monitor when he plays his video games 🙄 no but i was up because my bf was literally online shopping till like five minutes ago! like, what are you buying that is so important it needs to be bought now?? its almost four am, istg we are going to be so sleepy in the paddock tomorrow!

she replies swiftly,

omg, maybe he’s buying you that limited edition birkin you told me you were eyeing a couple of days ago! but yeah, we should get to bed. goodnight!

her profile shows her going offline then, so you shut off your phone as well. 

lying back onto the impossibly soft pillow, and tucking yourself under the covers, you look towards the white painted ceiling of your apartment. “so what did you order, lancey?” you ask. 

next to you, your boyfriend turns onto his side, hand propped underneath his head, smirking. “you’ll see tomorrow, baby.” 

you wake up the next morning to the doorbell echoing through the whole apartment. lance is sprawled next to you, hair messy and mouth slightly open, snoring. his legs are tangled with yours, and the sun shining in through the windows makes the outline of him glow like a sleeping angel. god, you loved him. leaning over, you pepper kisses all over his face to wake him up. almost instantly, he awakens and starts laughing, trying to push you away and block you with a pillow. when you finally stop, he blinks sleepily at you with a smile on his face.

“well, that’s one way to wake me up,” he says.

you are about to reach forward to kiss him again, when you realize the poor deliveryman that was probably still outside has been waiting for the last five minutes. 

after getting into your paddock-ready fit, (you had consulted with zhou’s girlfriend beforehand to find the best outfit to wear) while lance talked to the deliveryman, you head towards your apartment’s living room to start breakfast. 

you were surprised to see not one, not two, but at least twenty boxes in all shapes and sizes practically flowing out of your living room. 

“what the fuck did you buy, lance??” you exclaim. you spot pictures on the side of many of the boxes depicting their contents. “an indoor slide playset, trampoline, lego death star???” you cry in disbelief, pointing to each of the boxes. “baby, chloe’s child is negative one years old! he’s not even born!” 

“well, i’m just being prepared!” defends lance. 

you raise an eyebrow.

“the death star is for me though,” he says sheepishly. 

“alright,” you say, sighing. “i guess you get a head start on being the favorite uncle, although i’m sure daniel will be one of your biggest competitors in that field.” 

laughing from lance’s cry of outrage to your statement, you turn towards the kitchen to start breakfast when you find two identical boxes blocking your way. on both of them an identical smiling child in an aston martin electric mini car. 

you whip back towards lance, who is giddily running around opening all the other boxes. 

“lancey,” you say slowly, “did you buy two mini aston martins?” 

your boyfriend turns around, looking at you next to the unmistakable two boxes containing the luxury mini-cars. “erm.. it appears so! i guess i accidentally pressed the buy button too many times,” he states embarrassedly. 

you are about to tell him off for his silly mistake when you come up with a genius idea. “hey! actually, can i take one of them for a test drive in the paddock? i can safety test it for your sister’s baby!” 

lance looks at you, confused. “huh? you’re too big for the car, though!” 

you gasp dramatically, jokingly putting a hand on your chest. “lance!” you say insulted. “did you forget i can shift into a fennec fox? also, did you just call me big?” 

laughing internally at lance’s stunned expression, and panicked stutters, you decide to add more fuel to the fire. “that’s funny for you to say, when you’re not so big yourself!” you say haughtily, hinting at something else. 

all it takes for you is one look at lance’s distressed face for you to burst out laughing aloud. 

it didn’t take much for lance to forgive you for the joke- just a big homemade breakfast with plenty of pancakes, bacon, and fried eggs that his athletic trainer would have a heart attack looking at, plus a few kisses on the cheek. after breakfast, lance happily loaded the mini aston martin into the back of his actual aston martin for you.

that’s how you found yourself racing through the paddock at the fraction of a speed that lance usually did on the circut. it felt fast to you though, wind coursing through your prominent fox ears and your fluffy fur. of course, you caught the attention of many fans throughout the paddock; it wasn’t common to see a fennec fox driving a pink mini aston martin being chased down by lance stroll himself. 

you use your paws to control the steering wheel as you race past fans in colored merch and even a few stunned drivers. you keep in control of the vehicle until you reach the haas motorhome.

your hand slips accidentally off the slippery steering wheel, so you accidentally drive the toy car straight into the first person that walks out of the motorhome- kevin magnussen. 

the collision wasn’t too forceful, but it was enough for kevin to drop the coffee he was holding onto the ground. 

“what the hell?” he shouts, clutching his shin.

behind you, lance sprints toward kevin, apologizing profusely. 

before kevin can start to ask questions about why lance's fennec fox was driving a mini aston martin in the paddock, lance snatches you out the vehicle with one arm, leaving your legs dangling in the air, and somehow lifts the entire mini car with his other hand. without another word to kevin, he dashes away. 

he doesn’t stop running until he arrives at his drivers room, passing fernando who gives him a weird look. lance shoves both you and the car into narrow doorway of the room before shutting the door behind him firmly.

“omg, that was so embarrassing. we are not doing that again,” he mumbles, leaning on the now-closed door and covering his face with his hands. 

you quickly shift back into your human form.  “what??” you complain. “that was kind of fun, though!” 

he cuts you off with a glare. 

the next time you handle the vehicle, it is in the haas motorhome. 

along with a bottle of expensive champagne, you approach kevin timidly. 

“hey kevin,” you say shyly, “um, here is some champagne. i’m really sorry for almost running you over with my aston martin.” 

kevin looks at you, scratching his head. “oh! it’s okay. it didn’t hurt that much, it was just a bruise.” he gracefully accepts the bottle from you. he’s about to turn away when he spots a flash of familiar pink behind your legs. furrowing his eyebrows, he questions you, “why did you bring that wretched vehicle within my vicinity again?” 

“oh yeah!” you say with a smile. “since lance is prohibiting me from driving it ever again, i was wondering if laura and agnes would like it!” 

as if summoning them, the girls in question appear behind k-mag. 

you watch as their eyes grow wide with want. “omg pappa, yes, we want it!” they chime in unison.

“the next toy shipment arrives tomorrow!” lance says happily, scrolling on his phone.

you roll your eyes as you both walk hand in hand through the crowded paddock the next day. lance was starting to get an unhealthy addiction to buying toys for his sister’s baby. 

“alright,” you remark flippantly. “as long as you didn’t buy anything too extreme.” 

lance’s response to your statement is cut short by a yell that sounds remarkably like kevin’s.

you both turn towards the sound just in time to see laura magnussen back up, then drive the pink aston martin straight into her father’s shin again. 

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

"have you heard abt THE Donna ff writer?" You'd be the first person that comes to mind. NWAYS HII<33 Ur last ff abt feral Donna was absolutely chefs kiss and I was wondering if u could write sumn like Donna usually being the top but since it's Donna's bday, reader wanted to like give Donna a teeny tiny lil gift but she has no idea what to give so she turned to our trusty red head (Dani) and Dani was like "Oh yea u should tots tie urself up w a nice red ribbon, nakey nakey w a bow on top and a lil note for her" SO BAM. Gift idea for our lovely doll maker <3 G!P maybe if that's cool? OH OH feral Donna, like absolutely 100% feral

Yesss!!!! Thank you for being here for all this time :D, and for your request, you were so kind!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

A special gift

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff, Donna being Donna

Word count: 7,767

Summary: You wanted to surprise her...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) Have a happy weekend everyone!!!

Normally, meetings with friends didn't last that long, but that party had a special touch, and you didn't think too much about the time. The dim light of one of the lamps in the living room told you that, as you suspected, she was waiting for you.

Thinking that for once Donna had relaxed and simply gone to bed was just an illusion. On one hand, you wished that on one of your nights out you would return to a dark mansion just to curl up in bed next to her sleeping body, but on the other hand, you felt a certain romantic spirit when you saw the lady in black always waiting for you, always worried about you.

You rolled your eyes and walked slowly, comforted by the warmth of the mansion that had long since become your home, and you walked to face, surely, a wave of curiosity and questions from the doll maker.

The sight before you made you stop and bite your lip. Donna was on the couch, lying innocently with her eye closed and deep breathing, a book on her lap.

You sighed tenderly, quietly approaching the lady and sitting next to her while resting a hand on her shoulder.

“Donna, honey…” you whispered, trying not to disturb her too much, moving her body gently to her to react.

“Mm?” she groaned, shaking her head and frowning, not fully awake. “Chi…?”

“Hi, my love,” you whispered as you saw her open her eye and shake her head, running a hand through her hair.

“(Y/N),” she said, sitting up while rubbing her eye, looking at you a little confused. “Finally.”

“Sorry I was late,” you said, rubbing her back affectionately as she tried to awkwardly come back to reality.

“Yes, I…” Donna murmured, regaining consciousness. “It's late, isn't it?”

“I'm sorry,” you said in an apologetic tone.

“I was worried,” the lady whispered, with a look that was meant to be somewhat intimidating. “I've been waiting for you for hours.”

“Don't exaggerate,” you joked, shaking your head and stealing a quick kiss on her lips. “Besides, I've told you many times that I don't need you to wait for me.”

“And I've told you many times that I'll wait for you if I want,” she said, crossing her arms, grumbling. “Why did you take so long? Do you know how worried I was?”

“Donna, you were asleep,” you said amused, resting the head on your hand and blinking petulantly.

“I wasn’t,” Donna said, shaking her head immediately and looking for something with her eye. “I was reading, see?” she said proudly, showing you the book and arching her eyebrow, satisfied.

You nodded suspiciously, looking at the aforementioned book more closely. You laughed shyly when you noticed a detail and reached out your hand towards it, turning it so that it was in the correct position.

“Better this way, isn't it?” you teased cautiously, making the lady frown and her cheeks take on a subtly reddish color.

“Mm,” she murmured, closing the book and looking at you with a fiery eye, crossing her arms. “Well, okay, I was asleep, but that doesn't excuse you for being late.”

“Sorry, mom,” you joked again, rolling your eyes and bringing your lips closer, stealing another kiss, this time a deeper one that made your girlfriend smile, even if it was in a discreet way.

“Have you had a good time without me?” she asked ironically, moving away from your tempting kisses.

“Donna…” you sighed. “Today has been a tiring day, we better go to bed so you can… keep reading,” you said, pinching her cheek affectionately and trying to get up, an attempt frustrated by a hand on your wrist.

“Un attimo, tesoro,” she interrupted, pulling you up. “You know what? I was dreaming about you.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, blinking petulantly, with an amused smile. “What were you dreaming about?”

The lady in black smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye before kissing you eagerly, hungry for the moisture of your lips on hers. You laughed at that sudden effusiveness and played along without saying anything.

The kisses didn’t last long, as, with an impatient gasp, the brunette moved her hands on your body to turn you around and put you face down on the couch.

“I've missed you so much,” the lady whispered in your ear, slipping her hands under your dress, pushing your underwear aside with a perfect movement as her body moved ever closer to yours. “Dolcezza…”

“Um, Donna, wait,” you said, turning your gaze away slightly, something she prevented with a soft hand that returned your gaze to the front, while her naked erection began to play with your entrance.

“Shh, let me show you my dream,” she whispered in a voice filled with passion, with that eagerness to take you that seemed not to want to leave her mind.

Without showing any doubt at your clear words, Donna slowly entered your wetness, making you make a strange grimace at that intrusion for which you were, unfortunately, too tired.

“Donna, wait,” you said cowardly fleeing from her shaft and turning around while you put your underwear back in place. “I'm just… too tired for this.”

“Tired?” the lady asked, bewildered, looking down at her quivering erection. “W-Well, it'll just be a moment,” she said with a nervous smile, trying to turn your body again.

“No, I…” you said, breaking free from her hungry grip and putting some distance between the two of you. “Donna, not now, okay? I don't think I would enjoy it properly.”

“Why not?” Donna asked frowning. “Please, just a little…” she pleaded with her best emotional blackmail face, one you had become immune to long ago. “I need you.”

“No, um…” you said, looking down and moving your hands to her shaft, putting it back in its place and pulling up the black skirt. “I'm sorry, Donna, but not now.”

“You do nothing but reject me, you don't want to make love to me anymore,” she protested, crossing her arms again, moving uncomfortably as she felt imprisoned.

“It's not that, honey,” you explained in a calm tone. “It's just that you're… inopportune.”

“I'm inopportune,” she said repeating your words mockingly, to which she got up as well as you, who pulled her arm so she wouldn't leave.

“Come on, don't be mad,” you purred, putting a hand on her cheek. “Let's see, do you want me to touch you?”

“No,” Donna answered dryly, accepting your caresses, but in a slightly reluctant way. “I can do that myself.”

“Well, it's not the same,” you suggested, running a hand through the bulging fabric of the dress. “Sit down and I'll help you with this.”

“I said no, I want you, but obviously you don't,” she protested, pushing your hand away. “Besides, it’s getting soft.”

“As you wish,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Don't hold a grudge against me, I promise that tomorrow we'll do whatever you want, or better, you'll do whatever you want to me... -Is that okay with you?”

“Whatever I want?” Donna said, turning her gaze to yours, with a smile she was unable to hide. “Even...?”

“Yes, my love, whatever you want,” you said, biting her earlobe and grabbing her waist. “But now let's go to bed, okay?”

Donna nodded, giving you a quick kiss, with hunger and lust slowly disappearing from her gaze. Her desire to take you, to possess you in the most carnal way possible was something you had been living with for a long time, something you didn't dislike at all, of course.

You were nothing but the Duke's assistant, in charge of carrying the villagers' orders from one place to another.

That was in the past, of course, since, when you met Donna Beneviento, the village Lord, a mysterious and dangerous woman, you stopped doing it. It wasn't difficult to maintain a kind of strange relationship with her, to get, sometimes insisting, words out of her mouth.

Donna seemed fascinating to you, a tormented but terribly intelligent and cultured woman. Her hobbies weren't terrorizing villagers or plotting to try to do as much damage as possible to people's minds, no. Donna liked to read, listen to classical music, make her dolls in the most perfectionist way possible…

Of course, it was far from the rumors that surrounded her, and discovering it was a complete change in your mind, as well as in your feelings. The lady's loneliness forced her to accept your company without complaining too much, begging you to stay a little longer, just a little longer.

It was only a matter of time before those mornings and afternoons of chats and hot teas led to something more. She was... a beautiful woman, even if she insisted on denying it. Seeing that damned black veil disappear from her face made you understand that your feelings had nothing to do with pure friendship or the admiration of a villager towards a Lord.

Love came that way, with a chaste and shy kiss, a kiss on her lips, those that almost no one had ever seen, much less kissed. The scar on her face was just an unimportant feature, which did not eclipse her features, some that seemed perfect to you.

The Black Gods, the gratitude and mercy of Mother Miranda not only changed that, but also her body. Donna was ashamed of it, especially when you realized what the change was exactly, although, in a way, she had already gotten used to it.

Naturally, you didn't care. You loved her, you loved Donna just the way she was and the rest didn't matter at all.

Thus a romantic relationship was created that you never expected to have, a few wonderful months full of love and passion, the best stage of your life, one that you would never let end. Two years later, you were still in the mansion, although the passage of time ceased to have any importance for you.

You had secretly promised to make up for your tiredness from that night the next day, but fate seemed not to want that wet and burning passion to envelop your bodies.

It was an evil coincidence, but that morning, you woke up with a terrible headache that prevented you from fulfilling her wishes. Obviously Donna, feeling rejected once again, could not hide a certain annoyance, but she was always understanding, sweet and loving.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, resting a hand on your shoulder while you drank the tea she had prepared during breakfast.

“Mm, better, thank you, darling,” you said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it slowly, grateful for her care. “You should sell this tea to the Duke, it's really good.”

Donna laughed proudly at her little experiments, and sat in front of you to have a quiet breakfast.

“You should take care of yourself, and not go out at night, you might be hatching something,” Donna commented, pouring herself some coffee.

You shook your head, knowing that this was a clumsy attempt to prevent your nocturnal escapades. No matter how much time passed, you were unable to fully control her jealous and possessive attitude.

It could be considered a sign of danger, but you knew that this behavior lacked true malice and was due to all those years of loneliness. Maybe you could never get rid of it, but you were beginning to know how to tame it.

“No, I think it's the change of weather, it's always been awful for me,” you said, relieved that the pain was easing thanks to that remedy. “Besides, you know that I don't usually go out at night, yesterday was a special occasion. It was Oksana's birthday.”

“Oksana is…” Donna murmured, frowning in an amused manner, mocking her own jealousy.

“The girl who came that day to get a doll for her little sister, you know, my childhood friend and…” you answered with a tender smile, finishing your tea.

“Yes, yes, yes, I know who she is,” she said, shaking her head. “So it was her birthday.”

“Yes,” you answered dryly, nodding and resting a hand on your forehead.

“I don't understand. Does she need to have a party for that? It's an absurd reason,” the lady said, looking at her cup, talking naturally, with that innocence of hers that seemed adorable to you.

“Absurd?” you asked, tilting your head. “People usually like to celebrate their birthday. Me too, remember?” you said amused, showing the nice, and expensive, bracelet she gave you that day.

“You're my girlfriend, of course I want to celebrate the day you were born,” Donna said, with a serious, but relaxed tone.

“Mm, I guess that's romantic,” you murmured, arching your eyebrows, making her return one of your favorite smiles. “Hey, now that you mention it…” you said thoughtfully, after holding her gaze for a few seconds. “I've been here for a couple of years, but you've never told me what day your birthday is.”

Donna glanced at you briefly, fleeing from your inquisitive eyes immediately and focusing on a plate of breakfast sweets.

“Mi passi un cornetto?” she asked, completely ignoring your question.

You shrugged, kindly bringing one of the croissants closer to her and scrutinizing the lady with your gaze.

“Thank you,” she whispered, fleeing from your observant eyes.

“Donna, uh, I asked you a question,” you said amused, arching your eyebrows.

“Yes, and I'm ignoring it, tesoro,” she whispered, with an almost amused tone.

“Why? Why don't you want to tell me when your birthday is?” you asked again, shaking your head.

“Because it doesn't matter, (Y/N),” Donna explained, taking a bite of the croissant. “Mm, it has just the right amount of sugar…”

“Just the right amount of sugar,” you repeated incredulously, crossing your arms. “Come on, Donna, I'd like to know.”

“When they make you think that eternal life is a blessing, they say it as if they really believe it that way, but it isn’t, (Y/N),” the lady explained, with an informal, but somewhat broken tone.

“Watching time going by or counting the years ceases to matter to someone like me. Looking in the mirror and remembering how many years have passed since I was born is just a small reminder that eternal life is not a blessing, but a curse.”

“Wow... that's philosophical,” you said in a whisper, understanding what her motives were.

“A birthday is just a countdown for everything I love to disappear, and that's you. I just don't want to think about it,” she said, with a much darker and serious voice.

“W-Well, that's natural,” you commented, looking at the ceiling. “But I'd still like to know, even if it's just to have a nice detail with you.”

“All I want is to have you by my side, (Y/N), that's enough,” the brunette said, reaching out her hand to yours and running her thumb over your skin.

“You're not going to tell me, are you?” you asked with a sigh, giving in to her stubbornness.

“You should eat one croissant,” she said, smiling and letting you know she was ignoring you again.

“Very well, as you wish, Donna,” you said in a cocky tone. “I'll find out by myself.”

“Good luck with that, tesoro,” she said amused, winking at you, to which you responded with a mocking smile.

After breakfast, as usual, Donna went down to the workshop to immerse herself in her addiction to making dolls, leaving you alone, leaving before you a perfect opportunity to begin that curious investigation.

You were going to start by searching in the attic, on the shelves, for some clue about the day the love of your life came into the world, but it seemed, of course, to be a long and tedious search.

As you ran a hand through your hair, with your head still throbbing but relieved, you saw with your gaze a perfect target, a much simpler way to find out that particular piece of information.

In an armchair, distracted as always, was the Angie doll, the inseparable companion and sinister and irreverent counterpart of the lady in black.

The puppet liked you, even if she refused to admit it, and besides, she knew a lot of things about Donna. It wasn't the first time you approached her cautiously to get information.

“Angie, my friend,” you said with an exaggerated smile, sitting on one of the arms of the chair. “What is my favorite doll doing?”

“Oh, it's you,” Angie said, looking at you briefly. “I'm contemplating the futility of space time and thinking that we are just a black dot in the middle of an unknown universe…”

“What?” you asked, frowning in amusement.

“What do you think I'm doing, silly? Nothing, I’m bored as always, don't ask absurd things,” the doll answered, moving the joints in an exaggerated way.

“Oh, you're bored…” you sighed, nodding slowly and avoiding your face to betray the satisfaction at that opportunity.

“Hey, don't you have to make babies with Donna?” she rebuked, pointing at you unpleasantly. “I hope once and for all I can have someone to really play with and not two clingy fools.”

“Um…” you murmured, blinking surprised by her irreverence, shaking your head, recovering your intentions. “Yes, well, I was thinking of something more… immediate to relieve your tormenting boredom.”

“Oh, do you want to stop being boring and play hide and seek with me?” the doll asked, standing up and tilting her head. “I knew that one day I would convince you.”

“Not exactly,” you said with raised eyebrows, getting up and walking towards a small box that was on a table, taking something out of it. “I know Donna won’t let you play with this, but… Donna’s not here,” you hissed, amused, showing the puppet one of the brunette’s balls of wool, Angie’s favorite toy.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Angie said, jumping up and down on the couch. “Is that a forbidden ball? For me? You’re the best silly girl in the world.”

“Yes, yes…” you said, moving your hand so the doll couldn’t reach the object. “But…”

“Oh, of course there is a but,” Angie said, growling in frustration. “I should have guessed you’d try to bribe me.”

“Does it work?” you asked, amused, moving the ball as Angie followed it with her gaze, mesmerized. “I think so…”

“What do you want this time?” Angie asked, crossing her arms.

“Nothing, just a silly thing, I want you to tell me what day Donna's birthday is,” you said casually, playing with the threads of the ball.

“November 15th,” Angie said without thinking too much, making you open your eyes wide. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now, silly, or I'll tell Donna.”

“That easy?” you asked a little surprised, reaching out your hand towards the doll, who wasted no time in snatching the ball from you triumphantly. “Oh, wait, that's next week.”

Naturally, Angie was too busy with the ball of yarn to pay any attention to you, and the answer you got was more of a problem than a relief. Her birthday was too close and your resources were quite limited.

Knowing it became a problem, since, no matter how much you thought of a thousand things to give her, nothing seemed right. Donna came from an extremely wealthy family, had everything she needed and wasn’t a capricious woman at all.

After giving it a lot of thought, you came to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to go to the village and ask the Duke about what Donna might like, since that fat merchant seemed to have a lot of information about the Lords, perhaps more than you would like.

But leaving the mansion freely was a bit risky, since the sick mind of the lady in black could play tricks on her, driving her crazy. You needed a plan, a good plan.

The lady in black returned shortly after, while you, somewhat nervous, searched your head for an excuse to leave there discreetly. You didn't like lying to Donna, but you only did it when it was for a greater good, much greater.

After a few kisses and the doll maker telling you what porcelain friend she had created that time, you got up and grabbed your coat, leaving the woman hesitant and curious.

“Tesoro, are you going somewhere?” she asked, approaching you and playing nervously with her hands.

“Yes, I'm going to the castle,” you answered naturally. “I'm going to get wine, didn't I tell you?”

“No,” Donna answered coldly. “To the castle?”

“To get wine,” you repeated with an amused smile.

“Vino,” she said, blinking in confusion. “We don't need wine.”

“Look at that bottle, it's almost empty and eating without wine is blasphemy, Donna,” you said, pointing at your scapegoat, a bottle that barely had a quarter of red liquid left.

“Yes, but… I think there's another one,” she said, walking to a cupboard and taking out a closed bottle. “See? This one's full.”

Shit, you thought, you'd have to improvise.

“Oh, can I take a look?” you asked innocently, causing the lady to hand it to you with a frown.

Taking a breath and pretending to read the label, you let the bottle slip through your hands, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

“Gods!” you screamed, putting a hand over your mouth to hide your lie. “Donna, I'm so sorry, it slipped from my hands and…”

“Wait, get out of the way, you could cut yourself,” the lady said, moving you away from the pieces of glass. “I-It's okay, tesoro…”

“I'm so sorry darling, I'll pick it up right away,” you said, pretending to walk towards the elevator, stopped, obviously, by her hand on your arm.

“No, no, I'll do it, I don't want you to hurt yourself, you… well, be more careful, okay?” she said, shaking her head.

“Silly, you clumsy silly!” Angie said, comically wrapped in colorful wool threads.

It seemed that everything was going perfectly, since the doll quickly caught the attention of the lady, who was left open-mouthed.

“Angie! Did you steal another ball?” she asked, walking towards the doll, which ran away from her, laughing amused. “Angie, vieni qui!”

“Well, it seems you are busy so I better go to the castle, huh?” you said in a cocky tone, taking advantage of the fact that the lady was chasing her doll.

“Yes, go,” she said nervously, trying comically to grab Angie.

The truth is that you were very lucky, but you couldn't say the same about your encounter with the Duke. Getting information out of that greedy fat man was complicated, even if one day he was your boss. After insisting, and telling him the reason for your interest, he felt satisfied enough to give you some ideas.

A bracelet, similar to the one you wore, seemed like something suitable for her, like a symbol of union you thought she might like. Once you had spent your lei, you set off towards Dimitrescu Castle to validate your alibi, being greeted by the always seductive lady in white, Alcina Dimitrescu.

“Well, well, Donna's little bird is knocking on my door,” the Lord said, looking at you as if she were undressing you with her eyes, something that, over time, you got used to.

“Hello, I came to ask if you could give us some wine, the last bottle broke and…” you said nervous, intimidated.

“Please, you don't have to ask for that, my dear,” Alcina said, stepping aside so you could enter the castle and follow her.

It didn’t take long for you to reach a room full of wine bottles. The lady in white began to study them.

“It does not matter too much what wine it is,” you said to break that tense silence.

“It does matter, my dear, the wine always matters. It is not the same a tinted water to wash down a piece of bread than an elegant and fine red wine to savor on a special occasion,” Alcina explained, looking at some bottles.

“W-Well, I guess so,” you said with a shy smile, to which the lady responded with a sensual laugh and a look that you masterfully avoided.

“I think Donna had a thing for this 78 Regina Rose… or so I seem to recall,” she murmured.

“T-Thank you,” you said blushing.

“My lady,” one of the maids said, entering the room.

“Irina… I'm busy…” the lady murmured, disinterestedly. “Do you mind?”

“Yes, I'm sorry my lady, but, but it's just that…” the girl said, lowering her head and looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “A lycan has sneaked into the vines again and…”

“Oh, Gods, those damn beasts,” Dimitrescu growled, shaking her head. “Excuse me, (Y/N), I have some urgent business, I'll be back soon. In the meantime, take a look, take the wine you want.”

“Okay,” you said, while the lady, with one last seductive smile, left you alone in the room.

You looked at the bottles in silence, trying to let the wisdom about wine come to your mind on its own. You couldn't stay like that for long either, as the familiar buzzing of a black fly began to torment your ears.

“Hi, hi,” she said when that cloud of insects materialized, scaring you.

“Ah, Daniela!” you shrieked in fright, causing a bottle of wine to slip from your hands, being saved at the last moment by Alcina's daughter, who picked it up with a graceful movement.

“Did I scare you? Sorry,” she said amused, leaving the bottle on the table. “I can't help but enjoy those beautiful eyes of terror…”

“Um, yes,” you said amused, catching your breath. “I'm still not used to it.”

“What are you doing here, Donna's girlfriend?” the vampire asked, with a sinister smile, sitting on top of the table. “It's not usual for you to come alone. My mother would have already attacked you if it weren't for the fact that you're Donna's.”

“Um, yeah...” you said, nodding as you arched your eyebrows. “I've always been reckless,” you joked, knowing that the three Dimitrescu sisters appreciated you enough to not want to play with you like they did with their maids. “I came because we're out of wine.”

“Mm, that sounds like a lie... I can smell it on you...” she murmured, making you step back.

“What? How do you know?” you asked, surprised by that unknown ability.

Daniela laughed out loud, putting an arm around your shoulders in an overly effusive hug.

“I didn't know that, you just told me,” Daniela laughed amused. “I'm very good at bluffing.”

“Yes…” you murmured, embarrassed for not having seen it coming. “Okay, actually I came to have an alibi because… well, I bought this for Donna.”

You took the small box out of your pocket, showing it to the young Dimitrescu, who came closer to see it.

“Wow… it shines,” she said in an innocent way. “Aunt Donna is going to be very happy… Is it your anniversary or something?”

“No, I want to surprise her,” you explained.

“Oh, how romantic,” Daniela said, putting her hands together and blinking mockingly. “I see everything is going perfectly with her. If it weren’t I'd have to kill you,” she threatened with a sinister smile, making you nervous.

“Um...” you murmured, looking at the door and wishing the lady in white would appear again.

“It was a joke, silly,” she said, spreading her arms and laughing comically again. “Or is something wrong?”

“What? No,” you said too abruptly, shaking your head effusively.

“Uh... you're lying,” Daniela hissed, getting uncomfortably closer to you.

“I'm not lying,” you said, sure of yourself, but unable to prevent the memories of the last few days from passing through your head.

Yes, it had been a series of stupid and annoying coincidences, but you couldn't stop thinking about each of your rejections towards her, about how disappointment shone in her eye when you didn't let her take you.

“But…” the vampire insisted, tilting her head. “Come on, you can trust me.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, giving up. “Look, it's not that something serious is happening or anything like that, it's just that…”

“It's just that…” the redhead repeated, blinking impatiently.

“Ugh, okay, lately we haven't… we haven't been able to…” you hesitated, seeing that sinister girl as a kind of improvised confidant.

“Are you talking about fucking?” Daniela said, finishing the sentence for you, although in a much more rude way. “Oh, tell me, tell me.”

“Yes, um, I don't know, it may seem stupid, but it's just that a lot of things have happened and always prevent us from doing it. I haven't been feeling well lately and with the meetings, my commitments and the dolls, we haven't had much time for… for that,” you confessed with your head down, leaning on the table.

“Do you have something against Aunt Donna?” Daniela asked darkly, narrowing her eyes. “They’re too many coincidences.”

“I know it seems like I'm rejecting her on purpose, but believe me, that's not the case. I love Donna and I like… everything about her,” you said with a defensive tone, knowing you were telling the truth. “She doesn't show it, but I think she's angry with me.”

“I'm not surprised,” the young Dimitrescu sighed. “My mother says that sex makes you happier, you know…”

“Oh,” you said, unable to give another answer “Well, she's right about that. Donna likes it… too much.”

“Of course she does, like everyone, (Y/N),” the girl said, nodding amused. “I remember my mother telling Donna that her mood would improve if she let one of the maids suck her…”

“Hey!” you squealed, putting your hands in a defensive gesture, trying to forget what she was saying. “Okay! Okay! I don't want to know,” you said, displeased by that insinuation.

“What? She always said no,” Daniela said, unfazed by your exaggerated reaction. “My aunt is quite the romantic, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have needs. Besides, you shouldn't be that boring.”

“Boring? Me?” you said, pointing at yourself, indignant. “Look, I'm not telling you anything because Donna would kill me, but I assure you that I'm not boring in bed. What I'm telling you is that a series of things have happened and they prevented me from doing it.”

“Well, well… don't be like that, little bird,” Daniela sighed, with an exaggerated gesture of surrender. “Is that bracelet to try to fix it?”

“No, it's her birthday’s gift,” you explained, shaking your head.

“Donna has a birthday?” she asked curiously, leaning next to you.

“Of course she has, like all the people” you said, frowning.

“Honestly, I'd never thought about it, but if that involves receiving gifts and playing with maids... well, I could make up that I have a birthday too. I'm sure my sisters would agree,” Daniela said, rubbing her hands. “Are you going to give her that? I guess she'll like it.”

“Yes, I hope so,” you said, taking out the small box again and becoming somewhat thoughtful. “Or maybe she won’t, I don't know, maybe it's not enough. I'd like to be able to give her something else, something more personal…”

“Well, you've been lucky, (Y/N),” the young woman said with a smug look.

“Lucky?” you asked confused.

“Yes, because Daniela Dimitrescu is here by your side to give you some good ideas,” she said, arching her eyebrows. “Believe it or not, I’m good at gifts.”

“Great,” you whispered discreetly. “But I need it to be something… I don’t know, a small detail that isn’t as stupid as a bracelet, something that really matters to her, something that she wants…”

“Come on, say it,” Daniela said, nudging you slightly.

“What?” you asked, unable to help but laugh softly at that overwhelming personality.

“If you want my advice, I’d like to hear: Daniela, please, can you tell me some ideas to surprise Donna? You’re my last hope…”

“Do I have to say that?” you asked amused, shaking your head. “Isn’t it okay if I ask you kindly?”

“Okay, it’s okay… this time,” Daniela said, clapping her hands and looking at the ceiling, humming as she thought. “Let’s see, let’s see, a personal gift… For Aunt Donna… Oh, oh, oh, I got it.”

“That fast?” you asked surprised while the vampire nodded childishly.

“Simple problems, simple solutions,” she said, speaking with a certain pride that made you laugh again.

“Okay, and what is that simple solution? I only have a week and…” you said, letting the girl suddenly drag you across the room until you were in front of a nearby mirror.

“You have it there, right there,” Daniela said, pointing at the mirror. “You still don't get it, huh? You, (Y/N), you are the gift.”

“Me?” you asked, shaking your head confused by her abstract words. “Okay, I don't understand you.”

“It's very clear, silly,” she sighed, grabbing you by the shoulders and looking at your reflection. “You are what she wants the most right now, or so you told me... so... why not become her gift?”

“Explain, I'm not having my best day,” you said, scratching the back of your neck.

“Let's see, it's easy, all you need is red ribbon around your body,” the vampire explained, running her hands around your waist uncomfortably. “A note... oh, and a beautiful bow on your head.”

“Um...” you murmured.

“Well, don't forget t that you have to be nakey, nakey” she whispered amused, arching her eyebrows.

“What do you say?” you asked blushing. “How am I going to do that? It's... it's...”

“It's a great idea, I'm sure Donna is dying to unwrap her present, and you owe her that. Abstinence is bad for your health, my mother says so.”

“Um, yeah, well, thanks for the advice,” you said, shaking your head.

There's no way you'd do something like that.

As you walked home with the wine, you inevitably gave it a second thought. It was vulgar, dirty, but terribly suggestive. Anything that involved initiative on your part, a few words, an erotic gesture, was enough to make the lady in black completely lose control.

Yes, the bracelet was fine but... Well, maybe, for once, you should listen to your intuition and accept the advice of the young Dimitrescu. Both the sisters, and their mother, appreciated Donna, they wouldn't have a reason to lie to you.

In your head you still didn't have it clear, but the following days your body acted on its own, preparing the bow, the red ribbon, writing a terribly suggestive note... During that time you created a somewhat frustrating atmosphere for poor Donna, rejecting her attempts to take you, this time on purpose.

If you wanted the plan to work properly, she should want it, she should be dying to do it and you were quite the expert to do so.

The day finally arrived, and you remained silent without revealing your intentions until you could no longer control your nerves and the desire to surprise the lady in black. First things first, Angie couldn't be there.

“Oh, no, no, no, I know that look, silly, last week I got scolded because of you, don't think I'm going to let myself be fooled again,” the doll said when you approached with a sinister smile.

“I'm grateful to you Angie…” you said in a sweet, exaggerated voice. “That's why I wanted to tell you that I thought I saw a cricket in the garden this morning, you know, those bugs that make you laugh so much…”

“A cricket? Liar…” Angie said, not trusting you. “Do you think you're going to fool me that easily?”

“I think there were two crickets,” you sighed, pretending to remember. “They were around the cabins, but if you're not interested…”

“Two!?” she squealed excitedly, walking towards the exit. “It better not be a lie, stupid, stupid…”

“Have fun,” you sang, closing the door when the puppet left the mansion, obviously, locking it so Angie wouldn't interrupt.

“What are those screams about?” Donna said, coming up from the basement with a tender smile, kissing you slowly.

“Angie, she saw a cricket,” you explained, letting the lady gently grab your waist. “Hey, Donna, I have something to tell you.”

“Mm,” she said, hardening her expression a bit.

You moved away, taking the small box out of your pocket and biting your lip.

“I know you didn't want me to know, and I'm sorry if it annoys you, but I can't help but want to make you feel good. I want to give you a little of everything you give me and… show that I also celebrate the day the Gods decided you would come into the world,” you said with a nervous tone, but a pleading look, opening the box and showing the bracelet. “This is for you, Donna, happy birthday.”

“(Y/N)…” she sighed, taking the bracelet and looking at it, looking back at you a later, with a smile. “Amore mio… I guess I couldn’t help you found out,” she sighed, looking adoringly at your gift, slowly approaching to kiss you.

“You know me,” you said, blushing at her soft caresses on your face.

“Grazie, tesoro, grazie di cuore…” the brunette whispered, kissing you in a terribly romantic way, you even thought a tear was coming out of her eye. “I love you…”

“Me too,” you said nervously, playing with the buttons of her dress. “But wait, I still have something else to give you…”

“Something else?” she asked, playing with the bracelet on her wrist. “What is it?”

“You… wait for me here, darling, I’ll be right back,” you whispered in her ear in the most sensual way you could, walking upstairs, ready to put that curious advice into practice.

“Va bene,” she sighed, nodding, reluctantly letting you go.

You quickly stripped, putting the red ribbon around you, hooking it with the bow on your head, looking at yourself embarrassedly in the mirror and checking the note. You took a breath and felt a little cold, but you didn't care, you had already started down the stairs, there was no turning back.

“Donna,” you said to get her attention, since the lady was distracted with her gift, at least until she saw you, abruptly getting up from the chair, with her eye wide open and her jaw dropped.

“Ma… ma…” she stammered as you approached with a sexy smile, moving your hips in an exaggerated way and running your hands along your bare waist. “Madonna…”

“Do you like it? This is my other gift and you know what? It's just for you…” you whispered as you approached, slightly separating your legs and moaning while purring. “What are you doing standing there? Come closer and unwrap it…”

She nodded, still open-mouthed, her body shaking, inadvertently bringing a hand to her dress, probably calming herself with a gentle grip between her legs.

“That's it, honey, look, there's a note for you,” you said when she was close enough, pointing to the small piece of paper you had strategically placed on one of your breasts.

Donna, without saying a word, reached out her trembling hand, maintaining heavy eye contact with you. You could hear her breathing, the unmistakable sign that it was a good idea. The lady in black turned her curious eye to the paper, reading the words you repeated in your mind.

I am your gift, Donna, enjoy it as you deserve, enjoy me as you like…

“(Y/N),” she said with a gasp, blinking, completely paralyzed.

Of course you already assumed that she would react like that, completely frozen, so your next step was to make her react.

With a slow step, pulling her hand, you approached the dining table, leaning back on it and separating your legs even further, letting your wetness peek out from behind the red ribbon.

“Mm, Donna... don't you want to play with your gift? You can take the wrapping away or tear it, but don't waste it.”

The lady's gaze darkened and a sinister smile appeared on a face as she approached, running a hand through the red ribbon before locking her eye with yours and finally reacting.

Donna began to kiss you in an extremely wild way, without thinking, without feeling anything other than pure lust in her body. Donna approached yours quickly, pressing herself while her hands pushed aside the ribbon of the gift and ran over your folds, wet with excitement.

“I'm in a hurry, (Y/N), I might spend my gift without much care,” she growled in your ear, releasing her trembling erection and caressing your entrance with it. “I suppose you'll be good, won't you? Will you be a good gift?”

“The best one,” you whispered, moaning at the contact, at the lack of delicacy of the lady as she introduced the tip roughly, moaning with burning desire. “Mm…”

She laughed, enjoying a moment of anticipation, the way your walls let her shaft slide little by little between them, entering completely with a quick thrust.

“Oh, Donna,” you moaned at the intrusion, throwing your head back, but being returned to its place by a strong tug of the doll maker in your hair.

“I want you to look at me, doll,” Donna hissed in your ear as her hands pulled your hips to the edge of the table, letting your body slowly get used to her erection. “That's it…”

Without saying another word, her hips began to move, thrusting into you with a wild fury that made you roll your eyes as your body let itself go, letting her hands manipulate it as she pleased, like a good gift.

Your body squeezed her, making her moan with erotic hisses while her body simply dedicated itself to taking you as she so longed, in a hurry, but enjoying the wet journey trough your walls.

“Così stretta… Così buono, (Y/N),” the brunette whispered in your ear, with a nervous gasp, staying as deep inside you as she could before pulling out and thrusting harder.

Donna was out of control, unable to take a moment to kiss or say that she loved you.

Once again, the pleasure was so great that you didn't stop to think about those things, just to enjoy her desperate, almost animalistic movements, her hands scratching your skin, dragging your body until your were almost in the air, without stopping, without pausing, without having any intention of controlling herself.

“Donna, Donna, I'm going to...” you said, overwhelmed by the movements, maintaining eye contact as much as you could, the sight of your lover taking you in a rough and possessive way, of the quick movements of her body, enveloped by an obscene and wet sound.

The lady in black definitely didn't have time to think things over and, with a guttural growl, she released herself inside you, leaning into your body as her legs trembled and her hot seed covered your excited walls, squeezing her at the same time due to your discreet orgasm.

“Donna, it was…” you said, catching your breath, moving that annoying ribbon aside and caressing the cheek of the agitated lady, who looked up with a dark shadow in her eye.

“It wasn't, (Y/N),” Donna hissed, moving away from you and letting her release run down your legs. “This isn't over. I have to enjoy my gift…”

“Oh,” you said amused, getting off the table and bringing your hand to her exhausted, but not completely relaxed erection. “What do you want your gift to do for you, my love?”

“So I can do whatever I want to you, right? Very well, la tua bocca, now,” she said sternly, with a wild look, pointing to the floor. “Come on, be a good doll…”

You nodded, also pulling on her lower lip and fulfilling her request, letting your knees rest on the wood while your hands went directly to her shiny shaft, stimulating it slowly, staining yourself with the remains of her release.

“I said your mouth, (Y/N),” Donna said, lifting your chin and guiding you where she wanted it, making your lips caress the tip before wrapping it completely.

You laughed satisfied by that overwhelming need, tasting Donna as your mouth ran over her erection, noticing how, little by little, it went harder between your lips. That was, definitely, the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you, you would have to do it more often.

“That's it... take it, doll...” Donna whispered, putting a hand on the bow of your head, using it as a method to manipulate you, to make you move quickly so your tongue didn't leave a single inch of her skin untouched.

She moaned at those small kisses you dared to give, at the way you sucked and released it, at the movement her erection made in your mouth when it was out of your lips with another curious sound.

Your tongue ran up and down her shaft, accompanying that subtle stimulation with your hand that moved to the rhythm of your mouth. For a moment you thought she would release herself like that, and imagining it made your legs wobble as you touched your own overstimulated wetness.

Apparently Donna had other plans.

“Get up,” she ordered you roughly, helping you and putting you against the table, face down, pulling your hips up and penetrating you without warning.

Synchronized moans filled the old mansion again as her hands squeezed your breasts and her hips crashed against yours. Your already wet walls welcomed her tireless erection again, adapting perfectly to that roughness, to the wild Donna, who became uncontrollable.

“My gift… la mia bambola,” the lady moaned, pressing your head against the wood as she took you relentlessly.

Of course, that new lustful act didn't last long either. That time Donna pulled out, letting your back be desecrated by her orgasm, almost as if, for a moment, she had some lucidity and thought about the consequences, something she didn't usually do.

“Well,” you said, letting the lady hug you, taking care of her relaxing kisses, as an apology for the way she claimed you. “Did you like your gift?”

“You've made me think about wanting to celebrate my birthday every year, (Y/N),” she said amused, brushing the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“Mm...” you murmured, stealing a tender kiss from her. “By the way, how old are you?”

“To answer that, bambola... I would need another gift like this...”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ vampire love

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary : they were each others’ go-to hookup in highschool, chris is back in town and y/n surprises him at his window. based on “vampire love” by yung bruh.

warnings : basically pure smuttttt :P & they’re both just whiney and horny idk. they get fluffy at the end tho

mickey speaks : uhhhh 1st post & im showing my whorism already !!!! oops

Y/N - 12:56 AM

are u home?

CHRIS

yea i landed this morning

Y/N

u never told me ☹️☹️

CHRIS

i know it was a busy day for me

CHRIS

i’m sorry

Y/N

well wyd right now?

CHRIS

texting u 😘

Y/N

cornball. go back to LA

CHRIS

nah im actually just sitting here watching

family guy in nick’s room

Y/N

tell nick i say hi aw

Y/N

i missed u guys

CHRIS

i missed you bruh

CHRIS

i wanna see u but i don’t want u

leaving the house this late for me

CHRIS

i’ll def come see you tomorrow tho

Y/N

oh??? that’s crazy bc i would get

“come over” texts from u at 3 am

in highschool 😭😭

Y/N

like who am i speaking to rn

CHRIS

a gentleman tf🤦‍♂️🤷‍♂️!!!

message laughed at by Y/N !

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Y/N - 1:23 AM

you still watching tv?

CHRIS

nah i’m in my room now

Y/N

oh ok

Y/N

sooo.

Y/N

i’m at your house????

CHRIS

WHAT

Y/N

window …😊😊

chris immediately shuffles from his bed over to his window, seeing you with your face illuminated by your phone light.

he smiles and goes to text you,

CHRIS

what r u waiting for?? get up here

he looks back to see you roll your eyes in response and begin to move the same ladder you used in highschool over to chris’ window.

chris pries open the window with his bottom lip comfortably tucked in his mouth. he peeks his head out and can’t help but commentate on your situation as you focus heavily on making it up the rickety ladder. “she couldn’t wait twelve hours to see her man, wow. i must be something special, huh?”

you move your focus from your careful footsteps, up to chris, with a smug look and fuckass hat on his head. “maybe she was just a little horny and very bored.”

“she could’ve gone to sleep like someone normal.” he teases more, leaning back as she’s now made it up to his level.

he reaches his hand out and helps her into his room, “does he not want to fuck her or…?” she tilts her head and watches chris close his window.

“shut up,” he laughs a little walking towards her and pulling her into a hug (he makes sure to hold the sides of your bare hips that you purposely have on display, just so you know he saw and he appreciates it) which you embrace deeply. “hottest bitch alive,” he laughs into your hair.

you push him away, laughing at the old inside joke (before anything had happened between the two of you chris took a hit or two from a joint sophomore year of highschool and revealed his attraction to you, declaring you “the hottest bitch alive,” and of course you teased him but none the less took it as a compliment).

he hooks his hand on the waist band of your small shorts before you can get far, pulling you back and laying a soft, short kiss on your lips.

your head is at an angle looking up to him and the corners of your mouth begin to upturn as you chase his initial kiss with another and another, building passion with every connection.

he deepens the kiss while moving backwards towards the black couch at the foot of his bed. upon reaching it you push him gently causing him to fall back onto the plush surface. he draws his hand across his now wet lips as a smirk crosses his face.

chris pats his lap anticipating your willing obedience, only for you to step back and remove your teddy bear slippers you hadn’t gotten the chance to take off yet. he chuckles a little and removes his hat, throwing it behind him onto his bed, and moving his arm to rest behind his head as he lazily watches your every move.

your loose tank top and lack of bra leave little to imagine as you walk back towards him and crawl onto his lap. you try not to let the dopey grin that’s etched on his mouth effect you too much as you move his hands to hold your ass.

he begins to kiss you again, a little harder than before and adding the aspect of his tongue to explore parts of your mouth he hadn’t seen in some time. your hands ghost up his neck and one hand holds there while the other moves to his cheek.

you begin grinding yourself against his lap and he disconnects your lips to hiss at the sensation before kissing up and down your neck slowly.

girl lay yo body down on that fuckin couch

when you begin to moan lowly and grind yourself harder chris lifts you off of his lap and lays you on the couch, now hovering over you.

you’re annoyed by the loss of stimulation and groan, “come backk.” you pull at his white wife beater and chase his lips with your own.

“shhh” he whispers against your pouted lips, dragging himself down to settle on the floor below you, guiding his face between your legs and making them fall on either side of his head.

open up your legs i’m gon’ work my mouth

you whimper and suck your bottom lip in your mouth when he starts to leave kisses and nibbles on your inner thighs. he’s carefully avoiding your clothed center, taking his time loving on you.

“chris,” you let out a breathy whine and reach for his hand, bold enough to place it right at your lower tummy and waistband of your tiny fucking shorts.

chris hums against your center, finally looking up at you with droopy, infatuated eyes. you caress his hand to encourage him to adventure further into your heat.

as much as he loves to tease, his fingers curl and grip the waistband as his fingers dance along the small string of your thong. he smiles at the thought of you putting it on just for him tonight.

“baby, please,” you whine again, louder.

try not to make a sound this my momma house

he kisses the space between your center and thigh, the closest he’s gotten to where you need him most at this point. “shhh, i’ll give you what you want. jus’ gotta be quiet, ‘kay?” he mews before he presses a gentle kiss to your clothed cunt.

you just about sob and fight the urge to push your shorts to the side and force his head down yourself.

he finally sits back on his legs, moving his hands slowly up your legs. “god damn, you’re so precious,” he rasps with a smile as he slowly lowers your shorts down your legs.

“just for you,” you breathe when he’s finally pulls your shorts off and throws them behind him.

“how sweet,” he kisses your ankle before hooking it over his shoulder. chris stares up at you before his eyes flick down to your dripping core, leaving a wet spot at the center of your tiny thong.

he groans at the sight and uses his right hand to pull the cloth to the side as his left hand rubs across your lower stomach leaving butterflies in its path. he moves his index finger through your soaked folds causing you to let out a hushed yet sharp moan.

chris uses your sound of pleasure as encouragement when he dips his tongue into you continuously. when you start to buck into his face he uses his arm to hold your leg (that’s not over his shoulder) down against the couch.

your soft moans are harmonious and you watch as chris closes his eyes and begins to fully enjoy licking at your core. he moves to kiss your thigh again, replacing his mouth with his fingers entering in and out of you slowly. you watch him as he focuses on his fingers’ every move and enjoys his front row viewing of your body’s appreciation of him.

he blissfully lays his cheek on your inner thigh when you bring your hand down to his face and comb through his hair to pull his attention back to your face rather than your pussy.

he shifts his eyes up and you draw your finger across his swollen bottom lip. he slowly smiles at you before speaking, “wanna cum, hmm?”

and to his surprise you shake your head no and begin to take his fingers out of you and bring them up to your mouth.

chris lets out a whiney moan and drags himself up to be face to face with you as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. “so fucking hot.” he whispers and replaced his fingers with a rough kiss to your mouth.

you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck while he continues to kiss you. you can feel him moving underneath you to grind his hardened center against the couch cushion so you pull away from him and tell him to sit down instead.

he nods his head and you both trade positions; your face now level with his lower half just as his once was with your own.

you run your hands up his covered legs and towards his hard center and begin to stroke him through his sweats. he lets out a relieved breath as he watches you and anticipates your descent further.

you adjust your position and pull down his boxers and sweatpants just far enough that you can pull out his pulsing member. chris throws his head back and covers his eyes with his hands at the sensation of your thumb circling his sensitive head.

that bitch gon’ give me top, that’s without a doubt

you pump long, slow strokes along his cock while starring up at him hazily. you begin to feel annoyed by his lack of eye contact and pull his attention by guiding him into your mouth.

chris lets a choked moan escape and looks down to you, with a mouthful of his dick and glossy eyes, looking back up at him. his mouth is hung open subconsciously as he fights back his own excessive moans, instead he gathers your hair for you and uses all of his might to not fuck your face.

once you build a rhythm you take him further until he’s fully buried and slightly curved down your throat. his moan comes out in fractures and his grip on your hair grows tighter. “you’re so good to me,” he whispers. you go to move but stop once he pleads, “wait! no, please jus’ just stay right there, baby.” so you begin to focus on breathing through your nose as he holds your head back down.

you stay for a few moments and when you finally gag and pull off of him he thrusts up into air to almost chase the feeling while you gather yourself. “you okay?” his face is pulled tight together but you can’t tell if it’s because he’s concerned for you or his own orgasm.

you nod and his senses are heightened as you start to stroke his cock a few more times but before he can finish you confess, “baby, i want you to fuck me now…”

he gathers your face in his hands and rubs your cheek, “you know i will… but first can i cum, please?”

you shake your head with a smirk, kissing his inner hand but before you rise to your feet you kiss the top of his sensitive dick, to which he uncontrollably spills a small amount of his cum onto your lips.

he feels a little humiliated at his lack of control. “fuck. ‘m sorry i didn’t mean to-” but chris can feel his stomach recoil as he attempts to fight off finishing all over your face right now.

he watches intensely as you lick your lips slowly, tasting every bit of him, before you stand up (your thong showing every inch of your full ass while you walk) and go to lay on his bed. he can no longer see you but he takes the hint when your small tank top is thrown at him.

he exhales and begins to fully remove his clothes as well. he joins you in his bed to see you bare and sprawled out, your fingers tapping softly at your clit.

you whimper when you dip your fingers inside of you then bring them up to his mouth. he hums and sticks his tongue out. you drag your fingers across it before he’s wrapping his lips around them and sucking hard.

you bite your lip at the sight of chris being so willing and eager.

he pulls them from his mouth and smiles while guiding your hand between you both to grab his needy cock. “please.” is all he says before he kisses you.

you pump him a few times before guiding him into you slowly, to which chris moans directly over your mouth, eyes slightly rolled back. you quiet him gently by kissing him again.

i fuck her like a god, that’s without a doubt

he continues the slow pace you began as he guides himself fully in and out of you. the silver of his necklace catches the light of the moon every so often making it gleam as it sways over your face. you find it so satisfying and pretty.

you suck on his neck and whisper that you need him to fuck you hard or not at all. he immediately is quickening his thrusts into you and you muffle a cry into his neck, clawing at his back with your manicured nails.

i got that pussy wet, that’s without a drought

you’re so slick that the sound of your skin slapping together is amplified and chris prays to fucking god his mother hasn’t found herself thirsty in the middle of a rem cycle.

“i need you chris, i need-“ your words spew out and he doesn’t let up, continuing his harsh pounds into your used center.

“hold on to it, baby. ‘m so close, please,” he reaches for your hands and holds them against the mattress on each side of your head as he continues to build to a climax.

you whine and he gives in to you easily. he removes one of his hands from holding yours to rub your clit harshly, “go ahead, give me everything then.”

he continues to thrust himself into you but his eyes stare intently at your face as you fall apart beneath him and squeeze around his length. you’re a moaning mess and he quickly puts his hand over your mouth until you’re spent.

the scene alone causes him to pull out of you and let out a series of low moans while his cum falls onto your lower stomach.

to make the most out of the overwhelming sensitivity you both feel, he immediately guides his cock through your folds, crying out at the intense stimulation. as you try to push him away, and whine his name telling him it’s so much.

he obliges and unknowingly blurts more cum on your thighs as he moves up to kiss you, out of breath.

he sucks your bottom lip for a second longer before pulling apart and whispering, “hold on.” your sleepy figure just nods up to him and he breathes out a laugh before finding his boxers on the floor and walking out quietly.

you try to keep your eyes open but it feels like forever when chris finally comes back with a damp wash cloth, two water bottles, and a bowl of washed grapes (??). your eyes open timidly at the small amount of light coming from his phone’s flashlight. you can see him wearing your teddy slippers though which makes you mentally laugh, but physically smile as he approaches you.

he places the items on a side table and begins to wipe your stomach off slowly, the warmth on the cloth soothing you further. “open your legs, please.” chris already had began to physically separate them but he asks you to open them so that you feel in control of yourself anyways.

“sweet girl,” he compliments and smiles as he wipes your thighs down, kissing your stomach again before making his way to throw the cloth into a laundry basket.

you hum at him and lift yourself up to watch as he opens one of his drawers and offers one of his t-shirts to you.

you slip it over your head easily and he hands you a water bottle and your phone before crawling into his bed with you. you curl up to his chest and he hands you the bowl of grapes which you don’t question because you’re hungry as fuck, why would you deny it?

you thank him and he thanks you for coming to see him tonight.

you both smile into a kiss and you continue to finish your grapes as he closes his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

🍊✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ

AW! everyone cheered. and came (probably)

got inspo for the end bc of this lmao :

also go listen on spotify for vibes

[m4yasnotthatcool]

SID JENKINS X F!READER

angst + comfort hc fic drabble thingy

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(a/n) nobody requested this, i just made one of my friemds choose 1 or 2 to figure out if i wanna write for sid or freddie, made her choose the format and the genre and then i left her alone😽🎀 (luv u pooks<3)

also girl im listening to some fuck ahh the nbh rn, kill me (i love it, i chose it)

warnings: profanity (its skins, what did you expect?), reader has boobs (very silly goofy, ik.), i think it could be read as gn reader but when i wrote it i had myself in mind so... f!reader?..., also michelle and tony are brefly memtioned at one point (as chelle and tone iykyk), also might contain spoilers(as in, it does contain spoilers)

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•summer is a season both you and your boyfriend, sid, hate dearly;

•you still had sleepovers, only at this time of the year, the heat left over from the day before made it unbearable to sleep like you usually did (which was usually one of you on top of the other if im being honest);

•so here you sat now, layed out on sids bed, a thin sheet covering one of your legs and your lower abdomen, trying to maybe get at least an hour or two of shut eye before the sun would rise once again;

•sitting there, you felt your boyfriend shuffle in his sleep. you didnt think much of it seeing as he often moved while sleeping, until you felt his arm thrown across your abdomen;

• you let him be, thinking that was going to satisfy his yearning for physical contact, but you were wrong;

•not even a couple of minutes later, he rested his head on your chest while his arms hugged you, his hands interlocking behind your back;

•you tried desperately to cool off, kicking the sheets off of your body. unfortunately your attemptes fell unsuccesfull as the obvious heat sorce sitting on top of you had not moved;

•gently lifting him up and laying him next to your spot on the bed, you got up. "ugh, wanker..." you looked at the sleeping teenager next to you. some sheets tangled between your legs made you trip but you cought yourself on his desk, knocking over a few late assignments he had yet to turn in. "well, its not like he would ever get to doing them anyway" you tought as you regained your composure and left the room heading for the stairs.

•you now sat on top of the counter of his kitchen, a glass of cold water in hand from which you periodicly took small sips;

•the only thing you could focus on was the ice cold water sooting your agony as it seemed to indeed help you cool off after the encounter with the sleeping form of your boyfriend;

•"there you are" you heard sids voice come from behind you, a sheepish smile plastered on your face at the tought that his first concern after waking up was you;

•"oh, NOW you wake up" you giggle to yourself as you feel his elbow resting next to you on the counter;

•"what do you mean?" he asks you, tiredness evident in his tone "i mean, yea, ive been sleeping good, but did you try to wake me up or something?";

•"nah, didnt wanna interupt your beauty sleep" you nudge his side playfully "god knows you need it"; "it was just too hot up there, especially with you resting your head between my tits";

•he gasped dramaticly "i would never do such a thing!" ... "sid you and me both know you stare at 'chelles tits whenever we see her and tone' so cut the bullshit" "yea, youre right, im looking at yours right now and they look..." you punch his arm as a warning to not continue what he planned to say;

•"sid, hon, its hot as bollox back in your room, so as much as im flatered by your comments on my great personality id prefer we sleep a little farther apart tonight. you know, just so i dont spontaneously combust while you focus on my boobs on eather side of you head";

•sid slightly laughes before pausing. "can we... go back to bed please?" he avoids your gaze after saying that, making you drop your teasing tone. "sure sid" you say as you hop down from where you were sitting, placing the glass near the sink"are you okay?" you ask your boyfriend,

•"yea, why wouldnt i be?";

•"well, for starters you not only woke up, vut also got out of bed? at 4 am? you?";

•"i didnt know where you went, okay? i just..." he sighed and looked at the floor "i dreamt i lost you too, you know?";

•"well shit..." you murmur as you aproach the boy in front of you;

•you reach out your hands, cupping his face to make him look at you; "look, im here, see? im fine, you dont need to worry, okay?" you say as you reach on your tippy toes, giving him a quick peck before letting yourself fall to your normal height once again;

•"yea... i know" he smiled down at you before continuing "so... can we go now?";

•"sure dude" you smiled back at the boy in front of you before taking his hand and leading him back to his room upstairs;

•its safe to say you didnt get much sleep that night, seeing as he climbed on top of you once again as soon as he feel back asleep, but you didnt get up again; sure, you did try to push him off of you a couple of times, but seeing his persistence you gave up quickly;

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random ahh hc:

after his mom leaving and his dad dying, bro was an emotional wreck;

he became even more clingy than before, trying to somehow make sure you wont leave him too;

so, in return, you had to make sure he knew how much you cared for him;

you know how he followed tony everywhere? and how he showed up at his house? yea, well scratch that, youre his tony now. he shows up at your house unnanounced and ends up sleeping with you on your bed just because he feels like it. like, this of the codependency between him and tony and youve got the general idea of how hed act and what hed do. (their relationship was nothing if not low key homo erotic. well, at least on tonys part ig-);

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okay so thats it guys omg

(i havent written anything in a very long time so im sorry if its ass lmao)

anyway, feel free to point out any spelling mistakes or anything like that, i really dont mind

other than that, have a great rest of your day/night!

[a-killer-obsession]

Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 22 - Date Night

Making port ahead of schedule leads to an impromptu date. Also, reader lore.

WC: ~3.5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

After fleeing from breakfast you'd decided to head back to bed for a nap, given you really hadn't had a lot of sleep, and as comfy as Kid's thighs were for sleeping on, your neck was killing you from doing it. Thankfully you were able to fall asleep on your own, maybe the trick to getting some sleep this whole time had just been resolving things with Killer. Heat woke you for lunch, and afterwards he'd given you a reading lesson. Killer wasn't available to join, after a week of isolating himself he had a lot of work to catch up on.

He did find some time to see you after dinner though, knocking shyly on your partially open door before peering awkwardly around it. He found you in the middle of squinting at a children's book, mouthing the sounds to yourself as you traced the words with your fingertip.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” He asked, backing out a little.

“No of course not, come in,” you smiled, quickly discarding the book, “besides, I promised you cuddles”

He nervously shut the door behind him before removing his mask and sitting it on the side table next to yours. He'd become accustomed to being maskless around you, especially when your own mask was off. Having your whole face available for him to see made him more willing to show his own, and your time together on the island had made him truly comfortable with you seeing his face. You shuffled back on the bed and made space for him between your legs, and he laid down with his back towards you, his head resting against your breasts. You quickly got to work threading your fingers into his hair and scratching his scalp the way you'd learned he liked on the island. He hummed contently as you did it, his eyes closing as he enjoyed your hands on him. If he tried hard enough, he could almost pretend you were both still on the island, not a care in the world, before any of the hurt had a chance to happen.

“This is nice,” you sighed after a while, draping your arms over his shoulders and resting your chin on the top of his head.

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, “Hey I remembered something earlier though, did you ever read that letter from your mum?”

“Oh!” You reached towards your side table and he leaned forward for a moment so you could reach it. You retrieved the old, worn envelope from the drawer and returned to your previous spot as you handed it to him. “I could probably at least attempt to read it now, but I'd really like it if you did it for me”

“You sure? You don't want Heat to read it for you?” He asked hesitantly.

“I kinda only want you to know about it,” you hummed, resting your chin on his head again, “it kinda feels like our thing”

“Okay, if you're sure,” he replied, carefully threading his finger under the wax seal on the envelope to pop it away from the paper. He flipped up the flap and pulled out a single sheet of paper, a little wrinkled but clean from years of being protected inside the envelope. On it was a handwritten letter, in neat cursive. You were glad you'd asked Killer to read it, cursive was still really difficult for you to decipher. Killer unfolded the letter and cleared his throat before starting to read.

“April 22nd, Our Age of the Sea Circle 1517.

My dearest [y/n],

On this, your sixteenth birthday, I am thankful and blessed to hear that you are alive and well.”

You gripped his shoulder hard, shaking a little as you heard your own name spoken for the first time in over twenty years, a thread of memories flooding back to you. You could see your mother in the garden, hanging out the laundry on a sunny morning, her lilac hair fluttering in the soft spring winds. You were so small, so innocent, you could hear your own laughter in the memory as you ran to her and clinged to her leg.

“I remember…” you whispered, “that name, I remember her calling to me…”

Killer reached up to hold your hand against his shoulder, squeezing it for support as your tears started to fall quietly. “It's dated to 1517, that means you're 27, not 25 like we thought. You're the same age as me”

“Oh,” you said sadly, “that means I was locked up a lot longer than I thought”

“Oh Yin,” Killer said softly, “I'm so sorry. You're safe now, okay? It's all over, nobody can take you again without us burning them to the ground, we're always gonna come for you”

“Mmm,” you replied, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“Do you want me to start calling you [y/n] instead?” He asked.

“Only when it's just the two of us,” you hummed, “I don't think I'm ready to share it with everyone yet”

“Okay then, I won't tell anyone,” he gave your hand a little squeeze, “do you want me to keep reading?”

“Yes please,” you replied after taking a deep breath. Killer kept one hand on yours on his shoulder but kept reading.

“I think of you everyday, oh how you must have grown by now. The marines tell me you are one of them now, and that your devil fruit no longer ails you. I am so glad, how proud I am of my girl for doing such good in the world.

Do not mourn for me my sweet [y/n], I am still a slave, but I was bought by such a kind family to care for their child. I've been with them these whole long ten years, raising her like my own, a sister you never had, and she will soon be an adult. When the time comes, her parents have agreed to free me, so perhaps we will meet again. You were such a beautiful, joy filled child, I hope one day you will experience such joy yourself.

I hope you are surrounded by love, wherever you are, and know that you have mine, wherever I am. Until that day comes where we meet again, I'll continue to think of you every day.

Your loving mother,

Val Sara”

“So strange,” you said after a long quiet moment of thinking, “I never knew my mother's name. She was always just ‘mum’”

“Well, that's more than I ever knew,” Killer hummed, “and she's out there somewhere, free, by the sounds of it”

“Mmm”

“Do you think you'll ever go looking for her?” He asked.

“I don't think she'd like the person I am now,” you sighed, “I fit in better with murderous pirates than I do with a sweet old lady, I think it's better she not know. And my wanted poster doesn't have my real name, so hopefully she'll never know.”

“Mmm,” Killer agreed, tucking the paper back into the envelope. He turned to his side to put it back on the side table but decided to stay where he was afterwards, laying with his face pressed to your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“You ever try to find your parents?” You asked him as you returned to scratching his scalp.

“Nah, waste of time,” he replied, his eyes closed in content, “Kid and I have pretty common stories for kids from our island. It was known for gangs and crime, the criminal underworld pretty much ran the place. We don't know the specifics, but given what was normal for the island we can safely assume that they were either prostitutes or were forced, and either way had a kid they didn't want. I ran away when I was seven, I can't even remember her face anymore, just that she had brown hair. She barely took care of me anyway and I was beaten a lot by the men that would come by for her, so one day I just left. I found Kid not long after, he was in a similar boat but it was his mum who ditched him. He was only three, he would have died on his own, so I did my best to look after him.”

“Only three? Jesus,” you said softly, “no wonder Kid has anger issues. Fuck that bitch, and fuck your mum for not protecting you. Slag”

Killer laughed at the out of character insult, “It doesn't matter, Kid is everything to me, I wouldn't go back and change anything. If I hadn't run away I wouldn't have found him.”

“And you,” you poked his arm, “wouldn't have found me”

“That would've been truly awful,” he snorted, “who else would leave invisible whoopie cushions on my chair?”

“Kid made me do it!” You yelped as he pinched you playfully, “It was captain's orders!”

“Like you didn't also think it was funny,” he scowled.

“Okay… maybe a little,” you admitted.

“Mmhmm,” he nestled back into your chest and yawned.

“Do you want to stay here tonight Killer?” You asked, his yawn becoming contagious and making you yawn as well.

“I better not,” he frowned, starting to get up, “I wanna go have a shower anyway, I'll see you at breakfast”

“Okay Kil,” you gave him a peck on the cheek before stretching and getting ready to tuck yourself in, “night”

“Night, [y/n],” he said, putting his mask back on and sliding out the door.

The next day at lunch, Double announced that the wind's were in the ship's favour, and it'd be arriving at the resupply island before sunset. A plan was set in place that tonight would be for entertainment, and tomorrow would be for resupplying. The log pose reset time was inconsequential, since they planned on returning to this island for the reset after visiting the eternal pose island, so for now it was just a quick in and out. The ship was due to leave by lunch tomorrow to set off for what the crew had started referring to as ‘treasure island’. Really not much resupplying was needed, since it hadn't been long since the ship had been docked for three days while you were unconscious (the first two days of your coma having been during transit).

The commanders would also be skipping getting an inn this time round, since the turnaround was so short there wasn't much point, though the henchmen who wanted to have some privacy for the evening would no doubt get rooms. That being said, the higher ups still intended to head to a local brothel when the ship made port. You had no intention of joining them this time, so you'd made plans to see what other entertainment the town had. Maybe it would have a cinema, you hadn't seen a movie since you were a teenager.

“Any plans for tonight?” Killer asked as he climbed up to sit beside you on the figurehead skull.

“I was thinking about seeing a movie, actually,” you hummed, “if the town has a cinema”

“Usually islands with longer reset times have decent entertainment,” he replied, “it's supposed to take five days when we get back from treasure island”

“Oh, nice” you replied, “what about you? I won't fault you if you go with the others. I know we said we were waiting for each other but I don't want you getting blue balls”

Killer snorted at the comment, “Thanks for considering my balls but I think they'll be just fine,” now you were the one snorting, “I was thinking of just finding a nice restaurant, I was going to ask if you wanted to join me actually. We could see a movie after, if you'd like”

“Mister Massacre Soldier, are you asking me on a date?” You squinted.

“Uh, I think so? Maybe?” He said nervously.

“Well in that case, yeah I'd like that,” you replied, “I'll meet you when we dock,” you said cheerfully as you started to climb off the skull.

“Where you going?” He asked curiously.

“Gotta get ready for my big date!” You laughed, skipping away.

To be fair, it was the truth. You spent the next two hours showering, shaving, struggling with makeup, and throwing every piece of clothing you owned onto a pile on the bed in the hopes of figuring out what to wear. The island was a spring one, so that opened up a lot of options since you wouldn't have to dress to stay warm. The night air outside would probably be a little cool but your jacket would probably be enough. You'd also made the decision to forgo your mask, which meant you had to figure out how to do eye makeup. That on its own took a good half an hour.

In the end you settled on a dark purple, thigh length dress that showed off your legs. The neckline was modest and the dress had one sleeve, which conveniently covered the arm where your marine tattoo used to sit, now covered by a well healed burn scar. The dress was made from velvet, so it appeared almost black at first glance, a brighter purple where the light bounced off it. You paired it with a set of strappy black heels and a couple of silver bracelets that blended well with your seastone one. You kept your hair down for once, a rarity since it was easier to wear your mask with your hair tied back in your usual buns.

To finish it all of you had a small purse the saleswoman who sold you the dress had convinced you to buy. You didn't really have anything to put in it, so you just jammed a bag of candy inside to sneak into the cinema later. The purse itself was a simple dark purple circle made with a leather that had lines sewn to give a padded quilt effect, with a delicate silver chain.

The ship had docked maybe ten minutes ago, you'd heard the loud sound of the thick anchor chain unravelling as it was dropped and the flurry of barked orders as the ship was tied to the dock, so you gave yourself two thumbs up in the mirror, took a deep breath, and headed out to the deck. Kid spotted you quickly, his sentence cut short so he could wolf whistle, to which Killer smacked him over the back of the head.

“Have some fucking respect Kid,” he groaned. Killer was dressed nicely as well, in dark tidy jeans and a royal blue button up. You were glad you hadn't overdressed, it would have been a little awkward if he hadn't even changed, but he did say he wanted to find a nice restaurant.

“You two going on a date or something?” Kid eyed you both scrupulously, “what's with the clown suits?”

“Sorry you're allergic to nice clothes Kid, that must be hard,” you stuck your tongue out at him, and he frowned and crossed his arms.

“Whatever, use protection,” he groaned before heading off to bark more orders.

“Protection from what?” You asked Killer, “I thought we were going to dinner, should I go get my sword?”

“We are going to dinner, he was just joking,” Killer sighed, “he meant protection as in like… condoms”

“Ohhhh,” you replied, then stopped dead in your tracks, grabbing his arm, “were we supposed to use that on the island?”

“Don't fret,” he pat your hand and took advantage of it being on his arm to lead you, “I talked to Mohawk when we got back, he said the thing in your arm should be good for another year”

“Okay, phew,” you half heartedly laughed, “cos boy that would be awkward. Not that I would hate having your baby it just would be awkward on a ship”

“Oh? You want my babies do you?” He teased.

“Kil!” You pouted.

“Relax, I'm just teasing,” he rubbed your hand on his arm reassuringly, “let's get some dinner”

The two of you wandered along the waterfront for a short while before finding a nice looking restaurant, filled with happy, well dressed couples. You wondered if the two of you would look the same among them, or if you'd stick out. He led you to the little podium where a hostess was waiting to greet you.

“Any private spaces available?” He asked her, flashing a large wad of berri.

“Yes of course sir!” She replied enthusiastically, “We have a delightful private dining room perfect for a party of two, come right this way” she indicated for the two of you to follow and you continued to allow Killer to lead you. The space she brought the two of you was a closed off room, decorated in dark jewel tones and lit with several large candelabras, it was definitely a romantic atmosphere. She pulled a chair out for you and as you sat placed a napkin over your lap and a menu in your hands, then did the same for Killer.

“My name is Leah, I'll be your server for this evening. Our special tonight is freshly caught salmon, honey-glazed over a bed of seasonal asparagus, and our desert special for this evening is a warm spiced pear served with house-made chocolate gelato. Can I get you anything to drink while you look over the menu?”

The question was mostly directed at Killer, who seemed a lot more confident in this setting than you did. “Two glasses of whatever red you recommend please. Will you be the hostess serving us the entire evening, or will you have someone else bringing us our food?”

“I can be if that is what you would prefer sir,” the hostess replied.

“Good, I require privacy, as you can see,” he gestured to his mask, “so you are to knock and wait fifteen seconds whenever you're entering, and you're not to enter unnecessarily, we don't need to be badgered every five minutes about how the food is”

“Of course sir. You'll also find there are no surveillance den-den in this room, it's usually reserved for client meetings, so your privacy is very well protected in this room,” she indicated around the room, before walking over to a wall that had a small, silver button. “You can use this button to summon me if you require anything, I'll go get those drinks for you now but do not hesitate to call if you require anything at all”

“Thank you, Leah,” he cleared his throat and she gave a little curtsy and left.

“Is this okay?” Killer asked hesitantly, “it's not too much is it? I didn't have time to scout anything out beforehand”

“This is nice, Kil,” you smiled, leaning your elbow on the table and resting your chin in your hand, “and I'm glad to be able to have a meal with you without your mask. Or Kid, for that matter”

Killer took his mask off and gave you a shy smile. You could see his lips were freshly painted and he'd taken special care to apply eyeliner. It was always funny to you that he and Kid seemed to share an interest in makeup, you were honestly surprised Killer had eyebrows. You didn't question the fact that nobody could see the makeup on a usual basis, it seemed a bit like the kind of confidence boost you get from wearing a matching bra and panties set under your clothes.

“Anything look interesting?” He asked, lifting his menu to read. You'd been trying your best to read yours but some of these words seemed like alien scripture to you, you'd have an easier time defusing a bomb.

“Honestly, I'm a bit out of my depth here,” you sighed, “I see pasta, I see peas, that's about where my limit is”

“Well, it's better than nothing,” he smiled, “you've come a long way. I'll read it for you”

Killer diligently read through all the items on the menu for you, stopping to read the descriptions when you asked for them, till you settled on a roast pork dish that included roasted vegetables and greens in a garlic sauce, as well as chocolate gateau cake for the dessert. Killer of course, ever the predictable, chose a spaghetti based dish, one with seafood and marinara sauce, as well as a cheese and fruit platter to share and the special for the dessert.

All thoughts of seeing a movie afterwards were forgotten as you both got lost in conversation and delicious food, eating and talking till the hostess said the restaurant would be closing soon. Neither of you had realised how late it had gotten till then, and Killer tipped the server handsomely for her patience and the privacy she'd allowed the two of you. You weren't bothered about missing a movie, you'd had such a lovely evening, but Killer promised to grab a copy of next week's schedule from the cinema before leaving tomorrow so you could both go see a movie together when the crew returned for the log pose reset. Like a true gentleman he walked you all the way to your cabin door, before tilting his mask up, kissing the back of your hand and bidding you goodnight. Sleep was difficult that night, not for the usual reasons, but because you kept thinking about him and giggling like a schoolgirl. You'd all but forgotten the fact that today you'd learned your name, and your birthday, and your mother's name even. The butterflies in your chest were far more distracting.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

Author Notes: We don't have an exact date for in canon when the events of One Piece happen but we know, according to the wiki because I'm lazy, that Nolan the Liar's diary was dated to 1120 ‘Age of the Sea Circle’ and that was 400 years ago pre timeskip, so I'm estimating current year in the fic to be 1524, which in terms of canon timeline is happening somewhere between the time skip and Wano. Wano will be the endpoint for this fic so you'll know exactly where it falls in the canon soon. I also imagine Yin to be a Taurus cos she's stubborn and sexy, hey just like my Taurus wife irl. Also, easter egg, Val means ‘wave’ in Croatian, according to google. Which means our reader's name is really Val ‘Yin’ [y/n]. There's nothing special about chosing Croatian I just thought Val sounded cool lmao. I imagine if she wasn't [y/n] that her real name would be something like Freja, who was a goddess of love and war (alternate spelling for Freya, its the spelling they use in Croatia apparently so that would match the surname), I think that's fitting for our girl. Freya is also linked to the valkyrie which will be important down the line WINK

[reaperxxxxzz]

Where I Need You Most

smut I guess??? I didn't know??!!! Mind you I don't really write things like this and have never written a fanfic before so beware!!!!! If I do post this mdni for posts like this I guess??!! Smut under the thing,

also this is pointed towards my fellow trans-guys, cus we need more content and Gaz needs more content so why not right?? And this is where the reader has already gotten top surgery and is on testosterone!! And there is gonna be praise and degrading and a little bit of a sir kink so if you don't like that then you don't have to read it, it's fine!!!

↓↓↓↓song I suggest!!↓↓↓↓

You looked at Gaz, the way he looked so nice and sweet and god you could go on about him for years, but right now you had to do a de-brief after the mission. Damnit though, he looked so pretty with his perfect skin, and strong arms, and his cute little accent, he was fucken' perfect.

"Okay everyone, I know a lot of you are tired so I will let you go, good job on the mission and get some sleep soldiers." Captain Price said, picking up the papers on the desk and going up to leave.

You quickly grabbed Gaz's arm and walked towards your room, not even looking at Ghost and Soap, when you got to your room you pushed Gaz against the door, making sure to lock it, you looked down at Gaz and smiled, his face looking so perfect with his smile.

"Hey my love.." you said as you pushed your head into his shoulder, finding comfort by him.

"lovie, are you really that needy for me?" He teased as his hands went to your waist, holding and caressing it.

"mmf.." You said with a nod, although it was muffled because you were pressed so close to his shoulder he could still hear your pretty little whimper.

"Aww, maybe I should make you cum, is that what you want lovie?" He teased as his hands went up your shirt, squeezeing your perfect tummy

You nodded as best you could in your position, a small "yes sir..!" Was heard, it sounded heavenly to Gaz's ears

"fuck...Yea? You want me to make you cum? Make you so messy?" He asked as he picked you up and sat down on your old bed and moved you so you were straddling his waist, his hands moving close to the part you needed most, but his hand stopped right next to it.

"please Gaz, I need you, need your hands please..!" You begged, your hips moving to try and get any kind of friction

"ohh boy, do you need it that bad? Huh boy?" He teases as he looked you in the eye before taking off your shirt. "Can I take off your shirt, my boy?"

You nod and just take it off for him, your cheeks getting slightly hot at the fact that he's seeing you, even if he has before it's still so sureal.

"oh good boy." he traces your top surgery scars gently, making sure to not hurt them, he looks at you with want in his eyes. "Don't be shy, look at me my love." He says as he moves your head by your chin to make you look at him.

You smile and start to take off your pants, throwing them on the floor, you guide his hand to your cunt, the only thing separating his hand and your wet pussy is your boxers, but they do have a little opening by your crotch, made for peeing, but you want to use it for another purpose. "C'mon please touch me..! I've been such a good boy..!" You whimper and beg.

Gaz grins, he starts to rub your clit through your boxers, there's already a small wet patch on them, showing just how needy you are. "Aww my boy is so wet, such a needy little slut.." He teases while rubbing your T-dick faster, making you even more wet.

"Fuck..! Yes sir I'mma slut.!" You whine as you grind on his fingers. "Wan' yer' cock please sir!" You beg him.

"Oh you want my cock? Want me to fill you up? Make you a slutty fucken' mess? Is that what you want?" He says as he moves you for some seconds so he can take off his pants and boxers, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum from you, he sits you right next to his dick, wanting to take this by your pace. "C'mon, you can touch it.." He says with a breathy voice, so full of desire towards you.

"its so big..!" You whisper as you stroke his dick gently, you swiftly take off your boxers and start rubbing his tip on your clit, mixing his pre-cum with your own juices, getting you to moan.

"yea it is, is it to big for your tight little hole?" He said as he grabs his dick and starts to rub your T-dick faster, making him groan.

You start to push his dick in your tight hole, and although it stung it still felt amazing, you slowly got to his base and sat there for some seconds, getting normalized to his size, once you do you start to ride him, not bring the best at it though, so you look at Gaz for directing.

"baby boy do you want my help to ride me? Don't worry I'll help you." He says as he grabs your waist to help you up and down on his big cock. "Gonna make a mess out of you little slut."

You moan and move your head to rest on his chest, feeling so good and overflowed with pleasure.

Your ass bouncing on Gaz's dick mixed with the sounds of your cunt, makes so much noise, fueling both you and Gaz's adrenaline.

"Gaz, fuck I feel so good..never felt this way, wanna cum, please make me a mess..!"

That right there made Gaz ram his cock into your soaking wet cunt, him already feeling close with all the teasing beforehand, and he knows that you feel the same, he starts to kiss your neck, leaving marks so the 141 knows that your *his* and *only his*

"mm, fuck I'm gonna cum, wanna cum so bad sir..!" You moan and clench around him. "Cum inside me please sir, wanna be full of you..!"

"do it, cum around my fucken' cock, god yea.." Gaz moans and thrust up into you one last time before you both cum. "Good boy..such a good boy me.." He whimpers.

"fuck its so good, so full.." you mumble, absolutely exhausted but still there, you hug Gaz tightly and start to fall asleep.

Gaz gets up and starts to clean your body and his, making sure to make you comfortable, he then tucks you in right next to him, you immediately cudling him, then he falls asleep.

This was probably terrible lolz thank you tho

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 5, the movie | TW: language

spent the next three hours conditioning. I can tell my quads got a lot better just from that, and I'm excited to try them on ice. I got all my things together and walked back to lilias. Yuri had left about an hour before me, the cold air felt good after a long workout. When I got back to the house, i heard like love-y old Russian music playing from the kitchen. When I walked by I saw Lilia was in there cooking something that smelled amazing. I walked past her and up to my room, where I saw Yuri. I stopped in my tracks. He had just gotten out of the shower and only had on a towel around his waist with his hair slicked back. My cheeks started to burn red. He limitedly stopped when he saw me and started freaking out.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT GO AWAY" he screamed.

"Sorry.." I said as I awkwardly walked into my room. I gulped at I walk into my room trying to process what I just saw. I grabbed a comfy pair of pajamas and went to take a shower, but I couldn't get that image of Yuri out of my head. I finished my shower and went downstairs for dinner. Lilia had made piroshkis for dinner! I sat down next to Yuri at the table and started eating. We sat in a really awkward silence like we always did. After that I went back up to my room and about 15 minutes later someone knocked on my door. I went to open it and saw Yuri.

"Do you still wanna watch that movie or no?" He asked.

"Yea of course I do" I replied.

I grabbed all of my fluffy blankets and brought them into his room. He had pictures of his cat everywhere, you would've thought his room was a fricken shrine. I sat down on his bed and he turned on his TV.

"So we're gonna watch that stupid movie you suggested earlier?" He asked lightheartedly.

"Yeah I guess, and it's not stupid it's actually a good movie" I huff.

"whatever you say princess" he added sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but blush a little.

"Is this the one," he said as he pulled the movie up on some random streaming service.

"Yup" I said, getting comfortable. He pressed play and the movie started. I couldn't help but feel awkward, something felt weird. I felt really warm, and I couldn't fully relax or calm down. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes.

" getting tired already?" He said playfully.

"Um no actually, I'm just trying to get comfortable" I said with attitude.

"Alright" he adds. As the movie goes on I start to relax more. I'm cuddled up to a pillow and Yuri is laying on his back next to me.

"Hey yuri?" I ask.

"What's up?" He adds.

"Why did you want to watch a movie with me?" I question.

"Oh, because Lilia told me I should get to know you better or something stupid like that" he said carelessly.

I felt my stomach drop, I didn't know what answer I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.

I felt uncomfortable for the rest of the movie. Once it was over I said Goodnight to Yuri and walked into my room. I sat down and almost started crying. I ran to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, I need to get it together. Who cares if Yuri only talked to me because Lilia wanted him too? I'm so much better than his lame ass. I decided to do a calming face mask ( at 11:00 at night ) to help me relax. It actually helped a lot, but I couldn't figure out what else was wrong. It made my stomach feel off, but I decided that I should just sleep it off and get some rest.

I woke up the next morning determined to distance myself from Yuri and focus completely on my training. We leave for Paris in less than a week and I need to be in top shape. In our morning dance classes I worked extra hard to impress lilia, and it worked. She was very proud of  how far I've come within only a few weeks. Then we went to on ice practice and i absolutely crushed my short and free program and left Yuri speechless.

Yakov asked me if I wanted to add anymore quads in and I said yes. My new jumps will be Quad flip-triple toe, Quad lutz, triple Axel, Quad sal, and a Quad toe-Triple loop combo. Yakov asked me to do them, and I did, it wasn't as hard as I initially thought it would be.

As I walked passed Yuri, i gave him a smug look. 

He looked back at me with a confused, and annoyed expression.

I went home that day ecstatic.

I was still pissed off about yuri, but I was so proud of myself for landing all those quads so I decided to reward myself by going and getting my nails done. I texted Mila to see if she wanted to go with me and she said yes. I put on a cute outfit and touched up my makeup a little before heading out. When I walked out of my room I saw Yuri standing outside.

"Where the hell are you going" he said looking me up and down.

"None of your business, and since when do you care" I said giving him a cold side eye.

"What's is your problem? You've been such a bitch all day! You ignore me, give me snarky responses, and give me weird looks whenever you get the chance!" He exclaimed.

"Why would you care!" I say, aggravated.

He gives me a disappointed look and walks away.

I continued on my way to the nail salon.

"OMG hey Y/N!!! I feel like I haven't seen you in years!" Mila said hugging me tight.

We walked into the nail salon and got mani pedis. One of the workers directed us to two chairs in the back and we sat down.

"So, anything interesting happen lately?" Mila asked.

"Not really, Yuri was being a real asshole yesterday tho" I added.

"I swear he's always being such a bitch, what happened?" She asked.

"He invited me to watch a movie with him and I thought he wanted to hang out and like become closer or whatever, but no he only did it because Lilia told him too!" I said annoyed.

" it's Yuri what did you expect? He'll do whatever Lilia tells him just so she dosent kill him" She laughed.

"I don't know I just thought he maybe actually wanted to hang out with me"I said shyly.

"Hmmmm I'm kinda sensing that you like him" she said smirking at me.

"I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT !!" I said loudly.

"That only further proves my point" she laughed as I pouted.

But there was no way I liked Yuri Plisetsky, there's no way I could ever like an asshole like him.

[chibi-celesti]

Twisted Tonelico (A Twisted Wonderland x Ar Tonelico AU) Book One, Part One

Phase 01: Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04, Interlude

Phase 02:

Phase 01: Book 01: Dia rosa rudje*

Rrha ki erra chs diasee sos ciel!

(MS. MELENAS-!)

ARTONELICO => ADDR:0x02:04:1938:1113:1940 > enter hyzik sphilar Meryu >> exec PHANTASIA sos ciel!

(HEY! WHAT’S HAPPENING!? WHY IS-)

Ag, Was yea erra chs tonelico sos yorr yanje!

(MELENAS-SAN!!!)

“Melenas-san!”

Meryu nearly jumped out of her sleep again, looking around at her surroundings. She sees that she woke up in Twisted Wonderland instead of her home in Ar Tonelico. Disappointment shone in her eyes til she shook her head. Meryu looked to her left at the person who woke her up.

“Good morning, Ms. Melenas.”

It was the bird-masked Headmage from last night, and the ghostly trio who live in the abandoned dorm. She looked down at her lap, saddened by the truth. It really wasn’t a dream.

“Good morning, Mr. Crowley,” the girl replied.

The headmage walked up to the girl with a tray of food and some other parcel. “I hope you had a good night’s sleep, my dear.”

She slightly shrugged her shoulders. “It was good.” The Reyvateil watched as Crowley placed the parcel by an askew foot stool by her bed. He then turned to her with her morning meal. It appeared to be a light breakfast dish, if one could call it that. A bottle of milk served with lukewarm biscuits and eggs.

It was better than nothing, she supposes.

Meryu gave him a brief ‘thank you’ before eating her breakfast. A few moments of silence passed between them until she finished her tray, offering it to the masked man.

Crowley placed the tray on the nearest nightstand and then began to speak. “Now then, Ms. Melenas. I believe it is time to talk about your current situation.” A nod from the girl told him she’s listening. “Given the current circumstances of your situation, I’ve devised a perfect plan for you until I’ve found you a way back home.”

This caught Meryu by surprise. “You have?” She looked at the parcel near the bed.

“Of course, my dear! After all, I am a generous man, and I refuse to allow a young woman to wander the streets without a roof over her head!”

A sense of dread formed in her stomach. Nervously, Meryu asked, “Oh. Well, what will I do?”

~Main Street~

The parcel she was given turned out to be a maid dress. The top was black like the rest of the school’s apparel except for the skirt which was a warm brown. The sleeves were a faded blue, not too tight on her arms, but also not too loose. The scarf that would cover her hair she made into a neckerchief instead. She hoped feeling comfortable in the dress would distract her from where they’re standing and drown out her nervousness.

They stood in the Main Street of the College campus next to seven imposing statues of what appeared to be rulers and fantasy-like entities. Meryu has no clue who they are, but they do feel like they’re scrutinizing her despite them being made out of stone. The Headmage had explained to her that she will be doing janitorial work for the time being. And that Main Street is where she will start at first.

“Should you have any concerns or questions, do not be afraid to find me or anyone else in the Staff.” He finished.

A nod was his response back. “Very well, then! Take care Ms. Melenas! I shall see you later this evening.” The headmage turns and leaves for his office, leaving Meryu alone on the pave way.

‘Well,’ she thought to herself, ‘Better get to work.’

<A few minutes later>

Meryu is sweeping while humming a small simple tune to herself, tending to her work without any problems so far. A few times she would glance a bit at some of the students that passed her by. Some would give a look of disgust, some would just pass her by without a single glance, and some would whisper some insults and crude words about her. But she didn’t let those words bother her. After all, she was used to being looked at weirdly by her peers.

“Well, well. Look who it is~” a voice broke Meryu from her thoughts. She looked about and saw a student with red hair styled almost like a jester’s cap leaning on the statue of a queen holding a heart scepter. On his face, a big red heart tattoo was on his left side, nearly covering the whole eye. “The female student whose magic is so special, but not fit to be a student here!”

“Come on, dude. No need to pick on her.” Another student beside the red haired scolded him. This student’s hair was a dark blue, and smoothed out making him look like a normal upheld student. His face had a marine blue spade, but it was on the right side of his face, almost covering the whole side.

“Relax, Deucey, I’m not picking on her. I was just saying good morning to our new cleaning lady!”

Meryu narrowed her eyes at the boy, turning her back to him so she could continue her chores. This only furthered the red head’s teasing of her. “Besides, what kind of person has ‘otherworldly’ magic, and is supposedly special that they get cleaning duty because they’re not Night Raven material?”

‘Just ignore him. No need to blow a gasket over stupid teasing,’ Meryu told herself again, getting back to sweeping.

The brunette boy-Deuce-feeling pity for the girl-tried to stop his classmate’s teasing. “That’s enough, Ace. Let’s get to class, ok?” He pulled the red-head- Ace’s- arm to follow. Before anyone would go about their day, another voice chimed up.

"Don't forget about me! I'm PRIME Night Raven College material!” a gray blur suddenly appeared on Main Street. It was the gangly talking cat from last night. “I'm WAY superior than her! I deserve her spot times ten!”

All three students were shocked to see the beast again. And he doesn’t appear to have his collar on anymore. “You again?” The young woman said. She didn’t think he would be back again so soon.

Grim smirked at Meryu, “That’s right! I’m back, and I’m gonna prove to all of yas that I’M the Greatest Mage in the World!!”

The trio stared at the cat as if he grew a second head. A tiny cat-like beast, as a student?

Ace scoffed at Grim’s declaration. “Yeah, and I’m the Queen of Heart’s ancestor.” He followed up with a devilish smirk on his face. “There’s no way a cat like you could ever be a mage. You don’t even know the first thing about the Great Seven!”

“Why you-”

“Just because someone isn’t well versed with this school’s historical figures means you should put them down for their ignorance.” Ace and Grim turned to see Meryu looking disapprovingly at the former. “And just because you are a student at an elite school, it doesn’t mean you should gloat about your status to others.”

Her statements ticked off the boy, a rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. “How would you know! You’re not even from here!” He continued speaking to her as Ace made his way over to her. “So why don’t you-”

A ball of light flew past Ace's face, curving up to the sky, and then…

KABOOM!!!

Causing an explosion to occur above their heads!

This caught many people’s attention, from those in the classrooms of the school to on-lookers who were on their way to class. The trio couldn’t believe what they just witnessed as they stared at the girl whose arm was outstretched after saying… whatever her incantation was. 

Of course, this also alerted a certain someone who witnessed the explosion outside his office.

Grim was lost for words. He didn’t think this human was all that special, but the power in that spell still has his hair standing on end. How’d she do that!! He’s lucky he wasn’t on the receiving end of her wrath right now.

Deuce spoke up after a moment of silence. “What… just happened? How did she cast that so fast?!”

Ace was still frozen on the spot. Countless thoughts ran through his head right now. Did she just- There’s no way. How! Gritting his teeth, he shouted at the girl before him. “YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!!”

“No, I did not,” Meryu countered. “I simply gave you a warning to stop it.”

He felt his pride sting at her remark. “I’m out of here. Have fun cleaning, you psycho lady. Come on, Deucey.”

Deuce mumbled under his breath at the name before following. This causes Grim to snap out of his daze and look to Ace leaving. Adding insult to injury, Grim laughs at Ace’s retreat. “Look at you. Cowering away like a baby all because a girl one upped ya! Ha ha!!”

Ace growled, his annoyance and anger bubbling over. “SHUT UP!” He flicked his pen causing a wind spell to fly to Grim. It almost hit its mark if Grim hadn’t avoided it at the last second. “Stupid cat!”

Grim snarled at the red head. “I’m not a cat!” And blasted fire back in retaliation.

And so began their fight.

Phase 01: Book 01: Dia rosa rudje ~Tes biron~

Hymmnos Note:(Rough Translations) with an Author’s Note:

*Dia rosa rudje: The King of Red Roses, essentially “The Red Rose Tyrant”

A/N: The Bolded Hymmnos at the start of the chapter will stay untranslated for now. But, as an Easter Egg, if you hadn’t guessed what those numbers and coordinates are, they’re a nod to the theatrical release dates of two particular movies. This is for my own take on Ar Tonelico’s lore and its connection to Twisted Wonderland.

[astoryisaloveaffair]

Fire Meet Gasoline - Chapter 1: Disturbia

*gif by @buckypascal

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Personal Assistant Fem!Reader

Fic Summary: Months after filming Cliff Beasts 6, Dieter is in a massive slump. Dieter’s agent hires him a personal assistant to make him get his shit together. This is an “I can make him worse” trope

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Chapter Summary: Dieter meets his new PA, you

Word Count: 4300

Chapter Rating: E, 18+, Lemon

Chapter Warnings: Drug use, alcohol consumption, cussing, masturbation, Dieter being a slut, voyeurism

A/N: Hello all, I am back with another chapter 1 to add to the Masterlist LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I did NOT expect to feel the need to write for this character but I am the 2% that enjoyed the movie and I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM! I don’t feel comfortable writing all of P’s characters, so I’m really excited to meet this one. Because if there’s anything I know, it’s how to write a broken mess of a man with a drug problem. This will NOT be Fix You, there will be no “I can fix him.” This is going to be a full dumpster fire. I’m excited to throw you into it. I hope you enjoy! <3 Monica

*Also, go check out this fanart by @beskarberry​ bc it absolutely inspired a scene. Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

That fucking noise again. 

His hand shot out from beneath the pile of twisted and sweat soiled sheets, groping blind as it bangs against every surface of the nightstand except the top. 

“God fucking dammit, shut the fuck UP.” His palm finally connects with the flat square of his phone, fingertips lifting and pressing to find the “dismiss call” button, but ultimately knocks the device onto the floor.

With a snarl, he turns and flips back into the bed facing the opposite direction, yanking the blanket back over his head as the caller eventually gives up.

For 2 minutes. And then it rings again. And then multiple text messages. And 5 more calls. 

He picks up the phone. “WHAT?!”

“Fucking finally Bravo, what the fuck! I’ve been calling you all day!”

“Well I’ve been sleeping all day.”

“And yesterday?”

“No, I was smoking crack yesterday.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Yea. It was just coke.”

“Dieter, it’s been months. You need to get back out there, get your shit together, read some scripts, do some auditions. I don’t want the agency to give up on you and drop you.”

Dieter sighs, scrubbing his dried sweat sticky forehead.

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“Well I do. We’re hiring you a PA.”

You really, honestly, didn’t think they were serious. 

Only one month into the shutdown of the country and you were laid off and unable to claim unemployment, the offices were backed up on requests and there was no one to answer the damn phones. 

Oh, and you lived paycheck to paycheck. 

Your resume is all over the place. Side jobs while in college turning into actual jobs that just carried through to where you are now. You’ve gained an incredible amount of knowledge and experience in just about everything, but never just enough to firmly set you in an actual career. If asked, you guess you would say you were most confident in your time management, organization, and determination.

Which is what made you apply to an incredibly ambiguous job posting calling for someone with your exact strengths. You fully expected to not be selected, or for the job to be a scam. No company name, no location, but an incredibly good salary promise considering there was nothing else on the damn ad other than what they were looking for.

So here you are, in some unexpected bigwig office in Los Angeles, after three very vague and strange zoom interviews discussing your skills to various different people. None of which were sitting before you today.

But hey, they flew you out to LA free of charge, on a private plane, in the middle of a pandemic, so how can you complain?

“My assistants were very impressed with you.” Says the man in front of you, who looks eerily like Tony Stark. 

“Oh, thank you! I’m really excited to be here. I’ve…never been to LA before. Thank you so much for covering the travel.”

He waves his hand, not to dismiss you, but as if he just didn’t have the time to spend with small talk. “I’m going to get right into it. My client needs a personal assistant. Someone smart, someone who isn’t easily frustrated, someone who can get a very chaotic person in line, get him functional and in the right head game. A go-getter. We’ve had some struggles finding the right person.” 

“Oh, okay. Yes, I’m very confident I would be able to help someone stay on track.”

He cuts you off before you can continue with your strengths. “The reason you are here is because you already have been cleared and approved for the job, but I need to give you more details because this…is an odd situation.”

“COVID has made everything strange. I’m sure I can handle it.”

“Alright, well, the client is a big name actor who is kind of…difficult. He’s not very great at managing his schedule or motivating himself, so we would need you to be able to give him that push. Due to COVID, you would be staying in his house after a quarantine period, but there’s a guest house that will be yours so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable. And both of you are fully vaccinated. Pretty much anything he needs, I would need you to do. Getting him up, doing his laundry, making him attend his appointments as well as keeping his schedule, responding to his emails, being on-call for me twenty four seven because he never answers his phone, basically being his mother. Is that workable for you?”

For this pay? I’ll take anything. “Yes. I am absolutely positive I can do this. If I can manage an entire team of seasonal high schoolers, I can handle one man.”

“Great. Well, go ahead and enjoy the weekend here, and we will be in touch shortly to coordinate your move.”

“I will, thank you! I’m really excited to start!” You stand up with a smile, ‘Mr. Stark’ nods at you and you turn to exit the office. He calls out to you before you exit. 

“Oh, and one more thing. It’s completely harmless, but you need to be comfortable being mildly sexually harassed on a daily basis. He won’t touch you, but he is very annoying. Okay?”

You nod absently, not really taking in the statement until you are escorted out of the building and into the town car back to your hotel.

Who the fuck is this job for?

It took about two weeks. Two weeks to fly back home, send your rent information to your new employer, pack up your necessary shit, and make the journey back to LA. 

The house was beautiful, a modern styled home set in the foothills with an open floor plan, several patios, a pretty garden area featuring a pool and hot tub, and further back into the garden, the little bungalow guest cottage that would be your new home. 

Mr. Bravo wasn’t there, he had been shooting a short film for a fashion company and quarantining himself, so you and firm associates who came with you had plenty of time to get you settled without interruption, all while social distancing. Your quarantine had already been spent bored out of your mind in a hotel, you were excited to be around people and nature again.

The guest house was out back but still maintained its own privacy, tucked behind a few trees and large bushes. Wooden steps carved into a slope led up to the dark blue cottage, a picnic table with padded seating at the front entrance. It was small, but nice, a loft style cottage with a seating area, kitchen, and dining nook, with a ladder up to another floor that housed the loft with a bed and large flat screen TV.

After making sure you were comfortable, the other employees bid you farewell and let you know your formal meeting would be tomorrow, and that ‘Mr. Stark’, Bravo’s agent, would be present to make sure it went smoothly.

Part of you was incredibly nervous. It was a risk to take a job away from home, working in the same space as someone you’d never met before, despite reassurances that if you needed to back out for any reason, you would be helped immediately. It made you remember that you weren’t the first attempt to get this man a PA, and it made you worry that maybe you’d bitten off more than you could chew.

But you also didn’t have many other options. This was the first job you’d gotten after months of searching, defaulting on bills, and putting off your landlord. And now, suddenly, all of it was taken care of, and you were making almost double what you had been before you lost your job. You had to give this a real shot. You would. You shoved off all other concerns, content to binge watch true crime documentaries on Netflix late into the night until you finally fell asleep.

He arrived home at two in the morning under strict directions “to leave her alone until tomorrow’s meeting.”

No problem there. Dieter didn’t even want a damn PA, didn’t need one. He functioned on his own just fine, thank you very much. Sometimes. Occasionally. He threw his bags on the floor of the foyer, not bothering to even move them out of the way before heading up to bed.

He left you alone until the next morning.

His agent had threatened to drop him again if he didn’t get up for this meeting, so Dieter woke up surprisingly early and groggily padded down to the kitchen for coffee. While it brewed, he turned, leaning against the counters as he looked out over the back yard. And saw you.

You were having coffee too, resting in one of the lounge chairs by the pool in the soft morning light, the fairy lights he’d strung over the yard on mushrooms that one time were lit, obviously by you, and they twinkled warm light against your skin as the sun continued to rise through the sky. You were wrapped in a large Mexican style blanket he forgot he had, your head tilted up to the sky, eyes closed, a soft smile on your face. Two little feet poked out of the bottom of the blanket and the toes curved over the side of the chair cushion. 

Coffee brewed, he filled a mug and quietly tiptoed out the sliding door, around the corner of the house, and sliding into a chair near you without you noticing. He arranged himself carefully, pulling his robe open a little to expose his upper chest and his legs and thighs, bending one leg at the knee before demanding your attention.

“Hey there beautiful, you here for me?”

You startle, thankful that you’d already finished most of the coffee in your cup before it splashes over the side of the rim and onto the grass as you turn abruptly around to see a completely disheveled older man in a bathrobe and not much else, posing on a chair like he’s some kind of porn star. A bad porn star.

“What the fuck…?!”

He peers over his sunglasses and raises an eyebrow, blatantly sweeping his eyes up and down your form, now revealed more when you’d jerked out of the blanket in surprise. His agent did a damn good job this time, you were smoking hot in his opinion, and he looked over your pajamas appreciatively before you pulled the blanket back around your shoulders. 

You sigh. “Good morning Mr. Bravo.”

He grins, getting up from his chair to slide in one adjacent to you, his robe hanging open to let you know which kind of underwear he preferred. You prayed to whatever was up there that it had a button closure. 

“Good morning to me! You must be my sugar baby.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yea, I requested my agent find me a baby.”

You pause, furrowing your brow as you replay the interviews in your head. Did—wait. No. Fuck this guy. Your expression rolls into a glare. “Very funny. I’m your new personal assistant.”

“Boo, that’s disappointing. Listen, I’m not sure what David told you but I don’t really need you.”

You scoff. “That’s not what I heard. I heard you can barely get your lazy ass out of bed, so I'm here to help you do that and get your shit together. Got it?”

He blinks at you rapidly, not expecting such dominance from you. It kinda turned him on. Actually, it turned him on a lot. Perfect.

“I’ve been able to grow a career without one of you, I don’t need one now, so here’s how it’s gonna work baby cakes: I’m the boss, so if you stay out of my way, you’ll get your paycheck and I won’t make your life miserable. Now let’s get down to business. Do you want to have sex later?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Please. How old are you? Can you even get it up?”

“Do you want to try and see?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m your boss.”

You open your mouth to retort, but another voice cuts you off.

“No, I’m her boss. And for now, she’s your boss.”

You heave a sigh, thankful that ‘Mr. Stark’ had the foresight to arrive early. He sighs, ripping his sunglasses and mask off dramatically and glares at Dieter. “I thought I told you to leave her alone.”

Dieter pouts. “You can’t just plant a hot chick in my house and not expect me to check her out.”

“It’s fine.” You interrupt. “Just getting to know each other. I didn’t realize you’d be here early, I’m sorry for my state of dress. Let me go put on actual clothes.”

“You can wear sweatpants everyday for all I care, as long as you get this man to be more responsible.”

You nod, wrapping the blanket around you more as you get up and head to your cottage, empty mug in one hand. You turn before entering the house, looking back at the two men to see ‘Mr. Stark’ ushering Dieter back into the house talking sternly to him.

He is old. And weird, and incredibly inappropriate, but for some inexplicable reason to you he’s still attractive. A brown mop of unruly curls peppered with white and chestnut brown streaks. A smattering of facial hair that is so patchy you can’t tell if it’s laziness or if he just can’t grow it. Warm golden skin with not too much hair, freckles and moles peppering his neck and behind his ears. Thick, healthy thighs and the swell of a tummy that is simply softened from age, not necessarily bad health. And that shit-eating grin, god dammit did that grin feel like a ray of sunshine. It almost made you forget about the bullshit coming out of those pouty lips. 

At least he would be pleasing to look at while he solicited you. It could have been Jon Lovitz.

You dress quickly and head back into the main house. Dieter is still in his robe and boxers and lounging on the couch with his feet up, not caring one bit how far up his underwear you might be able to see. You sit on the opposite couch next to ‘Mr. Stark’, going over expectations, sharing passwords, signing paperwork, and finally receiving a schedule book that has seen less and less activity over the past six months.

You’re given a brief tour of the house proper, as well as alarm codes, Wifi passwords, lists of Dieter’s favorite foods and shops in the area, as well as numerous phone numbers to call ‘should you have any issue at all’, ‘Mr. Stark’ assures you, sliding a glare to Dieter who is stuffing his face with Cheetos.

Finally, after ensuring you are comfortable and understanding the expectations, ‘Mr. Stark’ leaves, and you are once again alone with Dieter Bravo.

But surprisingly, he leaves you alone, grabbing a massive handle of vodka and heading back up to the Master Bedroom or god knows where on the upper floor. You take the opportunity to look through the house once more, taking more time in each nook and cranny as you acquaint yourself further to your new home. He has three additional guest rooms on the upper floor with another seating area, a secret movie theater, the most well-stocked bar you’ve ever seen leading out to the patio area you were in before, which is your favorite part of the home. A medium sized pool surrounded by tiki torches with a sectioned off hot tub, framed by lush, green plants and bushes hiding a tall wooden fence. 

You should have brought a swimsuit.

There are potted plants on the tiling, a pair of trees tucked back further towards your cottage with those fairy lights you turned on last night hanging on them. It’s here where you stop, settling back into one of the lounge chairs as you look over your notes and planner once more. You head into your cottage and grab your laptop and another notebook, compiling everything into your own daily guideline for him, link up to the Wifi, browse his email, and finally set everything aside, logging onto Tumblr to fuck around while you soak up the sun.

Curious, you type his name into the search bar on Tumblr to see what comes up, and you’re surprised to find a much different perception of him than what you saw through Google. He was good to fans, lots of accounts had pics with him that they’d clearly interrupted him for. You’d read the exact opposite, that he was kind of a dick. His most recent movie, Cliff Beasts 6, had been an absolute flop, but he still seemed to have a solid fanbase. You browsed through interviews, gifsets, thirst posts, and even the hate posts, trying to formulate a better idea of the man through fandom’s eyes.

He’d been loved. But he’d fallen off the face of the planet.

Why?

He didn’t intend to watch you, but once he started, he couldn't stop.

You weren’t what he’d expected. He’d expected another doe-eyed simp who over-coddled him, or another overly professional type who would be scared off by his constant sexual needling. Young men who were too confused about their sexualities to be able to handle him and their own feelings. It’d become a game to him. How fast can I get them to quit? 

But not once had he been met with someone like you. You, who had immediately clapped back at him, taking his intimidation tactics and shoving them right up his ass when you sassed the shit out of him and told him exactly what you thought about him.

And it set him on fire. Not the mischief in your eyes, not your soft looking lips, not your skin glowing under the sun, not the hint of your bra-less tits he’d seen when the blanket fell off your shoulders, not the neon green toenail polish, not the little hints of cellulite on your thighs. Well, those things definitely helped, but it was you. You were fascinating. It terrified him. So he drank.

He made himself scarce as you wandered his home, his breath hitching when you wandered near his bedroom but you didn’t enter. When you went back downstairs he moved out to the patio, watching you as you wandered around the perimeter of the pool before gathering your things and sitting back down, biting your lip occasionally as you did whatever you were doing. 

Fuck. This didn’t work out too well for him last time. 

He has to get rid of you.

He should go back inside, but he doesn’t, he keeps staring and eventually you must feel his eyes on you because you look up, meeting his eyes with absolutely no hint of fear in them. And you smile at him. God fucking DAMMIT.

“Hi.” You call up to him.

He waves back. “Hi.”

You set down your laptop, shifting in the lounge chair so you’re facing his direction. “Have you thought about dinner Mr. Bravo? I would like to go to the store tomorrow to get some things for you cause you only have junk food here, but I could order out for something?” you pull your phone out and wave it at him slightly.

He calls back down, leaning against the railing of the upper patio. “Oh…you…you don’t have to do that. Grocery shop for me I mean.”

“It’s my job to make your life and career easier. It’s helpful to have better nutrition, you know. If you eat like shit, you feel like shit. And I happen to really enjoy cooking.”

That grabs his attention, and he sets the vodka down on the patio wood and sails down the stairs and out the door to the lounge chair you’re sitting sideways on. You look up at him like you’ve known him forever, scooting a little so he can sit beside you. You hand him your phone. “Here. I pulled up Doordash and entered all my info so no one will know it’s you. Do you want to scroll through the options?” 

He takes the phone gingerly, fingertips grazing yours and it’s like electricity running through his finger pads, up his fingers and spreading in his palms before shooting up his arm and right to his heart.

He refocuses as you continue to look at him with a soft smile, eventually choosing a restaurant. He feels like his heart might stop when you lean in towards him while you scroll through the menu together and make your selections. You smell so good, sweet and like tropical fruits with a hint of musk to it from the heat of the sun. He finds himself zoning out again until he realizes you’re about to pay for the food with your own debit card.

“Hey, no, no!” He slaps it out of your hand dramatically like it had poison on it, and you turn slowly to glare at him in response.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

“Sorry, sorry. You’re not using your own money to get me food. Gimme.” He takes the phone from you and puts in his card information, handing back your phone afterwards before reaching into his robe pocket. “Here.”

He presses another card into your hands. “This is a card you can use for whatever you need that David funds from mine. If you have to buy me shit, use this I guess.”

“Thank you.”

He grunts, apparently diving back into another mood as he abruptly heaves himself off the chair and stalks back into the house. 

The food arrives and you eat separately, and you decide to head back to your cottage early. But you can’t sleep. After tossing and turning for at least an hour, you get back up and stare out into the backyard for a while. 

The hot tub looked amazing.

You slide your gaze up to where the master bedroom is, the almost wall to wall windows were dark and he’d clearly gone to sleep. 

You undress quickly, sifting through your things for a bralette that would serve as a bathing suit top with the already serviceable panties you had on. You tiptoed quietly across the lawn, toeing the tub to make sure it was warm before slowly wading into it fully, heaving a sigh at the way the heat relaxed your muscles and quieted your thoughts.

Dieter fucking Bravo. Dieter Bravo who won an Oscar. Dieter Bravo who’d recently had an embarrassing breakup. Dieter Bravo who just walked out of his room and is watching you blatantly in the dim lighting of the patio lights. You meet his eyes and stand up, feeling the warm water dripping down your body as you turn to scramble out of the tub.

“It’s okay. Use it.” You can barely hear his voice but it still sounds like he’s saying it right in your ear. Your heart pounds with excitement and you don’t know why, but it keeps you from moving either direction. Your nipples pebble in the breeze and you’re suddenly aware that your underwear might be see-through as you stand in the light, confirming it when you meet his eyes once more. His hand is palming his crotch. He pauses.

You don’t know why the fuck you say it, you just do. “Keep going.”

He tilts his head, and you see the light from a cigarette or a bowl flare up at his lips briefly before his hand moves back down to his crotch. He doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls his boxers down enough to pull his cock out, you can barely see it as he rests the waistband underneath his balls.

Your lips part. Your nerves are all firing at once and adrenaline is pumping through your veins and it feels good and you don’t want it to stop. It’s wrong. It’s wrong, and it’s weird, and you shouldn’t encourage it. But you like it.

He starts stroking himself, slowly at first and even though you can only see the silhouettes of him outlined by the backyard lights, you can still see the movement of his hand, the way he’s gripping the banister with one hand, slightly hunched over it as he fucks into his fist.

He’s whispering under his breath and it carries to you with the breeze. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” but you aren’t because the fact that you have this grown man jacking himself off to the sight of you in your soaked through underwear makes you feel so fucking alive and powerful in a way you’ve never felt before.

You don’t look away for one second.

He speeds up, his mouth opening as his breaths come quicker, heavier, until you can hear them from where you are. It makes heat swirl in your tummy, negating any of the chill you might feel from being in the open air. You step forward and lick your lips.

He openly moans, pinching his eyes shut as he strokes himself faster and faster, whimpers and curses and pleas to just stay. There. Until he releases a broken sob, throwing his head back as he comes onto his hand and all over the patio floor. 

When his breathing evens out and he looks back down, the backyard is empty, like you hadn’t even been there at all.

You don’t think you’ve ever run so fast as you fly through the door and close it as quickly and silently as possible, pressing your back against the wood of the wall beside it while you drip all over the floor.

What the fuck did you just do?

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[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: Smut 18+ only please

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When Bucky made it up to your shared room he slowly and silently opened the door. You were sitting on your bed, your back facing the door, but he could tell you were crying by the shaking of your shoulders. It broke his heart to see you so upset.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to sit next to you. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you into his embrace. You then openly sobbed into his chest. Bucky caressed your back and kissed you on the head, allowing you to cry.

When you started to calm down you sighed deeply, sniffed, and said, “Are you going to break up with me now?”

Bucky’s heart completely broke. He put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “No, baby. Of course not. I love you. I love you so much! Why would you think that?” He asks.

“Because before we started dating you told me about Dot and how much she meant to you. You were going to propose when you got home from the war. Well here is your chance to live the life you wanted with the girl you wanted,” you say as tears again start to leak from your eyes.

“Baby, I’m not the same man I was then. Yes, I still have love for Dot, but I’m so madly in love with you. I promise,” he said, kissing your forehead, nose, and then lips.

“I’m going to help Dot become acclimated to the world now, and help her settle. But I promise I will always be here for you, ok?” He asks.

You nod, feeling slightly better. “I love you,” you say.

“I love you too. I’ve gotta get down to the lab. I promised Dot I would be down there with her. But I won’t be long,” he says before kissing you again and then leaving.

You sit and wait for him, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. But after 4 hours you give up on him and go to sleep. You hope that he will keep his word on still loving you. You don’t want to lose him. You love him too much.

- -

1 month later

Over the last several weeks, you’ve only seen Bucky’s about a handful of times. He’s always off with Dot, helping her learn the ways of today, and helping her deal with her “trauma”. Every time he tries to give you a little time she always calls for him saying how upset she is or that she’s about to have a panic attack. You try and be understanding but at the same time it’s really starting to annoy you.

One of the worst things is that he barely even sleeps with you anymore. This morning you woke up to an empty bed, yet again, and head downstairs for breakfast. When you got down to the common room you heard the sound of Dot’s giggles and saw her sitting on the couch with Bucky, her feet on his lap. At that point you lost your appetite, so you went up to the roof instead.

After an hour you hear the door to the roof open as you’re staring off into the distance. You feel arms wrapped around your waist as a stubble chin rest on your shoulder. You decide to ignore him and continue staring off into the distance and several thoughts past of your mind.

“Was looking for you,” Bucky said as he kissed your shoulder. “Why you up here all alone?”

You sigh, “well I’m used to being alone a lot these days. And I guess I didn’t feel like sitting there watching you and Dot flirt in the common room,“ you say annoyed.

You hear him sigh behind you as he puts his forehead on your shoulder. “I know, and I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around much. I’m just trying to do my best to help her,” He said.

“I promise I’ll try and do better at managing my time so that I can spend more time with my girl,“ he says as he kisses the back of your head and trails kisses all the way down to your neck.

He turns you around in his arms and rests his forehead on yours. Before you know it you are both swaying to no music, until Bucky starts singing your song. You wrap your arms around his neck as you both slow dance to your song as Bucky sings. When he finishes you kiss him passionately.

“Tonight we will have date night. No Dot, no interruptions, just you, me, and that new lingerie you bought a few weeks ago,” he says as he continues to sway you.

You smile widely at the thought of spending a night alone with your boyfriend. “Oh Bucky, that sounds amazing! I’ve missed you so much, and I get what your doing, but it’s hard,” you say.

“I know. I’ve been neglecting you and it ends now. You are my priority, not Dot. And I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Tonight,” he says.

You kiss him in reply.

- -

Later that night, after dinner and another bout of dancing, you come out of the bathroom with your new lingerie set. You stand in the doorway staring at your half naked boyfriend. Bucky’s eyes darken with lust as he starts to stalk towards you like a lion about to pounce.

“You look good enough to eat, baby,” he says huskily. He then pulls you into his arms with a searing kiss.

He leads you to the bed and throws you on it, before jumping on top, connecting your lips again. His hand travels down to your core and he moves your panties to the side, putting pressure on your clit. He starts rubbing at an intensely fast pace, making you lose your breath. Very quickly he pulls your first orgasm from you.

Before you come back to earth you feel your new panties being ripped from you, as well as the bra. Bucky loved to rip your underwear all the time. He kissed his way down your stomach to your wet core and dove in. Your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You moaned as your hand pulled his hair.

He then stuck two metal fingers into you and started pumping. You knew it wouldn’t be long now. You couldn’t stand the amazing sensation of his fingers and tongue. You started to feel the build up of pressure in your belly.

“Bucky! I’m going to cum,” you cry as you again orgasm on his face.

After a moment Bucky kisses his way back up your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, which makes you wetter, if that’s possible. “You are the best thing I have ever tasted, Doll. Truly exquisite,” he says.

He then pulls off his pants and boxers before lining up with you. He slowly starts to push in, which feels amazing. After a moment he completely bottoms out in you. He kissed you, and just as he is about to thrust, you are both interrupted by FRIDAY.

“Sergeant Barnes, Ms. Jones is requesting to see you sir,” she says.

Bucky groans into your neck, “Tell her I’m busy and we’ll talk in the morning,” he says.

“I’m sorry sir, but she appears to be having a panic attack and having trouble breathing,” FRIDAY says.

“Shit,” Bucky says as he pulls out of you and grabs his sweats. He looks at you guiltily, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in 10 minutes tops, and then we can finish what we started,” he says before running out the door.

You stare at the door as it closes in shock. He just left you in the middle of sex for his ex. What the hell! You lay there and wait, but after 2 hours you decide to get dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. You take your ruined lingerie and throw it out. You lay back on your bed thinking about how you will have a stern discussion when he comes back.

Before you know it, another 2 hours go by and it’s the middle of the night. You’re more than angry, now you are hurt. You grab your pillow and your blanket and leave your shared room with Bucky, and head to your old room. After locking the door, you inform FRIDAY not to let anyone, especially Bucky in. You climb into bed and allow a few tears before falling asleep.

- -

Bucky woke up the next morning disoriented. When he realized he was still in Dot’s room he panicked. After he finally got Dot to calm down last night he went to leave but Dot begged him to stay until she fell asleep. He must have dozed off too. He quickly got out of the bed and quietly exited the room.

Steve was coming down the hall and saw Bucky’s coming out of Dot’s room. “ why are you in Dot‘s room?” Steve asked.

“She had a panic attack last night and I came to calm her down and fell asleep. Y/N is going to be so pissed at me,” Bucky said.

“Wasn’t last night date night?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded, “Yea and Dot interrupted right in the middle of sex. I left Y/N there naked on the bed like a jackass,” Bucky said angrily.

“You left her in the middle of sex to deal for your ex!? Why didn’t you ask me to deal with it?” Steve yelled.

“I don’t know. Dot says she only feel comfortable with me. I’m just trying to help her. But I’m going to lose my girl in the process. I’ll talk to Dot later about it, but things have to change. I can’t keep ignoring my girl,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, we’ll good luck with talking to her after last night,” he said before slapping Bucky’s shoulder and leaving.

Bucky sighed and went to your shared room, only to see that you weren’t there. He checked the kitchen, common room, roof, gym, and lab but couldn’t find you. The last place he went was to your old bedroom. He found the door locked, which told him he found you.

“FRIDAY, can you please open the door?” He asked the AI.

“I’m sorry Sergeant Barnes. But I was requested by Agent Y/L/N to not let anyone, especially you in,” FRIDAY said.

Bucky’s heart dropped. He really messed up.

- -

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

A lot happening in this chapter. Bucky being stupid, but at least he is aware. Now can he fix it? will the reader let him? And what else will Dot do? Feedback is appreciated!

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[kimnamshiks]

Show Me A Good Time

Pairing: Hyunjin x Female Reader (ft. voyeur Minho)

Genre: Smut, Light humor

Rating: Explicit

WC: 2.2k+

Tags: Smut, accidental voyeurism turned voyeurism, light humor 

Summary: Seeing you make his best friend so happy never ceases to make him happy and vice versa. He loves seeing love in all forms; though this may be seeing you and Hyunjin’s love just a bit too much to be appropriate. Maybe Minho will remember to close his doors fully next time.

"Hyu-- Honey.." your soft voice filtered up into the air along with an airy moan, echoing.

"Yeah? Is it good?" Hyunjin's voice answered yours in a low tone. “That good? Baby my sheets are getting so dirty because of you~”

Minho was confused, groggy from sleep. The clock glared an obnoxious light of numbers, changing to 3:01 am. Was he dreaming? Maybe he's in a weird alternative middle ground again or something… It wasn't often he would have suggestive dreams regarding his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend. But it can happen; seeing them be so cute and happy together with the silly banter, inappropriate comments do happen also. The soft, slick sounds of kissing and slurping on the other hand were too high and sharp to be his dream-lagged mind. (Possibly… He does have a habit of daydreaming) He rubbed at his eyes as he was going to get up but a sharp moan stopped him in his tracks.

His eyesight came into a sharp focus towards the bathroom since it was between the rooms connecting them both in a roommate suite. His door was slightly ajar as Hyunjin's was open. Completely open with a reflection of the bedside lamp, Hyunjin’s room was … Giving Minho a full view of the activity going on with you and Hyunjin.

Of you two in bed preparing to fuck. Heavens why did you two have to go at it at this hour? Do you two not know how to sleep?

You were breathless against the gray cotton sheets, body shiny with a thin layer of sweat in a sweet arch that he didn’t think was comfortable but you could care less about. Another moan rippling from your lips as your legs slid further down on the bed. Hyunjin himself just seemed to be in his boxers for the time being but his body also had a layer of sweat to match, hair wet, and sorta curled up at the ends. A shift and you moaned hard for him.

Fading pink and mostly blonde hair shifted as the male lifted his head to tilt it innocently. “You have to be quiet sweetheart. Do I need to keep your mouth occupied?” 

A view of your head thrown back from the pleasure Hyunjin was giving between your legs, his grip tight enough on the inner part of your thighs. The way your hips tried to roll against the male’s face or fingers but was stopped when his grip adjusted to press your hips against the bed more. Minho could tell Hyunjin was looking up at your face with that grin he loved to use when he was particularly enjoying the torture. The blonde didn’t have his mouth on you right now in combination, for the fingers quickly going in and out of your wet core were doing wonders he was guessing. He mentally thought how long Hyunjin was down there lapping at the juices coating his hand. Or if Hyunjin has already made you cum once or twice.

“Maybe if you would just… Fuckin’ gimme..” Your voice waivers from another plunge of Hyunjin’s fingers into you, gripping his free hand to immediately shove a couple of fingers into your mouth.

The male’s mouth dropped open at the same time Hyunjin spluttered your name in a whimper. You flicked your tongue around three of his fingers sloppily, slurping and making Hyunjin stop to focus on punishing your mouth. You took it in stride as more spittle fell onto your chest with a muffled groan. He pressed down harshly to make you open your mouth wide, even rubbing the pad of his fingers onto your tongue.

“Mm ready Hyunnie. M’ready now.'' He watched you plead, in that whiny voice you reserve to try and get what you want once your mouth was free. 

The male mimicked you as he sat up to look down at you. He demanded you to say it again. With lips shiny from spit your mouth opened again to repeat yourself. And again. And again, the tone turned just that tad more demanding that Minho’s own body heated up in response.

Minho always caved under it no matter what you asked for when you got petulant. (He was weak for you and he believed his best friend knew it too.) This was going in his spank bank, he’ll feel guilty about it later. He slid his hand into his boxers and gripped himself, biting his lip hard to keep his noise of satisfaction at bay, realizing he was already leaking enough pre-cum to make the slide against his dick easier. He should feel guilty but right now he was too hard, his mind on wanting to watch you two until the end.

“Are you darling? Think you’re soaked enough?” a hummed out question, probably rhetorical. Hyunjin didn’t even let you answer before he continued, “Maybe you can have it now if you ride me pretty. Can you do that?”

Minho gyrated his hips into his hand lightly, eyes taking in everything as you pulled your boyfriend in for a deep kiss. Groans and whimpers being swallowed by each other. Fuck… What he wouldn't give to see you on top of his cock, letting him sink deep into the most intimate parts of your beautiful body and carve his shape in. Kiss and mark your skin besides Hyunjin’s finger bruises.

Hyunjin pulled back with a satisfied sigh at your drenched core and brought his hand down to his aching dick to ready himself. Wrapping his fingers to coat around the dripping head, down the slight curve to the base for a quick squeeze with a harsh moan of your name. Both you and Minho watched; you more so turned on and ready but he did more to assess it.

Not to say his best friend has a pretty dick… But Minho thinks it’s a pretty dick to match his pretty best friend indeed. So pretty he wondered if you were going to stretch your lips around it.

Do you deep throat? Do you tease with kisses and avoid his arousal completely? Would you let Hyunjin fuck your mouth as you gag with spittle and cum sliding down your face? Or maybe you two kiss after you take his load?

He was glad his free hand was in front of his face due to holding back a whimper. His hips kicking into the tight fist of his hand, his eyes were drinking in your frame as you sink slowly onto Hyunjin’s lap, thighs drenched in your juices that the squelching sound echoed loudly.

“Nngh-- Finally I’ve been waiting for this all day. It’s so good.”

Your hands glide up your body with the first roll of your hips onto Hyunjin’s with a pace that screams payback. The slow and dirty kind, the grind so hard that you had Hyunjin bruising up your thighs and hips with the tight hold on your body.

He looked up your frame with love and teasing, voice coming out in a broken husk “Come on baby you said you waited for this--”

Minho slowed the movement of his hand over his cock, following along with what seemed to be a hell of a ride. He snuck some extra lube into his hand for the easier glide and to not cum so early.

"I did say that didn't I?", a hiccuping giggle left your throat as your loving boyfriend kicked his hips up. "It's my turn to have a l-little fun too." Your lips left little blooming marks upon the slate of salty skin and lean muscle as you rode him slowly. Sometimes your hips would leave Hyunjin’s so you could look at him twitch, shiver from the cooler air on his heated skin then drop down hard onto his cock yet again.

You alternated this for a while and caressed your body, sighing from a particular roll or whimpering when the blonde sped up the pace for a bit. Minho was drooling onto his pillow and his own skin was hot and sweaty in its rising temperature. His best friend caresses and gropes where he can reach as he praises you. “Feeling good?”

“Mmm yea, roll your hips just.. just like that.”

“Squeezing me like you don’t want me to leave you, that’s fucking hot--”

You squeezed around him when you raised up before dropping down so hard that you watched blonde hair fly back in undeniable pleasure-- what you didn't expect was the loud ass THWACK to resonate in the room. Hyunjin groans (in a non-sexy way, that’s gonna leave a bump--) while holding the back of his head and wiggling underneath you. Curses flew from both of you as it made you laugh loudly.

"Honey! Aaaha--" a wheeze "Honey are you ok--" another wheeze "Okay? Fuck that sounded like it hurt.."

"Pussy so good I lost my head for a second there--" he hissed out. His eyes were closed tightly, grin goofy despite the obvious pain with him slapping at the air in your direction, "You're loud! Don't wake up Minho!" But your cackling echoed into Minho’s room too.

Said male was stifling his laughter into his pillow, heart full watching you two take care of the situation while laughing. Knowing that you'd stop everything to check on your boyfriends’ well being made a little envy burn in his chest, but he pushed that away when his dick throbbed from you guys laughing again.

Really dick? At a time like this? Laughing shouldn’t be sexy you know--

"If your damn headbang didn't wake him up before my laughter then I dunno what to tell you."

A gentle ass smack here, "Cheeky brat!"

"Who's being loud now~? You want Minho to hear you?" You questioned the blonde, not missing the way his cock jerked against your walls.

"Oh?" The may you said that to Hyunjin had Minho’s hand grabbing his dick tight yet again, playing at the base near his sack.

Now he sees that you guys changed positions so Hyunjin's head was at the bottom of the bed, feet touching the headboard. His best friend looked sheepish when you placed a pillow underneath his head. You still cooing at him and massaging his scalp while talking to him; agreeing that it would be a slow sex night after all. Exchanging a few deep kisses, Minho's rapidly paying attention again when Hyunjin goes to lay back down. Your hips sinking down onto Hyunjin’s cock (which was still hard... Minho wonders yet again if his friend likes pain--) moving back to its up and down motion. Occasionally he'd play with his tip and sigh, eyes starting to slip closed…

"Don't think I missed that little tidbit, Hyunjin.."

Hyunjin moaned your name high from his throat when you scratched down his chest, "Miss wh--"

A slow corner smirk appeared, nonchalance lacing every word. "The fact that your dick twitched when I said Minho's name."

Hyunjin's face was red with a wide-eyed stare towards you, not knowing how to proceed with that. Minho in his bed was wide-eyed to match, ears heated in surprise and cock weeping just a bit more at that thought. Fuck did Hyunjin find him attractive sexually too?

"We'll be able to talk about that later. Hm?" You pant and grind harder, "Wanna be loud next time for your best friend then too. Maybe he can join--"

Hyunjin's moan was even higher this time, gripping your waist hard with a blown outlook as you leaned back to ride. Legs spread farther so his cock could reach even deeper into your body. When his hips began to meet yours you felt euphoric, his tip kissing your g-spot with ease now. It was deeper but still a leisurely pace.

Minho forwent that pace and was trying his best to stay quiet as he fucked his fist again, his other hand sliding under his shirt to tug his hard nipples. His mind produced so many scenarios of how he'd have you bent over, folded, split on his cock while he kissed you over and over again.

A tremble skittered up into your chest, mouth running off now. "O-Oh? You'd like that babe? Would you watch him fuck me?"

"Shhhiiit yes…" he groaned deep, his face still sporting that strawberry hue on his sweaty skin. "Wanna see your lips around his cock--"

"I wanna see yours around his cock too, Jinnie. Minnie wouldn't know what to do--"

Both of you were whimpering and moaning loudly, uncaring of the noise level now that you two were so deep into the pleasure that clouded minds. Minho listened, his own soft whines joining into the fray of noise. How you two talked about the positions, the possibility of whose mouth did what to his body, or what fingers went where. Even how every surface of the house would be a new surface to fuck on if he did accept the proposal.

Yes yes, I would accept. He thought, hand blurring over his cock as his orgasm began to coil. Tugging his puffy nipples, a look of bliss casts over his face at the mere thought of the chance. He imagined him getting his cock rode by Hyunjin, you by their side as you marked his neck or kissed him filthy. As the two of you played with him, making his voice reach pitches he never thought of. Hyunjin's shout of your name as he came, made Minho crash through his orgasm with a low and long whine; a combination of both your names like a prayer. He was still riding out his high when you came a bit after with Hyunjin’s name on your lips.

All three of you were spent, Minho staying still and suddenly sleepy again. You slumped over Hyunjin’s side and shared tired kisses while wiping each other down with baby wipes. He should clean up before he had a bigger mess in the morning but he was drifting off to your voice murmuring jokes and Hyunjin’s squeaky laugh.

With his mind fizzed out he succumbed to sleep, he dreamed of hand holding and chaste kisses this time. Shy smiles and embarrasing laughter on outings with his favorite two people in the world.

The clean up is for future Minho anyways, he’s gonna enjoy his nutting experience to the fullest.

Future Minho would like to beat up Past Minho’s ass. Since Future Minho was stuck with the embarrassment of being woken up by you giggling over the mess in his bed; making some excuse of a pretty good ass dream. Curse you Past Minho! Curse you!

[sarahrogersevans]

Overwhelmed & Comfort Care - Steve Rogers x reader fan fiction

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and overwhelming thoughts, panic attacks, (let me know if I missed anything)

I liked writing this one, my best friend inspired this fic 😊, I was going through a hard bout with anxiety and writing this fic helped me to relax and not feel so alone. I hope you all enjoy xx and if anyone ever wants to talk feel free to inbox me you are never alone. xx

So it was like any other night I’d stay up for a bit try and keep my mind occupied until I could go to sleep but tonight it just felt like the overwhelming thoughts just kept coming and I didn’t wanna be alone tonight. Whenever my anxiety was really overwhelming Steve Rogers my best friend that’s living with me made me promise him that I’d text him if I ever needed him to come sit with me and tonight one was one of those nights.

I texted Steve saying carefully, “hey Steve I’m really not doing well.. could you come sit with me?..” he read my text and replied with,

“of course doll I’ll be right there, need anything before I come in?”

I blushed and replied saying, “if you wouldn’t mind.. could you get me a glass of water please?” Steve texted back saying, “of course I’d be happy to get you some water sit tight doll I’ll be right there I promise.”

Two minutes later he knocked on my door saying, “Doll can I come in?” I shakily said, “yea come in..” Steve opened the door and closed it after he walked in and looked at me with a worried look on his face and put the water on the table near me and said, “oh doll hey come here let hold you yea?” I nodded and scooted over by Steve and he carefully wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “you’re safe doll I’m here now. I won’t let anything happen I promise ok?”

For a good part of the night we just sat on my bed cuddling and since we’re best friends it really wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable but recently I started having feelings for Steve but I didn’t wanna ruin my friendship with him. Steve noticed I was zoning out and put his hand on top of mine and rubbed his thumb across my hand softly and said, “hey doll you ok? You’re quiet.”

I looked up at him and said, “oh, yea I’m sorry I just.. I was thinking about something..” Steve said, “wanna talk about it?”

I tried not to show that I was blushing but when he noticed how shy I got he said, “ok doll what’s going on? You got me curios.” I took a deep breath and said, “I have feelings for you Steve, I like you a lot honestly.”

Steve looked at me surprised at first but then smiled and said, “if I can be honest Y/N.. I like you a lot as well.” I smiled so much and said, “I’m really glad Steve, thank you for always comforting me when my anxiety is bad, it means a lot.”

Steve kissed my forehead and said “you don’t need to thank me doll I do it because I love you doll you mean the world to me I’d do anything to make you happy.”

I smiled and said, “I love you too Steve.” He smiled and said, “would it.. would it be ok if I kissed you?” I nodded quick and said, “yes, please!” Steve tilted my chin up with his fingers and leaned in to kiss me and the kiss was very tender and his lips were so soft that the kiss left me feeling dizzy and giddy.

Steve hugged me and said, “I love you so much Y/N I’ll always be here by your side I promise.”

@fluffycutecevans

[insensity]

𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬|| ekko x reader

(reader from pilt. AGAIN. CAUSE I SAID SO)

warning: mention of alcohol and aggression

"𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟"

-wish you were sober

since you and ekko broke up you force yourself to be busy with your studies to ignore your feelings

you force yourself to stay up late to study and become a top student, "𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸" you said to yourself

as you finish your studies you stand up in your sit to wash your face that's when u hear some knocking noise from your your window

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸" u asked yourself with a lazy voice while opening the window

"y/n we need you"

"OH MY- fucking hell scar u scared me"

u said letting him enter your room

"So what's up?" u ask

"it's about ekko-"

"no."

"but-"

"no."

"yes, it's urge-"

"nononono get out get out get out" u said as you continue to shoo him

"PLEASE LISTEN"

"NO and never"

"he NEED you"

"UGHHH what is it?"

u heard scar realeasing a deep breath "ever since you and ekko... you know, our life went hell"

"and what's it about me?"

"he's always drunk and ALWAYS RANTING ABOUT HIM AND YOU"

"i- the urge he have, boy does he forgot? He's the one who end things here not me" you sarcasticly reply

"i know i know its just- i though- that- you know- *sigh* i just thought maybe when u clear things up he will comeback from his senses"

"and what do you want me to do?"

"please comeback"

"HA. great act scar and no"

"come one please we need you"

"how do i know you're not making this up?"

he sigh as he remove the cover to his wound to make it visible to u

"WOAH WHO DID THAT?"

"it's ekko... ever since you're gone he become aggresive, please y/n you're our only hope"

"okay fine fine i'll go"

•______________𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩_____________•

as you two arrive at the base you can already hear some crashing things in there, as you step on the floor from the hoverboard a lot of people been welcoming you back and begging you

Leaving you no choice but to talk to him.

"where is he" you ask them

"he's in his room and drunk, please becareful" they warn

you take a deep breath while repeating words in your head

"𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴"

you chant while collecting some urge in you

as you continue those words in you, you finally reach his room

"FOR FUCK SAKE" you hear someone shout, it's him ekko

you felt like finally build enough courage to talk to him

as you were about to knock on his door you felt someone has open it from the other side

"oh what THE FUCK do you want no- y/n..?" You saw his eyes widen

he quickly rushed to you to embrase you

"Y/N I MISS YOU FUCK"

"ekko you're drunk..."

"please, please, please come back" he said before kneeling to the ground begging you making you embarased

"ekko stand up, please" u said trying to help him get on his feet

"i still love you please comeback" you heared his voice crack

"let's go inside first please, you're embarassing me"

"sorry firefly i so sorry i din't mean to" he said hugging you again

"yea i know i know come now let's get you back to bed, you need rest"

•______________𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩_____________•

after that all the scene you two made

you made him go to bed and making him fall asleep

"it's okay now i'm here now" you said liying on his arm

"i love you"

"I know i know"

"no u don't... u don't... i love you y/n l/n, i love you so much that i don't fucking know what will i do without you"

"shh it's okay now go to sleep now ekko"

"FUCK!!, u don't understand me do you?"

He said getting up from the bed making u sit up

"w-what do you mea-"

he grabbed you from the wrist making you to stand up infront of him, you felt the atmosphere change while making yourself getting comfortable to this tense

He suddenly pulls you closer to him making you to hug his waist "i relly love you firefly" he said using his hands to make you look up to him

"i- i don't kno-"

He suddenly kissed you leaving you clueless and convince

"please come back..."

[genshingarbage]

Could I request any boys of your choice where they’ve had an exhausting day and their s/o says they should take a nap on their lap? Thank you!

Cute boi hours again? Yes <3 Sleepy time awe! I am gonna pick a very select few that i think this works well with, so i hope you're okay with the hand picked few ;) - Mod Diluc

Rest My Love.

|| Head Cannons ||

Kazuha/Diluc/Xiao/Kaeya

Kazuha

He was beat, exhausted and aching, every muscle in his body ached like something fierce. But, who ever said the life of a lone wandering samurai was gonna be a breeze? Yea, that's right- no one. Because it sure as hell wasn't. He was use to feeling this way yet somehow it still made him just as grouchy as the first time.

He walked into the small building that was titled as your homestead and yawned; stretching his arms out he heard a few odd bones pop from the pressure, it relieved some of his tension but not nearly enough for it to be actually satisfying. With a huff he removed some of his more heavy going clothing, including his shoes, till he was more loose and relaxed.

He shuffled slowly into the house, trying not to wake you. You were his lover and so him coming to your home was somewhat normal now, but he often was away for large periods of time, and he never liked to disturb you. Specially when you're busy. Which you were, you had your nose deep between the pages of a gripping story written so entrancing like from a book. So much for his first theory that you'd be asleep at this time, huh?

He tried to creep past you as you read, but you wasn't born yesterday. So with a roll of your eyes and a soft exhale from your nose you spoke out. "Kazuha. Welcome home hun." You didn't even bother to turn your head around to him, you knew fully well he was frozen in his steps now, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. He blinked a few times before sorting himself back to his normal standing position and chuckling awkwardly, a breif rub to the back of his neck ensued.

"Ah, yea, I'm uh- yea. I'm home, thanks Y/N. I really didn't wanna disturb you there." He spoke softly and with great regret; like he'd just committed an awful crime. You simply closed the book after having bent the tip of the page you were on, as to know where to start off when you return to it, and placed the item down on the small table infront of your sofa. "Kazuha, it's fine... I was only reading a book." You chuckled gently.

"I know, but... it felt wrong to interupt you so abruptly specially when you seemed so into it-" you'd twisted your torso ever so slightly so your eyes could lay on his now, your heart almost broke, he looked absolutely shattered- like all life was drained from him. Just what had this crazy man gotten up to in his absence? "Kazuha- oh my goodness. Look at you! You're about to pass out."

He smiled politely and waved his hand side to side as if dusting your worry back into the wind. "Nah, I'm a lil tired that's all. I'm gonna have a lie down, I'll be right as rain after." He went to go back to making his way to the exit of your living room, that is until you called out ever so gently. "Or well, I wouldn't mind if you rested your head on my lap." A faint blush flushed your cheeks. He turned to face you yet again. Blinking several times over again.

"Really?" He tilted his head almost like a curious puppy, he has no idea how cute he is sometimes. "I mean, sure why not? You've not been home for over a month. I do get lonely ya know, the company would feel nice, and your presence is always warm and welcoming." You smiled sweetly at him and he returned the expression with full earnest. Nodding softly he made his way to the sofa, where you rested, and now reshuffled and organised yourself to get into a more comfy position.

It wasn't long before he was laying on his side with his head nestled into your lap, breathing softly as your hand gently rested adorn his head of hair. "Mmh. You're right, this beats sleeping alone any day." He hummed sleepily to you, by the way his voice was giving out you could tell he was close to succumbing to his slumber already. With a gentle smile still planted across your lips you hushed him softly.

"Shh, rest now. My Kazuha." You began to hum a quaint little lullaby that had him snoring in under three minutes. This man, he works himself so hard, but still, it's one of the reasons you love him so much, the fact he's hard working and never gives in. And you have the comfort in your mind of knowing whenever he gets this tired again, he'll have you here to be by his peaceful sleeping side everytime. Now and forever.

Diluc

The sky was a beautiful orange and red tone, the colours mixed so beautifully, with the white fluffy clouds scattered around too, it looked like a stunning evening. You were sat alone at the dinner table again, your chin resting on your opened palm, your eyelids half shut to block the rays of the last bit of presence from the sun.

The candles had long since burned out and the beautiful sweet honeyed roast you'd prepare with such delicacy and tender care was going cold. Diluc was suppose to be home over thirty-five minutes ago, he promised he'd make it in time for whatever dinner the maids threw together tonight, he wasn't aware you'd taken it upon yourself to lovingly prepare tonight's meal for him.

You couldn't be mad at the man; or hold a grudge for that matter, you knew what type of person he was, you knew he wasn't one for sticking to plans and promises, he simply couldn't be with the work he has, not to mention his little sun down hobby that you became privy too after several years with the crimson haired gentleman. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was the fact you knew without doubt he truly did love you. And in a way that was enough for you.

It was sundown now and your dinner had long been since tidied up by the maids, with a somewhat solemn look to your face you'd decided to go to bed early that night. Knowing Diluc, he wouldn't be home for hours to come anyway. Your eyes were just starting ache and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy for you now. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth softly you let your body sink further into the warm embracing sheets.

Click.

Your eyes slowly opened back up when you heard the all too familiar noise of your bedroom door opening, narrowing your eyes slightly to help adjust to the dim glow of the room, the small aid of illumination being provided solely by your nightstand candle. It wasn't hard to make out who it was however, since his deep red hair practically danced from the slight glow of the flicking flame.

"Diluc." It came out more like a whisper which you never intended for it too, but you were so gripped by tiredness now it was hard to sound more awake at the given circumstances. "Sorry for waking you my dear, wasn't my intention." You hummed softly in response and then watched as best as you could as he removed his attire and shoes, stripping down to just his boxers.

Gripping the band that kept his hair up was the last part, with a tug his hair flew down and waved apart, you kept a watchful eye on him. As it was when his hair was down that he was always at his most tired and vulnerable mental state now. "The maids told me Y/N." He still sounded strict, or at least he was trying his best too. But his voice wavered in every sense of the word.

The bed dipped beside you as his weight was added to the mattress now, a small groan escaping his lips. You knew what he meant, it wasn't a surprise the maids told him you'd prepared the dinner today, you'd just wish they'd not sometimes, to avoid adding more stress to the man's poor ordeals. "It's fine, it was just a small attempt. I'm not exactly the best cook to begin wit-"

The poorly sounding wince from him cut you off, the failed attempt to stifle it and keep it under wraps didn't go unnoticed. You narrowed your eyes at the man beside you in bed now, and then you saw. He was littered with cuts and bruises, they surely must hurt, why didn't he say anything? Scratch that. He never tells you anyway, thinking its better that way. Silly man.

With a gentle huff you shook your head, shuffling your weight and sitting up ever so slightly, your back pressing against the several puffed pillows under you. "Enough of that. Come here darling." It was your turn to sound strict however, and for once he didn't fight back. Your heart tugged at you slightly as you felt the weight shifting around beside you and then were suddenly graced with the feeling of his head nuzzling into your lap.

You took it upon yourself to softly begin to caress his head, letting your hand stroke and massage the man's hair and scalp. The groans and sighs that left him were evidence enough he was in a blissful state right now, your sweet Diluc. Always putting his life on the line to protect those less fortunate than him, when will he learn? That his life matters just as much. Sigh.

You heard a soft mutter from him, something along the lines of 'sorry' and 'dinner'. But he was already taken by the nights calming embrace to be formulating anything coherent now, so you closed your eyes with another soft shake of your head and continued to massage his head. Till both you and your hand laid still, silent, asleep. Whatever he'd done tonight, whatever reason he'd missed dinner, it didn't matter. As long as he loved you it was enough. It always has been, it always will be.

Xiao

The stars twinkled softly an slowly, looking so entrancing from down below, the dark blue sky washing above you with the dazzling twinkles looking like small fire flies dancing around. You stood there, your knee bent slightly as your weight was supported by the banister of the top balcony to Wangshu Inn. Any minute now, you thought to yourself calmly.

And is if on que a sudden and harsh breeze blew past you, followed up with a loud thud. You turned your head ever so slightly, seeing the young looking yaksha lifting back up from his crouch landing position. "Welcome home honey." you said somewhat stone like, to which you got a simple sounding 'Tsk' as response, as he chucked his spear lazily behind him, to which it dissolved away instantly.

You rolled your eyes to the quiet scoff that greeted you back, shaking your head slowly, your eyes went back to focus on the landscape below you from the viewpoint of the balcony. It was so peaceful and beautiful. "How has your day been?" You decided to question him further, all while remaining your focus elsewhere.

"Fine." he responded in short. This type of reply was normal to you now, he wasn't the talkative type, despite having been the first to say to you he loved you. "Well, that's good then." you said back in your normal sweet tone now. You could tell from that tone in his voice he was exhausted, he didn't have to say or do anything, you could just tell.

Thinking it was best to leave now and give him his privacy you turned away from the balcony and began to walk to the exit. "I will let you rest my love, see you soo-"

"Wait."

His voice was louder than its ever been round you, the faint flush on his cheeks was evidence enough he never intended for it to come out so loudly from his own mouth. "Xiao?" you turned back round, seeing him stood there looking like a somewhat lost lamb, it was damn cute.

"S...stay with me, ... please."

His voice, so soft, so sweet, so gentle. You felt your heart crack slightly, your poor adeptus, he must've been rushed off his feet tonight. The dark bags forming under his eyes said all you needed to hear.

Chewing your bottom lip softly you breathed in and then walked over to him slowly. "Xiao..." you whispered his name lovingly, his eyes met with yours and for a brief moment the air left your lungs, the sight of his exhausted face so close to you, actively seeking comfort within you, it was enough to melt the coldest of icebergs.

Letting your hand slip into his with a gentle squeeze, a small smile on your lips you led him down the stairs of the Inn, into your bedroom, a tidy and quaint little sleeping quarter. He needed to rest, he is pushing himself too much, and if you do not take action, he never will.

Climbing onto the bed once you'd abandoned your shoes on the carpet you looked up at him, laying in a relaxing position. The red on his cheeks only flushed deeper and darker, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a lewd mind, oh my, you never expected him to get the wrong idea over a situation like this.

"Xiao- no... not that." you chuckled at his confused expression, he was so alien to the concept of just touch in general now, that to him he sees it so black and white, being close means being intimate, otherwise why get close? So it was up to you to show him the ways of being human again.

You let your hand softly pet and stroke your lap and he raised his brow, but seeing the sudden light in his eyes spark showed you he caught on to what you really were aiming for. So he hesitantly dipped onto the bed next to you, he was tense and his movements were awkward, but he eventually shuffled his head and body to lay down with his head nestled softly into your lap.

"Is this... okay?" he muttered it nervously, like he was scared the slightest movement would shatter everything around him. You looked down at him and gently kissed your fingers, pressing them against his lips in response. "Shh, rest my love, you need it." Just to further add to what you were saying you let your hand gently rub the outer ridge of his ear.

The blush eventually left his cheeks, the tensed muscles finally went lax and his breathing grew heavier and more unguarded, with a pleased hum from your lips you closed your eyes too and began to succumb to the sweet calling of slumber too.

As long as he has you, you will always be there to help[ him, he may be an adeptus, a yaksha, but you? He is just as human as you or anyone else. Wrath filled or not. He is and always will be your sweet little adeptus. Your perfect lover. Your Xiao.

Kaeya

Another late night and you sat cuddled up on the sofa scanning through several paintings, more specifically paintings that you had done over the course of several months. It was a hobby of yours, but with the aid of Albedo giving you tips and throwing you pointers here and there you'd become surprisingly good at it; who would've guessed you'd secretly be an artist in hiding? Not you that's for sure.

It was fun enough to help tide over the unsettling impatience that always started to bubble under your skin at least, specially on nights like this, where Kaeya, your boyfriend, who also happened to be the Calvary Captain for the Knights of Favonius was out at an ungodly late time, dealing with a suspicion of criminal activities, within the borders of Mondstadt.

He never broke his promises to you thus far, of which were he will always return safely home to you, but it never did fully destroy the raging thunder of worry that often seized your mind on a daily, who could blame you? The man was always in such dangerous predicaments. Who knew if this morning, or any morning for that matter, where you kissed him goodbye, would be the last time you ever would see his face when you waved him off?

It isn't his fault you know this, but you do wish that sometimes he would be cut slack, just a little, so you could for once not have to distract yourself with idle glances of your paintings while waiting for his return. If only every now and then Jean, The Acting Grand Master would just let him have a day off-

Click.

You jumped slightly upon hearing the noise of your front door not open, but actually close. Turning your head you saw Kaeya stood there, arms covering his chest in a crossed way, a raised brow prominent as he glared down at you. "How long have you been worrying?" His voice sounded so flat and monotone, almost a hint of exhaustion. Was he growing tired of your over worried nature?

"I... uh. uhm..." You were at a loss for words, how long had you been worrying exactly? Two, three hours now? You were unsure of the answer yourself. He shook his head and sighed out slowly, it was long and drawn out; he must be so tired from his work today, seeing you up at this hour acting like a child probably doesn't help his situation in the least.

You looked down sadly, feeling ashamed and guilty of yourself because you do this oh so often to him, he always prays your in bed, safely tucked up and lost in your own dreams before he gets home, but you never are, you're always awake and worried, your face far from the peaceful look he often daydreams you having.

"It doesn't matter anymore my little petal." He hums softly as he walks around the sofa to get within arms reach, crouching onto his own weight to scoop you up, your mind in shock you let the paintings slip from your grip and pool around the seat you were just in and the floor underneath you. "Whe- Kaeya?"

"Shh, it is time to head to the bedroom." He spoke so matter factually, which left you eyes wide and beet red, to which he glanced down and a smug chuckle slipped from him. "For sleep Y/N." You relaxed instantly, a sigh escaping you. "Unless of course, you want the other thing?" You squirmed, embarrassed beyond belief, he loved to teased you. "Quit it Kaeya!" You pouted at him, to which he just chuckled at lightly, planting a soft kiss on your head.

Once in the bedroom he drops you so you fall and sink into the softness of your mattress and covers, to which he joins you quickly after. Now both in bed he simply huffs as he turns and crawls around before you feel his head find its preferred resting place; your lap. You smile and gently chuckle. "May i?" He asks just a tad bit too late for permission.

"You're already laying there Kaeya, bit late for the formalities now." You roll your eyes and turn to blow the candle out, leaving you both in darkness and silence, just your soft and gentle breathing in unison as you stroke and massage his head, to which he groans gently in delight too. He is so sweet when he sleeps on your lap like this, you feel closer to him now than you ever normally do, unless you involve the factor of intimacy sexually.

Its calming and sweet, and it helps you remember that he will always keep his promise to you,

He will always come home safely.