#so he has to leave cele behind

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i have a bezetti au idea

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Don't speak just feel bezzetti, 2.1 k words

smut under the cut

There must be something like 35 degrees in this god forsaken room right now.

The smell of sex and Bez’s cologne is filling up Cele’s nostrils, making him dumb. Well, dumber than he already is.

He's been on edge for what? Two? Three hours maybe? Maybe even more, he  doesn’t fucking know.  The only thing he knows is he needs to cum, needs to have his release or he’s he’s going to go fucking mad.

Bez smells so good, sounds so perfect, everything he does or says get him more and more aroused. 

“You’re so good Celin, so so good, behaving so perfectly for me, only for me yes?”

Cele nods, hes so fucking hard he wants to cry, he needs Bez to make him cum, then he wants to feel the older inside, again, until he can’t even say his name anymore.

His senses are enlightened, multiplied a hundred times, each little movement of Bez’s hand on his cock feels like a hundred degrees more rising in his stomach.

He moans louder when Bez presses into his slit, making his back arch and his eyes water more.

“Don’t lose control Celin, keep being my good boy, and I promise I’m letting you have a nice reward at the end”

Cele nods again, he needs it.

Needs to cum as much as he needs to breathe, maybe even more than that.

He feels Bez’s lips on his neck, so fucking hot, he leaves a bruise there, Cele bets he’s full of them by now, that sensation is the only thing keeping him from detaching from reality.

“Celin, are you still with me?”

Cele nods again, moaning at Bez’s movement, his thigh twitches under Bez’s attention, and the older uses that weakness to place a hand there, his stupid long and hot hand keeping him still.

“Don’t. Move.”

Cele wants to beg, needs Bez to fucking act on his delayed orgasm now, because he wants to cum. 

“Wish I could see your eyes now amore, crying from this, so full with need I would give you everything you ask for”

Cele makes a muffled sound, he wants that too, wants it so much it hurts.

He can’t touch, see or speak, he can just hear, smell and feel.

In all honesty this situation is his fault, he decided to get Bez jealous, he was the one who basically flirted with the barista, he went and glued himself to Pecco touching and giggling at his muscles.

It’s only fair Bez chose this as a punishment for his actions.

He moves his fingers, well at least he can move them, the bloodstream hasn’t been stopped completely by the pretty red ropes tying his arms together behind his back.

The ropes feel hot against his skin, he’s sure he’ll have marks from them as soon as he gets them off.

He’s sat kneeling on the bed, his abs are tight, tensed up, he knows Bez must be liking the view.

He wishes he could see it, but the blindfold is too fucking thick in front of his eyes, he can’t even see a little bit of light through it.

Bez has been touching him for forever now, after fucking him and filling him up, he can feel his boyfriend’s release still inside him, a unholy squelching sound every time he moves slightly.

Bez kisses the corner of his mouth, still never stopping his strokes.

“You want to cum I bet”

Cele nods once again, he can’t even fucking talk with that fucking gag ball he’s got, he’s just drooling around it, getting it wet and shiny.

“Like your dick when I tease too much” Bez had said at the view.

“I don’t think you deserve it yet now do you? I’m really really upset by the little stunt you pulled today, you know”

Bez stops his movements, Cele presses his legs together for a bit of friction but bets slapped on his thigh.

“No no bimbo, you can’t do anything, do I have to tie your pretty thighs too?”

No no no no he might just die if this shit happens now.

He shakes his head, he just wants his release, wants to beg for it.

“If I take off the blindfold will you behave?”

Cele nods, he’s been doing that an awful amount of times now, he needs to look at Bez in the eyes, maybe he’ll take pity, maybe he’ll let him cum.

Or maybe he will just look at him and make him needier without actually giving him anything.

Both options are really attractive.

“Ok then, I’m taking it off, you deserve it”

Bez’s fingers dance around the string tying the blindfold for as much as two seconds before pulling it and letting the fabric fall, finally letting Cele see a bit of the room around him.

It’s night, but there’s a soft light from the bedside table and the moon shining through the window so he can actually see Bez’s expression, even if it gets him a bit to gain back his sight.

“Oh Cele now you can look at yourself, so pretty for me” Bez takes his chin between his fingers and turns him to face the mirror.

He can’t lie, he’s hot like that.

Black hair disheveled and messy, dry tears at the corner of his eyes, drooling around the gag ball and his dick hard in Bez’s hand.

“You’re so beautiful bimbo, I would’ve let you cum hours ago if you didn’t act like a slut at the party, you know that right? But I think now you’ve earned it”

Cele tries to get out a “please” but with the gag ball on it only comes out a muffled sound, making Bez smirk.

“Let’s do this, since you behaved so good when I took off the blindfold you can cum twice, ok?”

Cele can’t even nod this time because Bez gets his hand around his dick again and strokes.

“I’d say the first just with my hand and the second one while I fuck you”

It’s not even a question, Bez knows Cele will like it, knows he wants it bad.

The older shifts to be directly behind him, he can feel the hard on pressing on his back, Bez’s lust filled eyes staring at his figure in the mirror.

He starts kissing at his collarbone, Cele forced to look at himself as he crumbles under Bez’s touch.

His boyfriend resumes his movements around his dick, slow, calculated ones, each dragging him closer to an orgasm he’s been chasing for way too long.

He can see that damn “12” tattooed on Bez’s ring finger, and seeing it wrapped around his cock makes him feel owned.

“If you look away I’m stopping bimbo, so if I were you I’d look at myself”

It’s filthy, but so good, degrading in a way that gets Cele hot under his skin. He moans again when Bez passes a thumb on its head, shivers all over his body.

The older sucks a hickey on his neck as his strokes quicken, his hand working faster and faster to get him off.

“Be good bimbo, cum for me, cum all over my fist”

Something that sounds vaguely like “Marco” comes out Cele’s mouth before he arches his back and finally comes, hot white liquid flowing out his dick like a fountain, he’s never came this hard before, he’s rolled his eyes back, he can feel electricity in each of his limbs, his brain is completely empty, just pure pleasure filling every inch of his body.

“Fuck I didn’t think you could cum that hard look at you, you’re still leaking eh, look how much you had in you”

Bez hasn’t stopped smirking since he took off Cele's blindfold, probably he’s been doing that since before even.

Bez’s fingers are completely coated with cum, white and glistening, and he’s already thought of a way not to waste it.

“Gonna fuck you now yes? You behaved well but I'm still angry by your little act from before, so you’re gonna keep that little toy in your mouth mh? So you are not so loud when I fuck you stupid”

Cele begs with his eyes, to please please please let him free to speak and scream his name.

“I love that you think looking at me like that will get me nice Celin, but it won’t work tonight, you actually have to face the consequences of your actions, so maybe next time you will think twice before acting like that”

Bez puts a hand on his back, he’s fucking hard again, he wants to cry.

“Spread your knees, good like that”

Cele barely manages to follow the order Bez is pushing two cum-coated fingers inside, spreading him way more than necessary, this is just a way to remind Cele he has no power in this, every ultimate decision is up to his boyfriend.

“You’re gonna take me so well aren’t you? Would you take the others too like this? The barista maybe?” Cele shakes his head, Bez adds a third finger and finds his prostate, but Cele knows he can’t cum until he’s been fucked and Bez gave his permission. “Or Pecco? You seemed so interested in his arms today, you were clinging to him, if you needed attention so bad you could’ve just begged me to fuck you like very other time, instead you had to act like that and now look, you’re being punished”

Cele’s entire body shivers, he wants to get fucked so hard he can’t think anymore, not even about the gag still in his mouth.

He moans again and looks up meeting Bez’s gaze in the mirror.

“You want to see how beautiful you look when I fuck you? I’ll show you”

Bez gets a hand tangled in cele’s hair, tugging at them slightly and making sure he has to look in the mirror.

He aligns his dick with the younger’s hole, which by now is all pink and spent.

“Perfect” he whispers before pushing inside, burying himself deep already at the first thrust, leaving no time for Cele to focus that he’s already pounding him in the mattress, holding his head up by his hair and using his other hand to squeeze his ass.

Bez is nice, usually. Romantic, caring, sweet, considerate. But right now he’s fucking him like he hates him, and God it’s hot.

Cele can’t look away, he watches himself get pathetically more and more aroused for Bez, absolutely wrecking him, his pace fast and deep, almost dirty, like it’s something to be done in a great rush and secrecy.

“You look good like this, you know? Crying and moaning under me. Might have you do it more often amore”

Cele is so fucking sensitive, at everything. Words, touch, thrusts, sounds.

So when Bez groans directly beside his ear it’s really not his fault if he almost comes, and it’s really not his fault when he gets on the edge again once his boyfriend calls him beautiful again.

Once Bez starts kissing at the nape of his neck he feels like he could never ask for something better in his life.

He’s being fucked senseless, yeah, seeing stars at every thrust, but the kisses are tender, loving, possessive in a sweet way.

Cele thinks about Bez’s tattooed finger curled around his neck, branding him like a property, and he’s on the verge again.

When Bez starts losing the rhythm Cele finally knows he’ll cum soon, Bez likes filling him up when he just had his release, because he’s oversensitive and clenches around him in a way that makes the older go crazy for it.

“Fuck I love you Celin I love you”

It doesn’t take long from there, just a few more thrusts, and then Cele is coming again, just as much as the first time, untouched, moaning around the gag in the desperate hope Bez will actually pity him and take it off.

Luckily, orgasms get Bez vulnerable at his pleas, and he immediately removes the toy and lets it fall on the bed, letting go of cele’s hair and turning the younger’s head slightly just to manage to kiss him deeply, moaning in his mouth when he finally cums inside the boy.

For five minutes after that, neither speaks, they just calm their breaths down, Bez unties Cele’s wrists and arms are sore, reddish, itchy even.

Bez kisses all over his neck to say sorry if he’s been harsh, cele answering he was, but he liked that too, so there’s really no need to worry.

“You really looked hot with that thing, only downside I couldn’t kiss you” “Yeah, true” “Can we kiss now?” “Yeah of course amore” “You owe me all the kisses you didn’t give me while fucking me” “oh it’s a lot eh, I warn you” “I love your kisses. I don't care how many you give me, I just need them”

Bez smiles, pressing a chaste kiss on Cele’s lips then letting him get overwhelmed by the insane amount of kisses he deemed fit for that moment.

“Love you”

[nooripoori]

Okay but Cele has so many people to take care of him but sometimes everyone trusts the other to take care of him and he ends up like ☹️ this in the bed until he runs out of patience and starts wailing.

He gets fussed over so nicely after that

oh yeah there have definitely been some times when everyone thought that someone was with Cele taking care of him but in actuality none of them were there and it led to Cele having a break down.

Luca had suggested time and time again that they should hire a babysitter for Cele if they were going to go around the world with him or atleast they should have Migno there with them so that when they’re all busy someone should be there to tend to Cele. But Cele didn’t like someone he didn’t know taking care of him and every babysitter they had hired was unsuccessful because he just wouldn’t settle. And Migno was busy this week so he couldn’t come with them and Cele had thrown a temper tantrum when they had suggested he stayed behind with him.

Most of the problems arise during media day, as all of them are busy at the same time and for long periods of time, even Carola is busy so they don’t have anyone to stay with Cele in Pecco’s trailer. And they can’t bring him around to their interviews cuz Cele hates crowded places and wanders off when he isn’t being payed full attention to.

Which leads them to todays predicament, they had asked in the vr46 gc if anyone was free to take care of Cele and most of them had given their time tables as to when they would be free and when they would be busy. They said that whenever someone had a free slot they could go check up on Cele and make sure he was fine.

But they had discussed this 3 days ago and right now as Luca stands in the media hospitality he can see Marco and Franky also there giving interviews and he just knows for a fact that Pecco is in the press conference with Carola, they have all been here for atleast the past hour so that just means one thing. Everyone forgot about the arrangement and Cele has been left alone in the trailer for the past hour.

The last time anyone of them saw Cele was a hour ago, Franky had put him to sleep and sent everyone a picture of him in the gc. And you would think that hey he was sleeping and it has only been an hour so he will most probably still be asleep, but Cele has this habit that when he’s sleeping and it’s too quite he wakes up automatically to check his surroundings. And they found out the hard way that when he wakes up and he’s alone, you best believe that he will cry and not talk to anyone for a whole day.

So as he’s sitting here in the middle of his interview all Luca can do is pray that Cele is still asleep and that one of the boys gets free soon enough to check on him.

5 mins or so pass and when Luca turns to his left he sees Bezz getting up to leave, so he sends a quick text to tell him to go and check on Cele

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See Bezz has told everyone that he’s the least fit to take care of Cele. There have been multiple occasions where whenever he’s taking care of Cele one of them has ended up in tears, the only thing he thinks he’s good at is putting Cele to sleep. Pecco has tried to reassure him on multiple occasions that Cele likes him the most and is always asking for him but he’s pretty sure Pecco only says that to not hurt his feelings.

So as he’s leaving the hospitality and sees the mssg from Luca asking him to run to Cele cuz he’s been alone for an hour. He curses the seven skies as to why it had to be him to check on Cele and not anyone else. Now don’t think that he doesn’t love Cele, he’s obsessed with that kid, but he has never been able to console a crying Cele.

So as he reaches Pecco’s trailers door he has to take several deep breaths and remind himself that Cele is just a baby and anyone can handle a baby. As he opens the door he expects to be met with a crying Cele but there is no sound whatsoever, and breathes a sigh of relief thinking that Cele is still asleep. But as he enters Pecco’s room he sees Cele sitting up in the middle of the bed and looking down on his lap. Which is weird in and of itself because Cele is by no means a quiet child and he doesn’t like sitting still.

So as he calls out to him and gets no answer he is terribly concerned. He sits down on the bed and takes Cele’s face in his hands and he swears he hears his heart break, Cele is looking up at him with silents tears falling down his face. He quickly picks him up, puts him in his lap and wipes aways his tears, Cele quickly latches on to him and atp he’s having body wracking sobs but he lets out no sound.

Bezz picks him up and starts walking around and patting his back in attempts to soothe him but nothing works. This goes on for 10 mins when finally he feels Cele relax in his hold and the tears stop. Bezz sits down and backs away to look at Cele. He looks up at Bezz and Bezz swears what he says breaks his already broken heart even more.

“Everyone forget Cele…”

And Bezz has never heard Cele sound so sad and broken, he hugs Cele again and spews endless apologies and excuses as to why they were not with him. As he soothes Cele with one hand he takes his phone out with the other one to text the gc to get their asses here and help him make Cele happy.

While he’s waiting for them he tries to make Cele smile but no matter what he does Cele has a big frown on his face. He tries feeding him his favourite snacks(which get rejected) and he gives him his favourite toys(which he doesn’t even look at). So Bezz does what he does best, he peppers him with tons and tons of kisses on his face and blows raspberries on his stomach which FINALLY cracks a smile on Cele’s face.

He takes that as encouragement and starts tickling Cele which results in him letting out the loudest laughs. This goes on for awhile and when he stops Cele sits up and gives Bezz a kiss on the cheek.

“I like you Bezz.”

Bezz won’t admit it but he shed a few tears hearing that.

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All of them had come running to Pecco’s trailer as soon as their interviews had ended and as they open the door they expect to find a crying Cele and Bezz but what they find melts their hearts. Bezz sleeping on the bed with Cele cuddled up on his chest. After taking multiple pics they wake them up and then the rest of the day is spent with them showering Cele with hugs and kisses. They promise Cele that they won’t ever forget him again and the rest of the race weekend atleast one of them stays with Cele at all times or brings him to their garages.

more baby cele

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Another post! This time featuring what the antagonists for my AU might look like. While Akane and Nekomaru are locked in the rest is up to changes in the future. Kyoko and Celestia were put on a poll but the results I believe I didn't set up properly, so now I'm amending that somewhat. I drew both sets in these sketches, and when enough time has passed I'll set up another poll, properly this time on strawpoll.

As for some design explanations and lore you can check under the cut :)

Kyoko and Makoto I believe are pretty straightforward here, I gave Kyoko a neckerchief that goes pretty far down to give her that sort of upper class educated look, while Makoto I gave a smart little jacket. There's only so far you can go with the normal boy, but I also made his hair fluffier and nicer. His ahoge is there but it's normally combed back, and only springs to full life when he's in murder mode.

Kyoko joined her dad in leaving the tradition of detective work behind and entered the business world where she used her analytical mind to be the best damn stock investor in the world, while definitely something she excels at it's not something she finds particularly fulfilling.

Makoto is a wholesome, normal dude who loves writing books about wholesome stories with good endings, while his family was and still is normal, he was captured once by unscrupulous scientists wanting to explore Despair and its mysterious qualities. Makoto never gave in, but in his suffering developed an alter ego who was grimly invested in justice above all else.

Sparkling Justice is a night haunter, who exclusively goes around killing murderers and evildoers against Makoto's wishes. Choosing to right any injustice he sees in the world, allowing for happy endings for the victims, surely?

I went hard with celes and hifumi a long time ago in previous designs, so here they are with similar designs as I gave them before. Hifumi wears a suit vest, and a button-up underneath while still keeping his bag... which may or may not be more than just a simple bag...

Celestia was born a normal kid and absolutely hated that life, so when a relative of hers from Europe visited she begged them and her family to go with them and she did. She grew up exploring Europe, and would propose money-making schemes to her family abroad and would eventually be able to fund the glamorous lifestyle she always thought she deserved.

Hifumi is just a writer-focused version of himself, though with a particular love for action-romance novels and fiction rather than strictly heart-melting novels like Touko. He's a sweet boy but very weird and horny for Celestia, so he's completely useless around her. He's basically a tool... just like...

ROBO-JUSTICE is a serial killer known for their modus operandi of targeting particularly attractive and very mean women with hammers or blunt force trauma. This alter was formed after one particularly awful night of bullying resulting in Hifumi getting thrown into an abandoned industrial park and nearly dying from exposure to wires and sharp metal. Despite this though, it is almost entirely subservient to Celestia whenever it surfaces from Hifumi's mind.

Akane and Nekomaru I've already drawn before, but I think it'd be nice to give some of the backstory I've planned for them.

Akane is a well-meaning, brash, and reckless person whose freakish natural strength pairs with a luck that does everything except help her directly. Random and unpredictable, Akane desperately tries everything she can to get into extremely unpredictable and dangerous situation for her luck to grace those around her with the best outcome from her misfortune, even if it means hurting a lot of people in the process.

Nekomaru was inspired by the nonstop hard work he saw the nurses had to do when they were treating his heart condition. So inspired that he made it his solemn vow to join them whatever it took, leading him to become the ultimate nurse. He would, however, be the first of his classmates to fall to the despair of the mastermind, as his well-meaning nature drew him into a trap he could not predict.

For Rantaro and Tenko I took inspiration from M. Bison(Dictator) and Criss Angel specifically. These are the most experimental designs I have as you can tell, but I plan on working on them a lot.

Tenko's story involves her becoming the head of her little "dojo" and straight up turning it into a cult, with her as the ultimate supreme leader and the greatest fighter in the world.

Rantaro started off doing magic for her sisters, and got so good at making them happy that one of them introduced his magic act to the world through sites like youtube, causing him to become a sensation drooled over by millions of girls around the world.

[topnotchquark]

hi! I'd love to read more about your boarding school AU! only if you have something in mind of course.

safe travel! <3

Love you anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hadn't written anything for a while, but here's a fic I just wrote in my notes app for you. It's Bezz/cele mostly. Kiss kiss hope you enjoy even though it's whatever! 💗💗

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Pecco shows up a little late at dinnertime and delivers the news as he pulls a chair next to Franky.

"Apparently it's picture day tomorrow for the team, around 11." Pecco announces as he pours himself a glass of water.

"Why are they rushing it?" Bezz asks from where he's sitting next to Cele.

"They want to get it done before the principal travels for his guest lectures and we leave for the regionals" Luca responds on Pecco's behalf who nods in his direction.

"What are we expected to wear?" Franky inquires.

"The whole shebang. Suit and tie and winter trousers." Pecco's response immediately makes Franky and Bezz groan in protest.

"I don't even have a pressed shirt." Luca remarks.

"You can borrow one of mine." Pecco tells him.

---

After dinner Bezz accompanies Cele to the infirmary to get his bandages changed. Cele had cut his palm open in a lab mishap. The nurses had stitched it up fine, but recovery was chugging along. Bezz has been helping him since then, always coming to see him after classes, and sitting next to him during meals to ensure he ate.

On the walk back to the residences, Cele quickly makes a mental checklist of whether he has his full uniform ready for tomorrow.

"Why are you so quiet?" Bezz asks him as they cut through the lawns in the dark.

"Thinking about where my clothes are."

"I'll help you find them."

"No that's fine Marco. I'm just worried about washing my hair."

"Because of your hand?" Bezz asks.

"Yes. Bathing is already difficult"

"I could.... I could help." Bezz speaks after a moment, an edge to his voice.

"Okay, thank you." Cele nods in response to Bezz's offer.

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Bezz and Cele are the only two people in the the dorm bathrooms at this hour. The halogen lights makes a buzzing noise as they stand there confused.

"Right, umm, how do we do this." Bezz asks to no one in particular.

"The sinks seem fine. I'll bend over." Cele responds, not quite sure of himself.

"Alright yeah. Wait." Bezz says as he wraps a small plastic bag around Cele's bandaged hand to keep it dry.

Cele lets Bezz securely tie the bag around his wrist and bends himself so his neck and face hand into the sink.

Bezz accidentally turns the tap on full speed, soaking the collar and back of Cele's t shirt.

"Fuck shit" he remarks as he quickly shuts off the water.

"Cele I think it would be better if you took your t shirt off." Bezz tells him.

Cele stands up straight and struggles to get his wet tshirt off with one hand. Bezz immediately closes the gap between them and grabs the bottom of his tshirt and gently tugs it upwards. He looks at the broad expanse of his pale body, the veins under his skin looking blue under the harsh lights. Bezz gulps as he frees Cele's head from the collar of the fabric, taking extra care to gently loop it out of his injured hand. Cele's familiar body looked alien to him at this odd hour in these odd circumstances.

Cele bends over once again and sticks his neck into the sink. Bezz manoeuvres the tap better this time. Cele feels warm water on the nape of his neck. It flows down his scalp in little rivulets that makes him feel like he's getting goosebumps. Bezz gently eases his fingers into his hair. The dull ends of his fingers on the skin behind his ears. Cele can't describe the feeling. It feels pleasantly relaxing, but also like being on a rollercoaster when it's dropping down. Bezz squeezes some shampoo into his hair and quickly massages it into a lather. Bezz's fingers snag on his tangled curls as he cleans him. The pinching, sharp sensation on his scalp feels like it's running down Cele's shoulder and making his stomach feel like it's in freefall. Bezz rinses him and takes the care to clean the foam around his ears. Afterwards, he uses a towel to gently dry him off and drops him off to his dorms.

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Cele runs to the lawns to make it in time for the picture. Pecco and Luca are there, waiting for another group to get done before they assemble. Luca looks at Cele and tells him to fix his collar, Pecco smiles and reaches over to fix it for him. When they finally line up, Bezz comes over to stand next to Cele, and ruffles his curls before the picture is taken.

[redheadspark]

👋🏿 for your falling in love Prompts

3. One character going "so this is really awkward cause I know I told you I wasn't looking for love but then I kinda fell in love and I would like it if you'd take me." With Druig

Happy Writing! 🙂

A/N - I find this beyond adorable with our Mind Controller! Thank you for requesting this, Stella!

Reunited

Summary - After their much needed reunion in the jungle, Druig has some things to get off his chest

Warnings - Just some good fluff for our Druig!

The jungle was quiet, quiet and yet nosy at the same time.

You never thought you would be here, given the world about to end and the recent news of your leader's death at the hands of Deviants. Still, this was the past place you thought you would end up with the others, merely because it's been 500 years, Secondly, you all left under different circumstances.

You left a member of your family behind: Druig.

He saw the genocide that unfolded in front of all of you that fateful night, soldiers slaying and murdering innocent citizens in front of his very eyes and he only had to watch with no signs of stopping them. You saw it on his face, as you did plenty of times before when he was forbidden to intervene with humans and their sins with one another. The look of rage and pain, the gaze of anger and distant.

The stare of betrayal from Arishem.

He chose to leave you all, taking some of the soldiers with him under his Mind Control and going deep into the forest. It was the last time you ever saw him, and you etched that image of him forever in your mind. The tears in his eyes, the solemn look of his decision being made, it was forever implanted in your psyche.

You never minded it, only because you cared for him.

You both were cordial with one another, merely friends who relied on each other in dire times just like the others. Druig was never cross with you, not like he was with Ikaris or Ajak at time. He was more gentle with him, his softer side with a hint of sarcasm was always there in your talks and interactions. He loved watching the humans and seeing them evolve, almost being a fly on the wall as they continue to develop and grow on the planet. He even wanted you to watch with him sometimes during their feast or when they were out and about. You indulged him, finding humans just as a fascinating and complex creatures.

Plus, spending time with Druig was not a bad thing either.

Yet now, 500 years later, you wonder where to go from here.

Being away from the others for so long, traveling the world on your own and seeing how the humans have evolved through your own eyes. Inwardly you knew what Druig felt the you saw humans tearing each other, but also the they built each other up again. There was goodness in the world, and thank to Druig and all of his talks and theories he had with you, it made you miss him all the more.

"Out of everyone that is here, I figured you would love the jungle the best,"

Your back was turned, but you sensed his presence was evident as he was behind you. You said nothing, folding your hands in front of you and scanning the scenery in front of you.

"You made a beautiful place here, Druig," you hummed, hearing his footsteps behind you as he was walking up slowly, delicately, maybe thinking that a brash approach wouldn't work, "It's funny....I always pictured you here,"

"Away from the rest of the world?" Druig asked, not wishing to sound brash or harsh with you as he was watching you look at all the foliage"

"No," you hummed, "Living in peace. I think out of all of us, you needed it the most,"

Druig said nothing, having you finally turn around and see him stand there and watch you with intrigue and curiosity on his face. it was a contrast to before when you are all in the meeting hall, his anger and demeanor getting the best of him after hearing all that Sersi discovered from Arishem. You are mad too, hearing about your own existence was a lie, and you were meant to destroy planets for the birth of Celestials. You still haven't wrapped your head around it, so you couldn't only wonder what Druig was thinking.

"It's been awhile, Druig," You voiced to him, watching him slowly nod his head while he folded his hands behind him.

"It has," He agreed, cocking his head slightly at you as you watched him, "I know the last time we were together like this, it didn't end well,"

"You had to do what you had to do," You reassured him, your voice trying to sound sure but it was hesitant. Maybe Druig picked up on it, the small lingering thoughts in your minds that you wish to express. How would you tell him though? In what way can you tell him?

That you cared for him and his tender heart for year? How you wished to bring him peace if you could since you knew he would fight for the peace of humans.

That you loved him for centuries?

"Still, I wish we both would have left things on a better note," Druig explained, "I want to know all that you were up to for the past 500 years,"

"I want to tell you," You reasoned, pausing again and trying to get your mind back in order as Druig was taking another step closer to you.

"But?" Druig asked, being ever patient. You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck and trying to find your bravery again.

"Given the circumstances we're in, and the world could be ending and everything, I had held some things from you....for awhile...that I think you should know," You explained to him, fiddling with your fingers. You looked from the ground into his eyes, seeing how still he was and waiting to hear what you had to say. You loved that about Druig, he never looked past you but into you as if he was trying to find all that was nestled deep inside you. He never pried with you, not once in all the centuries you knew him,

So, with the end of the world at your doorstep, you might as well let it all out of the beg.

"I've had feeling for you for sometime,"You informed, seeing him still keep his stare at you and not move with his facial expressions, "You andI were close all those times we were together, and I considered you a friend. Not just a friend, actually, but as someone who knew me more than i knew myself. And because of that, I was afraid,"

"Why?" Druig sheepishly asked, taking another step to only be a hand length away from you. You gulped, eyeing him and how he was still staying there'd listening to you unfold all of your heart to him, at his home. You could breathe in the small scent of his sweat, you could see the beauty mark on his arms and the the small scar mark on his cheek. Most of off, you saw his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight above you.

"I never believed in love, not for the longest time," You answered, "I thought it was meant for humans and their tall tales. I know it is part of their biology and their evolution to love and rely on one another, but I didn't think it could happen to us, to me,"

It was true: loved seemed to be something only for the humans to have and to keep to themselves. You could only watch from the side, inwardly hoping and longing for something like that in your life. Were you meant to have that? You doubted it at first, up until Ikaris and Sersi together. Gilgamesh and Thena had a familiar love with one another, it was evident that there was no romance but a platonic kind of relationship.

Yet as the years went by, love was growing on you and shooing away the doubt that was festering in your soul. It saw it all around you, in all the cities you visited and with all the years coming and going. Inwardly, you were wishing that you had the love with someone in particular, knowing it was too late.

Yet the time was now.

"So this is really awkward cause I know I told you I wasn't looking for love, but then I kinda fell in love and I would like it if you'd take me." You sheepishly said to him, wearing your heart on your sleeve and waiting for him to crush it within his fingers. He had every right to, you knew that since this was no one way road. Druig could turn and walk away, he could yell at you for placing this on him while the world was about to crumple around you.

But he didn't. He didn't something unexpected.

With his strong and yet soothing calloused hands, he reached up to place his hands on your upper arms, having you think he was going to hold you in once place. Yet he was watching you with the kindest eyes you have ever seen him use, and you were about to question him before he leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

You felt it then, all over your skin and in your blood. Love.

Your hands reach up to frame his face in your hands when you pressed your lips against him. Druig wrapped your in your arms, you both were kissing under the jungle branches and in the pure peace of the scenery around you. This was what you wished you had years before, before everything changed and you both went away from one another. Maybe you wished you could take it back, maybe your should have said your feelings to him sooner and not bottle it up.

But if this was what you were going to have with him, even for a shiver of a moment before you would have to fight for the planet, then so be it.

Druig pulled away from a moment after you two kissed, licking his plump lips and scanning your eyes that seemed warm all over again. His hands along your waist, his scent invading your nose, it was too much and not enough at the same time.

"I'm a coward in not saying anything to you either," Druig explained to you as you searched his eyes, "Makkari tried to convinced me to say something back in the Crusades, but I couldn't bring myself to,"

"Makkari knew?" You asked with a hint of shock, you and Druig breaking into into childish grins as he laughed and nodded his head.

"She saw it before I realized. Yet I was still afraid, I had no clue if you would love someone like me," Druig sheepishly explained to you. It seemed rather morbid for you bth to go through your confessions to one another right before you would have to stop Tiamut, yet there were no better time really.

So all you could do was kiss Druig again, feeling him pull you close and kiss you back. Love was once a dream, but now it was a reality for you both.

Even if you only had for a few days, those days would be worth it with Druig at your side and loving you too.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @basicrese @heartofwritiing @virtueassassin @hottpinkpenguin

Valentine Prompt Session

[vettelsbitch]

Happy and excited kidfic anon here with an idea yay

Maybe they meet again and Cele is looking for excuses to get away and Bez goes dead serious like "no, shut the fuck up, it's not embarassing, but we need to talk about our nipple piercings and the fact that I like yours" or something

Now, hold your horses for a bit, Bez is absolutely not making the first move in any of this. He is very aware of his feelings for Cele, and soon enough he's aware that Cele probably likes him too, but he is not taking any step towards a relationship first. He simply is very aware of what having Teo means, and Cele is younger than him and he doesn't want to (what he believes) "lead him on" because he has responsibilities Cele doesn't need as a 20 yo, and he also knows he feels very deep for Cele (specially after seeing him with Teo) and he is scared of opening up too soon and Cele moving on and leaving him and Teo behind.

He still would be a menace because he is Bezz after all and he loves Cele's attention, so he would run shirtless and make sure they meet Cele on the stairs when Marco comes back from school and if some days he ends with leftovers and he casually drops them off for Cele, then that's a happy little coincidence.

And ofc we'd have Luca and Pecco, even Vale, asking Marco about his cute boyfriend and trying to make him realize that he can go for it, that he deserves having someone that adores Teo as much as he does.

And after Cele takes the first step there would absolutely be a lot of talk about nipple piercings *wink*

[quinloki]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 12: Eyes

"I'm going to kill him." Crocodile growls, and you can feel the anger radiating off him.

"Please don't." You say quietly, pleadingly – almost desperately, and you can see him force himself to calm down. It wasn't that you didn't understand his reaction, but you didn't want to essentially be the trigger for a war between two Warlords.

Doflamingo came over to the table, a gorgeous young lady on his arm, dressed in a nice suit, with the giant feathery coat draped over his shoulders. As elegant and well-dressed as both he and his date looked, there was nothing else shared between them. Not that they needed to match, but the contrast struck you as your brain scrambled to take in the situation.

"Are you here to celebrate the stunning success of the auction as well, Croco-baby?" Doflamingo questions, finally turning away from Crocodile and looking at you. "And what a way to cele- oh." Doflamingo's eyes widen, but you're only sure of it because his whole face shows his shock for a second.

"Fufufu, Miss (Y/N)," the delight in Doflamingo's voice was nothing compared to the action that followed. He lowers his glasses and levels a steady gaze at you.

Your soul drops into your feet, and you can feel the very center of your being go cold. Doflamingo was handsome, almost hauntingly beautiful with his glasses lowered, and if you weren't acutely aware of who he was, you could imagine getting pulled into that gaze. As it was, you were more unsettled by how easily he let you see his eyes. Crocodile's words of warning from days before were repeating in your brain, but for the couple of seconds the entire interaction took, you couldn't look away.

"An unexpected turn of events, but what a delight it is to see you here as well." The pink-feathered Warlord nearly purrs.

"There's no delight to be found in your company, Doflamingo." Crocodile growls.

Doflamingo winks at you before returning his glasses to their proper place. "Haven't had a chance to relax yet, hey Croco?" He teases. "Don't be cruel, let us join you. A double date! Just imagine what the papers will say about this. Or better yet, those old fools of the W.G."

"Only if you behave." You say forcefully. You have no idea where your courage is coming from currently, but the lady on Doflamingo's arm seems incredibly relaxed, and for some reason that brings you comfort. You're not glaring at the man when you speak, but you've let your professional tone take over.

Crocodile's anger is shattered and replaced with nothing short of incredible disbelief. You can't blame him, frankly you've probably just been tossed so far into terrified at this point that you've flipped the scale and come back around to angry. Who the Warlords and Emperors are is something few people know, but the clashes between them is something everyone knows. They're considered the only natural disasters of the Grandline Metro, as the temperate island knows no other kind.

"Oh?" Doflamingo's gaze, still behind his glasses, turns to you.

"I worked hard for this experience," you say flatly, playing off the event as a perk of the job and not explicitly because of any relationship between you and Crocodile. "I think it would be within my rights to request that you simply leave, so I don't think my request is unacceptable."

All eyes were on you and never had your stomach been knit so tightly before. You look over at Crocodile and are relieved that the look on his face wasn't one of anger, or frustration. It was the near disinterested look of Sir Crocodile, calm and unshakable CEO of Rain Dinners.

After a second you manage to look up at Doflamingo, and are a little concerned to find that his usual smile has faded. He's not frowning, but he's not far from it.

"It seems my appetite is not what I thought it was," Doflamingo says after a moment. The growing scowl on his face is seeping into his tone. "Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)." He says quietly before turning and walking away.

Very slowly you let out a breath and try not to let your nerves get the better of you. Crocodile's steady gaze moves away from you only for a moment as he watches Doflamingo legitimately leave Baratie's. Once the mass of pink feathers are gone, he looks back at you.

"What did he say at the end?"

"Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)," you repeat. Your breath is coming out a little shakier as the adrenaline from before is trying to decide what to do.

"Then, I wouldn't panic, if I were you." Crocodile says gently.

"Eh? I angered him, didn't I?" You question. "I wasn't trying to, but I'm sure I did."

"You certainly did. However you did it, and however he took it, in the end he decided to let it go. For your sake, or mine, or his, I couldn't say." The smile, and tone, coming from Crocodile can only be described as pride, and you're not sure how you feel about that.

After a moment of silence Crocodile goes through the process of taking out a cigar and lighting it. The steady movements, and the familiar scent, help calm you down. You aren't considering starting to smoke yourself, but something grounding like that might be a good habit to pick up, especially if you were going to stay in this kind of life.

"Better?"

You nod. "Yes, thank you."

"Can you still eat?"

You let out another slow breath and smile. "If I can have a few moments and maybe a bit of wine, I believe so. You're more familiar with this than I am, can I leave ordering in your hands?"

The soft smile nearly makes your heart skip. "Of course, Miss (Y/N), it would be my pleasure."

The upside to a fancy dining experience is that it takes hours, and because it takes so long there's plenty of time between dishes to relax. After the first few minutes you could feel your muscles finally relaxing, and the small sips of wine helped. You didn't want to drink too quickly, especially since you were quite certain that the bottle of wine on the table was comparable to the cost of the necklace from the boutique.

You were certainly going to have to become more comfortable with not thinking about the costs of things, but for right now the distraction that it offered was welcome, and Crocodile was adept at assisting in distracting you. He prompted the waiter to speak on the food a little longer, asking questions that were more trivia than necessity, but his voice, and the steady cadence of easy conversation, helped you relax. After half a glass of wine and the reassurance that Doflamingo wasn't going to just pop back into the restaurant, you even asked a few questions of your own.

It might be your first time at a place like Baratie's, but Rain Dinners wasn't too far behind in terms of what it could offer as a dining experience. So, while you didn't have exacting knowledge, you did have enough of a foundation to join in. The act of you simply speaking seemed to delight the waiter, as you had been completely quiet for most of the meal.

By the time dessert had come around you were fully relaxed. You'd had a wonderful conversation with both the waiter and Crocodile as the evening had progressed, and you were pleasantly full without being stuffed. Two glasses of wine over a couple hours hadn't hurt anything either, while also not being enough to cause any issues, or lapses in judgement.

"All things considered," you admit after letting the dessert just melt in your mouth. "This is the best date I've ever been on."

"I find that statement concerns me, more than comforts me, Miss (Y/N)." Crocodile admits.

You smile, and there's maybe an edge to it. "Well, I wasn't bitten, the restaurant didn't catch on fire, there wasn't a rat trying to crawl up my leg, and you didn't spend the entire day talking about exceptionally detailed trivia concerning customized computer cooling systems, including, but not limited to, ones that utilized liquid nitrogen, with such fervor as to wonder why I had gone mute after two hours." You're finding an odd delight at the strained look on Crocodile's face. He's trying to remain neutral, but you can see something cracking at the edges of his expression.

"... What bit you?" He asks after a moment's pause.

"My date." You answer evenly. "I had to get stitches. It wasn't even the worst date I've had."

There's an audible, almost loud, clink of a fork against the plate and Crocodile is pinching the bridge of his nose. You almost wish you were teasing him, because now you feel a little guilty.

"You've never had a bad date?"

"I'm beginning to think so." He answers almost immediately.

"What's the worst date you ever had?" you prompt. "I'm honestly surprised we haven't talked about this before."

Crocodile sighs, you're obviously enjoying the distraction, but you can tell before he says anything that he's not keen on the topic.

"You don't have to-."

"She threw up on me." He says flatly, his brows furrowing.

"Oh. Well. That's a concise way to end an evening." You admit, trying very hard not to picture the scene.

"Indeed." He admits.

You reach out and grab his wine glass, filling his and then yours. You hand it back and hold your glass up for a toast.

"To us, then, and no more bad dates."

"To us," he agrees and you both drink.

With dinner completed, you return to the car. Crocodile opens the door for you, kissing your hand after you're seated, and then Mr. One opens the door for his boss, before sitting in the driver's seat. You can feel yourself squirming before your door's closed.

"Where would you like to end this evening, Miss (Y/N)?" Crocodile questions.

"Huh?"

"Would you be comfortable coming to my home? Or shall we return to the hotel?" He leans in and whispers against your neck. "I can't return you home just yet. I don't want your neighbors to hear the sounds you make for me."

Your face goes red as you turn to look at him. "H-hotel." You manage.

"May I ask why, Miss (Y/N)?"

"I... don't know that I want to be delayed by a tour."

Those predatory eyes hold your gaze for a moment before moving to your lips. "Then I won't allow you to be delayed by one."

"Mr. One," you manage to turn your head just a little. "I would like to go to Sir Crocodile's h-home, please."

"Understood."

. . . . . .

"Little desert flower, if you value those undergarments, I would recommend removing them." He leans down, whispering in your ear. "But do leave the dress on."

You face flushes hotly as you comply, tossing your lingerie off to the side as you slip it off from under your dress. The golden amber eyes that watch your every movement make your skin hot, and the pleased grin you catch glimpses of as your gaze moves to his face only add to it.

Suwani had been true to his word. You barely glimpsed the interior of his home, seeing enough only to know it was a massive mansion, before you found yourself in his bedroom. Even though it's where you found yourself right now, there was nothing to see but the man in front of you. The only detail you knew for certain was that there was a bed, and the faint, comfortable scent of cigars and warm sand.

His arms are around you when you're done, hands gripping you firmly as he leans down and devours your lips. The needy squeeze of your ass hikes the dress up, and your gasp of pleasure and surprise is all he needs as his tongue slips into your mouth. He consumes you and your moans, the heavy pressure and hot wet kisses stealing your breath and making your head spin.

He lifts you up without breaking embrace and walks over to the bed. Sitting down with you in his lap, legs on either side of his, his hand pulls at the dress until his warm fingers are against your thigh. The smooth glass prosthetic slides along your back, sending shivers through you at the cool touch. You lean back to break the kiss, gasping for air as his kisses shift to your neck and run along your collarbone.

"Suwani," you gasp, steadying yourself against him with your hands on his shoulders. "It feels like you're trying to eat me."

There's a low rumbled hum as his hands tighten against you for a second, before he grumbles into your chest. "Nothing but a picture since Friday, and then three days of dealing with that feathered bastard practically purring at you. I am beyond my limit, (Y/N)." There was no 'miss' at the beginning of your name, and the heat in his words dove into your core.

"Mm, and perhaps I will eat you," his voice rumbles as his golden amber eyes pull you into his gaze.

He leans back, grabbing your thighs and pulling you up to his face. It's easy to forget how strong he is until he does something like this, but you don't have much time to appreciate it as his mouth pushes into your slit. His fingers are laced between yours, and you hold onto them to steady yourself, gasping and squirming from the sudden rush of pleasure.

The embarrassment of sitting on his face is lost in the toe-curling pleasure of his lips and tongue teasing your clit.

His hands move yours behind your back, crossing your wrists and holding them in place with his prosthetic hand. You had been pinned down by him before, but this felt different, and the pleasure between your thighs spikes as you pull against the hand that holds you. His warm hand slides down the back of your thigh until he reaches the back of your knee, and then his fingernails dig in. Trailing sharp lines along the tender skin, the slight sting is almost lost in the pleasure, and you cry out his name as he sucks on your clit.

Your body goes taut as the orgasm pushes through you, a pleased hum from Crocodile against your sensitive body nearly causes spots to dance across your blurry vision. You twitch and tremble as he makes sure you ride out the pleasure, but there's no pause as you come down from your peak.

He doesn't stop. If anything, he seems to be getting more aggressive.

Your shaky legs aren't holding you up as each twitch and twist sends jolts through your body. Your shivering gasps of pleasure are turning into breathless, plaintive whimpers.

"S-Suwani I, hngh, I c-can't-!" Your voice is broken mid thought as a long hot finger pushes into your soaking folds.

The only indication he's even aware of your words is a deep pleased hum that sinks into you. His hand holding your wrists has leaned you forward a little, letting his finger push deeper into you.

Your arms twist against the unbreakable grip of his hand, and despite wanting a reprieve from the building pleasure, the struggle stirs something in your core. You feel a rush at being held in place that sends powerful lines of pleasure through your body.

"It's - haaa - not fair!" Your pout is practically dripping with pleasure, and any further words you had were lost as a second finger pushes into you.

The slight stretch was enough, added to everything else, to rush you over the edge again. Your toes and legs curled in one direction while your torso bent in the other, your body at odds with the pleasure, trapped as you were.

His name tumbles from your lips as your body tumbles into the bed. Your legs and arms feel like lead as you sink into the fluffy comforter. The air is cool against the thin layer of sweat clinging to you, and you're only slightly aware of Crocodile as he untangles himself from your legs.

He helps you turn onto your back, and the glint in his eyes reminds you of his namesake. The fact that you were trapped in his jaws until he saw fit to release you was not lost on your addled mind.

He licks the glistening signs of your pleasure from his lips as his eyes drink you in. You feel like you're being devoured again and can feel your own body stir as he removes his jacket, ascot, and shirt with practiced, deliberate movements. The motions are for your benefit, you're quite aware, and the tanned body looming over you is poised to strike again.

He leans down, kissing the fabric of the dress along your hips and stomach. Slowly, deeply, gently. Whether he's giving you a chance to recover, or savoring his next meal, you're not sure, but the soft kisses find your fingers. Warm lips soothe shaky arms and trail along your collarbone before nuzzling into your neck. You can feel the warmth of him around you, even as he's taking care to keep his weight off you.

"I am restraining myself," he murmurs into your neck.

"I know," you reply softly, finding strength in your arms enough to move them. You slide your hands over his bare shoulders and can feel yourself greedily wanting more.

There's a moment of quiet and he moves over you, reaching for something. You bite your lip, worried your actions will spur him on too strongly, but you take advantage of his position over you and undo his belt. You can feel his body freeze in place, and your face flush as you continue moving, undoing the button of his pants, and pulling the zipper down.

You aren't sure how far you mean to go, but you hear and see him take in a deep breath, and you can feel his control cracking.

"Don't... don't." You manage to say, feeling him shift. Your words get him to stay in place and you clarify. "Move up."

"...Up?" His voice has an edge, and you think it's best you can't see his face right now.

You swallow hard, running your hand lightly over the rock-hard erection straining against his underpants. "I... want to try to, um ... eat... you."

You can feel his entire body twitch, and after a second he moves, but not in the direction you had requested. His lips capture yours before you can pout or protest, and the moan that rumbles in his chest elicits a similar sound from you. His hands pull the straps of your dress down, the fabric bunching up as your breasts are exposed and your arms are held tightly against your sides.

You squeak into the kiss from the sensation, and he smiles as he leans back. Your face is hot and you're gasping for breath, and once again it's unfair that you're the only one so affected by all of this.

"Don't make that face," he says, leaning down and kissing your red cheeks. "You can have your fill another day, but right now there's a different part of you that I want to be devoured by, and I cannot wait any longer."

He pulls the skirt of your dress up, and while you can't see much from your current position, you can feel him pressing against you. He brings one of your legs up to his hips, rubbing his cock against your clit and causing you to suck in a breath, squirming under him before he begins to push deep inside you. Your hands grip your dress, as it's all you can reach with your arms pinned by the sleeves, and you bite your lip, trying to hold in the unexpected moan that tears through you.

"So close already?" He muses, hooking your leg over the crook of his arm. He reaches out and teases your nipple with one hand, while the thumb of his other hand rolls over your clit.

The pleasurable feeling makes you tremble and shiver, shifting against the hard flesh inside you as he teases you with his hands. You're going to cum again and a moment ago you weren't sure you had the energy to do so.

"S-suwani! I'm... haa, it's not fair, I'm c-c-hnnngh!!" Your body tenses and your back arches, pushing him deeper into you as you cum hard against him. Your face is red, and you can feel heat down into your shoulders, panting as you feel his gaze taking you in.

It's surprising that there's something more arousing about being almost clothed. You almost feel more exposed and vulnerable like this than you did your first night with him, when there was nothing between the two of you but air.

"Mm, I could listen to you for hours," His voice is smooth and deep, and it's practically dripping with desire.

He leans over you as he begins to move, kissing you deeply as slow movements and warm hands pry soft moans from you. Passion and desire push into you with the kiss, and your head begins to swim from the lack of air before he releases you.

He moves along your neck, licking and nipping at the tender flesh, pulling gasps and moans from you as his mouth teases your hard nipples. His hips never lose their pace, and you can feel pleasure pooling in your thighs again, your body shuddering against the building of pleasure.

"Forgive me, my love," Crocodile says in a voice far shakier than you expected.

He leans back, holding your hips, and begins to thrust into you in earnest. Before now his focus had been your pleasure, and while he wasn't hurting you by any stretch of the word, the motion was fast and deep, and it pushed air and sound from you without much mercy. You have nothing you can hold onto or steady yourself against, and you're almost too tired to manage it even if you could move more freely.

Your legs and toes curl around him as his heavy pace falters. You're too tired for your body to clench, but there's a satisfying fog of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel him twitch and finish inside you.

He leans down as he pulls out, and kisses you gently.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, breathing heavy still, as he turns you to your side, enough to release the clasp of the dress and undo the zipper, pulling it down and freeing your arms. Warm kisses falls on your shoulders and down your back as he pulls the dress off you, tossing it to the floor.

Your face is a deep red as you find your voice. "You called me... your love."

"I did."

"... Truly?"

"I did not say it lightly, (Y/N)." He assures you, laying down beside you, pulling your back to his chest gently. "I don't want you to feel ob-."

"Me too." You interrupt, feeling the blush in your face rush through your body. "I... knew it was hopeless after the first month, but I kept trying to manage my expectations. But the sound of a new message, every word we exchanged, I hadn't felt so comfortable before.

"And then... everything after that was just..." You're not sure the word to use, your mind still fuzzy from earlier.

The hum in Crocodile's chest warms your heart as his arms wrap around you.

You turn and look up at him. "I'm not delusional," you assert. "I know what it means that you're a Warlord. I might not know all the details, but I understand you're not, um, conventionally a good person. I want you to know I know that."

"I haven't thought you to be naïve at any point." He assures you.

"Good... then, please let me love you." You say, your eyes holding his gaze.

"As you wish, my love." 

[sir-sunawani]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 12: Eyes

"I'm going to kill him." Crocodile growls, and you can feel the anger radiating off him.

"Please don't." You say quietly, pleadingly – almost desperately, and you can see him force himself to calm down. It wasn't that you didn't understand his reaction, but you didn't want to essentially be the trigger for a war between two Warlords.

Doflamingo came over to the table, a gorgeous young lady on his arm, dressed in a nice suit, with the giant feathery coat draped over his shoulders. As elegant and well-dressed as both he and his date looked, there was nothing else shared between them. Not that they needed to match, but the contrast struck you as your brain scrambled to take in the situation.

"Are you here to celebrate the stunning success of the auction as well, Croco-baby?" Doflamingo questions, finally turning away from Crocodile and looking at you. "And what a way to cele- oh." Doflamingo's eyes widen, but you're only sure of it because his whole face shows his shock for a second.

"Fufufu, Miss (Y/N)," the delight in Doflamingo's voice was nothing compared to the action that followed. He lowers his glasses and levels a steady gaze at you.

Your soul drops into your feet, and you can feel the very center of your being go cold. Doflamingo was handsome, almost hauntingly beautiful with his glasses lowered, and if you weren't acutely aware of who he was, you could imagine getting pulled into that gaze. As it was, you were more unsettled by how easily he let you see his eyes. Crocodile's words of warning from days before were repeating in your brain, but for the couple of seconds the entire interaction took, you couldn't look away.

"An unexpected turn of events, but what a delight it is to see you here as well." The pink-feathered Warlord nearly purrs.

"There's no delight to be found in your company, Doflamingo." Crocodile growls.

Doflamingo winks at you before returning his glasses to their proper place. "Haven't had a chance to relax yet, hey Croco?" He teases. "Don't be cruel, let us join you. A double date! Just imagine what the papers will say about this. Or better yet, those old fools of the W.G."

"Only if you behave." You say forcefully. You have no idea where your courage is coming from currently, but the lady on Doflamingo's arm seems incredibly relaxed, and for some reason that brings you comfort. You're not glaring at the man when you speak, but you've let your professional tone take over.

Crocodile's anger is shattered and replaced with nothing short of incredible disbelief. You can't blame him, frankly you've probably just been tossed so far into terrified at this point that you've flipped the scale and come back around to angry. Who the Warlords and Emperors are is something few people know, but the clashes between them is something everyone knows. They're considered the only natural disasters of the Grandline Metro, as the temperate island knows no other kind.

"Oh?" Doflamingo's gaze, still behind his glasses, turns to you.

"I worked hard for this experience," you say flatly, playing off the event as a perk of the job and not explicitly because of any relationship between you and Crocodile. "I think it would be within my rights to request that you simply leave, so I don't think my request is unacceptable."

All eyes were on you and never had your stomach been knit so tightly before. You look over at Crocodile and are relieved that the look on his face wasn't one of anger, or frustration. It was the near disinterested look of Sir Crocodile, calm and unshakable CEO of Rain Dinners.

After a second you manage to look up at Doflamingo, and are a little concerned to find that his usual smile has faded. He's not frowning, but he's not far from it.

"It seems my appetite is not what I thought it was," Doflamingo says after a moment. The growing scowl on his face is seeping into his tone. "Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)." He says quietly before turning and walking away.

Very slowly you let out a breath and try not to let your nerves get the better of you. Crocodile's steady gaze moves away from you only for a moment as he watches Doflamingo legitimately leave Baratie's. Once the mass of pink feathers are gone, he looks back at you.

"What did he say at the end?"

"Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)," you repeat. Your breath is coming out a little shakier as the adrenaline from before is trying to decide what to do.

"Then, I wouldn't panic, if I were you." Crocodile says gently.

"Eh? I angered him, didn't I?" You question. "I wasn't trying to, but I'm sure I did."

"You certainly did. However you did it, and however he took it, in the end he decided to let it go. For your sake, or mine, or his, I couldn't say." The smile, and tone, coming from Crocodile can only be described as pride, and you're not sure how you feel about that.

After a moment of silence Crocodile goes through the process of taking out a cigar and lighting it. The steady movements, and the familiar scent, help calm you down. You aren't considering starting to smoke yourself, but something grounding like that might be a good habit to pick up, especially if you were going to stay in this kind of life.

"Better?"

You nod. "Yes, thank you."

"Can you still eat?"

You let out another slow breath and smile. "If I can have a few moments and maybe a bit of wine, I believe so. You're more familiar with this than I am, can I leave ordering in your hands?"

The soft smile nearly makes your heart skip. "Of course, Miss (Y/N), it would be my pleasure."

The upside to a fancy dining experience is that it takes hours, and because it takes so long there's plenty of time between dishes to relax. After the first few minutes you could feel your muscles finally relaxing, and the small sips of wine helped. You didn't want to drink too quickly, especially since you were quite certain that the bottle of wine on the table was comparable to the cost of the necklace from the boutique.

You were certainly going to have to become more comfortable with not thinking about the costs of things, but for right now the distraction that it offered was welcome, and Crocodile was adept at assisting in distracting you. He prompted the waiter to speak on the food a little longer, asking questions that were more trivia than necessity, but his voice, and the steady cadence of easy conversation, helped you relax. After half a glass of wine and the reassurance that Doflamingo wasn't going to just pop back into the restaurant, you even asked a few questions of your own.

It might be your first time at a place like Baratie's, but Rain Dinners wasn't too far behind in terms of what it could offer as a dining experience. So, while you didn't have exacting knowledge, you did have enough of a foundation to join in. The act of you simply speaking seemed to delight the waiter, as you had been completely quiet for most of the meal.

By the time dessert had come around you were fully relaxed. You'd had a wonderful conversation with both the waiter and Crocodile as the evening had progressed, and you were pleasantly full without being stuffed. Two glasses of wine over a couple hours hadn't hurt anything either, while also not being enough to cause any issues, or lapses in judgement.

"All things considered," you admit after letting the dessert just melt in your mouth. "This is the best date I've ever been on."

"I find that statement concerns me, more than comforts me, Miss (Y/N)." Crocodile admits.

You smile, and there's maybe an edge to it. "Well, I wasn't bitten, the restaurant didn't catch on fire, there wasn't a rat trying to crawl up my leg, and you didn't spend the entire day talking about exceptionally detailed trivia concerning customized computer cooling systems, including, but not limited to, ones that utilized liquid nitrogen, with such fervor as to wonder why I had gone mute after two hours." You're finding an odd delight at the strained look on Crocodile's face. He's trying to remain neutral, but you can see something cracking at the edges of his expression.

"... What bit you?" He asks after a moment's pause.

"My date." You answer evenly. "I had to get stitches. It wasn't even the worst date I've had."

(A/N: all these are personal true stories except one.)

There's an audible, almost loud, clink of a fork against the plate and Crocodile is pinching the bridge of his nose. You almost wish you were teasing him, because now you feel a little guilty.

"You've never had a bad date?"

"I'm beginning to think so." He answers almost immediately.

"What's the worst date you ever had?" you prompt. "I'm honestly surprised we haven't talked about this before."

Crocodile sighs, you're obviously enjoying the distraction, but you can tell before he says anything that he's not keen on the topic.

"You don't have to-."

"She threw up on me." He says flatly, his brows furrowing.

"Oh. Well. That's a concise way to end an evening." You admit, trying very hard not to picture the scene.

"Indeed." He admits.

You reach out and grab his wine glass, filling his and then yours. You hand it back and hold your glass up for a toast.

"To us, then, and no more bad dates."

"To us," he agrees and you both drink.

With dinner completed, you return to the car. Crocodile opens the door for you, kissing your hand after you're seated, and then Mr. One opens the door for his boss, before sitting in the driver's seat. You can feel yourself squirming before your door's closed.

"Where would you like to end this evening, Miss (Y/N)?" Crocodile questions.

"Huh?"

"Would you be comfortable coming to my home? Or shall we return to the hotel?" He leans in and whispers against your neck. "I can't return you home just yet. I don't want your neighbors to hear the sounds you make for me."

Your face goes red as you turn to look at him. "H-hotel." You manage.

"May I ask why, Miss (Y/N)?"

"I... don't know that I want to be delayed by a tour."

Those predatory eyes hold your gaze for a moment before moving to your lips. "Then I won't allow you to be delayed by one."

"Mr. One," you manage to turn your head just a little. "I would like to go to Sir Crocodile's h-home, please."

"Understood."

. . . . . .

"Little desert flower, if you value those undergarments, I would recommend removing them." He leans down, whispering in your ear. "But do leave the dress on."

You face flushes hotly as you comply, tossing your lingerie off to the side as you slip it off from under your dress. The golden amber eyes that watch your every movement make your skin hot, and the pleased grin you catch glimpses of as your gaze moves to his face only add to it.

Suwani had been true to his word. You barely glimpsed the interior of his home, seeing enough only to know it was a massive mansion, before you found yourself in his bedroom. Even though it's where you found yourself right now, there was nothing to see but the man in front of you. The only detail you knew for certain was that there was a bed, and the faint, comfortable scent of cigars and warm sand.

His arms are around you when you're done, hands gripping you firmly as he leans down and devours your lips. The needy squeeze of your ass hikes the dress up, and your gasp of pleasure and surprise is all he needs as his tongue slips into your mouth. He consumes you and your moans, the heavy pressure and hot wet kisses stealing your breath and making your head spin.

He lifts you up without breaking embrace and walks over to the bed. Sitting down with you in his lap, legs on either side of his, his hand pulls at the dress until his warm fingers are against your thigh. The smooth glass prosthetic slides along your back, sending shivers through you at the cool touch. You lean back to break the kiss, gasping for air as his kisses shift to your neck and run along your collarbone.

"Suwani," you gasp, steadying yourself against him with your hands on his shoulders. "It feels like you're trying to eat me."

There's a low rumbled hum as his hands tighten against you for a second, before he grumbles into your chest. "Nothing but a picture since Friday, and then three days of dealing with that feathered bastard practically purring at you. I am beyond my limit, (Y/N)." There was no 'miss' at the beginning of your name, and the heat in his words dove into your core.

"Mm, and perhaps I will eat you," his voice rumbles as his golden amber eyes pull you into his gaze.

He leans back, grabbing your thighs and pulling you up to his face. It's easy to forget how strong he is until he does something like this, but you don't have much time to appreciate it as his mouth pushes into your slit. His fingers are laced between yours, and you hold onto them to steady yourself, gasping and squirming from the sudden rush of pleasure.

The embarrassment of sitting on his face is lost in the toe-curling pleasure of his lips and tongue teasing your clit.

His hands move yours behind your back, crossing your wrists and holding them in place with his prosthetic hand. You had been pinned down by him before, but this felt different, and the pleasure between your thighs spikes as you pull against the hand that holds you. His warm hand slides down the back of your thigh until he reaches the back of your knee, and then his fingernails dig in. Trailing sharp lines along the tender skin, the slight sting is almost lost in the pleasure, and you cry out his name as he sucks on your clit.

Your body goes taut as the orgasm pushes through you, a pleased hum from Crocodile against your sensitive body nearly causes spots to dance across your blurry vision. You twitch and tremble as he makes sure you ride out the pleasure, but there's no pause as you come down from your peak.

He doesn't stop. If anything, he seems to be getting more aggressive.

Your shaky legs aren't holding you up as each twitch and twist sends jolts through your body. Your shivering gasps of pleasure are turning into breathless, plaintive whimpers.

"S-Suwani I, hngh, I c-can't-!" Your voice is broken mid thought as a long hot finger pushes into your soaking folds.

The only indication he's even aware of your words is a deep pleased hum that sinks into you. His hand holding your wrists has leaned you forward a little, letting his finger push deeper into you.

Your arms twist against the unbreakable grip of his hand, and despite wanting a reprieve from the building pleasure, the struggle stirs something in your core. You feel a rush at being held in place that sends powerful lines of pleasure through your body.

"It's - haaa - not fair!" Your pout is practically dripping with pleasure, and any further words you had were lost as a second finger pushes into you.

The slight stretch was enough, added to everything else, to rush you over the edge again. Your toes and legs curled in one direction while your torso bent in the other, your body at odds with the pleasure, trapped as you were.

His name tumbles from your lips as your body tumbles into the bed. Your legs and arms feel like lead as you sink into the fluffy comforter. The air is cool against the thin layer of sweat clinging to you, and you're only slightly aware of Crocodile as he untangles himself from your legs.

He helps you turn onto your back, and the glint in his eyes reminds you of his namesake. The fact that you were trapped in his jaws until he saw fit to release you was not lost on your addled mind.

He licks the glistening signs of your pleasure from his lips as his eyes drink you in. You feel like you're being devoured again and can feel your own body stir as he removes his jacket, ascot, and shirt with practiced, deliberate movements. The motions are for your benefit, you're quite aware, and the tanned body looming over you is poised to strike again.

He leans down, kissing the fabric of the dress along your hips and stomach. Slowly, deeply, gently. Whether he's giving you a chance to recover, or savoring his next meal, you're not sure, but the soft kisses find your fingers. Warm lips soothe shaky arms and trail along your collarbone before nuzzling into your neck. You can feel the warmth of him around you, even as he's taking care to keep his weight off you.

"I am restraining myself," he murmurs into your neck.

"I know," you reply softly, finding strength in your arms enough to move them. You slide your hands over his bare shoulders and can feel yourself greedily wanting more.

There's a moment of quiet and he moves over you, reaching for something. You bite your lip, worried your actions will spur him on too strongly, but you take advantage of his position over you and undo his belt. You can feel his body freeze in place, and your face flush as you continue moving, undoing the button of his pants, and pulling the zipper down.

You aren't sure how far you mean to go, but you hear and see him take in a deep breath, and you can feel his control cracking.

"Don't... don't." You manage to say, feeling him shift. Your words get him to stay in place and you clarify. "Move up."

"...Up?" His voice has an edge, and you think it's best you can't see his face right now.

You swallow hard, running your hand lightly over the rock-hard erection straining against his underpants. "I... want to try to, um ... eat... you."

You can feel his entire body twitch, and after a second he moves, but not in the direction you had requested. His lips capture yours before you can pout or protest, and the moan that rumbles in his chest elicits a similar sound from you. His hands pull the straps of your dress down, the fabric bunching up as your breasts are exposed and your arms are held tightly against your sides.

You squeak into the kiss from the sensation, and he smiles as he leans back. Your face is hot and you're gasping for breath, and once again it's unfair that you're the only one so affected by all of this.

"Don't make that face," he says, leaning down and kissing your red cheeks. "You can have your fill another day, but right now there's a different part of you that I want to be devoured by, and I cannot wait any longer."

He pulls the skirt of your dress up, and while you can't see much from your current position, you can feel him pressing against you. He brings one of your legs up to his hips, rubbing his cock against your clit and causing you to suck in a breath, squirming under him before he begins to push deep inside you. Your hands grip your dress, as it's all you can reach with your arms pinned by the sleeves, and you bite your lip, trying to hold in the unexpected moan that tears through you.

"So close already?" He muses, hooking your leg over the crook of his arm. He reaches out and teases your nipple with one hand, while the thumb of his other hand rolls over your clit.

The pleasurable feeling makes you tremble and shiver, shifting against the hard flesh inside you as he teases you with his hands. You're going to cum again and a moment ago you weren't sure you had the energy to do so.

"S-suwani! I'm... haa, it's not fair, I'm c-c-hnnngh!!" Your body tenses and your back arches, pushing him deeper into you as you cum hard against him. Your face is red, and you can feel heat down into your shoulders, panting as you feel his gaze taking you in.

It's surprising that there's something more arousing about being almost clothed. You almost feel more exposed and vulnerable like this than you did your first night with him, when there was nothing between the two of you but air.

"Mm, I could listen to you for hours," His voice is smooth and deep, and it's practically dripping with desire.

He leans over you as he begins to move, kissing you deeply as slow movements and warm hands pry soft moans from you. Passion and desire push into you with the kiss, and your head begins to swim from the lack of air before he releases you.

He moves along your neck, licking and nipping at the tender flesh, pulling gasps and moans from you as his mouth teases your hard nipples. His hips never lose their pace, and you can feel pleasure pooling in your thighs again, your body shuddering against the building of pleasure.

"Forgive me, my love," Crocodile says in a voice far shakier than you expected.

He leans back, holding your hips, and begins to thrust into you in earnest. Before now his focus had been your pleasure, and while he wasn't hurting you by any stretch of the word, the motion was fast and deep, and it pushed air and sound from you without much mercy. You have nothing you can hold onto or steady yourself against, and you're almost too tired to manage it even if you could move more freely.

Your legs and toes curl around him as his heavy pace falters. You're too tired for your body to clench, but there's a satisfying fog of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel him twitch and finish inside you.

He leans down as he pulls out, and kisses you gently.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, breathing heavy still, as he turns you to your side, enough to release the clasp of the dress and undo the zipper, pulling it down and freeing your arms. Warm kisses falls on your shoulders and down your back as he pulls the dress off you, tossing it to the floor.

Your face is a deep red as you find your voice. "You called me... your love."

"I did."

"... Truly?"

"I did not say it lightly, (Y/N)." He assures you, laying down beside you, pulling your back to his chest gently. "I don't want you to feel ob-."

"Me too." You interrupt, feeling the blush in your face rush through your body. "I... knew it was hopeless after the first month, but I kept trying to manage my expectations. But the sound of a new message, every word we exchanged, I hadn't felt so comfortable before.

"And then... everything after that was just..." You're not sure the word to use, your mind still fuzzy from earlier.

The hum in Crocodile's chest warms your heart as his arms wrap around you.

You turn and look up at him. "I'm not delusional," you assert. "I know what it means that you're a Warlord. I might not know all the details, but I understand you're not, um, conventionally a good person. I want you to know I know that."

"I haven't thought you to be naïve at any point." He assures you.

"Good... then, please let me love you." You say, your eyes holding his gaze.

"As you wish, my love." 

[mairon-goth-minion]

All right this is too funny I have to (not gonna write it in the usual very literary Tolkien style because I personally find it funnier this way)

“ADA! YOU CANNOT DO THIS! I’M NOT GOING! IF I GO, MY LIFE WILL BE OFFICIALLY OVER!”

Curufin turned to his son, sighing.

“For the last time, Cele, you do not have a choice. Now pack your bags.”

“NO! I’M STAYING HERE WITH GREAT UNCLE FINARFIN! AT LEAST HE UNDERSTANDS ME!”

“He’s just too polite to tell you to shut up. Now get ready.”

Curufin leaves, slamming the door to his son’s room. Sensing a nearby presence, he lifts his head to see his oldest brother.

“Cele’s causing problems again?”

Usually, Curufin would get mad, saying that the way he raised his son was his own, but he was just so exhausted.

“Yeah, he wants to stay. With Finarfin.”

Maedhros stifles a laugh.

“Don’t let Ada hear that. He’d get so mad.”

“Not as much as me. That child thinks he knows everything.”

“Well, none of us really do. Maybe he’s wiser than us.”

“Him? The kid who just last week had a breakdown because he couldn’t find his favorite hammer?”

“Good point. But Ada had one just like that just last month.”

Curufin laughs, agreeing. He doesn’t often talk with his old brother. It’s nice.

“I hope he doesn’t turn out like our beloved father. Eru help me if that’s ever the case.”

“Want me to talk to him?”

“Huh?”

“Talk to Cele? Maybe I can convince him to change his mind.”

“Ha! Good luck with that. Sometimes, I wonder why I ever had a kid. So troublesome.”

Maedhros smiles. He knows that Curufin loves his son more than anything, despite the kid’s attitude.

The tall redhead enters the room, and Curufin stays behind, listening at the door.

“GET YOUR STUFF READY NOW! I’L BE BACK IN TEN MINUTES AND IF EVERYTHING’S NOT READY, I’LL TELL YOUR GRANDFATHER THAT YOU’D RATHER BE WITH FINARFIN!”

Curufin smiles, slightly surprised. It’s been a while since Maitimo last yelled at someone. It’s really rare, but Curufin recalls it being when the more troublesome members of the family (aka Celegorm, Caranthir, Amrod and Amras) made a mess or got into trouble. In a way, it warms Curufin’s heart to think that his brother would stop being nice just for him.

Just like if thinking about him had somehow summoned him, Celegorm appears.

“DO MY EARS DECEIVE ME OR IS MAE-MAE SCREAMING AT SOMEONE???”

Curufin’s suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of annoyance. “Your ears aren’t deceived, and you’re the one screaming right now.”

At that moment, Maedhros leaves the room.

“I think that he’s packing now.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. We’re brothers, after all, and he’s my family. No one gets left behind. You guys and I, that’s forever. You may annoy me, but you’re my family, and I’d sooner die than leave one of you behind.”

I need more fics about dramatic teenage Celebrimbor having a breakdown because his dad is making him move to another continent for stupid family revenge reasons and this is going to absolutely ruin his life

[formulapookie]

💚🧡

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Juice franky/mig, 3.1k smut

As he gets dragged to his boyfriend’s motorhome Mig thinks he’s hit the jackpot. Maybe it was immoral, to make a deal with Bez to have him flirt with him in front of Franky just to rile the other up and make him jealous.

Franky is not a jealous guy, he’s protective, yeah, but he rarely shows possessiveness or jealousy, at least to him. But it’s been a while Mig noticed how more touchy he tends to get when they’re close to other people, especially Bez or Luca, which, yeah kinda makes sense since he’s got history with them. Franky will wrap a hand around his waist, or rest his head on Mig’s shoulder, or hug him from behind, or even has him sit on his lap or thigh despite there being free or empty seats next to them whenever those two are close.

And Mig loves it. No one has ever acted this way with him, before Franky no one got so possessive of him, and he didn’t have a proper relationship either, Bez and Luca were more like fuckbuddies. But Franky is much more.

And one thing about Franky that makes Mig go absolutely crazy is how well he eats him out. The first time they fucked, around two years ago now, when Franky had seen how wet he was just from them making out and him telling Mig he was perfect, Franky’s eyes basically sparkled, and Mig vividly remembers he licked his lips before going down on him, making him come from that alone before even fucking him.

So when Bez started being all flirty and touchy with him after they smoked a joint with him and Cele Franky had immediately  tried to get Mig to sit on his lap, but this time Mig had freed himself from FRanky’s hold and sat beside Bez, talking about his tattoos and complimenting him for how “impressively strong you are to get all these tattoos”.

And that made Franky snap. In a way Mig had probably never seen before. There was so much want in those eyes he almost whimpered just at the sight. Then he had grabbed Mig by the arm and dragged him away from the parking lot they were smoking in, saying to the others “Sorry we need to talk about something”.

So that’s how they are currently stumbling inside Frankys’ motorhome, and that’s how Mig can already feel his pussy getting wet.

When he gets pinned against the door Franky just locked he feels overwhelmed already, big hands on his hips gluing him against the cold material of the motorhome, while Franky’s lips smash on his with such a force he thinks his breath is getting sucked from him.

His hands end up on Franky’s chest, trying to find a minimal grip or stability. The older keeps his hands just there, they don’t move, they’re basically making him become one with the door.

“I was fine” Franky breaks away just to immediately going to bite at his neck “with you having fun with Bez, joke with him” the next bite is lower, almost on the collarbone “but I’m not fucking fine with you shamelessly flirting with him in front of me Andre” the third bite is on his jugular, canines sharp against his skin there, if Franky was a vampire Mig would gladly let him bite him and turn him, just to feel those teeth in his flesh.

“Fuck” he’s already whimpering, knees weak just from some making out and the knowledge he’s gonna get a really good treatment once they manage to get to the bed.

Only they don’t get to the bed, Mig gets dragged once again without the possibility to resist, this time to the kitchen, and Franky picks him up and sits him on the counter, placing a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in for another deep kiss, then letting go moving both his hands to tug Mig’s jeans down as he lifts his hips up, discarding them on the floor.

A groan leaves Frankky’s chest when he sees Mig wearing those godforsaken panties he bought in July for their anniversary. They’re dark green and lacy, because of course Mig would go for Franky’s favorite color.

Mig would want to tease him about liking them so much, but he needs him to do something about the heat that’s pooling between his legs. And Franky knows how impatient the other can get, so much so that a few times they had to get out of a dinner with the academy just because Mig wanted it so badly and obviously didn’t even try to wait until he was home.

Franky grabs both his thighs and pulls Mig towards the edge of the counter just a bit to be more comfortable, then lets go of them and hooks a finger in the side of the panties, moving them to have full access to his pussy.

Mig is biting his bottom lip trying not to let out any kind of sound before Franky even gets his mouth on him, but it’s difficult if he makes eye contact with him and he’s met with pure lust on the other side.

In one split second Franky’s mouth is on him, already sucking on his clit, one hand keeping the panties on the side and the other caressing his thigh. Then suddenly the light hold on his thigh tightens, it becomes demanding and possessive, he can see the meat dipping under Franky’s fingers, as he inhales deeply before opening his mouth more and giving a long lick between the folds of his pussy, tasting already how wet he is.

At that point he can’t keep quiet anymore, and lets out a small whimper, making Franky chuckle against his cunt, making him go half crazy with it. He wants it, wants Franky to eat him out for so long he doesn’t even remember anymore where they are.

Franky goes back to suck on his clit, and Mig can’t help but move one hand in his hair, fingers tangling with the growing curls. It already feels so good, the hand not in Franky’s hair is curled around the edge of the counter for some stability, but it won’t be much use once FRanky really gets into it.

And it’s just what happens, with the older pushing his tongue inside, his nose just above Mig’s clit and the filthy sounds getting louder.

Franky is not a forgiving person, Mig knows that, he knows that by pulling that little stunt earlier he’s in for something good, really fucking good.

His boyfriend also decides he wants to kill him probably, because he starts to alternate thrusting with his tongue inside him to sucking and lightly biting at his clit, there is no stability left in Mig, no sense of control whatsoever, he’s just in the hands of the man in front of him, and God does he love it.

Once Franky moves all his attention back to thrusting his tongue inside him Mig alost dies, he’s being loud, he’s pretty sure anyone around the motorhome can hear him moan, and when Franky hums as he pulls at his hair he loses control completely, and comes right on the spot, making a mess both on the counter and Franky’s face, and he would’ve probably moaned again at the sensation of the older taking his tongue out if Franky didn't get up to kiss him immediately afterwards, silencing his sounds.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, yes? I’m not finished with you” “God yes please”

Franky gets a hand around Mig’s waist and pulls him up, they’ll clean up after. Or tomorrow, who cares. The important thing for Franky right now is to have his boyfriend on the bed and moaning under him, that’s all he really wants, to remind him only he can make him feel this good.

So when Mig wraps his legs around him more or less steadily he’s quick in carrying him to the bedroom and not so gently lay him down on the soft mattress, but what he’s quick at is smashing their lips together again, both hands moving to remove the now soaked panties Mig chose were the brightest thing to wear. 

He throws them somewhere random in the room, they’ll have time to find them later when they’re both out of this lust tunnel they got dragged into.

Mig moans in the kiss and grabs Franky’s back, digging his nails in it a bit, knowing he goes crazy for it. Mig is still wearing a shirt, and Franky does a quick work of taking it off, leaving kisses all over his collarbone and chest, then going back to attack his neck and leave a few hickeys on it as well. 

He breaks away after a few minutes of this, positioning himself between Mig’s legs and opening them a bit more just to have easier access.

The he lowers to be aligned with his pussy one again, and starts cleaning him up from the mess he made earlier, Mig still sensitive from it, whimpering at every minimal move from the older, who getting more and more hungry for him.

This time he grabs both his thighs, keeping them open for him, and instead of keeping on eating him out he goes to bite at the inside of Mig’s tight thigh, making his way up to his pussy, leaving marks and bruises on the pale meat of his thigh.

He immediately begins sucking and licking his clit, Mig already half dumb from the unbroken rhythm that’s being set, he involuntarily tries to close his legs around Franky’s head, but his hold on his thighs is strong enough to prevent that, and Mig loves to feel his hands on him, keeping him there, basically gluing him to both the bed and Franky himself. 

The real fun tho starts when Franky lets go of one of his thighs to get two fingers inside of him, making him arch his back slightly, but this doesn’t stop Franky at all, it just gets him needier to get him putty in his hands again.

So he picks up his pace, and two fingers quickly become three, thrusting in and out, deep inside him, while he doesn’t stop torturing his clit. Mig’s head is buzzing, he wants more, he wants to cum, he wants Franky inside, all at the same time, but the only thing he can do is moan and whimper pathetically as his boyfriend brings him closer and closer to insanity.

He tries to get out Franky’s name but it just comes out a moan, loud and high pitched. The squelching sounds coming from the fingers thrusting inside him fill up the room together with his whines, and in that moment Franky stops sucking at his clit to kiss him once more, swallowing his every sound but not stopping fucking him with his fingers, and now everything in the room is spinning, and it all feels like it’s boiling hot against his skin.

Three seconds later he’s arching his back and coming again, but this time is much more than that, he hears Franky chuckle and his body feels completely empty, so he looks down and all the sheets are completely fucking drenched, he’s still shivering from his orgasm and he cannot for the love of God thin he could be more embarrassed than right now.

“Look at this mess Andre my God, if you needed me that much you should’ve told me instead of getting me jealous like that you know?”

Mig’s face is red like it’s never been, his breath is rapid and broken by little whimpers. Franky is looking at the sheets as if they are an art piece, and Mig is not sure if he wants that sensation to come again and have Franky’s eyes shine like this or just hide in the crook of his neck forever.

“Never made you squirt before amore but fuck it was so hot” “Fuck sorry I ruined the sheets I-” “I don’t care about the sheets Andre that was the hottest you ever looked, I would just do it again but I think that if I don’t get to fuck you in one second I’m going to go mad”

Mig just nods and FRanky finally gets undressed. It’s always a sight whenever he gets his shirt off, Mig could stare at him for days like that, and when the jeans come off he can see how fucking big Franky is. The first time they had sex Mig joked about how it wouldn’t fit and God does he still think that, but he loves the stretch that comes with it.

Franky gets rid of his boxers too and wastes no time in closing the distance between them and slip inside him, letting out a deep grunt at the hot and wet sensation of Mig’s pussy around him.

“Always so good, you feel like heaven around me”

Mig wants to answer but Franky immediately starts thrusting into him, making him lose all sense of reality once more. He feels every single centimeter sliding in and out of him and he could die at the sensation, he always feels so good inside him, and he really loves when Franky lets go of his filters and gets vocal like he’s doing right now.

“Kiss me kiss me please”

He loves feeling Franky’s lips on his, and as soon as Franky complies to his request he wraps his legs around his waist and pulls him closer, throwing both arms around his back, scratching him again with his nails.

They keep making out the whole time, Franky picking up his pace every few minutes because he’s as impatient as Mig to come, and when he moves one hand from the matters to wrap around Mig’s throat he feels his pussy tighten around him.

“You like that?” “Fuck yes don’t let go”

Franky only chokes him harder, pace becoming more rhythmic, deep and short thrusts replacing the fast ones he held up until that moment, having Mig cry out in pleasure, actual tears making their way on his cheeks.

“Gonna - fuck - gonna fill you up yeah?” “Yeah yeah whatever you want Franky please” “You are so perfect”

It doesn’t take long, just a few thrusts and they both are coming, Franky still fucking him through both their orgasms, they’re making a mess on those sheets for sure, but right now none of them cares, not when everything feels so hot.

Franky kisses him again, Mig letting go of his waist but not his neck, still holding him close. They stay like this for maybe two minutes, until Franky’s brain lights up with another idea.

“I can’t leave you dirty like this Andre, wouldn’t be very nice of me” “Yeah just grab me a towel I-” “Sit on my face”

Mig gets redder than Pecco’s Ducati, he wants to absolutely disappear and never be seen again by a living soul. Not that he never had this fantasy about Franky but it becoming reality is much more arousing than it should be. He came three times already, he’s not sure he’ll handle a fourth. But Franky’s eyes are as shimmy and bright as they were just prior when he made him squirt, and God does he look inviting.

“I’ll clean you up come on” “You’re going to kill me one day” “I hope not I wouldn’t live without you Andre”

Franky lays down on the bed and Mig tries with all his strength to hold himself up not to go with his full weight on him, but Franky clearly did not joke when he said sit.

“Mig. I said sit” “I weight too much I’d crush you” “What a fucking way to die would that be” “Franky I’m serious” “Yeah me too. If I say sit I mean it. Now please, sit on my face” “Fuck ok ok”

Franky holds him by the hips, and as soon as he starts licking his pussy clean Mig is moaning like he’s never felt this before. This man is gonna be the cause of his death for real one day, he’s hyper sensitive, he can’t fucking understand where his body ends and where FRanky begins, the only thing he can feel is pure pleasure coming from the way Franky is basically making him melt above him, occasionally still teasing his clit while licking their mixed releases away.

“Franky fuck fuck fuck it’s too much God it’s so good”

The older can’t answer, he just keeps going, buried now deep inside of him, leaving prints of his hands on both his hips, and trying to make this as good as possible for Mig.

It could be three minutes or two hours, Mig doesn’t know, all he knows is that he’s close once again, his thighs are shivering and Franky’s using his tongue purposefully teasing him just to make him cum again.

“I’m gonna cum fuck fuck”

Two seconds later he’s painting FRanky’s face white, coming inside his mouth and moaning lousy without even having the force to put a hand in front of his mouth to quieten down.

When Franky moves him to lay on the bed he’s exhausted, he breathes erratically and his legs are trembling, his eyes are still unfocused and he can’t actually believe he just came four times in a night.

“Enjoyed it?” “Fuck it was - it was so good” “Might have you do this more often then” “Please yes” “And next time if I say sit you sit, got it?” “Yeah got it, I’m gonna fucking pass out now”

Franky sits up and quickly goes to the bathroom, turning on the water to fill the bathtub, then returning to the bed and picking Mig up carrying him to the bathroom.

“Noo I wanna sleep” “Yeah I know but you have to wash yourself amore, I’m staying here beside you ok? the water is warm, so it doesn’t burn you” “Mh ok ok stay here” “I’m staying I’m staying”

Mig falls asleep in ten minutes after Franky makes sure he’s washed himself, and he leaves just to grab a towel and make sure he can wrap Mig like a burrito inside it, carrying him back to the bed bridal style, then dressing him with a pair of clean underwear and one of his Pramac shirts, making sure it’s comfortable enough for him.

He kisses Mig on the bridge of his nose before going to take a shower, washing away the smell of sex he had on.

He gets back to the bedroom and stares at Mig for a bit before grabbing his own clean boxers from the drawer and putting on shorts, no shirt because he knows Mig enjoys sleeping on his chest, and then slips under the covers, pulling Mig next to him.

He falls asleep pretty quickly too, one arm curled around Mig to keep him close and one hand stroking his hair, playing with them softly.

[starsasunder]

misc. interaction meme // accepting. // @cinisemperium sent in: “Starter!” \\ I'd normally contemplate muses to figure out which one would be best but I know your bitchass has brainrot so gimme whoever you want for my Hades

It is the solstice when he returns from his brief trip upstate, the cold winter wind chasing him from eerily empty city streets into equally empty but familiar hallways. He arrives in their apartment to little fanfare and alights upon the white leather couch to stare out the floor-to-celing windows and await Hades' return.

Minutes or perhaps hours later, the door swings open with a heavy thud and lavender eyes shift in boredom to watch him come in, apathy lightening to mild interest as he spots the woman stumbling drunkenly behind his partner, clinging to his arm with one hand while she carries her Loboutins with the other. Her form-fitting, floor-length gown has been hiked up around her waist and reveals long legs which quickly tangle and trip her up as she stumbles toward their couch.

In a flash, Hythlodaeus is on his feet and catches the young woman before she can fall, her breath reeking of alcohol as she tumbles into his chest. "How kind of you to bring dinner home with you, Hades," he remarks with a lighthearted smile, his eyes lingering on his lover as he hangs his coat up near the door. The woman in his arms titters and smiles up at him, oblivious to the double meaning behind his words.

"Didn't know he liked men," she slurs, brows furrowing together almost comically as she rakes her eyes over him lasciviously, trying to work through her thoughts. Hythlodaeus frowns but remains

"Darling, I'm sure there is much you have yet to learn about him," he says, arching a brow as he deposits her onto the couch. Without another word, he turns and sweeps over to Hades, leaving her to pick up and stare in wonder at a few of the various abstract art pieces that adorn their otherwise barren coffee table.

His hands smooth over the tense lines of his lover's shoulders as he drapes himself across his back, pressing a kiss to the man's neck before voicing his complaints. "What possessed you to bring her home? I thought we were supposed to play with our food elsewhere."

[auggie-beaniessssss]

Cancelled Episode 5 "Unkind"

"Yo mama so old, she has to watch the history channel to see if she's on!"

-yo mama jokes series

"Ah, good work on getting the inscription! You two make a great team!" There Master goes again with that grumpy old yet energetic young voice.

That young man-also in his 20s-with that picture-perfect black suit and pants with the black tie, oh, and most importantly, the cream of the crop, the stand out-his phantom mask, slid on his face, covering up the part of it we all would rather not see.

"Oh yes, Master, actually Alex here was not really th-"

"Cut the crap. Just give us our next mission already, Master," I could do better without Nemean or whatever his name is by my side hinding me.

"Next mission? Umm...lemme see ah...you'll have to go find a man, goes by the code name "Emerald Shadow", get him to tell me more about Tyshdhd, whoever that is, ya know?" *awkward laugh*

Master, you really don't have to do that laugh. We know everything anyway, it's not like you can hide anything.

Anyway. It's time to go and find that guy. It's always time, isn't it...

So I grab my guns and sword, put on my hood and leave.

And clearly Nemean hasn't caught up yet on what I'm doing, he's still lagging behind laughing away to god know's what while I'm already leaving...

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"SPIT IT OUT! DON'T FORCE ME TO DO SOMETHING YOU DON'T WANT!"

"Oh, I'd like to see you tr-!!!" were his last rebellious words before I brutally smashed his head against the wall a thousand times over. Well that's just according to my dear partner in-crime, I don't really think I was THAT rough with him.

Although it's true that some people just need a little motivation to go a long way. Funny, reminds me of a certain hierarchy level...

But then again. I completely forgot the police existed.

"STOP! WHOEVER YOU ARE, PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR!" ...and more last words. But now they're mine.

What a pity. I didn't even get to learn anything new from that guy, and now I have to waste my energy and time to kill all of these cops here...

"Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah, slow down there buddy, why don't you jus-" More of a moron' last words this time before being shot by OF COURSE IT'S ANOTHER MAGIC SUPPRESSION BULLET SO WE CAN'T RUN AWAY BECAUSE WHAT ELSE CAN IT BE?

And of course they shot me too and immediately tied me up so I can't escape and then brought me back to their headquarters. What else is new?

Alright, alright, I'll admit, I'll admit, it was my mistake for staying behind the entire time and watching him. Although in my defence, even if he was trying to distract them, they would definitely have caught me, so...

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I guess we're back in this place again. This very place, I remember it so fondly...I first came here when I was charged for THAT BITCH SAM...brings back such memories...

And of course they had to blindfold me there. As if it's some top-secret apartment absolutely no one should know about...and yet they can't even solve a simple case of bullying. Or a simple case of theft. Or a simple case of harrassment. Funny.

And of course they had to interrogate me and that moron separately. Oh, whatever shall I do, now that I have been stripped of my ability to openly converse an escape plan with my partner-in-crime! Oh dearest beloved!

Well, on the flip side, it's been a while since I've been in an official police interrogation room, and everything's as I remember it-the floor, the walls, the celing, the table, the handcuffs-everything. Guess the police never had a big enough budget since they were never solving cases...

"Well then," muttered the officer in charge of me (oh, he had quite a weird aura surrounding him, maybe he's another one of those filthy half-bloods again)-grabbing two cups of water and placing one on the table in front of me and the other on front of him-"Let's begin, shall we?"

[blind-as-a-noibat]

Caben has given up on trying to get these Furbys to leave him alone so he's decided to try and play with them instead. He's been rolling a small ball towards them and watching the little machines kick it every so often for a while. Upon hearing Celeste behind him however he places the ball back in his pocket so he can turn around and greet her. "Hi Celes-"

Well this is certainly awkward, he thought Celeste was behind him but it turns out to be a Braixen instead. Unless Celeste was the Pokémon. He has heard about a few people becoming Pokémon today somehow so that might be right. "Celeste? How'd you become a Braixen?"

@blind-as-a-noibat liked for a Braixen!Celeste starter

“Oh heeeey Caben…!” Celeste greeted anxiously. Well Caben was someone she knew she could trust to at least see her like this. And she knew how long this would last too; so that’s a plus.

[nekassvariigs]

they drank too much and have now entered the drunken stupor stage (each gets their Nfsw moments, also fuck me benckmans so hot)

shanks, rayleigh, benn, sanji, ace

Rayleigh

a bit more coy than usual, laughs way more aswell as loves giving gentle smiles and looks at you.

hes kind of in the state between drunk and concious so he feels free although his head is swirling a little he looks perfectly fine

drags your chair closer to his with ease the calmest of smiles on his face as he does so whilst you blush

likes to cover his face when laughing , the odd numbing sensation feels pleasant to him but makes him look rather gentlemanly as he does.

kisses your hand while mid convo totally not caring if anyone's looking

also the guy to keep his hand on your thigh rubbing intimate circles and squeezing it while the person hes talking with is trying their hardest not to stare

drops back in his bed asking you to lay on top of him, hell play with your hair whilst staring into the celing

there's something about his gentle nature in this drunken stupor

kisses your temples if you tell him youre going for something

if you arrive late defenetley excuses himself to be the first to greet you

wakes up to greet the guys telling everyone the ladys still asleep

the nice guy who greets you with coffee as you stroll through in his shirt

he doesn't mind if you get touchy with him however he'd like to continue this behind closed doors

as close as they'd get he has a thing for leaving the door slightly open while he fucks you

his hips thusting agaisnt you as he guides his hands all over your back

after sex glow is inevitable with this guy he walks back with you hand in hand the two of yours necks littered with love bites all over

Benn

usually glum and taking no shit this man is open for more casual banter, throws curses every now and then, his look is mean but it means more than just a mad gaze, he's a bit of a horny drunk.

you might need to let him hold on to you as you make it back , he knows his liqour but he loves your company on the moving ship as you two stumble and laugh along the way.

the two of you rejoin the group while you're wearing his shirt your hair messy, him bare-chested as he goes around on his drunken munchies.

Oh you fucked allright

he looks hotter after sex there's something to it you're sure. could just be the way you keep imagining his body over yours, but no he definetley looks hotter

takes more liqour loves to do the cross hand shot with you.

also loves to take a shot and feed it to you though a kiss the liqour seeping in your mouth it trickles down the sides he licks it all up

the huband x wife combo of the evening more like the zooted parents wihtout a sense of privacy at times

kisses you when he sees someone staring at you, eyeing the bastard like hell

its a need for you to sit in his lap at times not just for making himself feel better but to know you're alright and in good company

cares not for policy loves to squeeze your hips watching you squirm as you hold onto his chest when he pulls you closer

Shanks

turns into a light goop

loves to talk your ear off about things

also loves to compliment you whispering in your ear about how pretty you look while his eyes are glued to your cleavage his breath hot and heavy his cheeks a bright crimson

remind him its a public setting and hell fix his unexistant tie falsley sobering up

the type of guy to wave and nod when someone asks how hes doing clearly not well with the way his eyes are rolling in the back of his head at times

thats just shanks

loves to pester the introverts, makes them open up

somehow starts a drinkning game purposefully losing

forget about getting him to bed he's the dude that's the only one up making himself cocktails at 5am whilst the music is roaring and everyone's passed out

you wake up from your own nap he greets you with a smile offering you a drink , fucking loves back hugs

the dude who suggests for the party to last another day

he's in for many quickies that night , bathroom someone's bedroom , closet, outside on the balcony, on the sofa while everyone's passed out phew his libido is high

but nothing will beat the warm sensation when he lays you down on the bed with care toppling over you, his red hair brushing over his eyes he looks at you with drunken love and admiration

Ace

a puppy seriously, the type of guy to walk around greeting everyone and hours later offering hugs for anyone willing to participate

remind him to drink water because he won't , his hangovers are an absolute horror show you'll need to take care of him for the next following day

life of the party at some point doing the most absurd shit with his fire loves creating a show

waits for your rescue as he's over his limit

when you hoist him up drools over you a lot

hes dead meat by the time he reaches the bed slurring for you to come join

if he drank water hes fresh as a pickle annoying everyone else whos got a hangover

if he didnt no chores no work nothing zilch

whitebeard makes an appearance for the groggy boy showing up with some much needed food like an auntie at thanksgiving

rub his hair please he says it makes him feel better

you have to make him take a bath after one he comes out with new energy shining skin and hair mans looks like a million bucks

drops on the bed playfully wastes no time to push you in aswell

leaves kisses, somehow horny from the whole aftercare act

while established he wont last long during drunk sex, it's the hand-jobs that do it for him, he's absolutely tongue tied watching your hands run down his shaft mouth kissing and licking all over his tip

cum's more than usual, walks out with a mad blush while fastening his belt you come out seconds later pretending nothing happened

Sanji

oh my little duckling

he's coy like Rayleigh though his blush is far worse his actions are way sweeter than when he's sober

he offers food a warm hand on your thigh, loves to go for a smoke break while he traps you under him his head on yours, the two of you exchange the smoke under the nights sky

an absolute sucker for affection from you

might get along with zoro

he's warm and soft towards you while trying to keep chopper from being the confused kid of the party, ends up shirtless in an odd hawaii type shirt

gets wrapped in random things people give him

dancer absolute dancer

loves to twirl you to slow songs sweeping you off your feet

close and intimate afterwards, his hands on your hips while yours are on his shoulders

foreheads touching is a must

always asks for you to light his cigarette, not that he can't himself he just likes the sparkle in your eyes when you light it

hes stuck between giving and recieving

hell do everything to eat you out that night just to make sure you're feeling good, he'll worry about himself later when he's not stuck between your thighs marking the supple skin there

he loves it when you ride him , your chest bouncing right before his eyes he cant help to hug you while he keeps pumping inside of you

tug his hair a little watch him moan at the sensation

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bad Romance ~ P.P

chapter six: you wish you never ever met her at all

series masterlist and series playlist

“New York City resident Ben Parker was shot outside a local bodega after a robbery took place. He was pronounced dead on the scene and leaves behind his loving wife, May, and a nephew.” You read out loud To Venom as you skimmed an old article you had found online.

“Does it say the nephews name?” Venom asked as it came out in its snake like form to read the article as well.

“No. They must’ve wanted to protect his privacy.” You replied as you scanned the article for the nephews name.

“The nephew must be Spiderman.”

“Must be. That’s awful. I feel so bad for him.” You sighed and rested your chin in your hand. You had met up with Spiderman every night for the past week and had developed a friendship over a short amount of time. The more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to get revenge on the man who killed his uncle.

“What do you want to do?” Venom asked you as it read your mind.

“I want to find this guy and eat him alive.” You said, mind already made up.

“How do we do that?”

“That’s a good question.” You realized. “How do we do that?”

You spent the next few weeks out on patrol every single night. You scoured every neighborhood in New York in search of a man with a star tattoo on his wrist. You followed men to their cars, broke up fights, and stopped muggings to try and find the man you were looking for. For every man you came across, you checked the inside of his wrist for the tattoo. After weeks of searching, you still hadn’t found him. In the meantime, Peter noticed you were extremely tired at work, constantly yawning and looking like you hadn’t slept in days. He tried to ask you what was wrong, but you never told him much. He had no idea you were exhausted from searching for the man who killed his uncle.

On your third week of searching, you broke ground. You stopped a robbery of a local convenience store and when you pulled the sleeve back of the man who tried to rob the store, you found a star.

“Finally.” Venom snarled before licking the side of the man’s face.

“Please. I won’t do it again. Just let me go.” The man pleaded.

“You’re right. You won’t do it again. Because you won’t live to get the chance.” Venom growled. The man started to scream, but you bit his head off before he could make a sound. You took his wallet out of his pocket before eating the rest of the body. You then transformed back into yourself and took a seat on the ground.

“What’s his name?” Venom asked you as you pulled his ID out of his wallet.

“Flint Marko. Dumb name.” You snorted as you read his drivers license. You grabbed a sharpie from behind the counter and wrote “FLINT MARKO” across the top of the report you had written on him. You knew the details of what Flint did from the story Spiderman told you, but you didn’t know the man’s name until now.

“Perfect. Spiderman will be so happy.” You smiled proudly at your work.

“Why do you care so much about Spiderman?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“We went through all this trouble to track this guy down just so you could get revenge for Spiderman. We could’ve been eating bad guys every night but you insisted that we find this guy.”

“Yeah? So what?” You shrugged.

“Why did you try so hard to do something for Spiderman? What has Spiderman ever done for us?” Venom asked. You thought about it for a second but didn’t have an answer to give. For some reason you didn’t understand yet, you had a deep desire to make Spiderman happy. You felt strangely protective over him, a sharp contrast to the way you’d been feeling towards men lately.

“I don’t know.” You said after a minute. “I just wanted to do this for him. He wasn’t scared of us. He was nice. And I didn’t think anyone was gonna be nice to us anymore. Not when we look like this.”

Before Venom could say anything, you heard police sirens in the distance. You quickly got off the floor and ran away before the police arrived.

The news of a gigantic celestial sticking out of the ocean buried any news of Flint Markos death. Peter didn’t even see the report that another man had gone missing until a week after it happened. When he saw a picture of Flint on the cover of a tabloid as he passed by, all the color drained from Peters face. It was 7 years later and Peters first time seeing Flints face without the sunglasses, mask, and beanie, but Peter would recognize him anywhere. His hands shook as he reached forward and grabbed the news paper, quickly flipping to the page that had the details on the murder. As Peters eyes scanned the report that had been left at the crime scene, his worst fear was confirmed. The details he had told Venom were all there to explain why Flint had been killed. Peter felt sick to his stomach at the thought that someone had been killed because of a story he told. One the one hand, he felt relieved that the man who killed his uncle was no longer out there. On the other hand, he felt directly responsible for a man’s gruesome death. Hot tears came to Peters eyes but he didn’t really know why. He thought about the night Ben died and how he didn’t do anything to stop the man with the gun. He thought about all the times he went looking for that man when he was first bitten. Then he thought about all the times he wished that man had died instead of Ben.

“Hey kid, you have to pay for that.” The man at the newspaper stand said, tearing Peter away from his thoughts. Peter quickly put the newspaper down and kept walking but the pit in his stomach never left.

Meanwhile, you were busy getting ready to kill your next victim. After checking out the building that your next victim worked at, you walked back to your apartment with a smile on your face. Killing men didn’t phase you anymore. Now, it felt like second nature. You could no longer tell where you ended and Venom began. Sometimes that scared the shit out of you, but sometimes you were okay with it.

You opened your bedroom door and were surprised to see Kate sitting at your desk with your laptop open. She was pale white and sitting there with her hand over her mouth.

“Hey, Katie. Sorry I’m late. I hope you weren’t waiting long.“ You said as you leaned down to kiss her. Kate moved her face away, making you frown in confusion.

“Kate? What’s wrong?” You asked quietly. You followed her eye line and looked at the laptop in front of her. Your heart dropped when you saw the latest report you had written up was still open on your laptop.

“Oh.” You gulped and looked at Kate.

“You wrote this, didn’t you?” She said as she pointed to the screen.

“No. I was just looking at the latest report.” You lied and looked to the side.

“The last guy killed was someone named Flint Marko. This report is about a man named Michael Morbius. Who, according to Google, is still alive.” Kate shouted as she got out of your desk chair. You gulped again and felt your hands getting sweaty. You hadn’t felt scared like this before you bonded with Venom, but the way Kate was looking at you made you feel weak.

“He’s the next victim, isn’t he? He’s your next victim.” Kate asked as she pointed at you.

“Kate, please. I can explain.”

“Okay. Go ahead. Explain.” Kate shrugged and folded her arms.

“These are bad guys, Kate. They’re really, really bad. And I can stop them. I do stop them!“

“So you’re the one killing these men? It’s been you this entire time?” Kate asked as her face crumpled.

“Yes. But Kate, I can explain.”

“Explain what? How you’re a murderer?”

“I’m not a murderer. I’m just…” You trailed off and tried to search for the right words.

“Just what? Just killing people?”

“I’m not killing people. I’m killing boys. There’s a difference.” You said with a slight roll of their eyes.

“No, there’s not!” Kate shouted and threw her hands up.

“Please, just listen to me. I’m not a murderer, okay? The last guy I killed, he was a murderer. He killed Spider-Man’s uncle in cold blood. I would never kill an innocent person like that. I go after men who are actually guilty.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God.“ Kate gripped her hair stressfully and looked at the ground.

“It’s really not that bad. I promise.” You pleaded. “And what about that guy Clint you work with? He kills people all the time.”

“He’s an Avenger. It’s different.” Kate said, pissing you off a little.

“How is that different?” You scoffed. “So it’s bad when I kill people but okay when he does it? Just because he’s not your girlfriend?”

Kate was quiet for a minute and folded her arms. She looked down at the ground for a long time and when she looked up, she had tears in her eyes.

“You’re not my girlfriend either.” She said without looking at you.

“What?” You asked quietly. Kate looked you in the eyes as a tear slid down her face.

“You are liar and a murderer. And I never want to see you again.” She said with a shaky voice.

“Katie. It’s me. You know me. I’m not a bad person.” You pleaded desperately.

“I don’t know you.” Kate said, mostly to herself. A silence fell between the two of you and she looked down again.

“I don’t think I ever did.” She said quietly. Kate went to leave your room, bumping your shoulder as she went.

“Please. Don’t leave. I…” You trailed off, making Kate stop.

“You what? You love me?” She laughed sadly. You shut your mouth and looked away from her, your silence speaking for you.

“That’s what I thought.” She said before leaving your room. You sucked in a sharp breath and started to cry now that you were alone. You flopped on your bed and cried into your pillow for a while until you felt like you couldn’t cry anymore. Then you got up, did a peace sign in the mirror, and wiped your face. Not wanting to be alone, you transformed into Venom and jumped out your window. Instead of hunting for your next victim, you searched the streets for Spiderman and eventually found him on top of the Empire State Building. Venom smiled in relief and walked over to Peter, who was in his full Spider-Man suit.

“Hey Spiderman. We’re so glad to see you. We’ve had a really bad-“

“Did you do this?” Peter asked and threw a newspaper at Venom. Venom frowned, feeling sad that Spiderman was being mean after how excited you had felt to see him. Venom picked up the newspaper and saw a picture of Flint Marko on the cover.

“Yes. You don’t have to worry about him anymore, Spiderman. We took care of it. We did this for you.”

“You did this for me? I didn’t ask you to do this! I never asked you to kill someone for me!” Peter shouted and snatched the newspaper back.

“Why are you yelling at us?“ Venom asked quietly. “We just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“This isn’t nice. This is murder. You’re a fucking murderer.” Peter shouted, getting angry in the way only men could get angry. Venom backed up a little as you felt fear for the second time that day. You hadn’t felt vulnerable in so long but Peter raising his voice at you made you feel like a little kid.

“I didn’t ask for this. I never asked you to do this.” Peter said quietly this time as he looked down at the newspaper. You were still eating yourself up inside over being called a murderer twice in one day.

“We wanted to do something nice for you because you were nice to us. We wanted to be like you.”

“You’re nothing like me.” Peter snapped. “I never kill people. You do it all the time. And you’re not just killing them, you’re doing it in a super horrific way.”

“Venom needs to eat brains to survive. We could kill and eat innocent people if we wanted to. Our life would be a lot easier if we did. But we’re not like that. We’re not a bad guy. We only kill people who deserve to be killed.”

“Well I don’t think you have the right to judge who gets to live and who gets to die. You’re just an average person who happens to have an alien inside of them that can kill people. That shouldn’t give you a pass to take people’s lives.”

“What we do keeps the bad guys off the streets permanently. And that keeps the city safer. Otherwise, they’re just gonna go to prison and then get released and do the crimes all over again.”

“And the legal system will deal with that when it happens.” Peter stated. “It’s not your job.”

“Okay, Spiderman.” Venom scoffed. “It’s not your job to fight crime either. But you do it because you can. You and I do the same thing.”

You noticed that you were using “I” pronouns and that scared you. You could feel you and Venom becoming one being and you weren’t sure if you could ever go back.

“But I don’t kill people.” Peter reminded you.

“Because you don’t have a symbiote to feed.”

“Maybe you don’t need a symbiote. Maybe no one in the city does.”

“Excuse me?” Venom growled and walked closer to Peter. Peter gulped a little but stood his ground.

“I protect New York City. And I do it in a way that’s ethical and legal. I think it would be better for everyone if you went away and never came back.” Peter said as he looked at the ground. Venom gasped a little and took a step back, feeling deeply hurt by what Peter had said.

“I thought you weren’t scared of me. I thought you were my friend.” Venom said quietly, the two of you feeling completely bonded into one now.

“I’m not your friend.” Peter shook his head. “I would never be friends with a monster like you.”

Your feelings of sadness quickly turned into anger when Peter called you your most hated word. Venom stalked up to Peter with salvia dripping from its razor sharp teeth. Peter gulped and backed up until he reached the edge of the building.

“You shouldn’t have called me that.” Venom snarled.

“Or what? I’ll be your next victim?” Peter laughed nervously and hoped the answer was no.

“Exactly.” Venom growled before opening its mouth to try and bite Peters head off. Peter, being Spiderman, leaned backwards and dove off the building. He landed gracefully on the ground and started to swing away. Venom dove off the building after him and started to chase him. The two of you ran through the streets with you gaining on Peter with every step. Venom finally caught up to him and grabbed him before slamming him into the ground. Peter crawled backwards and tried to get up but Venom grabbed his leg and pulled him towards him.

“Wait! I’m sorry. I take it back. You’re not a monster.” Peter said desperately when he realized he could not win this fight. When you heard the fear in Peters voice, it struck a familiar chord inside of you. You felt you and Venom become two different beings again and let up a little.

“You take it back?” You asked through Venom.

“Yes. I take it back.” Peter hastily nodded.

“So you’re our friend again?“

“Yes. I’m you’re friend.” Peter relaxed a little and stopped trying to get away. You both sat on the ground and looked at each other. Peter felt guilty suddenly for all the things he said. He had been so angry that you killed someone that he overlooked the reason you killed them.

“I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to do something nice for me. I appreciate you wanting to get revenge for me. I just wish you talked to me about it first. Because if you did, you’d know that I never condone killing.” Peter said in a soft voice.

“We understand. We should have spoken to you first. We are sorry.” Venom said sheepishly.

“I’ll forgive you if you promise to never do it again. I really think you can protect the city without killing anyone. Maybe we could even do it as a team.”

“A team?” You asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Spiderman and Venom. We could stop the bad guys and fight crime side by side. As friends.” Peter said and held his fist out. Venom smiled and fist bumped Peter.

“Friends.” Venom said happily. Peter tried to pull his hand back from the fist bump, but found himself stuck to you. There was a trail of goo connecting the two of you that wouldn’t let go of Peter.

“Oh. Sorry. This happens sometimes.” Venom said sheepishly.

“It’s okay. It happens.” Peter laughed and tried to free himself. He yanked his hand as hard as he could but he could not break free.

“Here. Let us try this.” Venom said and put its hand on top of Peters head for support. It pushed Peter back and leaned the other way, eventually setting the two of you free. You both tumbled back and when you looked at your hand, you realized his mask had stuck to it. Peter was having this realization at the same time as he slowly touched his bare face. His heart was pounding as his sweaty hands felt his own burning face. He looked up at you with wide eyes and you were already looking at him.

“Peter?”

“You know me?” Peter asked in disbelief. It would’ve been shocking enough if the gigantic, brain eating alien knew his name. But what made this even more shocking is that no one knew Peters name. He had been wiped from the memory of everyone who had ever knew him. There were only a handful of people who knew who Peter was and somehow, Venom was one of them.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard footsteps approaching. Peter looked around and saw a pair of coveralls hanging over the rim of a nearby dumpster. You were still in disbelief that the boy from your coffee shop was the Spiderman. Your mind was spinning, especially since the sight of Peter in the suit seemed oddly familiar to you. You were so busy trying to understand how Peter was Spiderman that you didn’t see him hastily jumping into the pair of coveralls. Your attention was torn away from your thoughts when two people walked up to you. Peter was dirty and wearing the coveralls that completely covered his Spiderman suit. You were still sitting on the ground, holding Peters mask. They looked at Peter with concern before their eyes fell on you. They both gasped and backed away a little, making you feel insecure.

“Monster!” Peter blurted and pointed to Venom.

“What?” Venom asked and looked at Peter in disbelief.

“Help! I think it got Spiderman.” Peter continued as he pointed to the Spiderman mask in Venoms hand.

“Oh my God.” One of the people gasped. “That hideous monster killed Spiderman!”

“I’m calling the police. Don’t worry, honey. They’ll kill that thing.” The other person said as he pulled out his phone.

“You should run, kid. Before it kills you too.” The woman said to Peter. Peter looked at Venom and gave it an apologetic look before running away. Venom roared at the people before running away as well before the police could arrive. You ran for a few blocks until you smelled Peters scent nearby. Out of curiosity, you followed the scent and found Peter waiting for you in an alley way.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I just did that.” Peter said immediately as he walked up to you. Venom threw his mask at him and Peter caught it against his chest. He looked up just as Venom grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up.

“You are gonna pay for this. We trusted you and you…” Venom trailed off, feeling too emotional to speak. You could not believe that the sweet boy you had gotten to know from your coffee shop had just betrayed you like that. Not only had Peter doubled crossed you, but Spiderman had double crossed Venom. You felt twice as betrayed and you wanted to hurt Peter just as badly as he hurt you. There was fear in Peters eyes as Venom tightened its grip on his throat. As much as Venom wanted to kill him for what he had done, you still had a little control. You let go of Peter and dropped him to the ground.

“You’re a bad guy.” Venom said quietly. Peter rubbed his throat and watched as Venom walked away, his guilt intensifying by the second.

The next day, every single news outlet was reporting that Venom had killed Spiderman. There were pictures of Venom on every TV and newspaper in New York City. People had connected the dots and realized Venom had been the one taking all the men in the city. The city seemed to be divided between people who wanted to see Venom put to death and people who supported what Venom had been doing. Peter didn’t know what to make of it all. The guilt was absolutely destroying him inside over what he had done to Venom. He knew Venom wanted to gain the trust of the people before revealing itself as the person behind the missing men. Peter had completely ruined that by making the world think Venom had killed the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. All of Venoms hard work to keep the city safe would now be buried under the presumption that it had killed Spiderman. He knew that he needed to make an appearance as Spiderman so that people would no longer think he was dead. But before he did that, he needed some coffee. He walked down the street to your coffee shop, hoping that seeing your face would cheer him up. He walked by a brick wall and stopped when he noticed something strange. He backed up and saw that there was a report taped to the wall with a picture of Spiderman. Instead of the usual explanation of why the victim had been taken, it was an old article about Spiderman stopping a bank robbery. Peter took a closer and saw that certain letters had been underlined. Peter gulped and pulled his phone out of his back pocket so that he could write down all the underlined letters. When he had them all written down, he saw that you had left a secret message for him. This time, you had hidden the phrase,

“DEAD MEN CAN’T SHOOT WEBS”

Peter sucked in an sharp breath and quickly tore the report down. He crumpled it up and threw it in the nearest garbage to get it out of his mind. His hands shook as he entered the coffee shop, hoping that talking to you would put him at ease. The opposite happened because as soon as he made eye contact with you, his spidey senses hit him. Peter stumbled back a little from how hard his senses were going off. You gave Peter a huge smile, a little too big too be genuine. Peter gulped and approached your counter, palms sweaty and arms heavy.

“Hey Peter! I’m glad to see you alive and well. The usual?” You asked in an overly cheery tone.

“Um…” Peter trailed off, finding it hard to speak with how badly his senses were going off.

“You got it.” You winked at him and turned around to make his drink. Peter watched you as you made it, thinking once again about that interview with supposedly never made it to. You turned around and gave him his drink, still keeping the smile on your face.

“Th-thanks.” Peter stammered as he took the drink.

“Ew! Spider!” One of your coworkers screamed and pointed to a spider running along the counter.

“I got it!” You announced cheerfully before slamming your bare hand down on the spider. You looked up at Peter through your eyelashes as a smile slowly tugged at your lips. Peter gulped again and grabbed a napkin out of the napkin dispenser so that he could hold it out to you.

“Aw. Thanks so much. What a good friend.” You gushed as you took the napkin from him. You gave Peter a sweet smile as you wiped off your hand.

“Have a nice day, Peter.“

“You-you too.” He stuttered and never broke eye contact with you.

“Thanks.” You smiled. “And stay safe out there. You never know what monsters are lurking around the corner.”

A chill went down Peters spin and his spidey senses made every single hair on his body stand up. The use of the word “monster” felt intentional but Peter didn’t want to believe what he was started to suspect. He reached for coffee and when he did, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to you. Your lips brushed his skin with every word as you whispered in his ear,

“You’re gonna taste my venom.”

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