#reblog <3 oi

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Happy new year... 💜

[its-short-for-jackalope]

me making a "fairly good at guitar" joke on pulp's instagram??? more likely than you think!

[irisintheafterglow]

...said you like my eyes (and you like to make 'em roll)

summary: you marry hoshina soshiro. it's just a business deal...right?

wc: 1.2k

cw/tags: implied fem!reader, explicit language, marriage of convenience, childhood friends to rivals to lovers, pining but he's SO mad about it, tension breaking and a lil steamy towards the end (but nothing explicit), intentional lowercase (i didn't mean for it to be this long but here we are)

note: hello iris nation today i offer you hoshina brain rot because this bowl cut bastard has been nothing but the forefront of my mind for the past week. hope you enjoy LOL

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"oi." a small bubble mailer is unceremoniously tossed onto your desk and you don't bother looking up at who threw it. "wear that."

"hello to you too, vice-captain. what a lovely day it is!" you remark without pulling your pen from the document you were signing, your voice mockingly sweet. he can't stand you. "oh, i'm doing well," you continue with the imagined conversation, "just doing paperwork and wondering what my wonderful fake husband is up to."

"careful how loud you say that," he warns through gritted teeth, "or you put both of our jobs in jeopardy."

"i'm aware, hoshina." you sigh, finally looking up from your paperwork at the package in front of you. "trust me, i'm not trying to mess this thing up just as much as you are," you reassure him before dropping your voice to a nearly imperceptible volume. "as difficult as you make it, sometimes." you catch the muscle in his jaw clench and smile inwardly at your victory in making him tick.

"just open that and put it on. i have work to do." you frown, gesturing at the stack of papers that appeared on your desk that morning and were nowhere close to being finished.

"and you don't think i don't?"

"open the damn package."

"what do you say first?" you smile at him condescendingly and watch his frown become deeper. rolling his eyes, he pushes the mailer closer to you before muttering a quiet, "please." you reluctantly open the package, dropping the small gold circle inside into your palm. it's a testament to your working and romantic relationship with hoshina that your first reaction is to snort. "what the hell is this?"

"we're married, aren't we?" he scowls, annoyance overtaking his typically-amused face. "might as well look the part."

"how thoughtful of you," you say with no inkling of gratitude, slipping the ring into its proper spot on your left hand. "huh. perfect fit."

"that's a surprise," he mutters and you narrow your eyes, suspicious of what he meant by that. "i mean that i bought it off a discount site, not that i thought the ring wouldn't fit on your finger or something," he quickly corrects, his unhappiness and irritation clear.

"you got me a wedding ring off a discount site?" you bark out a laugh and admire the shining band in the light. "is this even real gold or is it painted plastic?"

"don't know. didn't bother looking," he mumbles and you gape at him and his pure level of indifference. "just wear that so no one gets suspicious about us."

"what about you?" he fishes under the collar of his suit to reveal a similar ring dangling at the end of a small chain. "aw, maybe you can give that one to your real wife one day. maybe she'll be stupid enough to believe it's real." he scoffs, turning to leave.

"i don't need another wife; i already have my hands full with you."

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"they won't think twice if it's us marrying each other. not when they look at both of our histories," he explained to you on an off-base excursion, away from prying eyes and recording cameras.

"what's in it for you?" you take another sip from your drink, something you forced hoshina to buy for you for making you travel so far off base. it was like you were kids again, sparring with tree branches in the afternoon and spending all your money on sugary drinks. "isn't it bad to be making attachments, especially ones in the defense force itself?" he shrugs, calmer than you'd ever seen him since you were transferred to the third division. you remember the first time he saw you on base, immediately ordering you to run laps for some made-up reason. so much for childhood best friends turning into kaiju-fighting partners, you thought to yourself.

"people will stop asking me to use my benefits on them, for one," he says. "it'll also stop the brass from bothering me about next-of-kin type stuff."

"oh, so you want me to deal with the repercussions if you die? how thoughtful," you deadpan. "and in exchange, i get more benefits too?" he nods, refusing to look at you. come to think of it, you'd only faced him head on when you first arrived on base. shaking your head, you ask hoshina a question that'd been lingering your mind since you first saw him after he left to join the defense force. "why is this the most you've spoken to me since i transferred? what happened to growing up together and joining and-"

"questions like that have no place in this arrangement," he cuts in, a shadow casting over his eyes that you couldn't read. "so don't ask them." you huff through your nose before deciding not to press the subject further.

"strictly transactional, right?" you murmur, the barest hint of sadness detectable in your voice.

"strictly transactional," he affirms.

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"mmm, now what happened to 'this is strictly transactional,' husband?" you smirk against his lips, his hands desperately roaming anywhere he can reach on your body.

"shut the hell up." after months of avoiding you and willing the ache in his lungs to subside, something in him had begun to bend when he saw what you were wearing to the defense force banquet. whatever it was completely snapped when you brushed your hand against the bicep of some nobody from another division. the interaction made his vision bleed scarlet and it took all his energy to remain cordial as he all but dragged you out of the ballroom.

"ask nicely and maybe i'll think about it," you murmur.

"shut the hell up, please," he rasps, breathless from kissing you in a dark, quiet back hallway of the banquet hall.

"kiss me harder and i will," you counter and he just laughs, pinning you back against the wall. one of his hands runs up and down the side of your thigh, the other holding you close by the back of your neck. "what's gotten into you? not that i'm complaining, but-"

"do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" hoshina can barely breathe, every single one of his senses overtaken by you. your perfume, your skin, your eyes, your lips. he was sinking into an indulgence that he'd never allowed himself to have, and it was intoxicating.

"i think i can make several educated guesses." he rolls his eyes but is barely able to stay away from you and your smart mouth. "but really," you say, gently pushing him away and you swear you hear him groan in frustration. "what's going on, soshiro?" soshiro. he liked it when you said his name.

"i'm done pretending that i don't care about you anymore," he admits, his face burning from adrenaline and embarrassment. "i'm fucking sick of acting like you don't matter to me." you blink at him as his eyes burn molten-red.

"why did you act like i was a burden?" your voice cracks and something in hoshina's chest wrings. "why were you so mean for so long?"

"i was hoping i could scare you away," he replies guiltily after a tense moment. "i was hoping that, if i was mean to you...you would leave the force and you wouldn't get hurt. i just wanted you to be safe. all i ever wanted was for you to be safe."

"and you thought marrying me to get your benefits would keep me safe?"

"i've had better ideas," he concedes and you crack a smile. he mirrors your grin, kissing you sweetly. "can i make it up to you?" his hands travel more dangerously over your exposed skin, sending shudders down your body. "i promise i can...make amends to your liking." you hum, tugging him out of the nearest exit.

"i think that can be arranged."

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[eternity-111]

He's the type to.. 𖹭

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ title is explanatory. I'll be making the others soon! (fem reader x brothers)

NSFW! minors scroll down ⊹

bj, fingering, chocking, recording, creampie, pleasure, size kink, pet name mentioned (daddy / good girl)

𝜗𝜚 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

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Lucifer is the type to ask you to help him with his overloaded work, when in reality he just wants you to suck him off.

"Could you do a little favor for me? Suck me off while I'm working."

And if it's not enough, he'll just use your wet pussy instead. Bend over for him will you? help your daddy and you'll get rewarded with a creampie!

Mammon is the type to get you both in detention so he can finally be alone with you.

"Oi human! can you do something fun? I'm gettin' bored. maybe like a little lap dance or something?"

Ughh you are so hot! he can't help but put his hands on your waist. but the next thing you knew, his hand was inside of your panties! Hearing that little moan you made as he did that made him even more excited!

Leviathan is the type to "accidentally" walk into your room when you are changing.

"S-sorry Mc!" covering his face while he speaks.

He should've covered his boner thought..but don't worry, Mc is here to help! give him anything and he'll cums right after. The way his cock fit perfectly inside of you is just enough for him to cum. So, choke him while you do that and trust me! his eyes will rolled as he moan your name out loud!

Satan is the type to ask you to read a book while you sit on his lap. He's doing that just to tease you by playing with your pussy.

"focus on reading the book and don't make any noise, or I'll play with your nipples next."

But you seriously can't! his tease is just too much for you :( you tried to hide your moan but he heard it. Maybe suck his dick so he won't play with your wet pussy! Tease him back, in fact, you should leave him and go to Lucifer's room instead. Maybe you'll get fucked up by both of them?

Asmo is the type to record you having sex with him, he would even ask you to pose for the video. Maybe even go on live just for everyone else to see how cute you look!

"c'mon hon! strike a pose! let everyone know how cute and happy you look while I fuck you~"

if you are embarrassed, he would tease you. sucking your nipples, and circling your clit to the point where you are so overstimulated. Be a pretty little bitch and do as he told you, maybe... stick your tongue out for fun! Tell the world how good his cock made you feel!

Beel is the type to fuck you after a long workout. That's how he gets rid of his hunger!

"You taste so good mc, I want to taste every part of you even more now."

You look so tiny compared to him, Your hands can barely hold his cock! He could cums 5 times and he still wants more. So, let him use that mouth and pussy of yours! I don't care if it's swollen or not, he needs to be satisfied first.

Belphie is the type to cuddle with you but wouldn't give you a blanket :(. he's so mean!

"If you want to be warm, come closer to me"

But his real intention is to fuck you under that blanket! putting 2 or 3 fingers in your mouth if you're being noisy. Shhh..! be quiet or else Beel would hear you. But your wet pussy makes lots of noise tho, so he has to lick all the juices you made. Be thankful, he's doing a favor for you.

#the_brothers ꩜ .ᐟ

[tetzoro]

WAVES OF PASSION — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. zoro roronoa !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after teasing each other all day, you and zoro finally come to a point. question is, who will cave first ?

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, alcohol consumption, alcohol play, zoro and reader are a little tipsy (dubcon?), use pet names (baby, good girl), dry humping, fingering, handjob, pussyjob, unprotected sex, light impact play (slaps your ass once), light praise, creampie, lot of teasing, yall are both stubborn — WC : 3.7k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : a big thank u to nesi for listening to me scream about this for the last 3 days . and for coming up with the name :3 couldn’t have channeled my insanity for this man without her !! please enjoy !! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

the infamous game of cat and mouse. a push and pull. a tango you and zoro often take part in, dancing until your bodies flush together only to be torn away with a smug look, challenge simmering in the others eyes. 

both of you are too stubborn to give in to the other, leaving nothing but fleeting touches upon each other's skin and sinful words curling around your ears, dizzying your minds and driving you both up the wall. 

the tension drawing so thin it was bound to snap, it was only a matter of when.

“come lay your head in my lap, zo.” you call out to your lover who was mindlessly nursing a bottle of sake. the fact he hadn’t finished it yet floored you, but you can only assume that wasn’t his first.

“what? no.” zoro blushes a little, cheeks turning red from the booze and the way you coo’d at him. he looks around, watching everyone still partying on the sunny, paying you both no mind as you’re tucked further away from them now. 

the party started hours ago, luffy insisting that it was time to celebrate their latest victory. everyone was having a good time but as time chipped away, all you could do was reach for the love of your life, yearning for his attention. 

“c’mon.” you whine, still tasting the alcohol you had earlier on your tongue. an idea pops into your head and you can’t help but smirk, moving your body so you were sitting up straight. “baby, let’s drink together.”

it never failed to make you smile whenever you called zoro ‘baby’. the way his ears would perk up before the tips dusted pink, his attention fully on you even if he wasn’t directly looking.

“thought you’d never ask.” he gives a half smile, bringing his sake bottle towards you. you pat your lap, insinuating what you had asked of him earlier. “i’m not gonna do that.”

“please?” you bat your eyelashes at him. a cruel act on your part. zoro would like to believe that he wouldn’t fall for your little vixen tricks, but the alcohol swirled in his mind, body already aching to touch you. 

“fine.” he huffs, sitting down on the floor and pressing his back against your legs, head hesitantly resting on your lap. “now what?”

“give me your sake bottle.” you hold out your hand, the other weaving through his soft green locks, lightly scratching his head in a way that had him fluttering his eye shut.

“no way.” he clutched onto the damned thing more, leaning his head up for a moment to take a swig. but you’re quick, snatching it from his hands. “OI!”

“lay back down.” you say, almost amused by the irritation in his gaze. whatever he was thinking he decided to bite it back down, muttering under his breath before resting his head back on your lap. “now, open your mouth.”

“the hell do you want from me, woman?” zoro huffed, but ultimately obliged. no matter how hard he tried, he could never say no to you.

“keep it open, i’m gonna pour some in.” after a moment, he felt sake pour onto his tongue. on instinct, he started swallowing it down while you waterfalled it into his mouth, your other hand still woven in his hair.

you pull back, knowing he could take more — and probably wanted to — but you needed to see his reaction, see how much he enjoyed it.

and you weren’t disappointed.

“why’d you stop?” his head lays firmly in your lap now, only moving it slightly so he can look up at you. 

“oh, so you liked it?” you tease, trying to draw the confession out of him.

“a weird way to drink but sake is sake.” he shrugs.

“oh come on.” you roll your eyes, moving to rest the bottle on the bench beside you. but zoro’s hand snaps up, lightly wrapping around your wrist before you can set it down.

“i didn’t say stop.” zoro says before expectedly opening his mouth. 

“only if you say you like it.” you push, bottle hovering, the liquid almost slipping out of the top and into his awaiting mouth — he can almost taste it. frustration glosses over him for a moment but he knew what he had to do to get what he wanted.

“fine, i like it.” you hum knowingly at him, the sake fell from the bottle and into his mouth, drinking another gulp of it. this time, you don’t stop.

the liquid flows from the sides of his mouth, running down his neck and along his bare, heaving chest. you watch it weave and pool between his taut muscles, licking your lips as it streams down over his perked nipple.

it’s distracting, the way his body looks paired with the soft grunts he was making as he chugs has your already altered mind spinning. he looked good.

“damn woman, you trying to kill me?” zoro asks. you didn’t realize he swiped the bottle back, breathing heavily, lustful gaze set onto you. he rises up, towering over where you were still seated.

“oh, suddenly you can’t handle your liquor?” you poke, trying to gulp down your own desires. but it was impossible with the way he was looking down at you, prey set in the predators eyes. he just scoffs, small smirk taking up his face. 

“you’re always running that mouth of yours.” he grins, pulling you up off your feet. “better find a better use for it.”

in the little area you and zoro had taken residence, it was tucked away enough for you to steal some of his affection. normally, he wasn’t big on PDA but nights like these he was a little more lenient with a little bit of alcohol running through his veins, coated in the lust he held for you.

so you take a leap, stepping closer so your bodies pressed up against each other, tongue poking out as you lick up the sake still running along his throat. he all but gasps, your boldness taking him off guard. you stop at his collarbone, pressing a light kiss onto it.

“like that?” you purr, looking up at him again, mischief swimming in your eyes. a look he loved to extinguish before morphing them into stars as he has his way with you.

“little minx.” he breathes out, his voice so deep you feel it buzz against your skin. “let’s go.”

“go where?” you tilt your head, trying to play coy. he wasn’t having any of that, not now. he quickly tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring the way you squeaked at him, opting to give your ass a light tap instead.

“somewhere where you can finish cleaning the mess you made.” he starts walking, grabbing another sake bottle as he passes one. “and then i’d like to try that little game on you next.”

the two of you ended up in the crows nest, far removed from everyone else. zoro liked it up here anyway, one of his favorite spots on the ship. 

the moonlight filters through the windows and pools into the room, casting its soft glow over everything in sight. you watch as it trails along the surface of the benches, illuminating off of the workout equipment zoro left behind from earlier. you couldn’t help but walk towards the window, hoping to get a peek at the moon itself, but a voice cuts through the air interrupting your little plan.

“come here.” he demands, putting the bottle of sake down with a thump. you whirl around, amusement dancing in your irises. you don’t make any movement to obey, opting to stay put instead. 

with a sigh, zoro stalks towards you, a dangerous look in his eye before he crashes his lips against yours. the ferocity behind it causes a moan to slip past, only making it worse — zoro’s fingers digging into your hips. 

he doesn’t let up, air be damned as he continues to kiss you.

“you drive me crazy.” zoro groans loudly into the kiss, sitting back onto the bench, trying to pull you with him. you pull apart, teasing smirk on your lips as his mouth chases yours.

“quiet, zoro. don’t want anyone to hear you.” you graze your thumb over his tender, swollen lips, watching him with half-lidded eyes – an expression he easily mirrors back. lust filled eyes share a moment before something snaps in him – the fog clearing in his mind as he processes the tone of your voice. but you just kept running that sweet mouth of yours. “unless you want everyone to hear how much you like when i —.”

“enough.” his lips are on yours again, kissing you with a bruising force as his hands freely roam around your body, squeezing along it as he goes. you drown under the ministrations, his demanding aura easily overtaking yours as an aching need starts to settle in between your thighs.

the kiss only grows more heated with each passing moment – the tension long since dissolving into the room making everything sticky with desire. zoro effortlessly pulls you down into his lap now, not missing a beat as his lips continue to glide over yours, tongues swirling together as he gets drunk on your touch.

the strap from your dress falls to your shoulders, zoro taking the opportunity to smother the area with his lips, exaggerated kisses along the bare skin, licking his way back up your neck.

“taste s’good.” his voice is rough, coarse – similar to the way the seas would get when they’re trying to pull the sunny into their tide. but you weren't as resilient as your beloved ship, surrendering into the whims of the man before you, letting him have his way with you as long as he kept talking to you like you were the most treasured thing in his world.

need pulses through his length as it presses up against your core, begging to be free from its confines. his hips stutter up, chasing the sensation, craving it in ways he can only feel when he’s under your spell. it’s not enough, he needs more. as if you could read his mind, you start to slowly grind against his length, the thin underwear you had on left nothing to his imagination, he could feel how wet you were for him already.

large palms slide up over your chest, fingers trailing over the flimsy fabric that covered them, easily yanking down your dress, letting it pool around your waist. he continues onward, kissing back down your neck and over your collarbones – making sure to coat you in his sake infused saliva.

it only gave him an idea when he finally reached your breasts, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, groaning with satisfaction as he satiated his oral fixation for a moment. eye flashing over to the sake bottle he had put down earlier. one hand pushes down on your hip so you can control your pace, the other reaches for it, clasping around it and bringing it towards you.

“you made a mess earlier.” he says lowly, tongue poking out to trace along the edges your perked bud. “told you i was going to return the favor.”

the chill of sake runs over your skin, trailing down your neck to your chest, following the heated trail that zoro had set before it. his tongue easily chases upward, lapping up every drop before it could splash down to your waist and stain your pretty dress. 

“zoro!” you gasp out, fingers quickly finding purchase in his hair as his mouth returns to your breasts. “it’s cold.”

“yeah?” he takes a swig from the bottle before bringing it up to your lips so you can steal a sip. the liquid runs down your throat, his eye trained on the way it constricts when you swallow. “what do you want me to do about it?”

the question was a statement in disguise, another way for him to challenge you. but your resolve was weak, need bubbling up and spilling over your whole body in a tremor. zoro only grows impatient, missing the friction of you moving along his body. his hands grip your waist again, encouraging you to keep going.

“c’mon.” you tug on his shoulders, trying to bring him even closer. but it wasn’t enough – wasn’t going to be enough until he was deep inside of you, giving you exactly what you needed right now. he knew by the whine in your voice what you wanted, but he had enough of your teasing for the night. it was time for you to grovel, to play the fool begging for his touch, prey caught in the claws of its predator.

“what?” zoro asks, hands running up behind your back. he was too good at playing stupid sometimes, coming off as a brute who didn't know how to read people when in fact it was the exact opposite. weeks of getting to know you intimately burned into his mind, studying your reactions when he’d touch you in a certain way, kiss you a certain way. all of it stored behind the steely gaze he sets on the world. “you didn’t answer my question.”

everything in you screams not to fall into his trap, to feed into the game you’ve been playing all day. but your resolve was cracking down the middle with each passing moment, and you knew his had to be too.

zoro slips off his bottoms as you eagerly brush his opened robe off his shoulders, palms gliding over his taut muscles that ripple under your touch, shuddering at the soothing sensation. the dress remains pooled at your hips but zoro easily rids you of your panties, fingers pressing against your slick folds.

but two can play that game. you reach for his cock, watching droplets of precum pool at the top before rubbing it along his tip. he jerks into your hand with a strangled moan of your name, finger slipping into you in the process. you gasp out at the welcomed intrusion, hips moving on their own accord as you seek more friction.

slowly pumping your fist over his cock, you don’t break eye contact with him. he adds another finger, the sound of your sopping cunt filling the room. zoro presses his lips against yours before you twist your wrist the way he likes it — mouth hanging open as he lets out a guttural groan.

you push him back so he’s flush against the wall, sliding yourself so you're seated over his cock, arousal coating his length. you both groan at the contact, so close to what you both desire but still not close enough – neither ready to fully cave in yet, secretly begging the other to make the first move.

but you know his weakness, pressing a kiss along his jaw, moving up until your nose lightly brushes against his earrings, working your hips back and forth to make sure his cock was fully saturated in your essence.

zoro was squirming beneath you, his grip on your hips so tight you're sure it’ll bruise tomorrow, but it’s all worth it if you get him to crack. groans dripping from his lips sweeter than anything you’ve ever heard before.

“that all you got?” he rasps out, not knowing how much he’ll come to regret those words. you just give him one of your saccharine smiles. the man may have never been a fan of sweets but he’d fall for that grin anytime, absolutely mystified at how easy it is for him to fall under your spell.

“see that?” you tease, rubbing your slick folds over his cock head. he couldn’t help but thrust a bit, the sensation too overwhelming. “watch closely, watch your cock disappear.”

“you a magician now or —.” zoro starts, cutting himself off with a loud groan as you slowly slid down into him and sure enough, his cock started to disappear in you. 

“feel good?” your palms spread across his chests, fingers barely brushing along his nipple that has him arching his back slightly — the sensitivity rippling through him.

he ignores you, trying to thrust his hips up, gain friction, do something to chase the feeling that was currently simmering just beyond his grasp.

“no, if you want this then we’re gonna do it my way.” zoro's cock is fully seated in you, but you haven’t let him move yet. you weren’t planning on it either. “you don’t get to make the rules.”

“shut up.” he barks, trying to wiggle free so he can pound into you like his instincts are begging him to. you can tell he’s frustrated, his pride nipping at him. he doesn’t lack the strength to flip you but he still hasn’t made his move yet.

“what do you want zoro?” you tease, digging your nails into his torso and lightly dragging them all the way down before pressing them into his hip. he hissed at the sting, hips stuttering as it chases friction. “you need to learn how to use your words.”

zoro doesn’t like that, finally lifting you off of him and pivoting you around so your knees are on the bench, hands gripping the back of them as you’re finally able to look out the window. 

the moon was hung up just where you thought it would be, but the moment was short lived, a small but stern tap on your ass brought you back to what was at stake.

“fuck that,” he growls in your ear, biting against the lobe before standing up straight and pulling his hips back so his tip is prodding your entrance once again. the loss was monumental and now you were the one squirming for more. “now look at who the desperate one is.”

“so you admit you were desperate for me?” your breathless laugh turns into a moan as his cock runs along your folds, collecting more of your essence, dragging it all out even more than before.

“never said that.” he grumbled, lining himself up at your entrance once again, ready to sink back into you and give into his carnal desires. he just needs to hear you ask for it first.

zoro holds his breath as he watches your body shiver in anticipation before pushing in, not giving you anymore that just a taste.

he pulls back out, watching as his tip glistens with your essence.

“zoro.” you clench your jaw, nails digging into the bench. the world stops for a moment as it waits for your call, the one that will finally give you what you want. one word, six letters. “please.”

he lets out a breathy chuckle, sinks all the way inside of you, bottoming out even deeper than before, moaning in unison. the swordsman doesn’t waste another second before slamming back into you, setting a steady pace as all inhibitions cast away.

“you’re so fucking stubborn.” he grits out, each word paired with a deep thrust. “you know that?”

“me?” you gasp out, walls fluttering around him, clenching against him so tightly. “you’re the stubborn one.”

zoro just grunts out, gripping onto your hips as he chases his end. all day you’ve been teasing him — the lingering touches on his shoulders, the soft, breathy giggles you’d let out by his ear, chills coating his skin.

and now he finally has you where he wants you, under him and taking him like the good girl you are.

his fingers dance along your clit, electricity rushing throughout your body, running along each of your nerves before bursting at the ends. 

zoro couldn’t stop pounding into you, his cock pulsing with desire, anchoring his hands on your hips and using it to guide you back to him.  

“yeah, just like that.” zoro groaned out, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he watches you begin to take over, fucking yourself back onto his cock. the sight of your cunt enveloping his cock will never fail to make his head spin. 

“close—“ it’s the only word you can spit out right now, letting him know you’re almost there, right at the edge. the side of your face is firmly pressed onto the bench while zoro's pace never lets up. in fact, you think you can feel him go faster — deeper.

“go ahead and let go for me then.” one of his arms snakes around your waist, pulling you up so your back is flush against his back. the shift brought you over the edge, throwing your head back against him as you let out a moan of his name. “good girl, good fucking girl.”

as you come down, he speeds up, chasing the release he’s been staving off. after a few more precise strokes, he shoves himself as deeply as possible, filling you up with a low grunt of your name.

you fall limp against him, head resting on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath. zoro wasn’t fairing much better, you could feel the unsteady rise and fall of his chest, heart hammering against your back. 

he slowly sets you down, legs shaking as soon as you touch down, leaning onto him to keep you steady — a job he’d do time after time, pride swelling in his chest everytime.

zoro wasn’t always the best with words after the two of you finished, instead he found unspoken reassurance easier. his large hand cradles your face, a soft expression coating his features as he searches your eyes.

he could read you fairly easily, know when something was amiss. his shoulders sag as he finds only adoration in your eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“pretty baby.” the words so hushed you almost miss it, heat flushing to your cheeks at the soft praise. the two of you stand in each other's arms for awhile, your head opting to rest on his chest while you simmer down.

“we should probably head back down.” you sigh, breaking the silence, knowing it’s only a matter of time before luffy starts looking for you guys. you quickly slip the straps to your dress back over your shoulders.

zoro nods, but his gaze was set on your thighs, watching your mixed cum slowly drip down between them, the substance glistening in the moonlight. his cheeks were dusted red, mouth hanging open as he takes in the sight.

“or.” he says, fingers catching the mixture before sliding it back up into its proper place. you gasp as he shoves it back in, attention now set on you. “we could stay up here a little longer. we still have that bottle to finish and i’m definitely not done with you yet.”

thank you for reading :3

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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?! Pt.2

preview: You called him your boyfriend? Why would you do that? Draken isn't sure he's cut out to be the boyfriend to Takemichi's precious little sister...

ft. Ken "Draken" Ryuuguji x fem!reader

wc. 9kish... help 🫠🤪😰😵‍💫🥴🤡

W. NFSW 18+ MINORS DNI, age gap (Draken is in his late 20’s and owns the bike shop, reader is in their early 20’s in university), fem reader (takemichi’s little sister), crybaby/bimbo reader, angsty in the middle, Draken is very insecure of his ability to be in a relationship, slight exhibitionism (Draken fucks you while on call), multiple cream pies, messy make-outs, oral (m!receiving), mating press, squirting, lots of praise, aftercare, lots of pet names, it gets soft and passionate at the end 🥹🥹

an. The long-awaited part 2 of “Who’s Little Sister.” I put my heart, soul, and pussy into this piece. I think it's my favourite thing I've ever written in all honesty, it very much encapsulates how I think Draken’s and I’s relationship would start. God, I love him so much. It’s also the first time I've written anything remotely angsty though, and I can’t tell if it's lame or not LMFAO. Please, let me know what you think. I'm so very happy to be reposting this piece on this blog to share with yall, it’s literally so important to me <33 and I’m so so happy this is the fic that is bringing back my writing spark! Part 3 will hopefully be even better than this 🙏🏼🤭 Constructive feedback, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 

extra note: Listen to “Nothings gonna hurt you baby.” By Cigarettes After Sex during the last scene. It’s Kenny’s and I’s selfship song and help inspired me for the ending <33

tagging: @enchantedforest-network @eveningatthemoviesnetwork and @shoyosdoll bc you've been such a supporter of this fic hehe <33 i hope you love part 2 as much as part 1 <33

“Draken-Kun, are you coming tonight?” 

There was silence on Draken’s end of the phone as all the other males on-call waited for a response. Mikey was the first one to say something back, annoyance clear in his tone as he spoke directly into the receiver, making his voice sound much louder than necessary. 

“Oi, Ken-Chin, get off the phone if you’re just gonna ignore us.” 

“Sorry–” Draken finally responded, his voice seeming just a bit more… strained than usual. Not enough for the boys to notice until he grunted softly, what seemed to be creaking or something muffled in the background of his audio call. 

“You good, dude?” Mitsuya piped up, his own voice a little muffled due to a sewing needle between his lips but nothing like Draken’s. 

“Oh yea, fuckin peachy–” Draken breathed in response, his huff coming out as a soft laugh when a bit of sweat started to roll down his temple. 

If he was being honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to the call, how could he, when you, Takemichi’s precious little sister was underneath him, sprawled out and trembled as his cock drilled into you at a steady pace. You were biting down on your bottom lip so hard, Draken swore that blood would free itself soon from the delicate flesh, your eyes screwed shut as your pretty chest bounced with each thrust of his hips. You were trying so hard for him to be quiet, just like he instructed as soon as he picked up the phone. The attempt was adorable, considering how vocal you usually were for him. 

But Draken was twisted, he knew that deep down, so he just couldn’t help himself when he angled his hips just right so his cock head would jab right into that gummy sweet spot within your walls. You yelped, pleasure shooting up your spine, only for the sound to be cut off by the smack of Draken’s free palm clamping over your mouth. 

“Who has a girl over~?” Baji piped up, suddenly very much interested in the conversation. Draken laughed shallowly into his receiver, his hand tightening up along your jaw as he continued to ram into the spot that made you see stars. You couldn’t even control your babbles when he did this, an endless stream of whimpers and sobs being muffled into his palm as you held onto his wrist for dear life. 

“Gotta go, Text me what time I needa be there–” Draken didn’t wait for a response from his friends. Instead, he hung up quickly, abandoning the device somewhere on the bed. When he released the hold on your mouth you whined at him, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. 

“K-Kenny, Kenny please– Please–!” 

“So fuckin loud pretty, all the damn time,” Draken says it with a grin, easily manhandling your thighs over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper. He presses a kiss to your ankle, right beside the anklet he bought you as your pussy flutters so desperately around his cock. 

“O-Oh! Please, Ken–!”

“Please what?” Draken grunts, his hips slapping up against yours ruthlessly now as his release comes dangerously close. He knew you weren’t far behind. Had learned your signs very early on. Your toes would curl, your eyes would get foggy, chest stuttering. Your pussy would milk him so tight and leave rings of arousal on his cock. 

And he loved every second of it. 

“Wanna cum, needa cum again–!” you pleaded with him, nails digging into the muscles of his flexing biceps. He nodded in agreement, his own voice becoming hoarse due to the sheer squeeze of your pussy. Although his pace started to get sloppy he still fucked into you, one hand slithering between your sweaty bodies in order to massage ruthlessly at your clit. 

“Go on then, cum, make a fuckin mess f’me gorgeous.” He breathes, licking his lips when you throw your head back with a cry. The mess you make on his cock is breathtaking, arousal squirting from your used hole and dousing his hand, wrist and abs. He swears under his breath at the borderline painful grip your pussy has on his cock when you finish, one final thrust allowing him to spill ropes of cum right up against your cervix. 

Draken’s trembling when he falls onto his elbows over you, his breath coming out a bit shaky as his cock still twitches within your walls in the aftermath of both of your highs. He starts pressing wet, opened-mouthed kisses along your neck and face to help you come too, a soft chuckle leaving his lips when you whine softly. 

“You okay baby?” His voice is a whisper, and as the energy slowly comes back to you he smooths his palm over your cheek, thumb swiping under your eye to pick up leftover tears. You nod, one of your trembly hands lazily dragging through his black locks of hair. “Mhm, m’good, Kenny. Help me sit up?” He does, one big palm on the back of your neck to help you to sit up against the headboard. 

He presses a smooch to your lips before easing himself out of you, both of you wincing softly from the loss of contact. It’s only when he pulls out completely and his softening cock falls against his thigh that he realises just how big of a mess the two of you made of yourself and the sheets. It makes him swell with pride, a grin slowly curling on his lips. 

You’ve come a long way, from the sweet girl who was just learning to cream on his cock to the messes you’ve made on his bed on the daily. 

“M’gunna get a cloth.” He says, handing you a glass of water and your phone as soon as he stands to keep you occupied. His muscles are still a bit tingly as he stands, arms stretching up and above his head as he heads towards the bathroom. 

“Nice butt!” You call out, making him snort softly as he stands before the bathroom mirror. He can’t help but admire the marks you’ve littered across his neck and chest, the cute little bruises reminding him of the shape of your puckered lips. He then examines the nail marks you’ve left along his forearms and shoulders, some of the red pathways breaking in the middle to show little droplets of blood. Lastly, he sighs dreamily at the sheen of your arousal that coats his pelvis, a ring of white still layered at his base. 

Man knew he was in heaven. 

When he came back to the bedroom after tidying himself a bit, as well as with a cloth in hand you were on the phone with someone, giggling into the receiver and looking up at Draken with a playful glint in your eye. 

“I’ll actually meet with you later, m’with my boyfriend right now~” Despite the way your giggling increased and you squealed to your friend about how you’ve mentioned him before with such excitement, Draken was anything but that. 

His chest tightened up, crease forming between his brow. Boyfriend? When did that become his title? 

“Kennnnnny~” You snapped him out of his thoughts, though his brows stayed furrowed. “Hurry! The mess is only getting bigger over here.”

One hand was planted on the mattress as he gently wiped the dampened towel over your pussy and thighs, your hand coming to cover his, making him pause in your tracks. “Shouldn’t scowl so much, handsome.” You murmur it gently, thumb gently smoothing between his brows in an attempt to fix the crinkles there. “You’ll get wrinkles~”

“You called me your boyfriend–” His voice was blunt, which took you by slight surprise. A little pout formed on your swollen lower lip as you subconsciously squeezed at his wrist. 

“Well, yea–”

“We haven’t talked about that.” He was still being blunt as ever, so much so it almost startled you, made you feel much smaller under him as he sat up on his hunched, throwing the soiled cloth into the laundry bin. 

“I-I know…” You simply muttered, chest started to feel tight as you watched just how serious his face had become. He was tugging his strands of black hair into a low bun when you sat up a bit more, fingers gently brushing over his chest. “But I just thought, thought that we were together…”

And it wasn’t wrong for you to think that way. Ever since that first night at Draken’s apartment the two of you had been secretly hanging out. You went out to restaurants, and the local arcade took his bike to the mountainside and watched the sunset. The two of you had bought little things for one another, like the gold anklet that sat pretty on your ankle and the hello kitty keychain that was currently attached to his bike keys. You even made sure to turn off your location so Takemichi couldn’t see just how often you were having sleepovers at Draken’s place. 

You two did the things that couples did together. You two did the things that you saw Takemichi and Hina do on the regular. Dare you even say, you did things with Draken that he and Emma used to do–

Plus, he was fucking you every chance he got. 

“Well, maybe you shoulda thought about talkin to me about it first before you go squealing that I’m your boyfriend.” His tone was harsher than he wanted it to be, a tone he usually used with his friends but never really with you. It had you suck in a soft breath, suddenly feeling very exposed curled up in nothing but his bedsheets. 

“You don’t have to be so mean–” 

“M’not being mean, I’m being realistic. It ain’t cute to just assume I’m your boyfriend when we haven’t talked about anything official.” He was off the bed now, tugging up his boxers. When you didn’t respond he sighed. “We hang out and fuck around, why do we need to be more than–” 

When he turned around again to look you in the eye his own voice caught in his throat. Your eyes had gotten wide, a glossy layer of tears hiding the usual beautiful shine your gaze held. Your lower lip was trembling softly, fingers clutching onto the covers so tightly he noticed how your knuckles turned white. 

“Hey–” 

“M’gunna go.” You interrupted, the crack in your tone only making his heart plummet harder in his chest. As you got to your feet, his blanket securely wrapped around you he grabbed both your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’t be like that (Y/N), you don’t even have a ride–” 

“Gunna call Michi.” You slipped out of his grasp by tucking yourself out from under his hands, bending to grab at your clothes scattered across the ground. 

“Like hell you are. We’re not telling him about us, remember what happened last time?” Draken could still hear the boy's ruthless comments after that first night, the crack of Baji’s fist against his jaw– 

“Don’t care, wanna go home.” Your muttering had gotten softer, ready to slip into the bathroom and shut the door right in his face. 

“Would you stop being such a brat?” Draken grabbed at your arm this time, tugging it back towards him. He himself hadn’t expected it to be so forceful, the little squeak you released and the falling of tears instantly making him let go of you. You both stared at each other a little shocked, Draken’s breath froze in his throat and his fingertips went a bit cold as you looked at him. 

Teary-eyed, shrunken in. Scared. Were you scared of him? 

Without a word, you finally went into the bathroom, and it was only then that Draken let out his frustrated breath, cheeks feeling hot as he clenched his fists up at his sides. Fuck, what the fuck was happening right now. He hated this nonsense, hated just how frustrated he felt, hated that look on your face, hated that he couldn’t even really understand what emotions were running through his head. 

Why was he mad anyway? Why was any of this really a big deal? 

He used his own phone to call you a cab, knowing you wouldn’t actually call Takemichi to pick you up. You had also gotten an ear full after getting caught, and as much as you trusted your brother, the last thing you needed right now was a lecture. You stayed locked in the bathroom until Draken gave the wood a gentle knock with his knuckles. 

“Cabs here…” He murmured. You didn’t look at him when you walked out, eyes bloodshot and downcast and when slipped past him fully clothed. He watched from the ledge of his bed, jaw set rigid as you so casually adjusted your bag over your shoulder, now a little overfilled with the stuff you had started to accumulate in his bathroom. Something slipped from your fingertips onto his kitchen counter before you made a beeline for the door, Draken only getting up when it closed firmly behind you. 

He approached slowly, that odd feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach seeming to grow, expanding into his chest as he noticed the subtle twinkle on the countertop. It was the anklet he bought you, dainty, gold, shiny, his initials hanging from the small tag. 

“Fuck—!“ His emotions boiled over into anger, face red when his fist connected with the drywall. A crack formed in the white fall, his knuckles taking on a deep purple almost instantly as he pulled his clenched fist back to his side. Instead, he let his forehead rest in the dent he just made, thoughts spiralling, making his heart pound in his chest. 

Had he really just done that? Made a big deal over nothing? Put his hands on you? And for what? 

You called him your boyfriend… was that really… so wrong? 

Was he really so set on “not being a sister fucker”, did he really care so much about what the boys thought, what people said about him, that he was willing to let you go? 

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed leaned up against the wall like that, thoughts running wildly through his mind, making it pound. Eventually, when his eyes started to get sore, narrowing down in an attempt to hold back unwanted angry tears he moved back to his room to plop himself down into bed. And he didn’t get up for the rest of the evening. 

It had been a week. 

One whole week since you had left Draken’s apartment, and the two of you had not spoken since. Day three was when Draken caved and texted you, considering you had turned your location off for him so he couldn’t check up on you from time to time. 

“Are you okay? Please, we need to talk.” 

Radio silence. The message was left unread by you. He even sent another the day after, just a quick message but a little more firm than the last. 

“Don’t shut me out like this.” 

And still, nothing. It was killing Draken from the inside out. Each day that passed made him more anxious than the last. Were you okay? Did you hate him now? Were you crying to your brother? Draken couldn’t ask Takemichi about you, cause he didn’t even know you two were a thing in the first place. But every time he saw his black-haired friend his heart would stutter, tightening up in his chest. 

You laughed just like he did. Were you laughing right now? 

Draken had a bad habit of letting things like this consume him. Almost everything seemed to remind him of you or something the two of you had done and it was driving him a little crazy. And all because you had called him your boyfriend. 

All because Draken was afraid to commit to someone again despite his need to do so. All of his friends always thought he was so mature, and yet here he was, working through feelings that were staring him right in the face like some teenage boy. 

He kept his headphones in at the shop, his body hunched slightly on the stool he set up beside the bike he was currently repairing. The music was loud, drowning out not only the background noise but his thoughts that seem to repeat themselves over and over. His brows were slightly furrowed when he lifted from the busted engine only a moment, just enough to wipe away excess sweat that built up on his brow. 

That’s when he caught a glimpse of you. It made his heart pause mid-beat, breath hitching in his throat. He caught the last bits of you as you rounded the corner that led up the stairs, probably in search of Takemichi But that didn’t matter. 

Draken found himself scurrying from his seat, the stool skidding from under him as he was quick to follow suit. With long strides, he made it to the stairs and there you were, hand on the railing, one of those cute little skirts he loved hugging your waist just right. He called out to you, twice actually, quickly pulling his headphones from his ears when you actually turned to look at him. 

“Hey–” 

“I won’t be long.” You simply responded, voice sounding much too sad for Draken’s liking. He noticed how your hand tensed up on the railing when he approached and it made him frown. “I’m just grabbing something for Michi–”

“I wanna talk to you.” He took another step, a tentative one. He hated how your eyes were already getting a little glassy. “Let’s just talk, sweetheart.”

“Don’t wanna talk, Ken.” There was that familiar shake in your tone, the one he had become very aware of. You were just like your brother in so many ways.

His sweet little crybaby. 

“C’mere…” He was on the step right in front of you now, the levelling allowing him to lean down just a bit so his face could be close to yours. You took your time meeting his gaze, fingers now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. “It’s okay baby…” 

“You–” He could tell you were trying to gather your bearings, trying so desperately not to crumble and let the tears fall that were already sitting in your lashes. He was patient with you, scared that if he went in too strong you’d just run off from him again. You sucked in a shaky breath before continuing. “You really hurt me, Draken.” 

He could have hissed, chest getting a little tight. He hated the way that nickname sounded coming from you. 

“I know, I know little love and–” 

“Do you not wanna be my boyfriend? I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you–”

“Then be my boyfriend.” It had been a bit more firm than he expected, your brows set and a little pout on your lips after you spoke it. Had things been a little different, he would have told you just how proud he was of you for standing your ground like that. 

“It’s not, it's just not that simple.” It was his turn to think his words over, lips catching between his teeth as those doubtful thoughts started returning to him. He was right, wasn’t he? It wasn’t that simple because– 

“Why not?” You were being blunt again, words bordering on angry as you sniffled. The first few tears finally fell and Draken wanted nothing more than to wipe them away. 

“Well to start, there’s your brother–” 

“I don’t care what Michi thinks!” You groaned it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wanna be with you, Ken–” 

“But–” He really hated that he couldn’t seem to find the right words. 

“What are you so afraid of?”  

That really made Draken stop, eyes widening just a bit as he looked back into your teary ones. Your chest was heaving a bit as the silence sat heavily between the two of you. Draken blinked, once, twice, brain reeling over this one simple question. 

Draken had been in many fights, grew up in a brothel, seen blood and gore and sex and a lot of things people shouldn’t see. He wasn’t scared any of those times. So, why now? Why was he so scared now as he looked into your eyes that were basically pleading with him for an answer. 

“I–” His words were shaky, and finally broke the intense gaze the two of you were sharing as he looked down. “I dunno.” 

There was another beat of silence before you continued up the staircase. Draken only looked up when he knew you were at the top, far enough away from him that he didn’t have to feel like your gaze was piercing him. He wished that he didn’t look though, wished that he hadn’t seen that sad smile on your lips. 

He never wanted to see that ever again, not on you. 

“I hope I’ll still be around when you figure it out.” 

Drake wasn’t sure how much time had passed now since he had seen you. The first few days he refused to even think about that interaction on the stairs. That sad smile of yours easily pulls his heart apart and thinking back on it only made him more and more pissed at himself. 

So instead of thinking of you, he filled his time with work. He found himself opening and closing the shop, despite Inui trying to make him go back to their balanced schedule. He took on more projects, burying himself under the weight of grease and bolts instead of dealing with the weight that now sat in his chest.

You hadn’t come back to the shop yet either, he had a feeling you’d never come back. 

What got Draken out of work early one night was a call from Mitsuya. He called twice before Draken reluctantly picked up the phone, the annoyance clear in his tone as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. 

“Ya know m’working–” 

“Well, you sound just delighted to hear from me~” Mitsuya hummed, chuckling when he heard Draken’s grunt from the other end of the phone. Mitsuya was organising threads by colour when he spoke. “Come over tonight?” 

“I don’t feel like partying,” Draken answered back right away. What he meant though was that he didn’t wanna go in case Takemichi was there because then he would only remind him of– 

“It’s not gonna be a party doofus, it’ll just be us two.” Draken made a look of disgust, more so at the insult than anything else. “Just come.” 

“I have shit to do here–” He was trying his best to get out of this, but if anyone could see through Draken’s bullshit, it was Mitsuya. 

“You’ve locked yourself in that damn shop for the past week, I know you can make a little time to go out. Let Inui close tonight.”

“Nah, it’s my night.” It wasn’t.

“Bet you haven’t even showered.” 

“Oh fuck off–” Draken grunted, sniffing himself only because Mitsuya wasn’t there to give him the side-eye. He scowled softly to himself when the scent he picked up coming from his overalls was far from pleasant. “Will you quit nagging me if I come, mom?” 

“Absolutely buddy.” Mitsuya was chuckling softly, rolling in his chair to pull back up to his sewing table. “See you at 7, doofus.” 

Draken wasn’t given the opportunity to snap back with something clever, the phone went dead right away. With a huff Draken resultantly found himself putting his tools away, tucking his overused workbench in its proper corner so he could head off to Mistuya’s. 

But not without a shower first. 

Draken’s hair was still damp when he headed for Mitsuya’s place. With how fast Draken sped his bike down the freeway, it only took about ten minutes tops. Draken lugged a case of beer with him up to the familiar walkway that belonged to Mitsuya’s townhouse. When he opened the door he still had his work glasses on, a lazy grin tugging on his features when he was met with the sight of Draken’s scowling face. 

“Would you look at that, he showered.”

Draken just rolled his eyes, nudging past Mitsuya and making himself at home. The two found themselves quickly situated on the couch, spread out on each end and open beers on coasters. Mitsuya had pulled out his old N64, so the two were currently in a round of Mario kart. The silence had been comfortable between the two, as it usually was until Mitsuay finally decided to speak up. 

“So, what's got you fucked up?” 

“What?” Draken said with a short laugh, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen. 

“You only get all solitary like this when something is really bothering you, so–” 

“Nothin’s up, m’good.” Draken simply grunted, which quickly turned into a scowl when Mitusya passed him for first place in the game. “Quit distracting me.” 

“Is it Takemichi’s little sister?”

Draken almost choked on his beer, finally looking away from the screen to look at Mitsuya who was still calm as ever. Only after he passed the finish line did he meet Draken’s gaze, one brow lifted up. 

“What about her?” 

“You were seeing her–” 

“I was not.” 

Now it was Mitsuya’s turn to laugh, a hearty one too that only made Draken’s brows furrow further. He pulled his glasses from his face, sighing out as he shook his head. 

“You think you’re so hard to read, but you’re not.” Mitsuya kept talking before Draken could bark at him. “I know you kept seeing her after that night.” 

“Okay, so?” Draken wasn’t sure why he was getting so defensive, maybe it was because it pissed him off that Mitsuya knew him better than he knew himself. 

“So, did you two break up?”

“We were never together.” Draken simply stated, going to start another round of Mario kart. But as soon as the words left his lips he hated the way they sounded, and now that they were out there, floating around his head it made him grip his controller a little tighter. 

“Oh, you weren’t?” Mitsuya said, that dumb smile of his making Draken shake his head, grit his teeth even. It was Mitsuya’s turn to scoff, tipping his beer back to polish it off. “You are such a fuckin doofus dude.” 

“Watch your mouth man–” 

“Why are ya doing this to yourself?” Draken sucked in a little breath. The silence hung in the air between them a little and Mitsuya rolled his eyes when he saw how Draken’s head tipped slightly to the side in confusion. He continued as he opened up another beer. “Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? You can do commitment, you’ve done it before.” 

Draken felt a little frozen in place, eyes unfocused as he tried to process what Mitsuya had so obviously laid out for him. His heart started to pick up in his chest as he really thought it over, well at least tried to. “Yea, I did it before and look what happened.” 

Flashes of his relationship with Emma were impossible to ignore. How things went from wonderful to terrible so quickly. How the two of them became each other's world so fast for it all to crash and burn. The fighting, the lies, how he was so scared after he lost her but to also lose everyone he loved. His found family was all he had, and if they had decided to up and leave– 

“Sure, it was a bad breakup,” Mitsuya spoke with a simple shrug of his shoulders, looking at Draken’s pained face over the lip of his bottle. “But it didn’t stay bad, did it?” 

“Guess not…” Draken murmured. It didn’t. He didn’t lose his best friends, he didn’t even really lose Emma. After time apart and some growing up, the two had gone back to speaking terms. 

“So, let yourself be happy, dude.” 

“But she’s another little sister–” 

“Yea you have a type.” Mitsuya couldn’t help but laugh, especially after Draken sent his controller flying at him. Mitsuya thankfully caught it, holding a hand up in defence. “Relax! I’m joking… The boys are gonna bug you about it, but Draken, who the fuck cares.” 

Draken slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to really think it all over. He had never been the type to care so much about what others thought about him. He was letting himself get in his head for something that was already over and done with. Rubbing his hand over his forehead, he picked up another beer, shaking his head as he twisted the top off to chug some of it down. 

“I hate you, you know that?” He mumbled to Mitsuya, which only made him laugh out loud in response. He clinked his bottle up against Draken’s. 

“Love you too buddy. You should really make up with her.” Draken eyed Mitsuya over the lip of his beer. “I assume you said some dumb guy shit to her.” 

Draken pouted, mumbling something along the lines of “maybe I did” before he took another drink. Looking down the stem of the bottle Draken sighed softly, thinking of that sad smile on your face. It made him scoff at himself. “I just– I’m not sure I’ll be able to treat her right, as her boyfriend.” 

“Well, she’s stuck around this long, hasn’t she?” Mitsuya started to set up another game of Mario Kart for the two of them as Draken nodded slowly. “I’m sure if she didn’t think you’d treat her right, she woulda left.” 

Those couple words were left lingering in Draken’s head the rest of the evening. Mitsuya didn’t bring it up again, and Draken didn’t dare to. But as he started to pass out on his friend's couch, he had one too many beers to be driving himself home, he really thought over what Mitsuya had said. What he knew was right. 

I’m sure if she didn’t think you'd treat her right, she woulda left. 

Draken chuckled softly to himself, his palm coming up to slap him right on the forehead. The sting made him hiss to himself, but it's what he deserved. He’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes he wished his brain worked the way Mitsuya’s did. 

“I’m such an idiot.” He spoke, and it was Mitsuya sleepy agreeing with him on the couch beside him that had him laughing all over again. 

He knew you’d be finishing classes up on campus right now, had picked you up and dropped you off many times before to know that you’d be coming out of the big college building any minute now. He parked right out front, his hands dug deep into his pockets as he watched the door. His eyes scanned over many faces, all different kinds, all of them filtering through, onyx gaze trying to lock onto– 

You. 

You were in the middle of giggling, those familiar wrinkles showing up around the corners of your eyes, your pretty manicured nails holding the books you had tighter to your chest. The image made him smile fondly, lips upturned just a little when the two of you finally made eye contact. 

He was more than grateful that you returned the small smile. The darkest parts of him had conceived him; you'd simply walk right by him, or even turn around in the opposite direction. But instead, you excused yourself from your friends, who all couldn’t help but side-eye the older, imitating dude leaning on a motorcycle, dragon tattoo on full display with his hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. As you approach he speaks, unable to keep his eyes off your own. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi, Ken.” Just the way you say his name makes his heart flutter a little. He moves to the side, opening up the small compartment on his bike that’ll allow you to put your books inside. 

“Come with me?” He asks, and the momentary silence makes him feel more nervous than he had in a long time. You could say no, he could have taken too long. You could have already slipped right out of his fingertips and it would be all his fault– 

“Okay.” You simply reply, and your smile doesn’t falter. It stays as you tuck your books away, as he places his helmet on your bread and helps you adjust the straps. You in front of him on the bike just as you had on that first night he picked you up. His hands easily swallowed yours on the handlebars, and before you knew it the two of you were speeding off towards his place. You knew that because the route had become too familiar after the many times he’d whisked you away after school. Your heart was beating fast in your chest like it normally did when you rode on Draken’s bike. It filled you with a type of adrenaline you hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. 

That and the fact that his hands seemed to be holding yours tighter than usual. 

After a couple of sharp turns and uphill roads, you two made it to Draken’s apartment. He gave you your space as you two headed to his room a couple of floors up, his heart seeming to be in his throat. He needed to relax, he knew exactly what he had to say to you, knew what he had to do, and yet as he fiddled with his keys a bit to find the right one that opened his apartment, the familiar scent of your perfume was making his brain a little foggy. 

It was the warmth of your fingers that shook him from whatever haze he was in, the tips of his ears feeling a bit hot as your fingers easily tugged the right key, helped him slip it into the lock. “It’s this one, Ken.” You say it as if your presence alone isn’t making him weak at the knees. 

He just nodded, allowing you in first. Shoes were slipped off and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen. You stood right in the middle, your arms tucked neatly behind your back, hands clasped. He missed the way you used to make yourself at home, grabbing something from his fridge or sprawling out on his couch. 

He wanted you to be that comfortable again. 

“I really needed to see you.” He started, his voice a little hesitant. He cleared his throat, fingers once again in his pockets. He looked everywhere but at you, despite the way he felt your gentle gaze burning into him. “I needed, I just–” He huffed. “I really fucked up–” 

There was your familiar warmth again, but instead, you were grabbing at one of his hands. So easily your fingers threaded into his, and suddenly the weight in his tummy didn’t feel all that heavy as he looked down at you, those wide pretty eyes he had missed so fucking much. “You did kinda fuck up–” You murmur, which makes him huff again, this time with a hint of laughter behind it. “I know I did. I know.”

He pulled you in a little closer, and he was so very grateful that you weren't resistant. In fact, you melted into his chest, your face finding that familiar comfortable spot against his peck, cheek pressed up against where you felt his heartbeat, which was currently pounding in his chest. He sucks in another breath, one hand coming to gently pet your head. “I’m sorry, I’m real sorry sweetheart…” He feels the way you start to tremble and it eats at him, brows furrowing up. “Please, don’t babygirl, m’tryna apologise to you–” 

“Don’t be dumb like that ever again Ken.” Your voice waves and he knows you’re about to cry, but he doesn't stop you from speaking, if anything, your shaky words only make him hold you tighter, a fond smile coming to his lips. “Don’t leave me like that again!” Your voice cracks and Ken has to chuckle under his breath, but there's no bite to his laughter, only fondness. “Next time, just talk to me. I-I know I’m younger and inexperienced b-but I know what I want and that's you–” 

That's when he finally stops you, one big palm cupping your cheek. He tilts your head up, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone before he's pressing a smooch to your lips. You both seem to relax against the embrace, and when he feels a salty tear hit his thumb he swipes it away, lips parting from your just enough so he can murmur against them. 

“I know, lil love. I know.” When your lower lip trembles a bit a smile breaks out on his lips. One that makes the corner of his lips twitch, little wrinkles showing up around his eyes. His hands cup your neck so gently, thumbs pressing up against the underside of your jaw. He murmurs again, this time his words slurred along with your breathy, soft whimper. “I want you too…” 

This time the kiss is desperate, needy. Your fingers turn white at the knuckles when you grip at his shirt, lips moulding against his own. Draken’s tongue is impatient, slithering into your open mouth and reexploring the warm cavern that is your mouth. He huffs when your chest presses flush to him, and with ease his big hands cup your thighs, scooping you into his embrace. Your legs cling to his waist without a thought, the giddy giggle bubbling from your lips and against his own making a bit of blush rise on his cheeks. 

Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet sound. 

Draken tries not to trip over himself as he carries you off to his bedroom, his back hitting up against the door at the same time your teeth playfully tug at his bottom lip. He drops you down and the bounce of your body has both of you a little too excited, Draken’s shirt easily coming off as he tugs it up over his head. 

“Lemme show you how badly I want you, baby.” His voice has already gotten deeper, and as his big hand comes to cup the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss he’s a bit surprised when both your palms press against his chest, pushing him away an inch.

Surprised and panicked. Was he moving too fast, did you think he was just using you in your vulnerable moment? Had he really fucked up so soon again– 

His breath left him in a huff when his back hit the mattress, your body rolling over him. He blinked a few times as you straddled him, palms pressed against his chest and your face heated. He could tell that a flush was working its way up to your cheeks when you looked down at him, your body slowly scooting down from his waist to his hips. 

“No, let me s-show you.” Despite just how nervous you were, Draken could tell by the way you chewed on your lower lip, how your fingers trembled a little, undoing his belt and zipper, his cock still twitched with excitement underneath you an odd sense of pride flowing through him. 

You had come a long way, from the virgin he met all those months ago. He had just been the biggest idiot and here he was, pushing his hair from his face so he could watch how your pretty little hands handled his semi-hard cock with such care. How you looked at him first, batted your lashes when you leaned in and pressed the sweetest of kisses right to his tip. 

“Oh fuck—“ 

Yea, he was never letting you go again, ever. 

You took a deep breath through your nose before taking his tip between your lips, your eyes never leaving his dilated ones. He propped himself up on an elbow, free hand easing the hair away from your face. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever. Wide doe eyes, hand barely wrapped around his fat base, pretty lips suckling away at his tip. 

“You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me pretty girl.” Draken chuckles breathlessly, and the little glint in your eyes tells him you would have smiled had your lips not been preoccupied. He kept his hand gentle on the back of your head as you slowly took more of him, your tongue flattening out against his underside. His head tilted back in a groan at your steady pace, the warmth of your mouth making his skin prickle with pleasure. His fingers curled in your hair just a bit, enough to hold him back from jerking his hips into you, make you gag– 

He’d save it for another time. 

“Atta girl…” He murmured, chest rising and falling a little faster as you gained your rhythm. Your eyes peaked up at him again, before you got back into it, cheeks hollowing as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible. You reached about halfway, which Draken noticed made your brows furrow up. 

“S’okay, we’ve got plenty of time to make it fit, keep going lil love.” He encouraged, and you listened, head continuing to bob faster, sloppier. Draken could feel your drool dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls and it made him shiver. It didn’t help that your ass was up high, practically swaying like an excited little puppy just to be sucking him off. Swearing under his breath a moment as his balls suddenly felt all too tight, he pulled you off his cock, the pornographic pop of your lips making him grunt, you whine. The string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his cock was thick, and when it snapped onto your chin Draken could feel himself getting lightheaded. 

“W-Why did you–” He silenced your whining with another fierce kiss, and without hesitation you were manhandled back into his pillows, flat on your back. He has no problem working your soiled panties off your thighs, deciding to just tuck the extra material of your skirt into the waistband “Felt fucking awesome.” Your panties are tossed right over your shoulder, a cute yelp leaving you when he hauls both your thighs up, over his shoulders. “But I wanna cum in this pretty pussy.” 

From this position your pussy was split wide open for him, your clit poking out and throbbing from under the hood. He sighed, content, pausing his previous actions to lean in, pressing the softest of kisses right up against your clit. 

“My pretty pussy.” His soft touch is gone, replaced with his burning desire to claim you again. A few rubs of his cock against your slicken folds, along with your drool is enough to get his cock wet enough to slip in. His breathing hitches once his head makes it past the tight ring of your muscles, the squeeze vice-like just from the simple intrusion. 

“K-Ken–” 

“Shh, I know.” He coos, hunching over you. With your thighs on his shoulders, his shifting has you in a mating press, a position that all too knew and is making your head spin. Your tummy folds the closer he gets to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your clit while the other intertwines with the hand you had gripping the sheets close to your head. “S’always gonna be a lil tight, isn’t it babygirl.” 

You’re already moaning in a wonton fashion, eyes struggling to stay open as he rocks his cock head in and out, his thumb working at your nub. When your pussy starts fluttering for him he works in a few more inches, needy sounds spilling into each other mouth due to his lips staying inches away from your own. “Gonna take it all f’me? Be my good girl?”  

You nod, and when you look at him again your eyes have that familiar glassy sheen he’s grown to love. He kisses you right under the eye before with one good push his cock is all the way inside. The sound you make is downright sinful, something between a cry and a mewl and it has Draken’s cock twitching within the tightness of your cunt. It makes his vision go a little stary, the growl he releases vibrating through his chest. 

“Good fucking girl.” The slap of his hips into your ass resounds throughout the room, squelching soon coming from between your bodies. In this position his cock nuzzles your sweet spot, seeming to reach down deep, into parts of you that you didn’t even realise existed, and it quickly has you falling apart, babbles freely spilling from your lips, tears wetting your hot cheeks. Draken is quick to kiss them away, his fingers tightening around yours as he puffs hot pants along your face. 

“D-Deep~!” You manage to squeak, and Draken has to crack a grin, his hips suddenly stopping their brutal pace just so he can roll them instead. That had you gasping, drool spilling from your hung lips as you look up at him with a gaze that's already beyond fucked out. “S’real deep baby, s’good though yea?” 

You nod, fresh tears on your lashes. “Only the best for my baby.” He utters, hips switching back and forth between rutting and grinding. He’s convinced you’ve already cum on his cock, the amount of slick bubbling around his shaft and the tightness of your walls are his hints, but he keeps going, needing to fill you up after so long. Despite your cries, he brings his hand back to your clit, his rubs becoming sloppy. He only releases your hand to cup the back of your neck instead, keeping your foreheads pressed together. 

“Eyes on me, lil love.” You do manage to open your teary eyes, meeting his dilated pupils. “Good, good girl.” His body starts to twitch, broad shoulders rippling and his thighs starting to tremble as his own release quickly builds in his gut. “I– fuck. Baby, I love you, pretty–” 

And despite just how dumbed out you were moments before, those words seem to bring some clarity to your eyes. Your fingers tangle into his sweaty hair, gripping it at the roots for your sanity. The pleasant little laugh you let out and breathe against his lips makes his heart jump against his ribcage. 

“I love y-you Ken, love you so much, Kenny–” 

His climax hits him hard, the full-body chill he experiences making goosebumps rise along his spine as he fills you up. The feeling of his warm, thick cum is enough to have you coming undone right along with him, the sensation being yet another new one when liquid seems to gush past your little hole. It makes Draken’s balls tighten up instantly, the warm splash of your arousal onto his fingers that still gently coax pleasure out of your clit. And he can’t help but grin, a boyish grin that quickly turns into a grunt. “Fuck, fuckin squirtin on me, how cute.” 

He doesn’t pull out, he can’t. He needs to be close to you, keep your limp body tucked carefully underneath him. You’re too far in to even notice the mess, your whines and whimpers dwindling down into soft breaths as he turns to his side, keeping you in his chest. His cock slowly softens in your walls, and even then, Draken’s keeps you glued to him as you both come down, tremors and pants still coming over both of you. 

“Sweetheart.” He murmurs, face nuzzling up against your temple. When he gets a whine in return he holds you closer, careful to ease your face away from his chest so he can cover your tear-streaked face in kisses. “You’re okay, my baby…” 

Draken is usually more responsible than this. Then to let you two doze off without a proper clean-up. But feeling your soft heartbeat against his, your fingers still lost in his hair, your lips pressed right up into the crook of his neck and puffing soft air, he just couldn't bring himself to let go. He didn’t want to let go now, or ever. Keeping you here, wrapped in his embrace, he was certain that you’d be there tomorrow morning too, with that beautiful smile he had fallen stupidly, hopelessly, in love with. 

Fuck it. He was taking on the little sister fucker title with pride. 

“Kenny, your hand is sweaty.” You murmur, trying to hold back your laughter when he shoots you a glare, pulling his hand away from you and dramatically rubbing it along his jeans. 

“Fine, just won’t hold your hand, brat” He grumbles, and that sets you over, wrapping your arms around him mid-walk to press small kisses along his collar bones. 

Draken hadn’t felt this nervous ever, in his entire life (this was a lie, he’s just dramatic as ever). The two of you were only steps away from your place, the same place you and Takemichi lived in together. Everyone was there, the entire found family, and you two were now official…

He was getting flashbacks of the group chat, his friend's ruthless behaviour, the way Takemichi hadn’t talked to him for one whole week, and the sweet satisfaction Baji got when he got one free punch to his jaw for Takemichi’s sake. 

“Maybe we can tell them next week, or over a call. Whattya think lil love,” Draken murmured, his face hiding in your hairline. Your sweet laughter sent that familiar warmth through his chest, and one good tug on his hand had him reluctantly walking back towards the house. “You’ll be fine.” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “We’re gonna do it together.” 

When you hopped up onto the front step, Draken’s eyes trailed down to the sweet dangling sound that was the anklet looped around your ankle. The gold one, with his initials, right where it belonged. The sight had him calming a little, brows furrowed in the way they usually did when he became focused. “Right, together.” 

“Michi-nii!” You call out once the two of you enter the house, the sound of music and chatter already filling the front entrance. Draken holds your hand a little tighter as if he had been entering a place he’d never been before. 

“Living room!” Takemichi calls out, surrounded by founding members of toman, each huddled around the kotatsu table that was covered in snacks, beers, and cards. Oddly enough the chatter died down as Takemichi was dealing out for another round, a laugh leaving his lips. 

“You guys gonna take this round seriously–” It was Mikey’s elbow into his ribs that silenced him, a little puff escaping his lungs. He was about to complain when his eyes were brought to what everyone seemed to be staring at. 

And that was you, beaming smile and all, with your hand held tightly by Draken’s, who couldn't seem to make eye contact with anyone. 

“Hi Michi~ Hi everyone! What are ya–” 

“Finally.” Mitsuya was the first to mutter, leaning back further into his spot on the couch. “Chifuyu, you owe me 20 bucks, told you they’d come out today.” 

“No fair!” Chifuyu blurted out, grumbling when he reluctantly pulled bills from his pocket. Pah and Peh were the first to start laughing, clinking their beers together.” 

“Wait, you knew? How?” Mikey questioned Mitsuya, who triumphantly took the money from Chifuyu with a laugh of his own. Kazutora was even starting to crack up, hiding his smirk behind his beer. 

And despite all the commotion, Takemichi sat dumbfounded, eyes glued to yours and Draken’s intertwined hands. When he did finally speak, it only made the group that much rowdier. 

“Well, what the fuck is this–” 

“Time for another punch,” Baji said with that signature grin of his, basically hoping from his spot on the couch. 

“Wait wait!” You said, your pout only stirring the pot further. “No one is punching anyone! We’re–”

“We are dating,” Draken said, eyes a bit narrowed as he spoke. “We’re dating, Takemichi, I wanna date your sister, and I’m gonna.” 

There was another round of silence in the room, but it didn’t last, not when Pah mumbled under his breath. 

“Classic sister fucker–”

“Well, you could have at least asked first?!” Takemichi was dramatic as ever, tears swelling up in his eyes at the thought of his precious little sister being tarnished by the big, mean, scary man that was Draken. He let go of your hand then, being just as dramatic as Takemichi if not more so “I did ask, I just asked in front of everyone.” 

“But you’re already dating, have been a while no…?” Classic Mitsuya, stirring the pot and making everyone act up yet again. 

“Now why would you say that you ass–”

“C’mon Michi, I’ll punch him again for you, one good punch like last time–” Baji was punching at the air for emphasis. 

“Sister fucker behaviour,” Peh said with a shake of his head, only making Pah laugh harder. 

And amidst the bickering and nonsense that always seemed to break out between the boys, you took a seat next to Mikey, taking the Taiyaki he had to offer you with a little huff. He noticed the anklet, observant as ever as you rolled your eyes when Takemichi actually started crying, something about you losing your innocence. 

“He’ll treat you right.” You looked at Mikey, who spared you a small smile and a pat on the head. “Draken–”

“I know!” You responded happily, eyeing him as he held Baji back, the nerves he was feeling earlier long gone. You took a bite of the Taiyaki and giggled. 

“I can’t wait to be with him, forever!”

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act eleven [ incest ]

“Oi, oi, oi, oi, the fuck are you cryin’ for?” Raian taunts against the shell of your ear, even though you knew that he already knew the reason. it was because he was, before anything else, a bully. whether it be to his own family or randos off the street, he liked to torment everyone, and you— his darling little sister, was no exception. “Thought you liked when your big, bad brother took care a’ya. You’re always begging me to, aintcha?” the pads of his thick fingers were irreparably calloused and rough as they creep up from behind your hair and trace your jaw, before diving down to coil around the smaller column of your neck, using the firm grip to pluck your wet face from the pillows where you’d been trying to bury it. “Look here.”

but it was difficult to keep your eyes from squinting with each, deep thrust, as your brother buried his thick cock into you from behind. “R—Raian—“ all you could manage through broken moans and labored breath were the syllables that formed his name, eyelids fluttering as he pulls your head back, angling it up towards the ceiling— towards he who mounted you. “This… is wrong…”

but Raian didn’t seem the least bit offended. in fact, a cocky grin tickled his lips, urging them back to reveal sharp teeth. “Boo hoo,” he boasted his strength by holding you in place with his hand on your throat, the sheer length of his fingers enough to cover your lower mandible so the tips slid into your open mouth when you panted and mewled. you could taste old blood under his nails, and you knew it wasn’t his. “Don’t cry about it, I’ll lose my hardon.” but that seemed impossible, because he was as solid as stone, driving himself into your depths with relentless, ravenous rutting. the tips of his fingers anchor themselves beneath your lolling tongue, pressing against the floor of your jaw as he plowed you, grunting like a wild boar. “Besides, what can you do? Beg me to stop destroying your little pussy? After all big brother does for you?”

your more delicate fingers clench weak fistfuls of the sheets on Raian’s bed, your sharp nails leaving broken threads and pin-prick sized holes when he seizes inside of you, pushing all of his weight down against your sweaty back, filling you to the brim with cock. more tears welled up in your eyes, mourning for your poor pussy, but the way Raian controlled the lower half of your face, pulling it around as if you were a fish on a hook, you knew better than to let them break surface. so, you sniffled, squirmed under the heat and weight of his body, and shook your head no to his question. you knew this was wrong— hell, it was a disgusting feeling, to get so wet that you squelched every time your brother pushed into you, but you wouldn’t beg him to stop.

no, you couldn’t.

“That’s what I thought!” Raian bellowed, the glorious victor, as he fucked you with reckless abandon. his free hand giving your round ass a stinging slap. you hissed, the sound coming out gurgled and helpless, drooling on his fingers as you did so. “After all, you stop givin’ up your tight fuckmeat to me, and Pops just might find out about our little arrangement. Might just tell him all about how you can’t make a kill…” his voice is ragged, trailing off as his shoulders hunch and he lays his broad chest to your back. you felt as if you were being crushed by his sticky, sweaty body. you couldn’t breathe, and the deep, hard fucking he was giving you only made it that much harder, so you gasped and swallowed as much air as you could, braying, but in your own mind, you hated how it sounded. you sounded like a bitch that was eager and happy to be bred when you made those noises. Raian pressed his open mouth to your cheek, and when he spoke, his tongue undulated, slurping up stray tears. “You’ve been asking your big brother to do all your assignments so you don’t get exiled… or worse. Come to think of it, Pops probably wouldn’t even want you walkin’ around, giving the Kure Clan a weak rep, he’d most likely just have one of us kill ya. Isn’t that right?”

you didn’t have to answer that, Raian was using the grip on your mouth to nod your head for you. “Worst part is, the old bastard would most likely make me do it, and the idea of slaughtering my favorite, little fucktoy— my baby sister, it pisses me off. So, I’ll keep being a good big brother, and I’ll take all your assignments, so long as you keep being the best little sister, and spreading your legs whenever I need to drain my balls.”

you groan, eyes wide, at his words and stare up at him. you could feel the way his cock throbbed in your guts, twitching with imminent release, and you offer a pathetic, half-assed plea, “N—not inside this time, p—please?”

but Raian cackled at that. “What? You scared of getting knocked up?” his smile was wide and toothy, his free hand running up to pin your shoulders down, smashing your front into the mattress as he gets in a better position to fill you up. “Doesn’t Pops always preach about ‘keeping the Kure bloodline pure’ and all that shit? What’s purer than my load filling up your guts, little sis?”

it was a cruel, cruel way to reject your request, and before you know it, you could feel rope after rope of warmth, splattering your insides. you whine in defeat, burying your face in the pillows, but this time Raian lets you. in fact, he helps, releasing your mouth to palm the back of your head like a basketball and force it down so he could completely dominate you from this angle. “Whiny, little brat.” he grunted with a heavy sigh, wide chest heaving wildly. “But you’ve always liked sleepovers with me. I can tell you still do.” Raian leans back on his haunches, releasing you from your weighted cage, to admire the puddle of girlcum you also left on his sheets. he knew they’d smell just like your sweet pussy, and the urge to bury his nose in them and drink in the aroma was almost overwhelming. he restrains himself for now, scoffing as your thighs quiver— the vibration from your muscle spasms pushing webs of his spunk from your clenching cunt, and he gives the underside of your thigh a rough smack for good measure. “And you still cum when I rape you, huh? That’s a good sign. Means you know where you belong.” he chuckles in a raspy, breathy croak before adding, “Hangin’ off my cock like a little sex doll.”

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Retrogradation

Warnings: non/dubcon, coercion and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Part of Roo’s Pajama Party (October 7-8)

Prompt: Retrogradation - a backward movement. (List of prompts here) + this look

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This isn’t how you saw things going. Nothing ever really goes how you expect. You think you’d be used to it by now. That after all the disappointment, you would give up hope. You tried that too but it still hurts. 

You pull the blanket over the couch. You don’t anticipate a good sleep. The springs are broken and squeaky and the cushions not quite thick enough to pad the jabbing metal. You can’t complain, it’s somewhere to lay your head. That morning, you didn’t have even that. 

You try to fluff up the slightly dingy pillow. You just as sad for your brother as for yourself. This isn’t anyway to live. Thin walls, noisy neighbours, and that constant stale smell that doesn’t go away. Even so, you won’t spurn his kindness. It’s all you have. 

You can at least be grateful for the solitude. He left about an hour ago, said he’d be back in a few hours. You didn’t ask why. He’s an adult and you’re sure he has more to worry about than his errant sister. 

Before you can recline, footsteps make their way steadily down the hall. You stop and listen, watching the crack beneath door. For a moment, you think it’s just your brother but the knock that follows assures you otherwise. He wouldn’t do that. 

Hm. Maybe you should ignore it. If it’s his friend, they might assume that he’s not there. They knock again. It would be rude to not answer. What if it’s an emergency? 

You get up and cross to the door. You pause for just a moment as you think about how short your pajamas are. How the top is a bit too loose so that the top button hangs a bit lower than it should. They won’t think about that. 

You open the door and choke on your voice. You’re so stunned to see Mr. Smith there, you’re certain you’re dreaming. You must have fallen asleep and not even realised. You stare as his lashes flick to mirror your surprise. 

“Eh, think I might have the wrong place,” he says. “Sorry, love.” 

“That’s quite alright. It’s... do you remember me, Mr. Smith?” 

“Oh, yes, I do recall,” his cheek twitches, “you moved on from the kiosk, yes?” 

“I moved to the home store, sir,” you explain. He was a regular down at the south end location when you worked at the small coffee pop-up near the train station. “How are you doing?” 

He looks back and forth evasively and fixes his glasses, “very good, love. As ever.” He turns back to you. “And you...” his eyes wander up the splintering door frame, “suppose serving medium roast to the masses doesn’t pay much.” 

“It’s money. This... I’m...” you’re suddenly very self-conscious. Having to say it aloud is harder than you expect. “My brother’s letting me stay over. Just until I find a new place.” 

“Oi? What happened then?” He asks with a tweaked brow. 

“Evicted. They’re upgrading my flat to let at a higher price.” 

“Hm, I don’t think that’s very legal.” 

“I didn’t either,” you shrug. “Anyhow, I hope you find whoever you’re looking for.” 

“Me too. Say, I know it’s not your neighbourhood but you wouldn’t happen to know where I might find a lad by the name of Alex?” 

“Alex?” You echo and add your last name. “That’s my brother. How do you know him?” 

His blue eyes flicker and he takes a deep breath. His cheek ticks again. He smooths his hand over his slicked back hair. 

“Is he in?” He asks. 

“Not at the moment. Can I help? I can tell him you stopped by.” You offer. 

“Mm, well, it’s rather urgent. Any way you can tell me where he is?” 

You frown, “I can give him a call but I don’t know where he’s off to.” 

“That’ll do then.” 

There’s a solemnness to his agreement. He hardly seems happy about your solution. It is rather late. You suppose he doesn’t want to be waiting around all night. 

“Would you like to wait inside?” You ask. 

His cheek dimples and gives a single nod, “alright then.” 

You step back as he enters. You spin in search of your phone as the door clicks shut gently. You scoop up your phone and filter through for your brother’s number. You tap call and put the phone to your ear. Your keenly aware of Mr. Smith pacing by the door. It must be urgent with how restless he is. 

No pick up. You try a second time to the same end. You leave a voice mail then text for good measure. You shrug as you face Mr. Smith. 

“Sorry, sir, he’s not pickin’ up. Should I tell him you stopped by?” 

“Mm, you think he’ll be back soon?” 

“Well, he left a bit ago. I’m sure he’ll be back soon. If you want to stick around, I guess you can.” 

“Sorry if I'm imposing. I don’t mean to.” 

“No, it’s fine. Not my place,” you go to the couch and fold up the blanket and stack it on the pillow. You turn back to him once more. “Would you like a cuppa? I think Alex’as at least a few bags in the cupboard.” 

“Thank you but I’m alright,” he waves you off. “Your brother... you’re close to him?” 

“Erm, he’s my brother. We’ve not been very chummy since we were kids,” you shrug. You notice how his eyes flit around the room. You squint. “Are you looking for something?” 

His blue eyes meet yours. His jaw ticks and a dire shadow fills his eyes. You squirm. 

“You’ve any idea what business your brother’s mixed up with?” He asks. 

You swallow and shake your head, “he works down at the garage, I think.” 

“Oh, does he? And he lives here? Known some mechanics in my day, they take home a decent pay,” he says. “Yet he’s livin’ in a slum like this.” 

“Well, er, I...” a trickle flows down your spine. “Mr. Smith, why are you looking for me brother?” 

His eyes drop and he tilts his head. He sighs. He tucks his hands into his pockets before he looks at your again. 

“He’s taken something from me.” 

You stare at him. His tone, his posture, his very gaze, you know what he truly means. Alex has stolen from him. But what? 

“Well, why don’t we have a look around and see if we can find it--” you suggest. 

“That won’t do. It isn’t the sort of thing you just give back and call it even,” he says dully. His demeanour shifts with his timbre. He steps closer and you shy away. “And I’m not the sort to let that sort of thing go.” 

You know Alex lies. You know better than to buy into his stories but you wanted to believe. You wanted to hope. Still, even after all is lost, you really, truly wanted it all to turn out. 

“Oh,” you swallow.  

“You see, he’s crossed me. I’m not a man to be crossed and this isn’t it about getting back what he stole. It’s about the principle of it all. About teaching him a lesson,” he comes close until you have nowhere to go. Until he is right in front of you and the couch is against your legs. “I really wish you hadn’t have been here, sweetheart.” 

Your mouth falls open. His words are like a punch in the gut. You expect worse than that by the gleam in his eyes. 

“Mr. Smith, please, you don’t have to--” 

“You don’t get it. It’s not up to me,” he grabs you by the neck and you cry out.  

You bat your lashes at him as your eyes glisten. You don’t fight. You can’t. No matter what you do, you lose. Whether it’s him, your landlord, or life in general.  

He pushes you until you sit. His grip tightens for an instant than eases. He inhales through his nose so it flares out. 

“Will you listen?” He asks. You lower your eyes and nod. He sees right through you. He already knows you’re weak. “Alright then, don’t pull nothing.” 

He rescinds his hand. Your skin tingles where his fingers had dug in. He reaches to your top button, undoing it with both hands. You shudder and let out a squeak. He continues down the shirt and lets go. The fabric opens around your naked torso. 

Your bottom lip quivers as you stare at the tailored weave of his pants. He brushes his fingertips along your hairline and down your cheek. You lock up as his touch continues down your neck and wanders along your chest. He fondles your naked tits as your top slumps down your shoulders. 

“Get up.” 

You stand as he backs up. He grabs your upper arms and turns you with him. He takes your place on the couch. He sits back and braces his thighs. 

“Finish it. Everything off.” 

You nod and keep your head down. You shrug off the shirt and untie your shorts. You shimmy them down and kick them away.  

Your eyes are drawn up by his movement. You waver as you notice his open fly. He strokes himself above the rich brown fabric of his pants. You press your hands to your stomach and shudder. 

“Get on me,” he orders. 

You sway and dare to bring your eyes up to his face. You don’t understand. Mr. Smith was always so polite. He always tipped and wished you a good day. Why would he do this? 

“Bad luck, that’s all it is,” he assures you. “Isn’t my fault, eh? Blame your thief of a brother.” 

You gulp and step up. You bend and grab his shoulders. You feel as if you might collapse at any moment. He latches onto your hip with one hand and guides you down. You ease yourself down and wince as his tip brushes between your folds. You whimper. 

He lines up with your entrance and pushes you down. You stretch around him as you whine. Your voice grows louder and louder with each inch. Your tears leak out and you puff through your teeth. You’re set alight by the shame that underlines your pain. You won’t even resist. Like everything in life, you just let it happen. 

He takes your hand and lifts it to his cheek. He leans his jaw into your palm so his beard tickles you. He holds you like that as he rocks your hips. You roll against him, following his motion as you weep softly. He groans and bites his lip. 

You hang your head as you give yourself over to him. You snivel as your core swirls with heat and your skin speckles hotly. You bring your free hand up to wipe your nose. 

“Sir, does this—will this--” you can barely speak or think, “my brother...” 

He growls and pulls your hand further, hooking your arm around his neck as he forces you closer. 

“I’m still going to break his fucking hands,” he snarls. “But I think I’ll keep you too. Show him what it’s like to lose something.” 

You sob and nod. He runs his hand away from yours and up your arm. He nudges your chin up as he keeps your hips moving. 

He groans and grunts through shallow breaths, “don’t be sad, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Better than this heap.” 

[bloatedandalone04]

Fluff → 💕 | Angst → 💋 | Smut → 🔥

All works are written by me and are not given consent to be reposted anywhere else other than my own account (reblogs are fine)

Dom Hayden Blurb

Social Media Au

Fever Dream 💕

➪the one where you and hayden celebrate his birthday.

Open Invitation 🔥

➪the one where hayden’s day off with you gets interrupted.  Done Right 🔥 ➪the one where you and hayden get back to your unfinished business. (part 2 of OI)

Like Fine Wine 💕🔥

➪the one where you can’t resist hayden’s look for his role in ahsoka.

Sweet Spot 🔥

➪the one where hayden goes down on you.

Santa, Baby 💕

➪the one where you and hayden celebrate christmas. Bring in the New Year 💕🔥 ➪the one where you and hayden enter a new year together (part 2 of SB).

The Night has Just Begun 💕🔥

➪the one where you and hayden make a sex tape.

Second Nature 💕

➪the one where hayden is not only protective over you, but the tiny person he helped make with you.

Ride With Me Series 💕🔥💋

➪the one where you and hayden meet and fall in love, despite having a rocky introduction. (racer au)

He’s Got My Name 💕💋

➪the one where everything a.j. does, he does for you. Tattooed On His Arm 💕💋 ➪the one where a.j. finally gets the money for your treatment, but at a cost. (part 2 of HGMN)

The Only One Invited 💕🔥💋

➪the one where you’re with a.j. and ghost, your ex, gets out of prison.

No One Else 💕🔥

➪the one where you throw a housewarming party, and a.j. isn’t fond of all the guys staring at you in his new living room.

Dating Anakin Skywalker would include;

Blurb 1

Cosmic Love 💋

➪the one where you break anakin’s heart after he unknowingly broke yours. Back To You 💕💋 ➪the one where anakin is slipping away and needs you more than ever. (part 2 of CL) The Story of Us 💕💋 ➪the one where things are a a bit different after you and anakin get back together. (part 3 of CL/BTY)

Heartbreak Prince 💕💋🔥

➪the one where you’re a princess and anakin saves you in more ways than one. 

Shadows of Your Heart 💕💋

➪the one where anakin makes it up to you after being distant during a mission.

When Faced with Darkness 💋

➪the one where you and anakin reunite years after he turned to the dark side.

Screaming Whispers 💕🔥

➪the one where anakin is a musician and you’re his muse. ➪Something to Write About. (one shot | part of the SW au) ➪Love & Bound. (blurb | part of the SW au) add ons; one, two

Wrapped Around Your Finger Series 💕🔥💋

➪the one where you and anakin struggle to find time for each other after his first tour wraps up. (continuation of screaming whispers) Series Playlist

Love Language 💕💋

➪the one where you’re all clay needs to keep himself calm before surgery (and after).

Sound of Your Heart 💕💋

➪the one where you take care of clay after his surgery.

In The Way I Need You Series 💕🔥💋

➪the one where clay needs a babysitter for his son, and you just so happen to be more than willing to take up his offer.

Blurb

If I Love You was a Promise 💕💋

➪the one where james’ brother comes home just when things were falling into place. Don’t Come Back For Me 💋 ➪the one where everything falls apart. (part 2 of IILYWAP) Careless Whisper 💕💋 ➪the one where james struggles with getting used to his life without you, even nearly a year after the break up. (part 3 to IILYWAP/DCBFM)

The Perks 💕🔥

➪the one where you get to experience all the perks that come with being james’ wife and biggest supporter.

Dating Luke Reiter would include;

Right Back to the Start 💕💋🔥

➪the one where luke wakes up to the abandoned city of detroit and doesn’t think twice about looking for the one person that always meant the most to him.

Til Morning Comes 💕💋

➪the one where luke is late for work after spending the night in the sheets with you, but quickly discovers that his attendance is the least of his worries.

Teen Romance 💕💋

➪the one where you try to make sam see just how good he has it, and he almost loses both you and his dad before he finally changes his act.

[vhyunjinverse]

BOYS LOCKER ROOM !✭

f!reader x gojo satoru (18+) | not proof read | reblog pls <3

summary : You hated the boys locker room for many reasons..like how Satoru didn’t have much room when he fucked you in there, or time for that matter..

warnings : Shower sex, girl in the guys locker room, public sex, quickie, talks of getting reader pregnant, Gojo has a pregnancy kink idc, breeding kink, asshole tease, whiney gojo is a my fav gojo

“Satoru! the game starts in thirty minutes..what are you doing man?”

“Be out in a sec! Gotta be clean before I get dirty out there~!”

As Gojo would say, you could never be too clean. He glances towards the door before he heard it close, his teammate leaving him be in the shower. Satoru took a deep breath, the steam flooding his thoughts for a second.

“Hurry..up.” you whine. He glances down at you, you skin glistening in the warm water, Satoru’s cock buried deep in your cunt, his thumb teasing the ring of your asshole. You held onto a rail, back arched to give his better access. There wasn’t much space to work with after all. “Oh what’s wrong captain? Oh shit, you’re supposed to be out cheering…” He lets out a halfhearted laugh, pulling out until the tip popped out of your gaping hole. His cum seeped from your folds almost instantly. You shudder from the lost, despite the warm water hitting your back. “Fuck..put it back in Toru.”

“Yeah..? You want it back in princess?” his cock slaps against your sensitive pussy. His lips part at the sight of your holes squeezing around nothing. “yes. yes- god fuck.” Your whines turn into needy cries, his thick head teasing your swollen clit. His cum beginning to smear over your slick walls. “Fuck I need to get you pregnant..” he moans. Satoru’s thumb circles back at your hole, pre stretched by him of course. Freaky fuck. You press your ass back on him. He didn’t miss the jiggle, slapping it softly.

“Gonna cheer for me captain? Huh baby?” He’s pushing his cock back into your workout warning. You felt your eyes water at just how good it felt. Fuck you didn’t want to go out there. “Want you riding my cock princess.” He groans, fucking into you as if you didn’t have to go out there and do everything perfectly.. “want you fucking yourself pregnant..want to see your stomach full of my seed- shit!” Satoru watches you gush over his cock and the shower floor. Your arms trembling from holding yourself up. “mm….a-ah Toru..T-Toru..” You whimper out a warning, your pussy squeezing around his cock. You hate that he couldn’t fuck you the way he wanted. You wanted his hands around your neck, commanding that you take every drop of his seed. “w-wanna see that pretty tummy swollen..” Gojo whines, head tipping back, the water running down his neck.

“That’s it.. cheer for me captain.” He was pretty sure the sound of your bodies colliding was louder than the shower running but he didn’t care. He finally had you, who was to stop him? The game..the game he had to play in less than 30 minutes. He sped up, reaching down to touch that pretty clit of yours. Your body jerks- you come with a small scream of his name, legs shaking from the stimulation. “i-i…oh fuck too much- too much T…oru.” Your eyes sting with tears, body spasming.

“Oi! Satoru, coach says he’ll give you hell if you take another ten minutes!” Satoru’s head tipped back resting on the tiled wall while his cum coated yours, shooting deep into your womb. You mewl at the feeling. Ignoring the comment from his teammate who had opened the door once more. Satoru’s eyes peeled open, glancing forwards the fogged frame. “Coming..” he calls out, smirk on his lips.

“He also said to tell Y/N her coach is looking for her, said don’t let it happen a fourth time or he’s snitching.”

Another reason you hated the boys locker room, everyone was aware of what Satoru did when he showered last..fucking you. You’re his pregame workout after all.

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[1000sunnygo]

One Piece Academy chapter 51: The legend of the radiant summit Pt. 2 (Quick translation)

[Part 1] | [index]

Buggy:... The treasure of Nijigane~??

You mean there's a treasure above the mountain, gramps?

Luffy: Oh, hey Buggy.

Nami: Aren't you kinda low profile today?

Buggy: With Shichibusei and the student council around, there's no place for me to shine....

I mean there is, ya idiots!

Croc: Let him continue...

Buggy: 🤐

Tonjit: "The summit where the gods dwell, adorned with clouds, overflowing with radiance is a warm paradise, the blessed ones shall receive the treasure of Nijigane from the gods"...

It's a poem that has been passed down since the ancient times, and -

Luffy: That's so cool...!

Luffy: I WANNA GOO! THE MYSTERY MOUNTAIN!!

Koby: I knew it!!!

Crocodile: Treasure at the summit, huh...

Nami: Isn't that just some legend? 🤑

Zoro: That's not what your eyes say.

Usopp: O-oi, they say humans aren't supposed to go at a place like that,,

Vivi: Sounds dangerous, Although I am slightly curious...

Kidd: To the top, huh?

Buggy: That's a very interesting tale I've just heard!

Monet: Alright everyone, let's save the conversation for later, and have dinner.

Doffy: Fufufufu...

Law: Oi, Doflamingo,

Law: You're planning something again, aren't you?

Doflamingo: Plans? Fufufufu, that's right..

*approaches menacingly*

*gives food to Onigiri*

Onigiri: Waff~!

Law: Oi!

Doffy: Mine here is a lot more nutritious than the dog food at your home.

Fufufufufu~

Law: Guh...!

Luffy: It's chow time~!!!

Kidd: Hey! This one's mine!

[night]

Buggy: *gets pilllwed* Gweh!!

You've done it now, you...!

Crocodile: You're all noisy, First years-

*WHAM*

Doflamingo:...

Buggy: Doffwaaah!!!

Croc: Seems like you won't learn until you're dead.

Doffy: Shall I test how small sized pieces you can be?

Buggy: No! Wai...

WAAAH!!

(Girl's side)

Nami: Boys are just like babies, geez...

Vivi: Hancock san, would you use the hair dryer?

Hancock: Would you be so kind to lend me?

(Boy's side)

Jyabura: Why don't you give up already...

Sanji: Not yet...!

Kaku: I'm taking my leave ahead.

[And then, the night ends]

[The Second Day]

Luffy: Another skiing day, Mountain!

Hancock: Luffy... Let's ride the lift together-

Luffy: Yosh, let's get on quick, Hancock!

Hancock: Is this the Parallel turn of love? <3

Nami: The weather is clear too!

Koby: Which will be our course for the first run... Hm?

Everyone: WAAAH!

Koby: What is this sudden blizzard?!

Nami: No! I can't keep standing...

Sanji: Nami san!

Luffy: USOPP!!

Zoro: An avalanche! This way!

Others: Waah!!!

Croc: Snow, of all things...

Daz Bones: BOSS!

Lucci: Grrr!

Luffy: EVERYONE! WHERE ARE YOU?!

UWOAAH!!!

-

Monet: The weather has changed, hasn't it...

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[thisismeracing]

Hi there

I've just read your "Charles dating a greek girl" and I loved so much. I was wondering if I could request a brazilian girl version??

Oi, mana! <3 sure! here you go! (pls put your age in your bio or something that lets ppl know you're +18, I don't interact with minors 😭) <3 I hope you like it! Let me know if you do *beijinhos*

CHARLES DATING A BRAZILIAN GIRL | CL16

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds regarding Brazilians and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

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Charles is used to friendly people and yummy food, but when you cook for him for the first time and you Facetime your family he’s out of words with how good the energy is;

Obsessed with brigadeiro and pão de queijo, and even more after you talk with his nutritionist and adapt the recipe in a way that he can eat without cheating on his diet;

Charles loves Brazilian music!!! His favorite will most likely be Cazuza, Djavan, or Gilberto Gil (though he will listen to funk and drive the fandom crazy during the Brazilian GP);

Maldivas? Nah, it's just Rio with the music, the altinha games, globo biscuit, and matte tea; He was baffled when you explained to him how big and how many things there were in Brazil so his new personal goal was to vacation there in order to go to each city;

You find it cute and, during the break, you fly so he can meet your country and family. He gets to finally walk around Sao Paulo without the rush of an upcoming race;

He has a relationship of love and hate with the South American weather. The hate gets bigger when he gets a sunburn after not reapplying sunscreen, but it lessens and becomes love when you rub lotion on his back and kiss his skin to "heal faster";

So, I know there are many hair products everywhere, but hear me out on this one! Charles with wavy hair/curls because the thing is, there are dozens of options for people with wavy/curly hair, from shampoo to moisturizers, and he loves to indulge in your self-care routine, so he won't complain when you tell him that maybe -just maybe- his hair is wavy;

Will start treating his hair after that and fans will go batshit crazy with wavyclerc lol;

He'll most likely adopt a viralata caramel during one of your trips to Brazil;

Charles will also try to learn Portuguese in the speed of his Ferrari to talk to your family, but he'll end up with a Portunhol by the due date. It's no biggie though, your family will love him anyways;

Overall obsessed with you and even more with Brazil;

[goldustwomun]

pacifier (s.b.)

pairing: sirius black x younger potter! reader

summary: something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. anyway, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?

warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, cocky sirius and like kind of an annoying younger sister reader (but also that's literally me lol), bad transitions between light hearted banter and angst but i'm trying my best RIP, i imagine sirius to be mid-20s and reader only 3/4 years younger (but everyone is OF AGE), mommy issues if you squint

wc: 4.9k+

note: soooo i'm back :D again :D i'm almost done with second year and actually somewhat ahead with all my papers (with very minimal finals; def recommend being a history major x) and i've just been missing the community so enjoy this! i had this first chapter posted a while back (like maybe a year) but it was actually ass so i've redone it a little :)))) as always, reblogs and comments are MUCH appreciated and i can't wait to interact w/ y'all over this because i have been DAYDREAMING about brother's bf sirius :')

Oh but, babe, you know I've tried and failed But you just don't know how it feels To lose something you never have and never will

“What do you mean he’s working at the shop as well?!” you all but screeched, chasing your Mother around the kitchen, feeling a lot like the pesky youngest child you were. 

“He needs some help so we offered to give him a job. Honestly sweetheart, aren’t you too old for this childish feud?”

“Too old? Shouldn’t you be saying that to him? He’s like– thirty or something, and still continues to be the bane of my existence. Fucking Bla–”

Your Mother whirled on you abruptly, brandishing the wooden spoon she was about to stir the boiling pot with right in your face.

“Oi, language! I would tell him the same but unluckily for you, you’re my daughter and currently living under my roof, so you get to hear it first.” She gave you a saccharine sweet smile, the kind that had you biting back the urge to roll your eyes.

“--now, he’s been gone for such a long time, and we’re all very excited to see him, so don’t ruin this reunion with any more of your tantrums.”

You opened your mouth once more, intent on not letting the argument die there, but your Father bounded into the kitchen at the same moment, ruffling up your hair with a “Hey there, kiddo,” before promptly moving on to snake his hands around your Mother’s waist.

“Looking as beautiful as always, my dear,” he cooed into her ear. She let out an uncharacteristic giggle that had you bolting from the kitchen before you were scarred any further.

Your parents’ tooth-aching affections for each other was just that: sweet, but sickly all the same.

Somewhere inside of you, in between the urge for unattainable perfection and the fear of failure, you yearned for a love like theirs. Something genuine but passionate, able to withstand the test of time.

James, your older brother, had found it with Lily, and their son Harry being a product of their young but no less intense love. 

You loved that kid like he was your own. Would beg James to let you come over, play with the babbling toddler for a few hours, even going as far as to offer up your weekends, encouraging the young couple to “go out, live a little!”. But they were about as infatuated with their own child as you were, and had a never-ending supply of friends who were equally as eager to help out.

And one of those always eager friends was currently pounding his stupid fist against your stupid front door, and you were already riled up from the news your mother had broken to you only moments earlier, head pounding and fists balled into shaking fists, that you couldn’t take seeing his face quite literally in front of you, as well. 

You shoved past James, knocking him back a step as his hand reached for the door to let his best mate in. You caught a glimpse of him on the doorstep, the first in almost two years– hair unruly like he’d just rolled out of bed, long, black strands; newly tanned skin blushing under the heat of the sun; those thick, brooding eyebrows that raised up in your direction – eughh. 

“What’s got your knickers in a bunch?” James called at your retreating figure, shouting loud enough to be heard over your heavy footsteps despite the carpeted floor. 

“Ask your best mate over there!” you answered back with a bite, slamming your room door shut.

“Fuck,” he sighed, defeated, yanking his confused friend in and a chucking a thumb towards the stairs. “How’ve you managed to piss her off before you even got here?” he asked incredulously. “Peace– we had peace in this house for the past two years since you’ve been off, and now look–! It’s a bloody riot!”

“Oi– I’ve done nothing,” he moaned indignantly, hanging his coat and scarf on the gold-crested hooks by the door. “--I think,” he added for good measure after a beat. "I mean, I've only just stepped inside."

Sirius had yet to quite grasp why you got under his skin so quick, squirming between his nerves like a misfired electrical impulse.

You’d grown up together, spent every waking moment in each other’s presence when he was at the Potter residence (which happened to be just about always given his own family situation). If books and movies were to be trusted, what with fiction being so reminiscent of real-life, he'd have expected be like some sort of brotherly figure to you.

But even the thought of it had bile creeping up his through, as if it was so unfathomably wrong his body refused to entertain the possibility of it.

So no. Something about you and your irritatingly know-it-all personality, shrill when indignant voice (which was rather often around him), your need to always be right – something about you brought the worse out of him.

Had him constantly searching for something new to point out, to irritate you all over again, hit the nail on your specific head - something to really push you that little bit over the edge. 

It wasn't even like he enjoyed it, watching you get all huffy, nostrils flared, brows knitted together, face verging on a flushed red. Sirisu was well aware that with every jab the two of you threw at each other, things got a little more out of hand.

Right before he had left, two years journeying through the glades of Scotland, then France, Greece, Türkiye, India, Taiwan (he'd been close to everywhere), he had made the mistake of aiming a particularly ruthless dig at you, and watching your face crumple, devastated and defeated, it had finally cracked him inside.

But there wasn't anything he could do about it then, what with leaving the next day, and two years later, it seemed a little too late.

The rest of the Potter family didn’t share your sentiments about Sirius, and rather adored him immeasurably. Had since he’d taken to hiding out in their house after a particularly brutal fight at home when he was only eleven. Heck, he’d even attended every Potter-family gathering, dinner, birthday, you name it, since then. It was why he came over every Sunday for a roast, pudding and some chat – he could never put into words what your family had done for him, the safety, security, home, even, they'd given him when he’d been lost and entirely clueless of what a real family looked like.

So he made the thirty-minute drive, every Sunday, much to your irritation. He plastered on the biggest smile for your Mum, complimenting every minute detail of the meal she cooked for the family, drank a glass of whiskey and smoked a cigar with your Dad; he was even Harry’s favourite, always humming quiet melodies into the youngest Potter’s ear.

With him away, he’d missed out on the family time he usually looked forward to every weekend. Mondays seemed a lot less dreadful after having a belly-full of Mrs Potter’s food.

Still, he’d sent postcards and printed pictures of everywhere he went, the sights he’d seen, people he’d met. It wasn’t the same, not without the lot of you to pester him but he’d needed some time to find himself.

He still wasn’t sure if he’d found what he was looking for, but the money had to have run out eventually so he was back home, ready to work and settle down in his life for once after graduating Hogwarts. 

Sirius followed James into the living room where he found Lily, sipping on a glass of red, sitting by the empty fireplace. Instead, a window had been cracked in to let the temperate wind in.

She perked up as they entered, waving with that soul-wrenching smile of hers that could persuade even the most strong-willed of men into submission. 

“Pads, you’re back!” she called from her seat. "And you've grown a moustache-- interesting choice of facial hair." Sirius, however, raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, ignoring her greeting-slash-judgement as he peered into the empty crib by her side, even going as far as to search under it as if the toddler might have escaped.

“Harry’s gone to bed in the guest room. There was a bit of a shouting match before you arrived,” James explained, sinking into the space beside his wife and pulling her into his side. “Actually, now that I think about it, there was a lot of shouting after you arrived as well.” 

Lily snorted, snuggling into her husband without hesitation, and Sirius couldn’t help but avert his eyes, feeling entirely like he was imposing on an intimate moment as the two of them whispered in the other’s ear.

“Well, don’t mind me. Sitting here, all by my lonesome, no company or polite chatter to partake in, not even my dashing God son to entertain me” he sighed, dramatically, to no one in particular. James rolled his eyes at his best friend’s antics, chucking a frilly throw-pillow at his face (that’s what they’re for, right?) which he just as easily caught. 

“Har-Har! Ever the clown, Paddy,” James mocked, flipping him off just in time for his Mum to walk in and see.

“James! Don’t aim such crude displays at my son,” she scolded, wrapping her wrinkled arms around Sirius’ shoulders from behind his chair. She leaned down, kissing the top of his head affectionately. Sirius only whimpered in agreement, leaning into her motherly touch and whining on and on about how James was being a right bully. 

“My sweet child, I’ve missed you!” She beamed down at him, and that longing Sirius sometimes felt for his own Mother’s approval, her devotion or fondness, it lessened. 

“But you didn’t– He was just!-- You missed– arghh!” James groaned defeatedly, head flailed back to rest against the sofa, receiving no sympathies from his giggling wife and glaring Mother. “I’m starting to understand why she hates you.”

Sirius’ eyes flashed at that– did you really hate him? Had it gotten to that point?

At the mention of your name but current absence, Mrs Potter ordered, “Go call your sister for dinner, I’ve set the table.” 

He began to protest, failing to come up with a half-decent reason why he can’t walk up the two flights of stairs and pull your petulant frame from your bed– but Sirius interrupted in time, before James could make any more of a fool himself in front of his own Mother.

“I’ll go get her. Got to figure out what I did this time,” he offered coolly. 

Euphemia, that is, Mrs Potter, had a strict no-apparting rule in her house, had lost too many expensive vases from James and Sirius’ apparition-sprees the second they’d turned seventeen.

You already had your licence, having been of legal age for some time, and had, since graduating (top of the class, as you tended to point out, much to your Ravenclaw friends’ dismay) from Hogwarts, found a job at a school in the muggle world, teaching children English Literature in preparation of some exam -- O Levels, you’d called them. 

Sirius thought it to be some sort of torture device - these O Levels – but you’d smacked him across the head in admonishment with whatever book was in your hand before he could say much else. Having a family-run bookshop made it so that the books, or the weapons (in Sirius' mind at least), were in endless supply for you.

Your love for reading had come from him, your Father, from when he’d stay up till the late hours of the night, hushed whispers under your bed sheet so your Mother wouldn’t hear, as he read you the Classics in animated voices that had you completely enchanted. He made sparks fly from the tip of his wand, bright colours that your little eyes couldn’t quite get enough of.

You loved being a wizard, were eternally grateful for the world you lived in and the undeniable awe of it all. But words, books, literature – they were enough magic for you, took you to places you could only ever dream to visit, and had you feeling such all-consuming emotions that sometimes, you wondered if you’d ever make it to the end of the page, or chapter, or book. 

“Oi– your Mum’s put out dinner, she’s calling you downstairs,” he called through the thick wood of your door. 

Sirius didn’t know why he such an uneasy feeling settled into the pit of his stomach, like he'd swallowed some moldy bread or a particularly strong cider.

He's known you your whole life, watched you graduate from pencil to quill, and then again from Hogwarts.

Two years was a long a time, and the thought of you holding what he had said all those months ago -- what he hadn't meant, not really -- he was dreading the confrontation.

He nudged the door open when you didn’t respond, only to find you slumped across your bed, glaring, silently, at the ceiling and the pale-orange ring of light from the lamp on your bedside table.

You certainly looked different– older, possibly? He couldn’t quite place what had changed, only that he knew something had. In the way you dressed, styled your hair, held yourself. Even the look of your room– no longer plastered in repeated patterns of owls and roses, but instead a single wall painted a burnt umber and with the remaining covered in tapestries and muggle band posters hanging across every wall.

A stack of vinyls were shoved into one side of your room, along with stacks of books, some old and missing a few pages, while others were untouched. 

You heard the door click open, sitting up on your elbows to see a Sirius, oozing an annoying amount of effortless confidence, and leaning against your doorframe. 

Something in your chest stumbled almost immediately. He looked the same as the day he'd scolded you before leaving, and those stupid, brown eyes of his, like murky swamps you wouldn't be caught dead looking into, were training on you.

Though, he might’ve managed to actually tan, now that you really looked at him, imagining the broad planes of his shoulders, hidden by a thin linen button up, were more sun-kissed than milky-pale now. 

Except you refused to even entertain the thought. You were not thinking of him or his skin or his bare chest or--

“What’s with your face?” you asked, already knowing you'd regret the answer.

“Was that meant to be a greeting?” His eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Hi Sirius-- what’s with your face?” you answered, again, between clenched teeth. 

“You changed your room,” was his only response, and really, what did he expect to say to that?

"I did. Figured I'd use your absence wisely," you snarked back, meeting his gaze as you continued, "--you know, finally grow up and all that."

And you hadn't forgotten, but he didn't blame you.

You got up at his lack of silence, walking the few steps up to him, head tilted like a cat, wary of her surroundings but curious nonetheless.

"Was there something you wanted, Sirius?"

And fuck if the way you said his name didn't have him fighting whatever foreign feeling, urge, instinct was shouting at him in that moment.

You walked past, trembling as your shoulders touched, making it all the way to the bottom of the stairs before you had your moment of revelation as well.

Somehow, whether it had been a slow process over his two-year absence or something far more sudden in the past few minutes, he'd wormed his way back between the cracks of your heart, and this time, you worried you wouldn't survive.

The quiet jingle of the bell tickled your ears as you opened the door to the bookshop, dust immediately invading your senses as you fought back a harsh cough.

Your Dad pushed in front of you, forcing the door to stay open by propping a stack of intimidatingly large books in front of it. You laughed silently to yourself, noting how they were all Dickens (he hated Dickens, said his novels were disturbingly boring and unnecessarily detailed). 

“So, you can dust a little, and sweep the floor, before we open. Count the money in the till, as well, that’s very important,” he noted off, and you suddenly wished you had a pen and a pad of paper to write it all down.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t been helping out at the shop since when you were younger, but this was the first time you’d been granted the responsibility of having it all to yourself (minus the inconvenience that was Sirius Black). 

You were deemed an adult now – loved to point it out any chance you got, and that meant that your Dad trusted you enough to not hover over your shoulder every time you took a shift. He was working fewer hours, though now, none, as he wanted to finish the novel he’d been writing for the past decade after melodramatically announcing at the dinner table that “It’s time!” 

You weren’t sure what that exactly meant, but you weren’t about to argue with the man paying you an overly generous ten pounds an hour. 

You didn’t need the money for yourself, what with still living at your parent’s house, but you wanted to contribute to the house and expenses and what not, even if it was a minuscule sum. 

“Another thing,” he added, stopping, rather abruptly, in front of you, voice worryingly grave as he placed his large palms over either of your shoulders. “Please,” he begged, brows dipping, “don’t fight with Sirius in front of the customers.”

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already after me,” you objected, pulling back from his usually comforting hold and pulling the broom out from behind the counter. His hands fell defeatedly against his sides as he sighed, standing in your way before you could mope yourself into a tizzy before the work day had even started. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he ensured, pulling you into his tight embrace once more. “You know you’re my number one, sweetheart. Just don’t like seeing you so upset.”

James always teased you for being your Father’s favourite, and you’d never argue, relishing in his pointed fingers and sneering words, because it was true– there was something between you and your Father, an understanding that no one else had clued in on.

He eased your worries like no one else could, smoothed irked creases across your face, replacing them with belly-hurting laughter lines and a grin so wide, you were worried it would fall off your face.

Anyway, James was the same with your Mum. You found her difficult to communicate with, what with her being as hot-heated as you were, so as much as you and your Dad got along, you butted heads with your Mum just as much.

“It’s ‘cause you two are so similar, like twins, I tell you!” But it did little to calm your nerves around her, or stoke the flames of anger you so often felt. 

You were about to respond, ready to tell your Dad just how much you loved him, when someone crashed through the door, slamming into the counter you were standing behind. You turned, eyes connecting with your (late) colleague. He looked utterly windswept, as if he’d run – or been chased – the whole way there. 

“You okay, son?” your Dad asked, worry shifting from you to the panting, bent-over Sirius. 

“Me? Oh– peachy, just– peachy,” he answered between heavy breaths, waving off his doting hands. “Sorry I’m late, got a little carried away with something and lost track of time.”

You were conscious of how your Dad didn’t offer Sirius the same advice, to not pick a fight or argue or whatever it was the two of you did, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how he had everyone charmed.

So you busied yourself behind the till, doing as you were instructed and counting the money, writing down the number of each of the bills on a notepad you pulled from the drawer at your waist. 

Your Dad left soon after, turning the closed sign out front to open as he wished you, and Sirius, good luck. 

“Guess it’s just the two of us, little Potter,” Sirius pointed out, already sounding bored as he fell into a stool at your side. He leaned his head against his arm, stretching it from side to side as he groaned at his tense muscles.

You didn’t mean to stare, swore it wasn’t something you’d let become a habit, but your gaze immediately travelled to the exposed skin of his neck, zeroing in on the trail of newly-formed purple bruises  down the side.

You snorted, shaking your head at him, slamming the money compartment shut a little too aggressively so that it caught Sirius’ attention. He recognised your expression to be something close to amusement, jabbing you in your side until you were scowling and slapping his fingers away.

“What’s wrong with you– you’re acting like a fucking child,” you admonished, moving out of reach and resting a hand on your hip. 

“Why’d you make that face?” he asked instead of answering your question, nodding at you like it was you who had started it.

“It’s nothing,” you went with, hearing your Father’s words echoing in your mind from just moments ago. You needed to diffuse the situation before you really got mad, because past that point, you weren’t responsible for what you said– or did. 

So you ventured into the aisles of books, a curious Sirius on your heels, following you like a lost, yapping puppy. “If it’s nothing then why are you running away?” he pushed back.

You ignored him pointedly, stopping to stack a few books and dust along the shelves. No one had come in yet, still too early in the morning for any tourists to stumble upon your admittedly quaint but bursting shop. 

The sunlight barely filtered past the dense collection of books and mahogany shelves that lined the walls, but the windows stretched to the tall ceilings, and if you went up the spiralling staircase at the centre of the store, you’d find yourself in a cosy loft space, bathed in gold and stuffed with arm chairs and sofas for people to sit and read in. 

It was your favourite part of the store, and you were seriously debating hiding up there on your first day, just to get away from the walking-plague that followed you. 

“Come on– tell me,” he whined, standing too close for your liking. You side-stepped away, brushing a cloth against the worn covers of the Mystery section. He followed suit, returning to his previous position, and this time, you had no way out with the wall of books you’d met. 

You turned, facing him and finally acknowledged his presence. “You lied,” you stated matter-of-factly, loving that you actually had the upper-hand with him. As much as you prided yourself with being quick-witted, Sirius always seemed to find a way to stay on-top.

“Gonna have to give me something more than that, darling. Lied about what?” he countered, raising an eyebrow at you. 

You bristled at the endermeant but continued nonetheless.,

“You weren't busy. You were screwing some girl according to the bruises on your neck,” you stared pointedly at the affected area now, though it was covered by his hair in this position. His hand flew to his neck, as if hoping to shield them from your gaze.

“That’s none of your business Potter,” he countered, irritated. 

“It actually is my business when you’re both late to your job and lying to my Father,” you threw back, shoving forward and relishing in his slight stumble back– as if he hadn’t yet noticed the two of you were so so close. 

“You can’t–” his eyes were wide, worried, as he grabbed your elbow, forcing you to meet his gaze, “You can’t tell him. He’ll be so disappointed and I can’t–”

You frowned at the look of genuine distress written so plainly across of his face. If you two were anyone else, you might've let it go.

Might've--

“Well tough shit, Sirius. You’re an adult, now. This is the real world we’re talking about and not whatever fantasy you've been frolicking about these past two years." You were fuming, unnecessarily so, but both of you knew this was fight had been years in the making.

"I understand you lack the ability to form real, genuine connections but come on, Sirius. You're not a fucking teenager. Grow a pair and take some responsibility for once in your life!"

And really, you deserved it, now that you thought back. His anger was reasonable but your need to poke straight through his ribcage, wrap your fist around his heart and squeeze tight, was not. 

“Fuck you, Potter.” he bit out. “Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean the rest of us have to be equally as miserable."

It was already going to shit, Sirius was well aware of it, but he couldn't get himself to stop. To just shut up.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking uptight all the time someone might actually give it to you too," his voice now barely above a whisper with his anger deflated as he stared, pained, at your reaction.

And it didn’t take long for you to react -- for your hand to fly up and connect with his cheek, hard. You hadn't done anything two years ago but he thinks he saw you consider it. So the fact that you had finally, struck across the face, spoke to how different things really were. How different you were.

"Potter, I--" and he was speechless when he really shouldn't have been. He swallowed, trying again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered then, fighting the urge to look away from your glassy stare. “I’m sorry, Potter. You know I don’t mean it.”

What you hated most was that you did know. You knew you both brought out the worst in each other. Only, you could never figure out why that was. Why you wanted to hurl insults at him for every comment or look or the stupid way he’d string together the most perfect sentence and his irritating eyes and mouth and–

“Excuse me? Is anyone here?” 

You inhaled, all sudden, as if only just realising what you had done. You brushed past him without a word, needing, more than ever, to put some space between the two of you. If not for your anger then for whatever pesky emotion was seeping through your cracks.

You were (reluctantly) pulled from wherever your thoughts had been racing to as you called into the store, “Just one moment!”

Sirius debated if this was a sign for him to get back onto a train to anywhere you were not. It didn’t matter if he had no money or nowhere to be, but if it meant he could avoid maiming you with his words, he couldn’t quite see a way out of his predicament. 

“Sirius!” you shouted again, no longer faking your emotions but rather genuinely just exasperated by him once more. 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” He managed to not get lost in the labyrinth of books, and found you by the travel section, chatting good-naturedly with a blonde in a tight dress.

“How can I help, doll?” he asked the blonde in question. His one tactic for almost every conundrum he’d ended up in was avoidance. And bloody hell was he good at it. 

He smiled at her, the customer, doing little to hide his admiration for the legs she had on display. She flushed a pretty pink, averting her gaze, lip between her teeth. Bingo! 

“Christ, you’re disgusting,” you muttered, mouth pouting and quiet enough that only he could hear.

“Only for you, sweetheart, only for you,” he bit back, not wanting the currently oblivious customer clue in on their conversation. “So, how can I help?”

“She needs that book–” you pointed to the top shelf, well out of reach. “--the green spine that says Amsterdam, but I can’t reach it and the step ladder is too heavy.”

“Alas! Only ever needed for my body, it seems,” he moaned with an irritating amount of flourish. 

“Whatever it takes to get the book down– do what you must, Black.” You patted his chest reassuringly, taking your spot, once again, behind the cash register.  

“So– planning a trip are you?” Sirius asked in between excessive displays of strength as he hauled the bulky ladder with a single hand. You glared at the girl as she swooned at him, wanting, rather unreasonably, for her to combust right where she stood.

But that was a ridiculous thought to begin with. You could barely stand to be even within a metre’s distance of the guy, let alone on the receiving end of his affections. You were tired, emotional and dehydrated. Must be. Though a glance at the clock had you realising it had barely been an hour since your day had started. 

So, maybe just emotional and dehydrated. 

“I’m going to get a coffee from across the street,” you announced, slugging your tote bag onto your shoulder as you walked past the preoccupied pair. Not waiting for a response, you stepped out into the early morning sun, frowning, for once, at the glare in your eyes and not the irritant you’d left behind. 

It was easier to refer to him as something pesky, infectious, fungus-like even, rather than the only person who knew how to break your heart (and despite your somewhat impenetrable facade, you let him do just that every time).

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One Whole Year - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

One Whole Year - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader 

Content : fluff fluff fluff

Word Count : 595

Summary : One whole year with Jamie Tartt, and you receive the best gift of all. 

Based on Anon Request : Hi, I just had the idea of a Jamie Tartt imagine where for he and his girlfriend's 1 year anniversary, the boys get Jamie's girl a shirt that says "Jamie Tartt fan club" as a gag gift but she underratedly loves it? 

A/N : I hope I did what you had in mind justice, anon! This was so fun to write. Not as long as some of my other fics, but still sweet and fluffy <3 As always, please like and reblog if you’d like to see more. 

You’re flicking through the photos on your phone, amazed at just how many Jamie has made it into the past year, and you smile to yourself, thinking back on how shy he was when the two of you made it official. 

Jamie leans over the top of the couch, planting a kiss on the top of your head and nodding towards your open phone. “Lookin’ at how fit I am, yeah?” 

You playfully roll your eyes and reach up, catching his cheeks in your hand. “Why would I need pictures for that when I’ve got the real thing right here?” 

Even with his face squished in your hand, Jamie still manages to stick his tongue out, that little display to show he knows he’s the shit. You laugh, pulling him down to meet you for a chaste kiss. 

“Enough of all that, we’re meeting the boys today.” Jamie scolds playfully, standing straight again. You look up at him, admiring all his angles and curves, wondering how you got to be so lucky with such a handsome man. You stand, intertwining your fingers with Jamie’s as you come around the couch, and he pulls you into a crushing hug, but uses his fingers to lightly caress your face. “Happy anniversary, love.”

A soft smile finds its way to your lips and your eyes flutter. “Happy Anniversary, J.” 

“Oi! There they are!” You hear a voice yell as you walk into Ola’s. Isaac’s face is spread in a wide grin, Sam waving wildly behind him. You can’t help but laugh at their enthusiasm. You always thoroughly enjoyed how much the boys supported each other, finding it impossibly sweet how much they supported each other. You wave back to the boys, sliding into the chair next to Isaac. 

“We got you something.” He says gruffly. 

You blink in surprise and look at Jamie, who shrugs in return. You turn back to Isaac, brows furrowed. “You didn’t -” But you don’t even get to finish your sentence, the burly footballer is thrusting a bag into your hands, and you have no choice but to take it from him. 

You look curiously at the team, who all seem to be staring at you, and rustle through the layers of tissue paper. You pull out a tshirt, Richmond colors and emblazoned with large white letters. You stare at it. 

“You don’t actually have to wear it, “ Sam starts, but you scoff. 

“Are you kidding me? I love it!” You squeal with excitement, getting up and running to the bathroom to put it on. When you return, Jamie bursts into laughter. 

Your new tshirt reads : JAMIE TARTT FANCLUB PRESIDENT. You grin at Jamie, practically skipping over to him to give him a kiss. The team cheers, causing you and Jamie both to blush, but you don’t mind. 

You don’t mind at all.

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POV:

You’re dating Karl Urban and the two of you go on holiday with some friends to a farm/ranch and post lots of pictures about the whole experience while simultaneously hard-launching your relationship.

This was SO fun to do ahhh 😭❤️ all credits to my bby @gibson-g1rl for being such a massive inspiration to make a SMAU. Enjoy your cameos 😭😭

All likes and reblogs greatly appreciated! Enjoy it my lovelies <3

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karlurban some days you just gotta take a last minute trip with your mates , cheers !

Yeehaw here we come 🤠

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Youruser road trips, songs and kisses! So blessed to go on a rendezvous with my fav people

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gibson-g1rl girl why didn’t you invite me???

Youruser @/gibson-g1rl not my fault you and J had something going on 🙄 (hoes before bros boo!)

karlurban ❤️🙏🏽

youruser @/karlurban can’t believe you gave me the finger 🙄

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karlurban first night spent around the fire 🔥 got a few good stories goin and snuck in a bit of a dance… I love these fellas ❤️

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youruser this man has moves y’all

karlurban @/youruser you reckon I should start a class ? 👀

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youruser fed the horses first thing in the morning then went out for a sunrise ride 😍

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certifiedbundleofsticks all those horses holy shit!!! I hope you’re having a great time :]

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karlurban what a day ! 🥵 Lugged around some hay bales before a long ride through the bushes with my girl… ended the day all dirty and sweaty before having a good grill 🔥🍖

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2 days ago

youruser third pic aye papi 🤭

karlurban @/youruser 🥵🥵🥵

wehearturban @/karlurban I HAVE A TOWEL

pinkmissus @/wehearturban girl he doesn’t want you

jeffreydeanmorgan pulled out the good ol’ grill 😎 love to see it man xxx

karlurban @/jeffreydeanmorgan cheers, been too long ! 🔥🍻 y/n enjoyed it a lot .

internetitgirl17 omg the first pic is so cute ❤️ LOVE LOVE LOVE!

youruser @/internetitgirl17 😘😘😘

ilovedilfs082 I need them both

randomblogger crying this post is so cute but I’m so heartbroken 🥲

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youruser some personal time with my lover man, his board and the fluffy best friend ❤️

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6 hours ago

karlurban killed those diabolical waves 😎🌊🏄

youruser @/karlurban and they almost killed you back 😭😭

karlurban @/youruser oi ! Not a word about that…

jeffreydeanmorgan looks awesome out there… sendin love to you both xxx cute dog

youruser @/jeffreydeanmorgan lots of love Jeff! ❤️

gibson-g1rl a whole jacuzzi out there?? 😭

youruser @/gibson-g1rl found an affordable day resort and decided to give it a try 😝

gibson-g1rl @/youruser cesspool of bacteria yum 😍

youruser @/gibson-g1rl i hate you 😭😭

certifiedbundleofsticks oooo so fun!!!

youruser @/certifiedbundleofsticks mwah ily

random_chick3 I wanna be her

karlsgirliepop crying rn

hermuse @/karlsgirliepop same 💔

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tags: @gibson-g1rl @certifiedbundleofsticks @internetitgirl17

Not proofread! Apologies for any errors. I scrambled to get this out as I have a big trip tomorrow and need to go to bed LMAO

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oi mahgi! Adoro sua galeria! Faz pack de icons e headers do Jay do Enhypen?? :))

Aqui estão! Espero que goste <3

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