#the reaction to that is either 'you just exposed all of us' or 'wait is everyone else lying??' like either way that SUCKS

[chompe-diem]

sometimes i feel like throwing on an old d&d court with a guest and i almost put on the ify one for that wifeworm gold then i remember the absolutely awkward terrible moment for church confession when ify goes 'yeah...all your favorite d&d shows are flubbing rolls for content' and the silence is DEAFENING and then i think nevermind i'll do something else

[delirious-donna]

His Shirt [Nanami Kento]

an: this was a previous drabble I had for our beloved Kento but it needed a good tidy up and polish. For all those that love to wear their lover’s shirts…

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: smutty smut, desk antics, pussy drunk Kento, fun manhandling (teehee)

Masterlist

The hour was late. The sky was midnight black, a dark canvas painted only by the stars peppered across the skyline. It wasn’t unusual for Kento to work late into the evening, but you couldn’t recall the last time it had been quite this late. How were you expected to fall asleep without his arm draped over your waist, his breath warming your neck, and his legs bent and flush behind yours?

After another fifteen minutes, you gave up your attempts of sleeping alone, and decided that if he wasn’t ready to come to bed on his own terms, you’d had to provide an incentive. Pulling a worn shirt from the laundry basket in the corner of the bedroom, your nose pressed into the starchy collar to inhale the remnants of his cologne, the faint aroma of coffee and his unique underlying scent—warmingly spicy and comforting. This would do nicely…

You tiptoed to the door of his office, giving a light knock. Not waiting for an invitation, you slipped inside and searched for the man hidden away in here—your man.

Kento sat behind his polished oak desk, a stack of papers to the side of his glowing laptop and a half-empty mug of coffee, that you would bet was stone cold, just out of reach. You admired the continued neat state of his parted hair, not a single strand out of place even after a long day. His shirt sleeves were folded back to his elbows and the tie was gone, but he still looked the picture of professionalism.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” He drawled tiredly, not looking up from his work as you padded ever closer.

“No,” you whimpered theatrically, barely stopping yourself from adding a hand against your forehead.

His head snapped up immediately, rich hazel eyes widening as he took in the sight of you at last. A broad palm pressed the screen he’d been glaring at closed with a quiet snap, and you smirked behind your hand.

“Missed you… couldn’t sleep. Not without you, Ken.”

At last, an errant strand of blond hair fell into his eyes. Eyes that focused fixedly on how your fingers traced the bevelled edge of his desk. His throat felt suddenly dry, aroused immediately at you wrapped in one of his worn shirts. Kento noted that the buttons were only half done up, the crisp fabric bagging on your torso in places and exposing just enough of your skin to have him reaching for you.

Satisfied by his reaction, you happily stepped into his embrace, and let Kento settle you on the desk in front of him. Two large palms slid against your naked thighs, rough callouses pressing into your soft, smooth skin.

“Sweetheart, I had work to do,” he groaned out, leaning into your touch when your fingers carded into his lush hair.

“But…” he started, pulling your thighs wider apart and resting your feet on either side of his chair. “I could use a break and you happen to look especially inviting in my shirt.”

In this new position, your bare pussy was exposed to his hungry gaze. He untangled your fingers from his hair and guided both hands behind you to brace against the surface of his desk, pushing aside his stacks of work with his elbow in the process.

Kento fisted the tails of his shirt and dragged the material through your slippery folds. The friction was delicious, enough that you were already panting and flushed in the face. It was always arousing to watch him at work, especially when that work was making you shudder from his touch.

He noted the twist of your hips from the pressure of the material against your throbbing clit, irises glowing in the dim light of his office like a hearth stoked lovingly by a tender hand. Kento licked his lips in anticipation and lowered his face until he was gazing at you through hooded lids, making a show of inhaling your scent.

His tongue was hot and deliciously wet, the wide muscle danced boldly over your folds, pushing deeper to circle your entrance and teasing you over and over with the strong tip dipping past your ring of muscles. You keened for him, leaning onto one hand so the other could brush back his hair, determined not to rut against his face and failing miserably.

Your husband smiled into your dewy skin, delighting in the taste of you, the scent permeating his nose and fogging his mind until his only thought was of you and the pleasure he could elicit. His lips wrapped around your swollen clit, suckling it gently until you whimpered and whined, begging for mercy. He only conceded by releasing your pearl and using his teeth with reverential care to tug your puffy, blood-filled lips, letting go with an audible pop.

“Kento… oh shit—more!”

It was bliss when his nose nudged your clitoral hood, the bridge rubbing friction into your pubic mound until you were certain you wouldn’t be able to stand from the desk without help. Still, he took his time ravishing your sweet cunt between groaned words of praise. Every reverberation from his mouth resonated deep in the pit of your belly, tightening the coils of desire until you couldn’t draw breath.

With a sloppy slurp, Kento glanced up at your face twisted into pure pleasure. “You look like a feast in my shirt, sweetheart, taste delicious too.”

You couldn’t form a response, the words broken into pieces inside your brain and not even the syllables would come to you, only raw guttural noises. Your husband feasted on you atop his desk like never before, indenting your squishy thighs with the beginnings of marks from his fingertips.

The dam burst quite suddenly, catapulting you into an orgasm that saw you jolt upright, holding Kento by the back of his head to keep him buried in you. He groaned into the heart of you, eyes rolling over as the sweetest nectar he’d ever indulged in adorned his tongue in sticky trickles.

Once you started to return to your senses, you let him up only to whimper at the mess of his face. His chin and cheeks were slick with saliva and arousal, lips petal pink and swollen from his ministrations and he looked ready to blow a fuse.

“B-bed. Take me to bed, your work can wait until the morning…” you beseeched, fingering his jawline and desperately grateful when he bridged the gap to kiss you.

Without argument or debate, he stood from his chair and lifted you over his broad shoulder, an arm hooked around your thighs to secure you in place. You giggled at your upside-down view of his backside, still sensitive to his touch from the aftereffects of your orgasm, but at least you had managed to get him to bed.

You’d have to remember this tactic…

[naburi]

LET’S GET A ROOM

KIM MINJI X READER

FT. BLACKPINK LISA, YUNJIN, GISELLE

TAGS: THREESOME, SUBMISSIVE

2.1K WORDS

What happens when two seniors found an innocent freshman in the Halloween party? What happens when the freshman is not so innocent after all? You and your friend approach the young girl who is searching for her friends. Every shot that you gave her, she drinks. You and your friend's hands are sneaking around her waist and her ass but she didn’t mind it. You have all night to see how wild this can go.

A punk princess costume is all Minji found in a nearby store as she is last minute shopping to buy a costume. At first, she didn’t want to attend this year's Halloween party as she didn’t know anyone beside her classmates. But her classmates manage to convince her by saying they will leave the party early. Her pretty face makes the costume work. Her soft face contrasts perfectly to the ragged look of her attire. Entering a fraternity’s house as this is where the Halloween party is held. Her classmates disappeared from their group one at a time as they flirted with some boys in the party. Minji found herself being alone at a party she didn’t even want to attend.

“The fuck?” A sophomore wearing a Lakers jersey blurted out. Minji accidentally bumps into the brunette as she’s searching for her friend. The girl didn’t know what to say as she is intimidated by the girl who is with her friends in the same Lakers jersey. “Watch where you’re going! Gosh,” the brunette walked away calming herself.

Minji's heart beats fast as she hurriedly looks for her friends. She wants to go back to their dorm now but one of the girls has the keys. She just can’t walk home alone either as she deems it too dangerous. She doesn’t show it in her face but the girl is now panicking. She wants some company as she’s afraid to get in the same situation as what happened earlier with the brunette.

An innocent face in the middle of the crowd caught your attention. You notice that she is all by herself and is looking for someone. You follow her with your eyes for a few minutes before sharing glances with your friend. The two of you smile as you have the same idea. The both of you approach Minji and offer her a drink.

Minji looks at the drink in your hand. Thinking about what she should do. She notices that you and your friend are waiting for her response. She seems frozen as she can’t decide on what to do. She wants to have some company but she doesn't think that you will be a good companion for tonight. The girl might look innocent but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t touched herself every night while thinking of getting fucked. Innocent girls are wildest, and Minji is the same case. She fingers herself each night with erotic thoughts on how men use her body. She finger fuck herself in hope of satisfying her slit as it’s been a while since she felt a cock plunging in and out of her. Your friend's hand stays on her butt while yours are at her exposed waist. Your friend is gently squeezing her ass, waiting for the girl's reaction. Your fingertips glide on the hem of her top. Insinuating that your fingers want to reach something inside those top.

The punk princess notices these advancements as her slit gets wet. The thought of men lusting over her innocent body made her mind go feral. Her fantasies are coming into life. She didn’t expect to have this experience tonight but she doesn’t want the opportunity to go to waste. She sticks out her butt more, insinuating to your friend that he can freely grab her ass. While she guides your hand inside her top, being able to reach her bra. The three of you didn’t mind if someone saw what you all were doing as the crowd were too busy partying.

The crowd roars once again as the girl in the spiderman costume has been carried to the upper rooms following them are the biggest guy in the campus that’s carrying a brunette in a lakers jersey. Minji saw them, the thought of those girls getting fuck tonight made the girl jealous. “Let’s get a room,” the girl whispers to you. Her words rang into your ear loud and clear against the noise of the party. You were shocked by the girl’s boldness. Her face might be innocent but she’s just like any other girl who has urges that need to be met too.

Your friend goes upstairs as you whisper to him what Minji told you. Not even a minute has passed, your friend calls your attention to go upstairs as he found a room. You take Minji’s hand as you walk upstairs. The girl’s heart starts pounding, her urges are too loud for her to back out but she is still inexperienced. She only did it a few times back with her ex boyfriend. This will be her first time doing it with a stranger let alone two strangers at the same time. Her mind thought this is a bad idea but her body says otherwise.

The room is filled with sexual tension as the three of you are now sitting on the edge of the bed. Minji is between the two of you, your hand is caressing her thighs, waiting for her signal. She looks at your friend before panning her eyes on you, giving you a look as permission. You hold her face for a kiss while your friend zipps down her top to expose her bra. Your friend gropes her one boob as the other hand is unlocking the bra. Minji moans in between your kisses as your friend is sucking her boob while pinching the nipple of the other.

You pull her deeper in the kiss as your tongue enters her mouth. The inexperience of the girl is showing as she can’t time the rhythm of your tongue. You thought that she may have previous experience but not enough to match your sexpertised. You tap your friend to switch positions with him. He’s now kissing the girl while you focus on removing her skirt. Minji adjusted herself as you pulled her skirt out of her body. Your friend lays her body down as they continue kissing, your fingers find the girl's wet panties as she’s clearly getting aroused.

You pulled her panties down, throwing it somewhere. Minji felt her slit exposed as she’s now expecting a sensation to her slit. You put the tip of your two fingers on her wet slit before slowly sticking it inside her. Her slit feels soft as you enter her inside while her wetness lubricates your fingers. Minji moans as she feels your fingers. The woman keeps moaning while you move your fingers inside her. She knows that her own fingers and her dildos cannot be compared in getting finger fucked by a man. Your friend moves back his focus on her tits, flicking them by his tongue. Minji moans loudly, expressing her ecstasy of finally getting touched by a man for a long time. Encouraged by her heavenly moans, you plunge her slit faster than she could take. The girls arched her back as she released her first orgasm of the night.

The girl felt embarrassed about how fast she came. She lay down for a minute catching her breath as she heard the two men unzipped their pants. You and your friends are now naked on the waist down. Minji felt the bed move as you positioned yourself between her legs while your friend had his cock near her face. The girl notices what you are all trying to do. She positions herself on all fours, her firm ass is now exposed in front of you while her face is now an inch closer on the hard cock of your friend. Minji catches the cock on her mouth, sucking the head of it. This signals you to start at her other end. You hold the girl’s waist with your one hand while your other hand is holding your cock positioning it near her slit.

The punk princess has been pushed upward as you thrust inside her for the first time. Minji moans while a cock is still in her mouth. Your warm cock is stretching her inside. The girl is now more encouraged to suck your friend’s cock, she bobs her head trying to take his cock more deeper in her mouth. You pull your cock a little slower, feeling every part of her soft inside. You thrust on her again this time more deeper than the first. Minji muffled moans turn you and your friend even more. You slap her ass cheeks multiple times leaving a red mark of your hand before holding her by the hips. Your friend also pulls her cock out of her mouth, glazing his lubricated cock on her innocent face, smearing her makeup. The two of you simultaneously put your cocks inside her wholes, fucking the girl in unison.

Her firm ass moves every time you thrust into her, her eyes get teary as your friend's cock reaches her throat. The girl is getting fuck like a slut just like how she fantasizes it. Minji’s mind is blank with her only thought of how good of a slut she is. The girl is tired of getting treated like a child where everyone is so careful around her. She wants to submit on a man that will treat her like a woman and for tonight, the girl feels like an submissive woman, getting fucked for the enjoyment of men. She let her body get used as this also satisfies her. Minji didn’t care how tears are flowing for her eyes as they get more swollen every time her throat is getting stretched. Her slit is now getting ransacked by a real cock compared to the cold silicon dildo on her collection.

Your friend hold her hair while she fucked her mouth faster. Your friend is near his orgasm and wants to unload it on the girl's throat. Minji felt the cock on her mouth twitching, she looked at him eye to eye. Trying to signal him that he can cum in her throat. Your friend’s groan as he finally shoots loads on cum on her. Minji’s cheeks swell trying to contain the amount of cum before coughing some of it. She hasn't gotten used to the taste of cum but she tried her best to swallow as much as she can to show she’s the best slut. The sight of her getting a mouthful of cum turns you on more. Still composing herself of what just happened, Minji is now moaning loudly as rampage her slit with the thought of cumming inside her. The girl is now holding on the sheets as she puts her head down on the bed, feeling weak by the sensation of your hard fucking. You groan loud, matching her loud moans as you finally cum inside her.

Minji lays flat on the bed, cum licking out of her slit and on her mouth. She looks like a complete mess. The two men lay down on each side of her, trying to catch your breath as well. The sound of the party outside enters your room while the three of you lay silent on the bed. You noticed how the crowds roared. Lisa, the most popular senior on campus, finally arrives at the party. She wears full body lingerie. leaving nothing to the imagination. She explains to everyone that she dressed like a Victoria secret model. A wave of flashlights filled the party as everyone was trying to take a picture of the senior.

You felt Minji sit up. You and your friend are looking at her as she reaches on both of your semi hard cock, she strokes the two cocks wanting for another round.

[moondirti]

anal on the beach w/ gaz. a spiritual continuation of that one cbf! dry humping blurb i wrote but can be read separately

kinda dubcon. anal (obviously). manipulation. semi-public sex (no one catches you). gn! reader

he texts you that he’s got an extra ticket to fiji. the message is brief, spontaneous like he tends to be. pack your bags. eta 1420. you planned on rotting home all weekend, already in your pyjamas and hair care, looking every bit a wreck as you feel. it isn’t exactly the opportune time for him to come by; though you know mentioning it won’t do anything to change the fact that he will.

frankly, the whole thing reeks of that kyle-specific class of manoeuvring you’ve come to know in recent. catching you off guard with something you can’t say no to, and using it to push you past what you’re comfortable with. you’re tempted to refuse. it’s too short a notice. pick someone else. but a week long beach trip sounds nice, actually. work has been killing you. your personal life’s a mess. every date you’ve managed to snag in the past month has ghosted you. and to top it all off, you miss your best friend – his odd quirks and all.

so your body’s way of protesting is to slip off the couch, refocusing on the effort it takes to haul your luggage out of storage rather than your several woes. by the time kyle comes by, you’re in a sweatsuit and sneakers, bag stuffed with all the swimsuits you’ve owned since high school; you doubt you’ll have time to wash one between swims.

and it’s nice. you sit next to one another on the plane, syncing your movies by counting down to three. yours is always a few seconds behind, but he waits for your reactions before delving into a spiel about how realistic it is to drive a knife into someone’s throat with just your teeth, à la dev patel. you listen, swinging off every word he says into your own conversations, and it goes that way until the old lady two rows back shushes you. you, specifically, seeing as kyle charmed her into deference when he helped her lift her bags in the overhead compartments. always so considerate.

still, you’re concerned about falling asleep next to him, lest you wake to find a hand kneading your inner thigh.

nothing weird happens, though. you touch down in fiji and check into a lagoon resort (we managed to find you that king room, mr. garrick – the receptionist adds with a smile, eclipsing the weary way you regard sharing one bed. but you’ve had your fair share of cramped family vacations, and are well-versed in the subtle art of pillow walls to keep his side and yours separate.) that first night, he gives you an hour to dress up for dinner reservations while he fetches snacks for the room. make it pretty, yeah? we’re meeting a few distant cousins f’mine. i told them we’re dating to keep the work questions off my back.

nothing weird happens. until—

you take a boat out to Fulaga after citing it as one of the least populous islands. with wisps of white sand, like baker’s flour beneath your feet, and limestone islets across electric blue waters, it’s hard to see why.

no matter to either of you. you lay your towel on flat patch of sand, smothering yourself in sunscreen to play a game of chicken and waves. a vain endeavour, of course. he’s always willing swim out further than you, diving under quivering waters to arch amongst sea turtles and ulavi.

eventually, you grow bored of watching him from the shore, ambling back to your set-up to make use of the oils you bought for an exorbitant price. they lacquer over your skin, the places you can reach, to reflect the light overhead. you recall a quote you read in uni as you slather – something about people broiling themselves as though they were nothing but cuts of meat – and falter for just a moment. it had seemed crude at the time, particularly in the context in which it read, but as you prep yourself for the sun, you can’t help but feel exposed. vulnerable. like predatory eyes are tuned in all around you, peeking from the foliage, the waves, and honed on your slippery flesh.

you tell yourself you’re being silly, and spread yourself back on your towel. the heat licks away at your worries, making good work of laving the salty stress off your neck. you measure time in how long it takes for the sand to flake off your feet, drying as the rest of you does.

when the soft stretch of your stomach starts to burn, you turn yourself over and bury your cheek into the fibres cradling you. sun-drunk, chafed, bruised a little from the choppy waters, you welcome sleep when it inches on your conscious.

“and what are you doing exactly?” kyle huffs, encroaching on your sanctuary. you can’t see him, though you can almost hear the water vaporising off his dark skin. sizzling. the heat sinks into your side once he flops down onto his own towel.

“sunbathing.” you mumble, reluctant to give more than a words response lest it shakes you out of languor.

“the water’s great. you’re missing out.”

“mm. later.”

“and what am i supposed to do?” he all but whines, tugging at the complicated strings that tie your bottoms up on your hips. it doesn’t feel as suggestive as it might be. all you can manage, in the wake of your scoured unease, is annoyance.

“read. dig. sleep.”

he doesn’t take to your advice, shuffling until his knee presses into your arm. “you missed a spot on your back.”

“get it, then.”

“where’s the lube?”

your head snaps up, eyes narrowed both to adjust to the brightness and in admonishment. “oil.”

“same difference.” his grin is wicked, white and impossible to upbraid. rolling your eyes, you settle back down, face turned the other way around to keep an eye on him.

“in my bag.”

he shuffles through your stuff until he comes up with the hot pink bottle, making no stop for confirmation before he squirts the contents over his hands. they feel every bit as big as they look when they press into your back, right below your nape. rough, barnacled with callouses, but softened a bit by the ointment so it doesn’t hurt when his thumbs run circles around your shoulder blades. you sound an appreciative moan.

“say, if you’re short on something to do, y’can always massage me.”

“yeah, yeah. doubt you’ll return the favour.”

“i would... later.”

he laughs. “whatever. isn’t what i want, anyway.”

“and what do you want?” you ask. not because you’re curious – but so long as entertaining him keeps his efforts on your sore muscles, you’ll keep at it.

“oh, y’know.” kyle hums. ambiguous. you don’t know, not really. not until one caress strays lower than it should, conforming to the rounded shape of your ass. your cheeks clench with the sudden touch. he takes it as confirmation that you must want the same thing, too. “these bottoms aren’t leaving much to the imagination, mate.”

“th-they’re old.”

“this pert thing is practically eating them. can’t see fabric anymore.” he squeezes the fat there, shaking it in a vice grip that doesn’t so much as allow you to sit up, to knock his assault off. “want me to look for it?”

“kyle–”

“kyle.” he mocks, snickering. your hesitation does nothing to dissuade him. instead, he rocks up to straddle your legs, hands moving away from your back to settle below the curve of your ass. you don’t know what’s hotter – the damp, sun-bleached sand cushioning you, or the way he spreads either cheek apart, groaning when your swim-suit slips to expose the tight rim under it. “fuck. you been hiding this from me?”

“i- i don’t… please don’t be w-weird about this.”

“dunno what you mean by that.” he says, then promptly proceeds to be weird about it as his knuckle grazes your hole. you’re stiff, printing an indelible mark on beach. “never had it touched before?”

“no. i’m not a freak.”

“ouch, darl.” but he’s already spurting a hefty amount of oil onto you, working it in with a thick thumb. effectively makes good on his stupid name for it; lubes you up, nice and slick, so the only pain that arises at his intrusion is the virgin stretch. “promise it feels good.”

and you hate to admit it, but it does. once you get over the foreign sensation of his finger pistoning where you’ve never been fucked before, it stirs a tumultuous heat in your belly. part of it, you think, isn’t so much the physical sensation as it is the taboo of it all. despite the beach being virtually empty, void of any life but hermit crabs and the two debauched humans at its centre, there’s a delicious thrill that curls with the risk of being caught. not only being conventionally raunchy, but having your ass gaped by your best friend. what a sight you must make, pinned to the ground, having your sense pared off you in slow, painstaking layers.

one finger becomes two, and two soon turns to three.

the sound is so lewd, borderline disgusting when set against the natural ambience. you squelch and suck around him, lube smacking between your nates. and you lament it in slow, drawn-out breaths. embarrassed, wailing, soughing with the briny wind. kyle’s determined to get you ready for something much bigger, it seems, because four digits cram into your hole and scissor apart.

“is that re- really necessary?” you pick your sand- dusted face off the towel to huff into the thick air.

you feel him jostle atop your legs. shrugging, likely, in that deferent way he does when he realises acquiescence will better serve his purpose.

“whatever you want, mate.” there’s the sound of wet fabric scratching against itself, his trunks shucked down to rest mid-thigh. “i was getting impatient, anyway.”

if the excitement in his tone isn’t enough of a forewarning, he soon makes you regret saying anything at all when he notches his cock against you. it’s fat even at the end, the head too hefty to fit between your spread cheeks. it slips as it searches for purchase, rubbing against the excess lube he pours for aid, before pushing in. not in one fell swoop, but with five short, strong thrusts to finally anchor into your asshole.

you squeal, grasping behind you, onto his wrists for stability. you feel capsized, heeled over, thrown off kilter. shells and sparkling horizons dot the backs of your eyelids, liquid pleasure coursing through your veins. nothing about it is romantic, momentous like firsts should be. rather, you liken it to soap scum. spume. salt crusted hair. natural conclusions to things you overlook.

“s’fuckin’ tight, soft. can’t breath when you squee-eeze me like th-that. loosen up… up, mate.”

��k-kyle. fuck. ah! i c-can’t, you’re so… yersobig.”

“tried, didn’t i? b’you wanted to complain. next time i’ll make you t-take it dry… teach you how to count your, your blessings.”

and that turn of phrase – next time – is what sticks as he thrusts into you. not the implication that it’ll be painful, or that he intends to punish you for whatever it is you did wrong – but that this isn’t the last incident of its kind.

you had excused his homecoming – that first time he rushed you with a hug and came in his pants – as incidental, weeks of pent up energy. you try to excuse this – this, taking your ass on a vacation he probably booked precisely for the two of you – even while it unfolds, searching for justification in the distance between here and home.

but you’re not stupid. what becomes increasingly clear, as kyle fixes your waist in place and cants your hips higher, balls slapping your greased thighs, tightening with his looming orgasm, is that this was never meant to be a one time thing.

(won’t be, if he has any say in it.)

you resolve to think about it later. later; the coil in your stomach ripping a blinding release.

[bitter-me]

Well Deserved Rest

Dr. Veritas Ratio | M. Reader as Medicine Pocket [Reverse: 1999]

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Tsundere Ratio will forever live rent free in my head. That was totally canon!

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"Hey hey! Veritas!"

That annoying voice again.. how many times has he heard it today? It's so annoying.. so high pitched and loud, like a dog, happily barking at their favorite person.

"For the last time, it's Dr. Ratio! Don't call me by name so casually!" He groans at the other's enthusiasm and seemingly endless energy. For the past few years he had known the researcher. [Name] never fails to get on his nerves. Be it the constant teasing or the dog-like demeanor. The only thing he ever decided to tolerate the man is because of his reputation for being a genius amongst geniuses and gaining his current position when he was a mere teenager.

"Look look! I made this serum that presumably—" "I swear if this is one of your unauthorized experiments!"

Not only is he a genius amongst geniuses.. [Name] seems to have a reputation of doing whatever the hell he wants. Paperwork? That can wait! Research? Why should he care about following the status quo? Only when something had caught his attention, that's when the researcher began to actually do his work.

Sometimes Ratio feels like he's babysitting a child—or rather a dog. Given the other's background.

How many times has [Name] decided to chew on the ends of his robe? How many times has [Name] licked his cheek without a second thought?

Honestly...

"Aw come on, Veritas! Can't you live a little?" [Name] asked teasingly, tilting his head to the side, acting all adorable in order to persuade the doctor. Which didn't work. Or so he told himself. "It's not living if you constantly experiment on dangerous unauthorized things! It's called being foolish!"

This earns a chuckle from the other. He sure knows how to get on Ratio's nerves like it's merely looking at the back of his hand. It seems like second nature to him. "You're so boring! Didn't take you to be a stickler to the rules!"

"It's called self preservation!"

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How did this happen..? How in the galaxy had he managed to land himself in this position..? What is it? Nap time? He's out like a light!

Earlier, [Name] had decided to annoy him again, typical, but Ratio was having none of it. So like any other sane person, he ignores the genius in favor of the book he's currently reading. But of course that didn't stop [Name] from teasing and poking him. Trying to get a reaction.

But as time went on. The researcher seems to have worn himself out and started to doze off. Now, Ratio sits there with a book in hand but despite that, his mind was in other places as his gaze shifted towards the sleeping genius who had his head on his shoulder and his right arm being hugged by the other in his sleep.

He's out like a light! What time even is it? Nap time? Maybe it's [Name]'s constant all-nighter he pulls whenever he's so absorbed by his research and experiment? Or is this a by product of his dog-like nature?

Either way, this can't continue!

But when Ratio tries to wake him up, [Name] doesn't seem to respond to it, at all. Sleeping like a rock. So... Ratio decided to just.. let him rest..

Maybe he needs it?

Every time Ratio tries to focus on the book he's reading his mind would always drift towards the sleeping researcher that's using him as a human pillow.

He could feel [Name]'s warm breath hitting his exposed biceps, his shallow and calm breathing, it never fails to send a shiver down his spine. He's so.. comfortable.. so.. at peace..

He's far different than the usual hyperactive, seemingly endless energy researcher he's known for! And that.. makes him feel.. warm..

To think he'll have the honors of witnessing such a rare, vulnerable, and.. intimate side of [Name].. it's..

Ratio snapped out of his thoughts once he felt the other began to stir and slowly woke up from their nap. A nice and comfortable nap. [Name] blinks, once, twice. Before letting out an adorable yawn.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Ratio spoke up, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I assume you've had a nice nap."

"Oh I did! It was sooo nice~" [Name] took the chance to tease the other as he hugged Ratio's arm closer to his chest with a huge grin plastered on his face. The doctor huffs as he begins trying to shake the other's hold on his arm. "Then get off of me, you damn dog. My arm is tired."

[Name] chuckles in response as he tightens his grip. He hums softly and rests his cheek on Ratio's shoulder, looking at him with big puppy eyes. Trying to act all cute and adorable. "But if your arm's tired, why didn't you just shoved me? You could have done that earlier, right doctor?"

This caught him off guard for a few moments. What is he supposed to say to that? [Name] let out a gasp upon seeing his hesitation. "Don't tell me that you actually enjoy it! Aw~ Ratio you could have just said so! I could have been your cuddle buddy from the start!"

"Cuddle buddy!? How absurd! You dare think that I—Dr. Veritas Ratio. Would ever need such things!? Especially from you?!"

"But your face is red~ I'm right aren't I~?"

"?!"

[pinkgy]

Hiiiii, I really enjoy your works, and hope that you're still taking requests. (Oh and sorry since English is not my first language, hope that you can understand what I'm saying :'3)

If you fine with taking request, I have this little imagination about WHB: Fem!MC love to sleep naked, and when she in hell, she often takes off her clothes while still in deep sleep. How about some reactions from the kings (and Lucifer pls) when they wake up and see MC naked in front of their eyes?

Will they be a little gentleman and roll her into a kimbap roll, or maybe something steamy will happen? (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Thank you so much for writing about WHB!!

Have a great day!

Hi Anon! Don't worry, I totally got your idea, English is not my first language either so I get you :/

Thank you so much for your request and I hope you like it. ♡

I went a little overboard with lucifer, but I hope there's no problem with that.

𝗪𝗛𝗕

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

"𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙𝗙"

GN! Pronouns + Slights mentions of Fem Anatomy

𝗖𝗪: Perv Kings, Slight somnophilia, but it’s consented, Leviathan is a bit OOC at the end, Rough Oral Sex M Receiving, Intergluteal Sex, use of Petnames (that’s my way to avoid using Y/N and Reader)

Filth (Lucifer, Beelzebub, Mammon)

No Filth (Satan, Leviathan)

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, and someone really clingy too, he could be holding you tightly and will never notice that you are taking off your clothes, so you being completely bare in front of him would be really sudden for him.

⁂ It takes him a few seconds to assimilate everything when one day he wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water, why does your body feel so warm ? Satan raises his hand that had wrapped around your waist and caresses your body to find out that effectively, you were naked.

⁂ After a few seconds, Satan, somnolently lifts the sheets to find your body deep asleep and completely bare, and suddenly, he’s no longer sleepy.

⁂ For one moment the blood from his head went to his other head, your boobs were pressed between your arms since you were sleeping on your side and your bare pussy was fully exposed to him, and as he looked at the bed, your clothes were all scattered around it.

⁂ But at the same time, you looked so peaceful while sleeping, and waking you up just to relieve his perversions felt like a crime, he could do better, and at the end of the day, you were his, if he wanted he could do anything to you, but once the morning rises and you are both awake.

⁂ So he slapped his face, went to take care of his hard-on in the bathroom, drank cold water, came back to the bed and cuddled you as if nothing happened

“You turn me on just by looking at you naked as if I’ve never seen you that way a thousand times before, you got me down bad”

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, but with Mammon, it's straight-up impossible to wake him up and he only gets out of his bed if he has to go to the bathroom.

⁂ One morning he wakes up with you facing your back to him, since your shoulders were uncovered he thought you were wearing a tank top, but wait, you were wearing a full pajama set that he gave you as a gift.

⁂ When he realized he quickly in one swift movement pulled the sheets off your body, and there you were, fully naked, and now not only your back was facing him, but you beautiful ass too.

⁂ As if it moved by itself, he put his wide hand on your asscheeks, and he slowly moved his middle finger above your butt crack, provoking a tickle to run down your spine which made you shiver in your sleep.

⁂ Mammon didn't think twice and and slowly put his wide body against yours, making sure that his now hard dick was firmly against your ass, he tried to shuffle his hips so he could nestle his hard-on between your asscheeks but that only caused you to almost wake up.

⁂ After a few minutes of pondering whether he should wake you up or not, he decided to leave that up to fate, so he carefully pulled down his underwear a little, just enough to free his cock, and slowly began to push his cock between your buttocks, simulating a penetration.

⁂ Of course you eventually woke up, you had an overly aroused demon using your asscheeks as a fleshlight and whispering the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard in your ear

“It took you some time to wake up, that’s good, I wouldn't want to cum without being inside you, would you let me in now pretty ?”

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

⁂ There’s no morning in which Beelzebub doesn’t wake up with a hard-on, and that makes him someone who is constantly looking for morning sex, and as someone who sleeps naked, he makes it really obvious that he wants you.

⁂ When he woke up one morning with your pajama top hanging from his horn and your fully naked body completely passed out beside him, he was not surprised, he was delighted.

⁂ That morning you wake up by feeling something touching your cheek, maybe it was Beelzebub kissing you, he was particularly clingy in the mornings so it wouldn’t be unusual, never in a million years you would’ve imagined that the thing touching your cheek was his leaking cock.

⁂ Once Beelzebub realized you were fully awake he put his tip against your lips, smearing his pre-cup in them, and all you could do was try to process the situation.

“Good morning beautiful, you are so provoking, look how you got me, now you gotta be responsible”

⁂ Beelzebub crouched down a bit and took your cheeks between his hand, pursing your lips making you mouth open slightly, enough for him to push part of his tip inside your mouth.

⁂ Maybe you were too sleepy to notice, but once you were fully conscious of the situation, Beelzebub was jackhammering his cock in your mouth, you chin and part of your chest were covered in a mix of your spit and pre cum (or cum, who knows if he already came in your mouth) and your head was being held by each side by his strong hands.

“Please let me use this pretty mouth of yours for a little longer, it’s so addicting, once I start I wish I could stay here forever”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

⁂ Levi is not someone too cuddly when he sleeps, he even tends to be rather distant, so he wouldn't notice your body tossing and turning in bed while taking your clothes off.

⁂ He's someone who takes his sweet time to wake up, and opening his eyes one morning just to have as the first thing he sees your naked body in front of him making its way to the bathroom was some big surprise.

⁂ He's left confused, he cannot process why you're naked so suddenly, so once you get out of the bathroom the first thing you encounter is a sleepy leviathan sitting in the bed glaring at you.

"Leviathan, is there something wrong?"

"Yes, you"

⁂ Surprisingly, he stands up from the bed and begins to take his clothes off too while maintaining eye contact with you, and once you’re both fully bare, he lies back down on the bed, patting the side where you usually sleep.

“We’re both going to sleep naked today, not only you, now get on the bed before I hang you”

⁂ You better get on the bed quickly, and once you do Leviathan will spoon you tightly using as an excuse that he doesn't want you to get out of bed again.

⁂ Leviathan likes the intimacy of sleeping naked with you, he feels it makes you closer than you already are, and in general, it’s comforting to him.

⁂ He likes this little habit of yours.

“Maybe if I hug you tighter you might stay with me for a little longer, so please let me be this close to you more often”

𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥

⁂ He’s a veeeeery light sleeper, even the slightest movement you make in your sleep wakes him up, so you can be sure he's going to notice when you start taking your clothes off.

⁂ And what is he going to do about it? Absolutely nothing, he'll just watch as you slowly begin to remove each piece of your pajamas part by part, he will not even help you when he notices that you’re having trouble removing a piece, and he’ll simply sit on the bed and watch you, and may even remove the sheet from your body to see you more clearly.

⁂ Lucifer also has a very good sense of smell, it's just a matter of the slightest whiff of your arousal getting to him so that his dick makes a prominent tent in his pajama bottoms.

⁂ He will try to hold back as much as he can before taking action, and will take his time to watch every part of you carefully, which will only make his cock hurt from how hard gets.

⁂ All his attempts to restrain himself collapse once he hears you whine slightly as you change your sleeping position, facing you back to him.

⁂ It look him just a few seconds to grab your waist tightly and lift your body so it was sitting on his lap, pressing his now exposed hard-on on your back, he gives 0 fucks about waking you up, once you both are finished you’re going to be too tired anyways and you’re going to go back to sleep.

“Good morning sweet, could you do me a favor ?”

“What’s going on?”

“Just be good for me and then you can go back to sleep”

⁂ Your sleepy voice and the warmth of your body against his only made him feel hornier (if that's possible) so he didn't take long to effortlessly lift you off his lap and lower you back down, making sure his cock was now between your legs and rubbing against your cunt.

“Now rub me sweet, make me feel good”

⁂ With his right hand, Lucifer gently caressed your chest, while his other hand was grabbing your waist, the tip of his dick reached up to your bellybutton your legs were forced wide open, the situation was so obscene, your own arousal was dripping from you, wetting Lucifer’s thighs.

⁂ Your hand caressed Lucifer’s hard-on slowly, going from lightly squeezing his tip from rubbing his prominent veins, every move you made making him shiver, he was whispering all kind of passive aggressive things in your ear while he left soft kisses all over your neck.

“This pretty cunt of yours is dripping sweet, is it because of me ? After this I’m going to eat it so damn good”

[risingoftime]

AGAINST ALL ODDS | CORIOLANUS SNOW X PLINTH!READER | CHAPTER TWO

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The air in the vehicle was thick with tension, and Noll had yet to round the corner away from the industrial side of Panem, where the Academy resided. You knew it was coming before Coriolanus opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you have feelings for Romulus?” He asked.

His breath was steady as he waited for your response. Coriolanus was meticulous when displaying his emotions, and he wouldn't expose his hand if not necessary. You sighed exasperated, “I like him, as any friend would.” Choosing your words carefully, although there were no lingering ears, Coriolanus would hold onto any admission you gave him.

“Well then, I advise you to reconsider the company you keep.” Was that a threat? Coriolanus wouldn't bring him harm for being your friend, would he? Unsure if you should challenge his abilities to do so. Sejanus once told you of Coriolanus's proficiency in influence in a letter, and you were conscious of your lack thereof. He was not a person that you wished to have as a rival. Although Coriolanus and you were not yet enemies, you weren't friends either.

"He's my only friend, Coriolanus. Do you truly wish for me to be a recluse? I don't want to be seen as a lone wolf, too.” Your voice was docile enough, a silent plea for him to let this one go. And he did, for now, at least.

Of course, it would be great to have more friends, but as of late, it was hard to decipher who truly wanted to know you for you or as “Snow's fiancee and Sejanus’ sister.” The students of the Academy are captivated by secrets and use them as currency to push their agendas. Your association with Coriolanus Snow made yours even more expensive. Especially now that he had made quite the name for himself as the young apprentice learning underneath the infamous Dr. Volumnia Gaul. Coriolanus was one of the few mentors who survived the 10th Hunger Games, and District 12 as a Peacekeeper at eighteen was not an easy feat.

The vehicle halted to a stop in front of the building that you called home. Before Coriolanus exited, he turned to you and said, “If Romulus touches you, even once, he may as well be as good as dead.” You jumped at the impact of the door slamming as you watched Coriolanus retreat to the penthouse. He hadn't bothered to turn to see your reaction. When the day was all said and done, Coriolanus didn’t care to maintain the illusion of being in love if no one could witness it.

Coriolanus didn’t enjoy the thought of another having access to what he deemed rightfully his, and that is you. As a child, you thought Coriolanus to be self-indulgent. He’d never bothered to keep others close to him unless they proved themselves beneficial somehow. When you learned that the Snow family was practically penniless, you assumed that Coriolanus was being protective over Tigris and Grandma’am. But it was now revealed that he is egotistic and maybe jealous.

Noll offered you a half-smile while ushering you inside the penthouse. He had most likely heard what was said in the vehicle. Noll hadn’t been your assigned driver for long. Looking closer, you could see the signs of his aging. His curly ginger hair now had more gray hairs, and his brown eyes revealed crow's feet when he smiled. He’d come from District Four, leaving behind his wife and daughter, and that was all you knew about him, given his limited communication ability.

“Ma, I’m home!” you yelled out.

The luxurious condo smelled of baked goods. Ma came around the corner and walked to the grand mahogany oak and gold dining table with sugar cookies and pie in hand.

“I missed you! You’ve been gone for so long.”

She set the dishes down and wiped her hands on her apron before cradling your face. “No need to worry, Ma. I was just at the Academy.” She pulled you in closer for a hug and took a deep breath, grounding herself. “I know, it’s just– after… everything. I’m glad you’re home.” Ma choked on her words. Ma was one of the main reasons you went along with the marriage. She became like this often, holding on to a thread, hoping it won’t snap.

“Did you make these for me?” Desperate to lighten the mood and give a distraction to your mother.

“Yeah, thought you ought to have a snack while you do your homework. Don’t touch the pie, though!” Ma readjusted her apron, which she wore when you were a child in the Districts. The kitchen had always been her safe space, and Pa hadn’t bothered to argue when she packed her culinary decor from our childhood home.

“Why? Does it still need to settle?” you asked.

“The Snows are coming for dinner tonight. Didn’t your father tell you? I told him to.”

Ma was summoned by the chirp of her alarm in the kitchen, signalling her to base and tend to the turkey. Leaving you to begin your work in the dining room. Pondering on the essay assignment by Professor Satyria, “How is all of Panem complicit in the Games?” You began writing:

A sickening hierarchy is ingrained within Panem’s complicity—compliance, driven by a control system, infiltrating every corner of our nation. Dismally, as long as we remain compliant with the spectacle of the Games, we come to be complicit, in varying degrees, in the horrors that unfold. The Capitolites, the privileged few who reside in the opulent heart of Panem, are the profiteers of this labyrinthine system. They revel in the grotesque mockery made of the district Deaths, reaping the benefits of this cadaverous entertainment.

The pen moved swiftly across your notebook as your thoughts moved faster than you could write. The essay could’ve been completed in one night if given more time. The dinner with the Snow family would take up the rest of the evening, and with everyone in attendance, it must be due to something of importance.

𓇢𓆸

The dress that you chose was tighter than you had remembered. It’s been a while since you’ve had to get ready to socialize due to the Academy requiring their students to wear uniforms, and your father was invited to fewer gatherings than before. Knowing the Snow family, they would come wearing their Sunday best, especially with Tigris’ promotion as one of Fabricia‘s stylists at her storefront. She had access to a plethora of fabrics and textures.

Walking down the grand staircase in heels posed a threat to your safety, given the fact that the dress felt snug around the knees. You have been so focused on your feet that you hadn’t noticed Coriolanus lounging in the living room. He held your schoolbook in his hand, deep in thought as he read.

“Hasn’t your mother taught you that it’s impolite to search through other people's things?” you cleared your throat and raised your eyebrows as he continued to finish the last sentence.

“You left it open on the dining table. I would hardly call that searching,” Coriolanus scoffed. Turning around to look down the hall, you could see that your school supplies had been moved as the Avox housekeeper set the dining table for dinner.

“Where is Grandma’am and Tigris?” Ma remained upstairs, still composing herself for the evening, and Pa was surely in his study. Yet, Coriolanus had made himself at home on the couch.

“You don’t see yourself as a part of the Capitol? You confuse those from the Districts as Martyrs,” answering your question with his own.

“I’m not from the Capitol. Isn’t that the point of our matrimony? For the Plinths— my father, to successfully assimilate into your world. I’m not confused. The districts are martyrs, in my eyes; their only crime was rebelling against the Capitol during the dark days.” Your voice was slightly raised and laced with conviction. The anger you had swallowed earlier in the day had arisen again and was harder to conceal.

“Careful, you’re beginning to sound like Sejanus.” Confirming the mistake you had made to disclose that to Coriolanus.

“I am his sister after all.” Consequently, you should’ve known better, but it felt good. Your eyes challenged him to speak, to say anything indecent about Sejanus. Coriolanus did not grieve your brother in the way that you had, and maybe it’s juvenile, but you would’ve wished for your brother’s best friend to be more distraught.

Cogs turned Coriolanus’s mind to how to settle the dispute without escalating further. His gaze roamed over your stature, only now taking in the way the garment hugged your figure, not leaving much to the imagination, unlike the uniform he's used to seeing you in. Pfft, typical.

Strabo Plinth entered the living room from his study. “Ah, Coriolanus, you’ve found her.” He said this as if he had gone searching for you. Your father only sought you out if he needed something. The relationship was purely transactional. 

“Yes, I was telling your daughter the good news.” The lie came easily to him. 

“Marvellous! Let me fetch my wife, please, both of you make your way to the table. I’m sure Tigris will be here any minute with your grandmother.” Your father offered a tight-lip smile before retreating to the main bedroom. 

“Good news?” You asked. 

“Dr. Gaul would like me to be a game maker in the 11th Hunger Games, and she’s tasked me with the opportunity to implement new reforms.” Coriolanus smiled wide, flashing his white teeth. He was beaming with pride from the decision. He would be one of the youngest ever to do so. Your stomach turned at the vision of Coriolanus subjecting another generation of tributes to his advanced military strategies. 

 𓇢𓆸

The sound of scraping utensils and chewing was all that you could hear as you all silently ate the feast that Ma had prepared for supper. The table was filled with food; knowing Ma, she would have the Snow’s leave with plenty of leftovers. Ma and Pa sat at the head of the table while Coriolanus sat beside you, with Tigris and Grandma’am sitting across. Grandma’am had not said much throughout the evening. The woman was in her private world and often muttered incoherently under her breath. Tigris remained polite and entertained Ma’s attempts to make small talk. 

“Oh, Tigris, I had forgotten to ask! Would you be willing to help me with some of the decor for the wedding shower?” Ma exclaimed. You stopped chewing your food and found it difficult to swallow. This dinner was about the wedding. You and Tigris met eyes briefly. The two of you hadn’t many conversations, but she was the closest you’ll ever have to a sister. 

“Why is the maid talking?” Grandma’am said. 

You looked at the older woman, unsure if you were to pity Grandma’am or set her straight once and for all. The sickness of old age overtook her mind, but she never forgot to turn up her nose at anyone she presumed to be beneath her. 

Tigris cleared her throat and corrected her, “Grandma’am, that’s Mrs. Plinth, remember? Coriolanus is getting married to her daughter.”

“Coriolanus is getting married! It should happen on top of the penthouse that overlooks the city of Panem, with my rose garden surrounding it. Beautiful, isn’t it?” she exclaimed. 

“I think that would be a lovely idea, Mrs. Snow.” Stabo’s facial expression was rigid, his voice void of emotion. He’d only talk like that when he was displeased. Sejanus was usually on the receiving end of this, and it was bittersweet that for once, he wasn’t. 

Ma’s face was slightly tinged pink from embarrassment, but she hid it well, unlike Coriolanus, who looked agitated by Grandma’am’s condition. There was no trace of empathy on his face. 

“When will the wedding shower be?” you asked. 

“In two weeks, your eighteenth birthday will be a grand celebration.”

“My birthday! Out of all dates, Pa, please.” 

“We’ve already sent out the invitations; don’t be crass. Three events within the next month are overkill, and your mother has already booked the venue.” Your father took another sip of his white liquor, dismissing you. 

Tigris tried to lift your spirits, “I’ve been daydreaming of the most breathtaking dress that would be perfect. It’ll be the talk of Panem.” You offered her a small smile. 

“If anyone could turn rags to riches, it’s Tigris,” Coriolanus added.  

Tigris's eyes narrowed at the comment, but Coriolanus hadn’t noticed, taking more food on his plate. It didn’t matter how much he’d eaten. There was always an insatiable hunger for more. He ate as if any meal could be his last. And like that, the dinner commenced as it had before.

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[toxintouch]

TOUCHSTARVED WISH LIST:

Leander kills one of his Bloodhounds for you.

One of Leander’s Bloodhounds is affected by your (the MC's) curse, and Leander has to kill them to protect you. He is strangely unaffected by this. All of his attention is on you and your wellbeing. He’ll give you an emotional reaction to his Bloodhound’s death if prompted - if he thinks you need to see that from him. But, at least while it's just the two of you, he seems much more invested in reassuring you:

It wasn't your fault.

Bonus points:

Leander purposely exposes one of his Bloodhounds to your curse… Not to exploit the power of your curse like others have, but to save you.

Maybe one day, Lowtown floods. You scramble to save yourself, find yourself hanging precariously onto higher ground, clinging desperately to the awning of a building as the torrent of water rushing below you threatens to wash you away with the tide.

The Bloodhounds respond immediately, working to save those they can. Leander finds you quickly–too quickly to be coincidence?–

You can see that Leander's face is set in determination, so different from the blushing man who holds your hands and whispers sweet words to you. You hear him calling out to the Bloodhound group closest to you, instructing one of them in particular to help you up.

Leander has seen that your safeguards (bandages, etc.) have been thrown into disarray, the bite of the stone building having ripped through any fabric previously covering your hands.

The Bloodhound, too, sees your cursed flesh. They can extrapolate that touching your hand will be as good as a death sentence, but still…

The Bloodhound doesn't even hesitate.

– (You do, though. You try and dodge the hand reaching out for you without losing your hold completely, but regardless of your struggle you find yourself hoisted up, a strong grip wrapped firmly around you, the Bloodhound's own hands tensing, gripping you tighter and tighter and tighter as you barely manage to get your knees under you, find the solid ground now below you, prepare to) –

Leander doesn't hesitate either.

Does not even wait to verify your curse has taken effect.

The magic he uses is swift, death instantaneous. The Bloodhound's dead body drops before you, a macabre tribute, a morbid testimony of Leander's affection.

[ithinkabouttzu]

141 + König’s reaction to you changing in front of them! (18+)

Genre! Smut

Warnings! Swearing; sexual content MDNI

Description! 141 squad and König’s reaction to you (who is also apart of the 141) changing in front of them! (with exception to soaps bc his is a little different)

(fem! reader)

König: He needed to use the bathroom, bad. He had been holding it since you’d been in the shower and didn’t want to disturb you, but he was getting a little impatient now. Finally after 10 long minutes of hearing the shower turn off, he thought you were finally out. He was of course, wrong. When he opened the door all he could see was you in a small shirt changing into your panties. He quickly shut the door before hearing you sigh in embarrassment from the other side of the door. “I’m sorry Mein Schatz, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He says slightly knocking on the door. He felt bad, but a small part of him was hoping to get a glimpse of your bare pussy again. It was cute, and oh so perfect. His stomach was bubbling with some sort of excitement, or maybe was it happiness? Either way he’d take any other chance from now on to see that pretty cunt of yours.

John Price: When you walked into the room not saying a word, he didn’t think anything of it. Maybe you just wanted some alone time, or peace and quiet from the other guys. He sits quietly with you as he does his paperwork, waiting for you to say something until he hears rustling behind him. He turns his head out of instinct to see you, changing out of your shirt. Revealing your red laced bra to him, exposing almost all of your skin. He takes a big breath in, trying to erase the immediate dirty thoughts of ripping off that little bra of yours and sucking on those gorgeous tits, out of his brain. “What are you doing, love?” He asks, his voice deep and low. “Oh just changing out of my old shirt, sorry it got soaked in the rain earlier.” You laugh, quickly changing into your shirt. You knew exactly what you were doing. He smiles back as you leave before returning to his work, although the hard-on in his pants kept him from focusing on anything for the rest of the day. Except for day-dreaming about bending you over on his desk and having his way with you all day long.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick : He was walking into the barracks after a long day, looking for you. He needed to ask you a question, it was something about the last mission you guys were on. He walks in the room to find you in it. Naked in only your bra and panties. He forgets where he is for a second, and he goes temporarily brain dead when he sees how nicely your panties hug your ass. He has to aggressively blink himself out of his trance and clear his throat to gain your attention. “Ah! You scared me, Gaz, what’s up?” You asked him. Making his stomach twist at the nickname. “Oh u-uh nothing, sorry for bothering you” He says quickly. Leaving before you can say anything back to him. Blood rushing immediately to his cock after the image of you practically naked popped up in his head. For the rest of the day he’d replay the memory of you in your undergarments, and quickly having to dismiss the thoughts before getting a boner.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish: You and him had both decided to go for a morning run earlier last night. It was a nice switch up from the usual sleeping late. Also staying fit was always a priority for your line of work. It was supposed to be a sunny out. At least that’s what the forecast said, until dark clouds rolled in out of nowhere and you two were being completely soaked by the wicked rain. It was rough, wet, and most of all absolutely unfortunate because you were wearing a completely see-through white shirt that exposed your whole top half to him. He was shocked to say the least. The way your shirt stuck to you, the dips between your chest, the way it sculpted your waist perfectly, it was almost hard for him not to look. “Uhm, let’s try to find some shelter” He said politely, trying his best not to look anywhere he shouldn’t. “I guess we should go on rainy runs more often.” He muttered softly under his breath.

Simon “Ghost” Riley: He was just meaning to grab his gloves before he left. He was also supposed to get you before you guys had to leave to a new mission. “Where is she, she’s taking forever.” Gaz sighed under his breath. All of them were waiting for your arrival. Ghost walked to the barracks in hopes of finding you somewhere in there. He walked straight into your room and stopped immediately. He found you. There you were, shirtless with your tits out for him to see completely. “fuck” He muttered under his breath. A familiar feeling started racing straight to his cock. The same reaction he got whenever he thinks of you like this. You’re like a deer caught in headlights. Frozen, staring up at him with your big doe eyes. He had to stop himself from walking over and helping you put your clothes on himself. “We’ve got to be out in 5” He says in a low voice, almost hard to hear, before pushing himself out of the room. The image of your pretty tits would be replaying in his brain whenever he thinks of you. Quickly having to think of something else before he got a raging hard-on.

Sorry if this was inaccurate or not so good, it’s my first mw post tho!!! Anyway, hope you all enjoy. If so like or reblog if you want :)

[grandlinedreams]

Hii I just found out about your blog today! I really like your writing 🤭 Can I request a straw hat reader and law trying to keep their relationship a secret but they failed. Then the reaction from both crews! Thank you!

Hi bb!! Thank-you, I'm honored!! 🥺💖 but oh absolutely!! I hope this is to your liking, bb! (Ig this is a little non-canon? indeterminate setting)

Palm up, you stare at the little square of white that inches across your skin at a steady pace. There are limits to vivre cards, you know that ㅡ but you can't help but silently will everything involved to move faster.

"You're not sneaky, you know." You whirl, finding Nami leaning against the doorway with an amused look on her face, arms folded across her chest.

"I don't know what you mean," you say warily, mentally kicking yourself for pulling the paper out without making sure you wouldn't be spotted with it, even as your fingers close around it protectively.

Nami's head tilts. "That secret candy stash," she says, "you're not very good at hiding it. You're just lucky that Luffy hasn't figured out where to look yet."

"Oh," you answer, trying not to sound too relieved that she doesn't mean the vivre card you've been watching for the last ten minutes. "Right. I'll have to move it around, then."

Nami studies you silently for a moment in which you're almost certain she knows, but then she pulls from the doorway with a sigh. "We're supposed to be meeting up with the Heart Pirates, so you might want to come out and join us before Luffy figures that something is up."

"Right behind you," you answer, waiting until she turns to put the vivre card away and moving to follow. Outside, you're just in time to watch the swell of waves break, exposing gleaming yellow metal.

"There they are!" Luffy crows excitedly from where he's perched atop his usual seat, waving to the Polar Tang despite the fact that nobody can see him yet.

"Remind me why we're still letting them hang around?" Zoro asks and you turn towards him, though Robin answers for you.

"Because it's important to keep good relations with our allies." She glances towards you. "You agree, don't you?"

You swear there's something in her gaze, a glint of amusement that runs deeper than watching you fumble to agree.

"Whatever," huffs Zoro. "Still think that guy's full of himself."

You bite your tongue, waiting until you're certain you won't say something you regret. "Luffy is our Captain, Zoro. If he trusts them, then we should too."

You feel a lot more than trust towards Trafalgar Law. But though it's gotten easier to keep those feelings under lock and key, it's still hard to not want to bounce forward and fling your arms around him the way Luffy does.

"Traffy!! Good to see you!"

"I've told you to stop calling me that, Strawhat," Law grouses, struggling to free himself from the rubber man's grip. "And get off me!"

Luffy seems far from upset by Law's greeting, cheerful grin still wide and bright as he lets go to offer the same greeting to Bepo, just a few feet behind his Captain.

You pretend not to notice when Law glances at you, your own attention pointedly fixed on some obscure point until you can't feel the weight of his gaze anymore. Only then do you lett yourself look back at him, fingers twitching at the memory of his vivre card on your palm.

ㅡ

Luffy's plan for the ally rendezvous ends up being to anchor both the Sunny and the Polar Tang at the back coast of a nearby island with the intent to keep either crew from being spotted and recognized. (It's more Law's idea, but all he does is roll his eyes when Luffy repeats it with much more enthusiasm.)

After that it's a blur of cooking food in the kitchen, platters laden down with piles of food and lowered down onto the beach, where a bonfire (small and carefully contained) is going at Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper's request.

"Is there a reason you're avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you," you say from where you're picking up dry kindling for the bonfire. "Didn't we agree not to tell either of our crews we're together?"

"True," Law agrees as he approaches, "but I hardly think pretending that I don't exist at all is going to work either. They'll think you hate me."

"I think Zoro has that covered," you mumble. "But you know I don't hate you, Law."

"I do?" There's a hint of amusement in his tone, smirk tugging at his lips. He's teasing you, the jerk. "Could have fooled me."

You roll your eyes. "What if you're the one who hates me? Hm?"

He approaches, the height difference all the clearer for how he seems to tower over you, even as he leans down. "Hate is the furthest word from how I feel about you."

You've only shared a handful of kisses with Law and each time, you've been the one to initiate them. Perhaps a testament to how he's missed you, Law leans in, lips pressing against yours.

Your eyes close, and you're tempted to drop the bundle of wood in your hands in favor of curling them into his shirt ㅡ only to break apart at the same time as Law at the sound of your Captain's voice in tandem with Bepo's.

"Hey Traffy!! Where'd you go?"

"Captain? Captain!"

Law sighs. "So much for that," he says, pulling away from you completely and turning back in the direction that he'd come from. "Don't take too long coming back either, or they'll think you got eaten by a Sea King."

Watching his back, it's only then that you realize he's somehow eased the bundle of sticks from your grip and walked away with it ㅡ effectively leaving you with zero reason as to why you'd left in the first place.

"Jerk," you mutter, but you're smiling, bringing a hand up to trace your lips and the lingering warmth.

ㅡ

Sunset is a milky blend of reds and oranges, vibrant against the deep blue of the sea, inciting a deeper sense of contentment that makes you dig your feet into the sunwarmed sand.

"Comfortable?" Law seats himself beside you without preamble, the brush of his arm against yours intentional. You debate for a moment before you lean against him, gaze flicking upward to watch his lips curve into a softer smile when you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I am now," you mumble, let your eyes drift shut as you try to commit this to memory. "I wish we saw each other more."

There's a deeper meaning to it, a wholly selfish want for something more stable than what you have ㅡ going months at a time without sreing each other, vivre cards the only way of guaranteed safety. (It isn't safety, not really. Just the reassurance that the other is still alive.)

"I know." Law answers. "...every time I hear about whatever stunt you lot have pulled, I check your vivre card." Another deeper meaning, vulnerability where he usually can't afford it. "We could tell them, you know."

You snort. "Tell them what? 'Sorry, we've been dating behind your back for the last two years?'"

"You're dating Traffy?"

You feel Law tense under your head at Luffy's voice, and you turn to find him staring at the two of you.

Shit.

"Luffy, I, uhㅡ"

"Yes," Law cuts in, "we are." It startles you, how freely he's admitting to it now when he's the one who wanted to be so damn careful about it.

"Oh," Luffy says. And then he grins. "That's so cool! I mean, as long as you're not gonna steal [Name] and make them join you all the time."

You wonder if somewhere down the line, you've hit your head and entered a different dimension. Surely you have, for Law to be so blasé in admitting to your relationship and Luffy ㅡ well, that's on par for him.

Luffy takes it a step further, however, turning and cupping his hands around his mouth. "You guys!! Did you know Traffy and [Name] were dating?"

You flinch, Law's expression unreadable as there's an answering call ㅡ Shachi.

"No offense Captain, but we figured it out last year!"

"I thought they seemed awful chummy! Congrats, you two!" Nami.

And then Luffy is bounding off back to the others, and your shoulders slump. "Well, that was a lot of worry for nothing," you lament, though you reach for Law's hand, lacing your fingers before you stand, tugging him to his feet. "Come on, boyfriend. We have some explaining to do."

[edgeray]

One Hell of a Butler Pt. 2

Ball (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Wasn't really expecting to write arle content so soon but heck i miss writing and school makes me sad :( i have 4 assessments next week. i hate it here. also for @\megistusdiary and @\servalisms who feed me so well <333 love you guys. anyways, following the same concept as the first part here, this is some time after Reader and Arlecchino has made the contract. What do you guys think about this series? Future edit: It's gonna be a blurb, I say. It'll be less than 1k I say. *Looks at the time.* It's 3AM and the finished product is 2.2k words. Again. How do I do this to myself. I'm not calling this a oneshot though because not my greatest quality. Content Warning: Suggestive. semi-graphic descriptions of violence Series Masterlist

It's funny, really, having a demon as your butler. You could never imagine yourself as the type of person to even consider such a notion, and you certainly were not a believer of the supernatural either. Of course, beliefs change and so do mindsets; after all, your worldview was shattered with one singular event. It is that catalyst that has led you down this path. You used to believe that revenge was just a trope, an exaggerated manifestation of pettiness but as you feel it pump through your blood and inject in its veins, revenge is so very palpable. And with the contract, it's graspable, within your reach. It's like a dessert, waiting to be devoured after the main course. And like a dessert, however, in order to really savor it, one must be patient.

It has led you to this point. To a ball, specifically. The preparations have all been laid out, and you know what you your goal from this event is. The only thing left to do is to prepare the final touches and carry out the plan.

For all your meticulous planning, you don't expect yourself to be hindered before you had even gotten to the event. And defeated by a corset dress of all things. You couldn't extend your arms anymore to reach the strings behind your dress. Of course, you have other dresses, but none were as suitable for this event besides this one; this dress is made especially to carry secret compartments for weapons, a feature that none of your other apparels have.

"Arlecchino," you call out to your butler, and within a moment, the air of the room grew considerably colder, alerting you of the demon's sudden appearance. The abrupt chill invokes a chill down your spine and you let out a breathy exhale as you gazed at the mirror in front of you, and could see your servant's form just behind you, her height towering over you. On her face is the usual subtle smirk when she's with you and her red pupils gleamed just slightly.

"You look beautiful, my Lady," she greets with a low drawl although you knew it was out of politeness than admiration. Her irises burn as you could feel it traverse over your exposed back and you can barely suppress the goosebumps that her gaze provoked.

"I didn't summon you here to ogle me, Arlecchino," you say, maintaining a cool tone despite the warmth that bloomed over your bare skin, pricking your senses. A low rumble comes from the being and she leans forward placing her icy black hands over your naked shoulders, fingertips running across the surface smoothly as it slowly nears your collarbone. Her face nears your left ear, her breath cascading against your earlobe.

"Of course. It was simply an observation, my Lady. But, dare I say, you look simply ravishing." The demon whispers against the shell of your ear, her voice adorning the smallest bit of allure in it, and her hands suddenly grip your shoulders as she emphasizes the last word, then relaxing a moment later. Your inhale hitches but no other reaction is displayed outwardly.

"The strings, Arlecchino," you instruct as a distraction away from the soft flaring of your cheeks.

A brief pause as you observe through the mirror the gleam of mischief in the demon's black pits, and her hands move down your shoulder, only the pads of her fingers brushing ghosting over your shoulder blades and yet it feels like the heat from the contact drips down onto your skin. It's a lagging pace, deliberate and feather light as it finally reaches the farthest down string. Prodding fingers caress against your back as she begins maneuvering the strings masterfully, each graze seemingly lingering as it seems like she takes every opportunity to memorize the texture of you on her fingertips. When her painstaking process draws close to its end, she ties the strings together, making it tight enough to make you groan and arch your back from the sting. When you do, she traces a finger up the curvature of your spine.

"Arlecchino," you chastise with a shuddering breath. Hands find themselves on your hips, clawed fingertips faintly digging into you and you're suddenly pulled to her being, chest meeting against your spine.

"You can't possibly fault me for my behavior when you're far too delectable, can you?" She voices against your nape, cold lips just barely hovering over it while you feel hot air stroke against your hair. You shudder. A small ire wells up inside of you and you break from her grasp easily. 

“You know better than to fool around now of all times,” you huff irritably, before spinning around. “Now, are you dressed yet?” 

Your breathing halts once your eyes scan Arlecchino's body. Donning a midnight black tailcoat alongside matching slim trousers, a white button-collared dress shirt with scarlet ruffled cuffs, and finally, a simple jet black necktie. It is not very different compared to her usual apparels, and yet your sight cannot help but stagger over her. She's devilishly handsome, you begrudgingly admit to yourself, objectively pleasant to your view. You get the sense something is missing from her appearance, however, perhaps a mark of yours on her neck. You bite your tongue in reprimand to suppress any more carnal thoughts and you shift your focus away.

“Is it to your liking, my Lady?” A smug smile graces her kissable lips. 

“It's appropriate enough. You're missing something,” You reply back cooly, and you dig around the nearby drawers for the items you search for. Upon finding them, you find ebony gloves and then promptly fling them at the demon's face. They hit squarely, and slide off her mildly shocked expression with a comical, slow pace. It gives you more satisfaction than it should.  

“There,” you remark with a blank expression but a tone matching her prior pomposity. “I suppose you're presentable as my servant now.” 

You brush past her, comforted by the fact her eyes follow your form with each step. 

—

Upon arrival at the ball, it's nearly overwhelming–chatter fills the room and surrounds you at every angle, suffocating you under the noise of whispered gossip. A suited server comes up to you with a glass of some presumed luxurious beverage, no doubt costing a ludicrous amount. You swivel the untouched drink in your hand as you survey other guests, searching for a particular face in general. Arlecchino should be doing something similar right now, if she hasn't already found her target. 

The person you're looking for is no longer to be found, at least in your approximate vicinity. You grind your teeth together and your hand bunches the fabric of your dress in a fist. An advancing man steps into view and strolls towards you, confidence and snobbery exuding from his walking. 

“Would you like a dance, my Lady?” 

You can't help but cringe at the addressment, the term sounding only right from one particular individuial's tongue. But nonetheless, a cordial smile masks your disgust and you agree to it, letting the man lead you to a slow, and quite frankly, boring waltz. His movements are just flamboyanes to cover up his sloppy movements, and it only makes you wonder how a demon can so masterfully practice an art made by humans. During the dance, you try to fish him out of any useful information, but the daft male is incapable of doing anything besides leering at you. 

You could feel at the back of your neck someone else's stare–one that kindles like the flames of hell. You smirk to yourself. Maybe you can use her gaze, taunt her through this. You lean ever so closer, lurching forward to whisper something in his ear and you let his filthy hands wander your form a bit. 

When you finally part from him, enduring one last, disappointing dance, you say your farewells to him. Not out of respect as a dance partner but because you know his life will end in a few minutes. You only hope she remembers to dispose of the body and clean up the evidence. 

You find that she reappears by your side in less than fifteen minutes. It's cute that she does it when you're not in the vicinity, like you don’t already know what she did. How fortunate for you that you've already isolated yourself to a lone balcony when she finds you. Otherwise, people may accuse the two of you as undignified lovers.  

Shortly afterwards, the two of you return to the main location of the ball, and again, you're in search of a certain man. Arlecchino has yet been successful in finding her target and you wander the dance floor once again, though this time, you decline any dance requests. 

Your gaze follows that of a group of men eyeing something, and you trace for what they're looking at. With great irritance, you discover it's the demon that they’re leching over. Something ugly coils in the pit of your stomach, an ugly sensation filling your being the longer you watch their gaze, like a feeling that what they are coveting after is one of your belongings. 

“Arlecchino,” you softly gruff under your breath. You observe from across the large room that her head perks up immediately, reminiscent of how a dog would when its name is called, and without even looking, she steers through the sea of ball-goers towards your direction. 

When she’s finally in front of you, there's an aggravating, knowing grin that Arlecchino fails to hide. “Yes, my Lady?”  

You reach out to tug her necktie to you like a leash and she compliantly lets you pull her face towards you. 

“If people keep leering at you like that, they'll become an inevitable hindrance,” you lie straight through your teeth, hating the way her eyes crinkle in amusement as she sees right through you. The two of you know you're lying.  

“And what are you going to do about it, my Lady?” You should order her to wipe that complacent sneer off of her face, shouldn't you? 

“This,” you give her neck time a harsh yank and your lips brush against her neck, teeth biting her skin and your tongue lapping at the bite mark. It's a quick, stinging action that makes the demon grunt lowly but she's yet to pull away. She wouldn't dare to, not without your instructions. 

You pull away only after a few moments because it's not a mark made out of passion or affection. It’s a mark made out of desperation, out of possessiveness, to remind those who she belongs to and who can touch her. 

“Don't you dare hide it,” you demand, indignation creeping up your words. You release her, and she simply nods, her gloved fingers dabbing the mark. Walking away, you feel strangely content–what was missing from Arlecchino's appearance is there now. 

You call for her one last time during the ball. When you've led the man you were searching for into a private guest room, and you loosen his lips with the suggestiveness of your actions and the alcohol you slip in his hands. The information that spews out to you is useless, the furthest thing to what you desire even when you’ve pushed yourself far past what you'd like. He simply doesn't have what you want, you frustratingly recognize. You've let this man undress you until you're nearly half-naked for nothing. 

At the moment you acknowledge that this entire venture to this ball was for naught, you kick the disgusting man in the face, hard enough to hear a crunch underneath your heel and in his clutched hands, his broken nose bleeds. You sigh and start redressing yourself, thankful at least you didn't allow him to derobe you any further while he chucks insolent expletives and meaningless threats at you. He dares to reach out his hand for you with your back against him and it is then you mutter her name.

“Arlecchino.”

And like every time, she materializes right where you want her to, in between you and the vermin, blocking you from his sight. 

“Yes, my Lady?” She purrs as the man sputters out in shock, tumbling back.

You don't even look over your shoulder to give a command, instead, opting to fix your hair. “Dispose of him.”

There's no need for you to watch the bloodbath. You're familiar with how she kills now. It lasts no more than a few seconds and when you smell soot, you know she's done. You turn around, the last few embers of his body dissipating in the air. There's no remnants of him anymore, the room is spotless clean, except for the smear of blood on her cheek. 

“Don't you demons know how to clean yourselves?” You chastise with an exasperated click of your tongue and extend your hand, your thumb wiping the crimson droplet from her face and then guiding your thumbpad to her lips. Her tongue darts out, and laps up the last trace of him with a deliberate swipe. 

It ignites a blaze in your chest and your heart drums. 

“Take me home, Arlecchino. We're done here.” 

“Of course, my Lady.” 

[eiloveir]

“and then, that’s it.”

pairing. — uchiha sasuke x reeader

warnings. — features occasional profanity, a tense argument, and relationship issues.

author’s note. — the storyline draws inspiration from Justin Bieber’s “flatline.”

The air in the room was thick with an uncomfortable stillness, as though the weight of everything left unsaid pressed down on your chest. It wasn’t just the silence, but the kind that left you gasping for air, desperate for something that would break the void between you and Sasuke. Five years. You had spent five long years by his side, and yet, standing here now, you’d never felt so completely alone. The man who once held you so close now felt miles away, even when he was standing right in front of you.

You watched him as he removed his tie, every movement precise, but empty. There was no tenderness, no acknowledgment of you in the way he moved—just cold, mechanical motions. It hit you then: the man who once held you, who used to pull you in without hesitation, now felt like a stranger. Something had broken between you, and the silence that hung in the air seemed to say more than either of you could.

Neither of you knew how to fix it—or even if it could be fixed.

He didn’t smile at you anymore—not like he used to. He didn’t share those rare laughs over silly things or press gentle kisses to your forehead when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Now, Sasuke had buried himself in work, using it as a fortress to shut you out. He left before the sun rose, never bothering to meet your gaze, and came home long after it had set. When he did come home, he just went through his routine, making you feel as though you weren’t even there for him to notice at all.

Tonight, though, you had dared to hope—just a small hope. You had made his favorite dishes, slaving away in the kitchen for hours, preparing each dishes, and clinging to the ridiculous belief that maybe this time, he would notice. That maybe this time, he would see you again.

You stood in the kitchen, feeling raw, exposed, a vulnerability you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel in months churning at your insides. You were desperate—for him, for something to pull him back, to salvage whatever was left.

“I made dinner,” you said, and you know how much emotion was contained in those two little words.

You gestured to the table, where the food sat untouched, waiting for him like you always had, like you always did.

Sasuke gave it a cursory glance. His palm rubbed the bridge of his nose, a motion you would eventually grow to detest as his gaze dropped down to the ground. It was his cue to cut you out of the conversation before it even started.

“I’m not hungry,” he muttered, as though his mind was already somewhere far from you.

Your chest clenched cruelly, but you bit back the flood of hurt that threatened to surge. “But I made it for you,” you murmured more softly this time.

“I’ve got work to do,” he replied sharply, cutting you off before you could even begin to argue.

Always work. The thought echoed in your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time he had chosen to be present with you. You tried to understand how important his work was, but to the point that he didn’t even bother to talk to you anymore? It stung more than you cared to admit—it feels as if he had forgotten how to make room for you in his life.

He turned away, moving toward his desk with that same cold efficiency, as if your attempt was merely an inconvenience he couldn’t be bothered with. Frustration boiled over within you, spilling past your defenses before you could rein it in. “It’s always work with you, isn’t it?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, the sharpness of your voice surprising even yourself. The silence that followed felt heavy, and you braced yourself for his reaction.

Sasuke’s body froze in its tracks as he was about to take a step, his muscles tensing as if he was prepared to take on it. He pivoted around to face you, his facial expression unchanging and his eyes darkened with impatience.

“What exactly are you insinuating with that statement?” He stood there, appearing edgy and on edge, waiting for your response.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hurt and rage swirling inside you. “It means you’re never here, Sasuke,” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of emotions you’d kept bottled up for so long. “You’re always somewhere else—always busy, always too tired. Do you even care anymore?”

His jaw tightened, the tension in his form evident as he cut in with a warning. “Don’t even start this again,” he said firmly, tone dripping with edges. “I’ve explained to you before, my work—”

“I’m sick of hearing about your work!” you snapped, your own frustration now bubbling over. “You hide behind it, Sasuke. It’s your excuse for everything. You’re shutting me out.”

“I’m not shutting you out. You’re the one who’s making this into something it’s not.”

“Something it’s not?” You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, but you fought them back. You refused to let him see how much he was hurting you, how much this was tearing you apart. “We’re barely even together anymore! You come home late, you don’t talk to me, and when you do, it’s like I don’t even exist! How is that not shutting me out?”

“You think I don’t have enough on my plate?” he said quietly, his voice barely containing the anger simmering beneath the surface. “Do you even understand the kind of pressure I’m under?”

“And what about me?” you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. “What about the pressure I’m under? To keep pretending that everything’s fine? To keep waiting for you to care?”

“You really don’t grasp the situation, do you? I simply don’t have the time to waste on this. Every second counts for me right now, and your petty complaints are the last thing I need on my plate. Can’t you see that?” He gave you an earnest gaze, his eyes narrowing as the tension between you grew. His patience was slipping, and with every seconds, his frustration grew.

“Petty?” The word struck you like a sharp slap. In an instant, the tears you had desperately tried to hold back cascaded down your cheeks. “This isn’t just something trivial, Sasuke! This is about our relationship! And yet, you’re treating it as if it holds no significance at all.” Your voice trembled with emotion, and hurt flooding your words as you confronted him.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated, as though you were just another problem he had to deal with. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not like I’m gone forever. I come home, don’t I?”

“Physically, maybe. But emotionally? You’re never here. It’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore.”

“This is exactly why I can’t deal with this right now. You blow everything out of proportion, and then you expect me to drop everything to coddle you.”

“I’m not asking you to coddle me,” you whispered, his apathy crushed you, and you felt your breath seize and your chest constrict. “I’m asking you to care.”

There was an intolerable void between you, and his silence was deafening. When he finally did say anything, his voice lacked the familiar warmth and his words were chilly. “You can’t even understand me.”

“Do you really think I don’t understand you?” The question escaped your lips. “I’ve been trying to reach you this whole time!” Like a tumbling river, your words flowed forth, a cry to close the distance that seemed to grow between you.

With your heart racing, you moved closer to look for any indication of comprehension in his countenance. “I see your damn struggles, the tired you are, but it feels like you’re shutting me out completely. How can I understand what you’re going through if you refuse to let me in?”

He did not respond. He merely stood there, silently saying louder than he could have with his expression. And you were broken by that quiet. You understood, for the first time in years, that Sasuke was not going to stand up for you and that he would not even apologize for the suffering he had caused by hurting you in the manner that he had.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.” he eventually spoke, and in that instant, everything around you seemed to stop. It felt like the air was stolen from your lungs, and your heart splintered into a thousand fragments.

Again, he stood there, silently watching as your heart shattered, doing nothing to stop it. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, and you made no attempt to wipe them away. “So, this is how it ends?”

He said nothing.

In that moment, you realized it was over.

You realized you had lost him long before tonight.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The brothers reaction to F!mc being stuck in a wall classic trope it can be nsfw If you want

Stuck in a Wall | Yandere Obey Me

If by brothers you mean the seven in Obey Me then they would love it. So much happens at the house of lamentation that it's only a given that at some point you end up stuck in the wall: your bottom exposed and your flailing hands as you frantically implore your demons to help you. Now whether they actually listen is up to them but it's a given that they all most certainly enjoy it:

Lucifer

“....Mammon?”

“Mammon.”

He’ll tiredly hold the bridge of his nose before moving his hands to release you

But he stops

Letting a coy smile spread across his face as he imagines actually using a spell to see you’re relieved face turns into confusion

“Luci?”

“...Now I don’t have to release you just yet. Heck, I might just let you serve your punishment for joining that idiot.”

“W-what?!”

“Of course, I’ll release you after.”

Better hope you haven’t incurred his wrath previously 

Because even without a clear connection to why this has happened to you he’s chuckling 

He’s generally tame if your rapport is good

Pinching the fat of your waist, your thigh

But if you’ve been particularly naughty he’s letting his hand come down on your unattended behind 

holding your legs so that your kicking does nothing to thwart him

Granted a punishment is given if you’ve been too busy running around with his other brothers

Or actively participating in the Anti-lucifer League’s schemes

Or taking his brother’s sides when they’re being particularly unbearable

It's the least you can do for him

Reminding you who owns you

“Don’t bother struggling now. Taking your punishment is the least you can do after letting everyone but me keep you close.”

Mammon 

“A random butt sticking out of the wall! What do I do? Do I smack it or–”

“Mammon! If you smack me, so help me–”

“Oh- it talks!?”

“Mammon!”

Because he’s Mammon it takes a while before he puts two and two together

But when he finally does

He’s torn between giving into his mischievous side and his immense desire to please you

“Come on, Mammon i just need you to pull me out.”

“Pull…?”

“Yeah grab my waist and pull me out that’s all you have to do.”

“...Your waist….”

“Uhhh Mammon are you okay?”

He’s burning up 

He already knew that every part of you was beautiful but now he’s remembered just how beautiful

Even split in half you’re the sexiest in his whole world

Now how can he let up a chance to touch you now

But it's all up to how well you’ve kept him your dog fed

Have you pushed past his fake+ protests to sit with him while he gambled his earnings away

Or wearing the jewelry he bought

Or rewarding him for being the loyal dog that he is

Otherwise, he’ll have to collect your debt with building interest

“Other than your arms…you can’t really stop me from kissin’ ya anyway right?”

Leviathan

“Ahahahaha, this is–ha–just like that one anime! Now you’re helpless Ruri-chan as I steal the magic fauna.”

“Levi! Just get me out, please.”

“And give up a prime lucky-leecher moment? I’m no fool!”

He’s all talk now 

Because he can’t see you’re angry face

Only your defenseless rump is perfectly defensive as you exhaustingly kick your legs

You can’t see the insane blush on his face 

Or the camera flashes+

“Y-you probably don’t want a disgusting otaku to be your savior, right? So it’s best if I just stay here–”

“Noo…wait Levi…please? Can you be…my hero? A passing adventurer’s side quest…w-will y-you help a fellow adventurer out?”

“Hahaha with a romance benefit and experience points?!”

“...Fine.”

He either wants to chicken out or idly fantasize about your predicament

You have to play his game 

Granted you’ll have to take a few liberties giving him a minute or two free range

“Here I come! With a hero’s reward on the line!”

Satan

“Oh my, what have we here?”

One of the worst 

He’s most aware of what he could get away with at this moment

And he’s going to play as coy as he likes for as long as he wants

You’re helpless prey and he’s pouncing

“Well well, what is a bodiless butt sticking out of the wall?”

“Please Satan I got stuck and–”

“It’s a shame I have no idea where the mouth is to it but it most certainly has a nice shape.”

“Satan! Please! I know you can hear me! Ah~!”

“Fits so nicely in my hands.”

You’re going to barter 

And that’s what he’s counting on

Not only will he be getting to feel you in places

But whatever you have to offer will be wonderful to call for whenever he feels peckish 

Or wants to piss Lucifer off

And if you’re not offering anything of value he wins just as much

“Well if I just stick the end of this cattail in here, we can have ourselves a grand old time.”

Asmodeus

“Ahhh~just for me (Y/n)-baby!”

“What!? No! No!”

The absolute worst to find you like this

He can’t be bartered with, fought off, or tricked

He’s going to have you 

After all, you’re practically giving yourself to himself

“Awww stop struggling baby~it’ll feel great~!”

“No! Asmo stop! Put back on my–ah~!”

“Seee?! Didn’t I say?!”

Nothing’s stopping him from hammering+ bothering both stuck sides of your person

You’re mild frantic attempts to stop him are simply cute demonstrations of your nervousness

But let him wash it all away 

“No worries darling! When we’re done we can have one last sesh in the bath m’kay.”

Beelzebub

“That butt looks a lot like (Yn)’s…”

It is sheer luck that he looks up from whatever he’s eating to notice you

He’ll stand there debating if he wants to get involved

And even when you call out to him

He’s quickly finishing his food before actually coming over

“Beel! Get me out of here!” 

“Hmmm?”

“Beel stop eating and get me out!” 

“Mmm okay.”

Don’t expect him to let you run off now that he’s holding you by the waist

He remembers how much smaller you are to him

And whens the next time he’s going to be able to take you to him and Belphie’s room before someone runs off with you

“Hey, have you eaten yet?”

Belphegor

“Ah there you are I was looking for you.”

This is going to be quick and easy…

If everything’s alright

If he’s not being moody, stressed out, tired, mildly irritated

You’ll be fine

But if not he’ll have so much pent-up energy there can be only one way to release it

“B-belphie a-are you okay?”

“Oh I will be. So just stay still.”

“Wait hold on-”

“Shhh I’ll be quick.”

He means it

This is just to get started 

The beginning of affection is long overdue

‘Why do you have to be with everyone but me!’ 

‘Just because I’m sleeping it doesn’t mean I don’t want you near’+

“We can continue in bed I’m tired of standing here.”

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If anything, you had expected him to react sooner. Lashing out in the way you hoped he would in response to your flippant and rude reaction to his critiques. What fun was a disciplinary meeting with your boss if there wasn't a little bit of added danger? Some ill-advised flirting, watching his cheeks go a little bit pink as you talked back to him and challenged his authority. No one else did. And you thought if anyone deserved a little bit of fight back, it was Cecil Stedman.

Only after you smiled, an incredulous laugh as he told you he had every right to fire you for your perceived incompetence and your lack of respect did he lunge forwards. That was his breaking point. If you weren't going to stand there and take your punishment, perhaps you would prefer to bend over and take it instead.

Cecil's hands were on your hips, a surprising amount of strength left in him despite his age and his years of comfortable desk work. He turned you easily, your hips bashed against the edge of his desk as he pushed your back down, palm between your shoulder blades. There really was no need for him to be so forceful. You were eager to please now that he was getting through to you in the way you preferred.

Those same deft fingers that had embedded themselves into your flesh were now briskly unbuckling his belt, pulling his cock out and stroking it as it stiffened against his palm, still quick for a man of his years. You waited patiently as his free hand stroked the back of your thigh, fingers hooking under the fabric of your skirt and lifting it a little.

Behind you, Cecil shifted himself awkwardly until his legs were against you, close enough that he could push his erection under the hem. He bucked his hips, thrusting upwards slowly, his cock lifting your skirt further, a slow reveal of your soft, plump rear. Impatient, he gripped at the fabric, lifting it up to your lower back, exposing you completely. No underwear. Either you hadn't worn any to work or you had slipped it off prior to your meeting with him. He couldn't decide which was worse.

Through gritted teeth he hissed something at you, words you couldn't quite catch, irritated mutters no doubt. They trailed off as he spat into his palm, rubbing the makeshift lubricant along his shaft before he pressed his cock between your cheeks and slid it up between them. The friction, the way your skin clung to him, warm, soft, teasing his foreskin down as he tilted his hips forward as far as his back would allow him.

When he spoke this time you could make him out clearly, despite the quiet growl behind the words.

"I don't want to leave a mess, or any evidence."

Without turning you replied.

"Please, Cecil..."

Even the way you refused to address him as Mr Stedman, or even just Stedman, rubbed him the wrong way. Your aggressive need to wind him up, using his first name all the time, infuriated him.

"... discretion is important to me. It's the one area of my performance that you've never criticised."

Despising the fact that you were right, he mumbled his response.

"I suppose that's true."

"Exactly. Now. Fuck me properly. Teach me my lesson. Let's see if you can't get me to behave like a model employee."

You wiggled your hips, grinding your ass against his crotch. His pupils dilated, blood surging through his length as he lined himself up with your cunt and grabbed your hips.

The way he moved was so aggressive. You could feel his anger in every pump, every stroke of his cock against your walls. There was no care in his actions, all anger, all fury, all tension as he fucked you hard and fast over his desk. You were trying to keep yourself steady, pretend that you were still in control. But the drool that pooled against your lip, spilling out over the corner, the way your eyes were half-lidded and devoid of all thought, it was so telling of the way you had immediately succumbed to him.

And just when you thought you couldn't seem any more pathetic, any easier, you let out a soft moan. It didn't quite attract the response you had imagined it would, however, as Cecil brought a palm to your ass in a firm, sharp smack.

"Please keep quiet. I don't want to hear anything from you."

"Yes, sir, Mr Stedman."

Now you addressed him correctly? When he was already teetering on the edge of climax far earlier than he thought was acceptable? It was as if you had a way of knowing how to get at him, how to push all of his buttons.

"God, I really do wish I could fire you."

Through your heavy, calculated breaths you managed to retort.

"I know... it's a shame hng... you can't bring yourself - ah - you're just a little... little bit weak willed... hmmm... a bit - fuck - soft-"

The last word was strangled a little, choked out of your mouth with a cough as Cecil's hand closed tight around your throat. His fingers pressed down, your veins throbbing against his fingertips. He could feel your pulse quickening, either excitement or fear, and he wasn't fussy about which emotion he elicited from you in that moment.

"Be careful... I may not be able to fire you, but I could just make you disappear."

His fingers pushed in harder before he let go, leaving you free to offer your comeback through deep, panting breaths.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"More of a promise."

He picked up the speed, seemingly pushed to the edge of orgasm by the mental image of finally getting rid of you, his anger and desire in a hazy swirl as he felt himself losing control. A final grunt, one firm pump up to the hilt, and he was spilling his warm seed inside of you, watching it begin to dribble out of your glistening cunt when he pulled out and began dressing himself. He worked quickly, trying to have himself put together by the time you turned around, not wanting to lose any of his status by looking dishevelled in front of you.

Giving him time, and sensing his urgency, you slowly worked your skirt back up, knowing that the walk back to your own office would be fraught with the danger of Cecil's cum running down your leg.

When you finally turned around to face him he was back in his chair, focused on some paperwork and ignoring your presence completely. But as you approached the door, content to leave him alone without any further comments, you heard him speaking softly.

"Keep up the bad work. I expect to see you in here next week, and I don't think you'll let me down on that front at least."

Without turning, you left the room with your final quip.

"Yes, sir, Mr Stedman."

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 18

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

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MINORS DNI 18+

Burning Hearts Chapter 18: Interruptus

— —

The days grew darker and colder as you approached the one year mark of being a “captive” of the Heart Pirates. As your mentorship with Law evolved into something more than just a student/teacher relationship, you yearned to feel his body closer to you. As intimate as you grew with Law, you had still yet to fully consummate your union. 

It was always something.

It was like the gods themselves were stopping the two of you from taking it all the way. It was either one of you wan’t in the right mental state for it, too nervous or anxious, and when you were both feeling hot and bothered, something got in the way. 

First, it was the time in the forest… 

One chilly late-fall morning, you were finishing your training session with Law in the woods and you couldn’t help but turn it into an exhibitionistic make-out session. It all started when you had him pinned against the cool earth, your blades just millimeters from his heaving chest, and your black wings looming over the both of you. 

His face was sweaty, chin tilted up slightly to avoid the edge of your blades… gods he looked so beautiful underneath you… you gave in to your urges and dropped your swords and gripped his face before smashing your lips on his. He sighed heavily before letting his own sword clatter to the ground so he could grip the back of your head. The kiss was needy, wet, and desperate. You had such little alone time that you couldn’t help but break your rule of never acting like lovers (or whatever he considered you to be to him) during your training sessions. You were both pent up, he could forgive you for breaking the rule just this once… 

You hummed into Law’s mouth as he used his free hand to grind your hips down onto his. He smirked at your pleased reaction. 

*bdbbbtbb bddbbbtbbb*

The sound of a snail ringing shattered the serenity of the forest clearing. 

“Shit.” Law pulls back from you and sighs. 

“Don’t answer it…” You purr into the column of his throat as you place wet kisses along it. 

“No I have to get it-“

“Please honey, they can wait…” You plead as you toy at the collar of his shirt and nip at his exposed collarbones 

“No I’m getting it-“ Law says as he wrestles his snail out of his coat pocket and picks up. 

*click* 

“What?!” Law answers, angrily. You lean back on his lap and roll your eyes. You could have sworn you saw the snail in his hand wince. 

Penguin’s voice came through the speaker. 

“Hey are you still with D? Can you ask her if you’re supposed to wash the whites on hot or cold. I can never remember.”

“YOU CALLED ME OVER LAUNDRY?!” Law shrieks at the snail, blowing its eyes back. 

“Yeah you said if we had any emergencies we could call.” Penguin states on the other line. 

“Laundry is an emergency?!” You watched as Law grew redder and redder. 

“I dunno, I thought so.” 

“When I get back I swear to-“ Law seethes but you interrupt him. 

“Hot if it’s towels and sheets, cold if it’s clothes.” You pipe up. 

“Hey thanks! See you guys back here soon!” Penguin’s dopey smile is evident through the phone. The line clicks. Law sighs and throws his head back against the ground. 

“You’re probably not in the mood anymore, huh.” Law gives you a defeated smile from underneath you. 

“No… not really. Plus, there’s a hill of fire ants like, 2 feet from your head.” You say calmly. 

“WHERE?” Law jumps up with you on top of him and you take to the air. You laugh as you fly back to the base, leaving Law with a hat full of ants. 

——

Then there was the girls night you forgot about.

A quiet Saturday evening at the base resulted in Law offering to bring some Sora comics over to your room so he could read them to you. Comic books weren’t really your thing, but you saw the faint sparkle in Law’s eyes when he pitched the date idea to you. It was so sweet, so vulnerable… you couldn’t say no. 

So here you were, laid up on your pillows against the headboard. Law laid on his back too, his head and shoulders resting in between your torso and arm. You stroked his shoulder as he settled his head against your chest. He held up each comic so the two of you could see and he explained and read each panel in detail. You hmm’d and made other interested remarks as he fanboyed over his favorite series. 

“Well that’s the last one I brought. Maybe later next week I could bring a few more over-“ Law caught himself rambling. “I mean, if you’re interested.” 

“I’d love that, it’s a date.” You smiled as you leaned to kiss the top of his head. 

Law sets his cherished comic books on your bedside table before climbing on top of you. 

“Oh, can I help you, Mr Trafalgar?” You coo up at him with a smile as he hovers over you, his lips barely ghosting over yours, teasing you. 

“I think you can…” Law smirks against your lips gently. He snakes his hand to your thigh, lifting up the big tee shirt you were wearing and then spreading your legs. He gently cups your mound over your panties and you hum in approval. Law feels your wet heat through the cotton fabric. “You definitely can…” 

Before Law’s lips can finally envelope yours the way you’re craving, you hear a loud THUMP against your bedroom door. 

“Bitch why is your door locked? You flickin’ the bean or something? Come on, it’s girls night!” Ikkaku shouts from the other side of your metal door. 

Law’s eyes shoot up to meet yours again, this time in a panicked expression. 

“Shit I forgot it was Saturday!” You whisper to Law. 

“Fuck, I gotta get out of here…” Law says quietly before sheathing the room in blue. 

It wasn’t more than a second before the weight on top of your body was lifted and you were alone in your room. You take a second to catch your breath and pull your tee shirt back down past your thighs before standing up to unlock the door. 

“Sorry, sorry! I totally forgot! I lost track of time…” You apologize as you open the door. “You know how it is.” 

“Yeah yeah whatever, I found this bottle of tequila under Shachi’s bed… let’s hope they didn’t backwash in it too badly…” Ikkaku says as she strolls into your room and flops onto your bed, bottle of liquor in hand. “Holy shit he was just here.”

“What?” You spin around as you close the door behind her. 

“Law. He was totally just here. Oh my god I just cock blocked you!” Ikkaku’s expression was a strange mixture of sympathy and amusement. 

“I-I don’t… how???” You stutter out. 

“There’s comic books on your nightstand and it smells like stale coffee in here.” Ikkaku cocks her head at you knowingly. “You two were just in here making out, I banged on the door, and he freaked out over anyone knowing about the two of you so he ‘room’ed himself back to his office. Am I right?”

You sigh. 

“You’re not wrong.” You hop onto the bed across from your friend and grab the tequila bottle from her hand. You pop the cork off and take a swig. The clear liquid burns the back of your throat, but it soothes the feeling of embarrassment of being clocked so harshly and the annoyance of having Law’s touch ripped away from you again. 

“Damn… sorry, girl…” Ikkaku pats her hand on your knee. “Well! We’re here now, so drink up!” She tries to lighten your mood and tip the end of the bottle upwards in your hand. 

“Guess so!” You smirk and take another swig. 

— — 

THEN there was the time in the kitchen… 

You were walking past the galley with your laundry basket on your hip when you noticed Law standing at the counter alone, eating an orange and facing away from you. You change your course and enter the kitchen.

“I thought I’d only have to deal with the perverts on my own crew stealing my underwear… but here I am missing some again. Any chance you’d know anything about that?” You say teasingly as you set your laundry basket on the kitchen island counter.

Law turns around with his brows furrowed. 

“You have crew mates who take your underwear?” Law says with a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice. 

“Just the cook and a 90 year old reanimated skeleton.” You remark casually. 

Law’s expression becomes even more puzzled as he tries to make sense of your comment. 

“But what would the skeleton even-?” Law questions as you press your body against his and wrap your hands around his neck. 

“I don’t question it, just like I’ve let you steal them for almost a year now…” You smirk and play with the hair at the back of his neck. 

“Y-you don’t care that I’ve had them?” Law says quietly, looking at the door making sure it was closed and no one was coming by. “I wanted to bring them back I just didn’t know how to-“

You stand on your toes and press a tender kiss to his blathering lips. 

“It’s ok honey…” You say as you pull back. “It’s kind of hot..” You smirk. 

“Y-you think?” Law whispers into your lips. 

“Mhmm…” you affirm as you kiss him again, fingertips still tickling the back of his scalp. 

Law’s demeanor shifts from embarrassed to cockiness as he grips your ass firmly with both hands and hikes you up into his arms. 

“Well in that case, I think we should take this to my office…” Law smiles and kisses you firmly, gripping your butt tightly. 

Before you had a chance to respond you were dropped swiftly and your tailbone met the cold metal floor with a thud. 

“What the fuck, dude?” You ask as you regain your clarity. 

“Hey is anyone making dinner tonight? Woah, Daisy why are you on the floor like that? Are you okay?” Shachi rips open the door to the galley and bursts in. 

“She tripped. You know how she is.” Law hurriedly pulls you to your feet before immediately breaking physical contact. 

You rise to your feet and dust yourself off. 

“Hah hah, yep! Clumsy me!” You feign a laugh. 

“Damn, captain you should really check her out. She’s like, always falling all over the place. Maybe she’s got like, some inner ear issue or something? Or maybe those scaly dragon wings mess with her balance…”

“I will keep that in mind, Shachi.” Law says stoically. 

“Yeah, another time for that examination then, I think.” You huff as you slide out of the kitchen and back to your room. 

— — 

The time in his office was different… You didn’t wait for him to return.

You had finally had enough of the tension. You wanted Law. Law wanted you. You had both made it very clear. It was time you stopped waiting for the perfect moment and make the moment yourself. 

You took a long shower, taking care to wash your hair and shave to your liking. You applied lotion and perfume and let your hair dry naturally, the way that Law liked. After your shower you  threw on a soft black robe and headed straight for Law’s office. It was late enough that no one else would be walking the halls. 

You knocked twice to no response. You waited.

Nothing. 

You knocked twice again.

Nothing.

You tried the doorknob. It clicked open. 

“I should’t be doing this…” You whisper to yourself before pushing the door open. You peek your head inside and look around. The entire office was dark, including his adjoining bedroom, the only light on was the one on his desk. You were drawn to it. 

“Law?” You call out into the room as you step in. You close the door behind you. 

You walk to the archway leading into the bedroom. His queen sized bed was unmade, but unoccupied. You turn back to his empty office and start to move towards his desk. You sidle up next to his desk, curious as to what he was working on. 

What catches your eye is a large, marked out map spread across Law’s desktop. You see large buildings on the map circled and marked with their entry and exit points. This was an island you’ve never seen before…. Flower fields marked several terraces of the layered land and cobblestones streets ran like veins across the map. 

Your fingers finally reach the corner of the paper. 

“Dressrosa…” You whisper as you glide your hand across the title of the map. 

“Oh my god…” You pull your hands to your mouth and gasp. This was an attack strategy. Law was leaving his crew for a solo mission.

Law was planning to kill Doflamingo. 

“No… he can’t…” You back away slowly from the desk, your hands still to your mouth. 

With the shock of this realization you sprinted from Law’s office, down the dimly lit hallway back to your room. You swung your door open and threw yourself under your covers, breathing heavily as you tried to put yourself to sleep. How could you go on knowing Law was planning a suicide mission?

— —

**AN- HEY YALL Sorry this took so long! I think the big THING will happen next chapter, will probably be out Sunday? Thank you for being so patient and reading the series! LOVE YOU!**

[reality-exodus]

The Abduction

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader (established relationship)

Warnings:angst hurt blood bullet wound

Summary: reader gets shot trying to escape the situation, will they be taken care of on time

We had been called in a riot, police escort and all the crazy things that happened in state prisons. We had a fire to put out either way, I hadn't had the chance to speak with Eddie after last night's argument. I have to admit, storming out of the house during night wasn't the nicest reaction but it was better than saying things upon fury. When we arrived at the station, dispatch immediately got us to the prison incident.

We arrived and police were all around us, I could feel Eddie's eyes closing on me making sure I was nearby. We were moving out as we noticed the two inmates that were barely alive, Eddie and Buck got one of them aiding him out to our ambulance while we waited for more police escort.

"What if he codes?"I asked Captain Nash who sighed heavily.

"Alright Y/L/N approaching Diaz and Buckley" he informed the systems as I jogged towards their route.

"Approaching them now" I filled in as I arrived and started walking next to Buck.

"Hey there" he greeted with a smile, he could sense the electrified atmosphere between me and Eddie, therefore he knew it wasn't the moment to talk or ask about it.

"Officer why don't we move forward, prepare the ambulance we shouldn't be exposed to the yard" I suggested and snuck my hand on Buck's pocket I was moving, I wouldn't give them space to argue with me. He did follow. I heard Eddie's exhale and I shook my head as I was jogging to the exit.

"You seem like you know our job" the escorting guard commented as I opened the ambulance and got the bed out.

"It's true, I was in the police academy but then being a paramedic won me over." I explained and prepared the bed as the rest exited as well, I lowered the bed so the inmate would be laid quicker. I got in the back of the ambulance and so did Eddie and one guard as the other and Buck went on the front. The siren was heard.

"Eddie, give me the IV" I requested as the supply was closer to him,I started cleaning the spot not really realizing what was going on, I plugged the small tube of the fluid bag to the needle and then carefully placed it on his arm as the siren stopped. There was silence no one said a thing, I would break the silence as my fianceè was in a mood to start a conversation.

"What the hell?" Eddie murmured the moment I stood up to hook the IV,I turned my head abruptly as I noticed the abrupt movement of the prison guard that was holding a gun pointing at me. Eddie held my wrist the moment I was frozen standing and pulled me to sit down again next to him. He didn't let go, I slid my hand to hold his too.

My throat went dry, my gaze spectated Eddie, he was staring at the guy angered, his expression was solid and tremendously decisive as if he was scheming a plan… I had my own plan though as well. I breathed out, not realizing I was holding my breath, it came out like a sob.

"It's going to be alright"Eddie assured me, we were close to each other so close he was putting his body forward so I was behind him just in case. I didn't resist, I simply held his hand tightly, he could feel me shaking.

"We can't thank you enough, I was waiting to get out of there 18 years ago." He sighed heavily and smiled at us, the vehicle was slowly stopping. "Now how about we get out of here for a while." He winked at us, signing us with the gun.

I stood up and opened the doors slowly, Eddie was close behind me. I took a step and tripped, in my attempt to stop the fall I grabbed a drawer making it fall along with its interior to the ground. Before I fell Eddie wrapped his arm around my waist pulling to my feet. As he did I managed to snatch two sedative injections.

Once I was down Eddie followed suit, he came close to me, as on my other side there was Buck, he was angry too, but in a way that he was to do something stupid. "Check them" the one that was on the back ordered and the other one started patting Eddie's suit then it was my turn, his eyes fixed on me as foreign hands patted my body over the suit.

"That's enough" he spoke and the guy laughed a bit and moved to Buck as I managed to cover the injections.

"What do we do" Buck asked lowly and I swallowed

"There are two of them and two of us" Eddie spoke and I shook my head

"And then there's me, with two sedatives on my sleeve, so I need a distraction" I announced and looked at Eddie slightly.

"The fall as you got out" he realized with a heavy sigh

They ripped our wirelesses and took our phones and wallets. One was holding Eddie. He took a photo of Christopher out "Cute Kid" he noticed "Yours?". He overstepped, Eddie's behavior changed, softened I could feel the fear he felt for his son. "I guess he lives with you at 4995 South Be-" he was to say the address but Buck interrupted him with a punch landed on his face.

This was my distraction.

The other guy fought Buck with a punch as I moved to the other one to inject him before I could, there was a shot heard, I turned my face immediately to Buck who was next to me and then Eddie only to see fear flooding both of their faces. Seconds later I felt the same fear as I felt the bullet enter and exit my shoulder, I fell with a sob as Eddie raced stumbling next to me as if guns weren't there, he held me close to him, I was breathing sharply already red in tears, he leaned me on his chest applying pressure with his fireproof coat, he removed mine too.

Buck soon approached and took my wrist."strong pulse." He informed Eddie who was letting go of my wound.

"It's an in and out. Only shoulder." Eddie spoke, I calmed down, my head upon his heartbeat, assisted me to control my breaths and calm down, it made me feel safe.

"I assume that now we are on the same page" one of them said.

I was only waiting for what would come now… I didn't move an inch from where I was hidden "Get in" he ordered us.

Eddie had me standing. "Are you alright?" He asked as he wrapped the coat carefully so then pressure would be applied.

I nodded "don't worry I am hanging" I assure him, I walked on my own to the vehicle behind me then boys. "He is in cardiac arrest" I realized as the patient had no pulse and was choking in his own blood.

"Then save him" he spoke

"She c pman't" Eddie pointed out as he and Buck started the attempts to regain his pulse.

"Don't worry, when will be just fine she is a paramedic, and besides that if she dies you two will die." He announced and my blood went cold.

"He is right, you revive him and I will take care of myself" I smiled reassuringly. "I am just getting the patches to stop the bleeding of my wound," I said.

"No, I have it stable with my coat Y/N… remove it and it may get worse" Eddie remarked. "You have to rest so your pressure falls enough and the blood you lose is preserved " he suggested and I nodded, laying back I was speaking advising them on how to behave with the patient.

Soon we arrived at the hospital, it was dark outside and I was starting to slip in and out of consciousness. Everything I heard was blurry. I woke up from Eddie and Buck shouts.

"Okay he ought to go to the hospital with Buck but Y/N needs to follow along." Eddie exclaimed "She is bleeding out" his voice sounded scared.

"Her life it's not in my hands, and in case you haven't noticed I am holding the gun, so now do as I say before I quicken the bleed out" he sighed and Buck slowly got off the ambulance with the other guard.

Eddie approached me "Hey Y/N" He sighed softly and pulled me to the space on the floor so I would lay down "how are you feeling?" He asked me as he processed one IV on my hand, I flinched with a sob.

"I am alright" I breathed, barely making my voice audible "just dizzy" I spoke and smiled weakly.

"You said her life is not in your hands… what do you want to let us go" Eddie yelled slightly.

"My son is on life support, waiting for a heart transplant, but you see his priority spot is not so high up…" he explained "I am available and compatible… but I also am a convict… so I cannot donate." He explained and lowered his gaze to me.

I could hear him, he looked at me with a slight sigh. My breathing was shallow as I was laying on Eddie's arms. "You can't stay here forever, they will make a move eventually and both of them will die…" Eddie spoke for some reason and it seemed to work. "If we go out and you turn yourself in, I have a friend, Taylor Kelly. She will let people know of the situation and the transplant will be found," he suggested.

"We will do our best too, if we know your son's blood type" I spoke my voice came out hoarse, I coughed turning on my side, if I passed out I should be on the right position, Eddie helped me his hand str

Oking my head, untangling then braids I had to let me looser, he kissed my temple before looking back up.

"Alright… we are going out…" he finally announced. "Secure her to last for a few more minutes and let's go out. You care moving first" he ordered Eddie.

Eddie placed me on the floor of the vehicle and kissed my head, I brought my exhausted glare to meet his gaze, reassuring still. "It's going to be alright, see you in a few minutes" he assured me gently stroking my head, I smiled raising my head to kiss his lips, he responded by cupping my face softly. "Hang on for me" he spoke and moved to the door, I heard him exhale loudly. The door was clicked open.

He spoke loudly to the cops in order to be heard, his tone remained calm, soon the ambulance shook slightly as our captor got out,seconds later I heard a shot, I gasped trying to move but I could barely speak, I felt my heart race. I wasn't able to keep my eyes open, I knew Eddie was alive… I heard him right before everything went black.

"Tell them to prepare an O.R… Then get in the ambulance, Y/N is still in there in need of blood… please"

"Y/N" Buck yelled, getting in.

"How bad is it?" Eddie asked

"Pulse barely exists, I am moving her out, I got it." I heard Buck as he placed his one hand underneath my knees and his other over my waist, he supported my head on his shoulder, I could sense the shift of my body and the alterations of the environment, everything seemed in a far dream… a bad dream.

I shot up feeling a stretching ache on my shoulder and hand, the IV and the stitches… I was in the hospital, I looked around, I took a look at the screens that monitored my heart, I realized I was panicking… there was no need… I was safe… that's what the hospital meant. I pressed an emergency button soon the nurse came and checked on me, she highlighted the fact that it was amazing how quickly I responded to the blood transfusions, they calculated I'd be out until dawn.

"Are you up for any visitors?" She asked and I nodded with a smile.

Soon the room flooded with people. Eddie came by my side with a sigh and kissed my cheek. He was carefully hugging me. "Is the kid safe?" I asked him softly and he nodded and signed me to look at the people that entered the room.

"How are you doing?" Bobby asked me as he moved in with his wife.

"I am alright." I assured them, Buck approached me and Eddie hugging us both carefully with a heavy sigh.

"You two gave me quite the scare" he sighed and slapped slight hate back of Eddie's neck and ruffled my hair.

"Sorry, we had work to do" Eddie chuckled at his best friend and kissed my cheek.

We talked and laughed, and ate. They were my family, so important to me… and to Eddie. He was sitting next to me on my bed as I started dozing off, they begun to flee my room, Eddie kissed my lips and cheek but I felt exhausted, he sat on the chair next to me holding ,my hand, I could feel his fingers stroking my wrist, subconsciously feeling the pulsation in my veins that it is still there.