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giorno-plays-piano · 1 year

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Hold On To Me

Pairing: mob!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: home intrusion, hostage situation, noncon, Stockholm Syndrome, smut.

Words: 3.9k

Summary: Swallowing a lump in your throat, you grow silent, anxiously watching the guy smile at you. He's that type every girl would be eyeing in the club, looking for an excuse to talk to him, to attract his attention, and then, very likely, to get him into bed. Steve seems popular, the I-will-eat-your-heart-like-cereals type, but you can say he isn't. Something in his eyes betrays his nature.

P.S. I rewatched The Hostage again (when I did it for the first time, this was the result), and here we are.

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Staring at a little black Ikea table as if your life depends on it, you sit, your body aching from being in one position for too long, but you can't move. He's watching you. It seems he doesn't even blink, his eyes on you since the moment he pushed you into your room and locked the door behind him. He's so close you can hear him breathing.

You know this look. You're not that young and innocent to be unable to recognize interest in man's eyes. It both scares and - unfortunately - makes you a little flushed, and you berate yourself for the latter because this isn't the right way to react to a man who broke into your house and took your family hostage. God knows what's happening to your stepfather right now: the man wouldn't be able to protect himself even if he was inside a tank, and his enemy attacked him with a plastic knife. You're as much worried about your little brother. He was always a bit of a brat, but the second you realized he was in danger, you felt so overprotective over him you covered his body with yours like you were a shield.

Your brother is in his room now, being watched by the youngest guy in the gang, the one who looked the most reluctant when their leader decided to take hostages. Your brother must be safe. The other kid won't hurt him, you don't think.

You, on the other hand, are stuck with Steve. From the moment you saw him move and heard him talk, you realized he was running the show behind the curtains. He's dangerous. The third guy, the one who claims to be the leader, is impulsive, angry, shouting and kicking things, sweating like a sinner in church because of the police cars surrounding the house, but Steve is calm and collected. He smiles with his perfectly white teeth and talks to the boys as if he's relaxing in a bar after work, not in the middle of armed robbery.

He's really, really pretty. Steve has perfectly blond hair and proper facial features like a slightly chiseled jaw, full lips, and that sort of blue eyes that make girls swoon over him the moment they see him. He's perfectly tall, well-built, with wide shoulders and strong, muscular arms and legs: he look like he belongs in those Armani commercials or, perhaps, on the catwalk, but not with the kind of guys your mother warned you about. How did he end up on the darkside? What made him so good at using a gun? He didn't fire it even once yet, but you see it from the way he handles it he knows too well what to do with it. It makes you anxious, thinking that he might point his gun at you and then pull the trigger.

Except he won't. Or, it's rather unlikely. Not when he looks at you like this, always moving so close to you he steals a touch whenever he can as if he is unable to help himself. Besides, Steve is kind to you: he gave you water when you asked and loosened the rope tied too tightly around your wrists; he brought you a pillow so you could rest against it, not the cold wall, and shushed you gently when you cried, saying he wouldn't let anything happen to you or your little brother. You don't know how much of his promises are true, but you think him unlikely to harm a child. He doesn't seem the type.

Your poor little boy. He's only a kid, all alone in his room, forced to face one of his kidnappers as he waits for the police to finally make a move. Since you don't hear him crying - your room is just below his - you think he does his absolute best to hold on, to keep calm and not irritate his unwilling jailer even though he's frightened to death. He doesn't deserve to be caught up in this mess. If only they agreed to let him go... Not that anyone would listen to your pleas, though. He's a valuable hostage, just like you. As long as the gang has you, police won't make a move, you're pretty sure.

But maybe you can still help your brother. Ease his worry a little, give him a bit of hope. That is, if you play your cards right and press the right buttons of your handsome, terrifying warden.

"May I bring some food to my brother, please?" You whisper, gathering all your courage to turn your head to face Steve, look him straight in the eyes. "He must be so hungry."

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you grow silent, anxiously watching the guy smile at you. He's that type every girl would be eyeing in the club, looking for an excuse to talk to him, to attract his attention, and then, very likely, to get him into bed. Steve seems popular, the I-will-eat-your-heart-like-cereals type, but you can say he isn't. Something in his eyes betrays his nature.

He's not a guy winning girls over with his looks. Steve is a deviant, an outcast. His face can't buy him what he wants, and that's why he's here, in your house, holding your family hostage.

Maybe, just maybe, you can use it to your advantage.

"Can you do me a favor, please?" Your whisper is barely audible. "Can you take me to my brother so I could feed him? If you want, you can tie my legs so I won't run."

Not that you would, anyway. You know perfectly well you can't outrun this guy even if your life depends on it, literally. Overpowering him is even more unlikely unless his muscles are just cotton stuffed in his clothes, which is a ridiculous suggestion.

His eyes light up at the word favor. "Happy to oblige," he muses, and your heart starts beating wildly before he continues, "but how will you return my favor?"

You are puzzled. You haven't thought this far. Dumbly, you thought he'd just say yes. It's a small favor, really. He knew you wouldn't give him any trouble, so it was just quickly checking up on your scared to death brother. Why would he want something from you in return when you couldn't as much as move without his permission?

But of course, he would.

"Anything," you blurt out hurriedly as if the words burn your tongue before you realize what you are actually saying.

Steve laughs with delight, his features softening.

"You should work on your negotiation skills," he declares with a wide smile as you tremble, understanding what you just offered. "You shouldn't give up your everything because people will take anything there is to take. Choose just one thing at a time, and choose carefully."

Suddenly, he gets close, and you immediately avert your eyes to the floor, unable to keep his gaze, trembling.

He nuzzles your cheek affectionately as his knife works through the rope around your wrists, and you pray he isn't going to stab you because you really know nothing and all judgements you made of him might be false. "But I'll be nice and choose just one thing for you. You'll feed your brother, and then I'll feed you, alright?"

You blink, your eyes on your warden again. Feed you? He wants to give you food?

Okay, it sounds strange. But who cares when you can finally see your brother? You'd say yes even if he proposed something improper because what else can you do? Steve has a gun, and even without it, you feel like he's a very dangerous person to oppose to.

So you say yes, and he takes your hand in his - so you won't be nervous, he says, but you know he wants to remind you who's in control - and then you two march to the kitchen in awkward silence where you grab whatever you can find. A cheeseburger from that little family café your family goes to every weekend, a pack of yogurt, a toast, a bottle of water... Steve even helps you to carry it all.

When he opens the door to your brother's room, you forget how to breathe for a second. The little boy is safe, sitting on his bed with his hands already untied, his eyes red from all the crying, and you rush to him, forgetting there's another man in the room. Or, well, a boy, because he's surely younger than you, perhaps still at school. His eyes are suspiciously red, too, as if he's scared and doesn't want anything but leave this place for good. For a moment you think it'd be better if he was guarding you, too, because then, perhaps, he'd agree to let you go if you helped him run away from the house without police catching him, and then things would be so much easier.

But the boy leaves in a hurry when Steve enters, and you remember who's a true ringleader. You can never escape on your own.

Your brother cries when you hug him, his little hands wrapped around you as he sniffle, and you rock back and forth to calm him down, whispering words of comfort, like everything's going to be alright even if you don't know where your stepdad is and what Steve is going to do to you if police doesn't do what he demands them to. You tell your brother he needs to eat because it's dinner time, and he nods, suddenly a well-behaved boy he'd never been, and takes a cheeseburger. You don't leave until he eats everything even if it's probably too much for a kid his size, but he says nothing, and you want him to be completely full: who knows when he'll eat again.

Then you give him a hug. It'll be fine, you say, and he does his best not to cry. Just do what they say, be a good boy, and everything's gonna be alright.

Steve smiles at the child when your brother doesn't want to let you go. "Listen to your sister," he says in a tone as if he's playing the role of a big brother, "and things will be fine. She'll be safe, too."

You don't think you'll be safe, not with someone like Steve, but perhaps your brother will be because his jailer is a kind kid, and he isn't cut out for violence. It's enough for you, even if your hair stands on end when Steve gently nudges you into your room, locking the door behind himself again. Once you two are completely alone, you start to panic, your breathing growing uneven, your hands shaking. What will he do to you? Will he rape you? Torture you? Kill you? If you could think rationally, you'd realize at least the last two are unlikely to happen, but you're a hostage, and he has the power to do any of these things. Even if you're unbound, you're helpless against him, a man so big and strong he'd overpower you in a matter of seconds.

So you don't try anything. You go sit down on the floor near your bed with a pillow resting between your back and the wall and then stretch out your arms for Steve to bind them again. He doesn't.

"You've been a good girl so far," he muses, sitting down in front of you, and then you see a couple of fruits in his hands that you somehow missed completely. "Now, let me feed you."

You still when he takes out his knife and peels a big red apple in a single strip before cutting it into even pieces. When he brings one close to you, you try to take it from his hands, but he tuts, tilting his head. "Open your mouth," he says simply instead, and your face grows hot.

Of course, there was a catch. There always is with guys like him.

But you say nothing and do as he says, and then he carefully pushes a piece of apple into your mouth. It's delicious, juicy, just your favorite sort of apples. You try to concentrate on the taste, not Steve's delighted expression when he watches you eat. Soon, he pushes one more piece past your lips, and then one more, and one more until there's nothing left of the apple. He's nowhere near finished, of course, because then starts to peel an orange. It's messier than the apple, but Steve doesn't seem to mind when he brings a slice close to your lips and lets you swallow it. His smile grows wider the closer you are to finishing the orange.

When you're finally done, your mouth full of acidic flavor, he suddenly clicks his tongue.

"My hand is all dirty from orange's juice," he says, eyeing you when you finally register what it is he asks you to do.

You bite down on your lips, eyes round as he brings his hand to your mouth.

"Lick it," he whispers so close to your face you can feel his breath on your skin.

You want to say no, to tell him he's out of his mind, but you don't. He's been kind to you so far, and it'd be stupid to provoke him. Even if he won't stop at this... maybe he'll stay kind, anyway. It's better than having him put a gun against your forehead for refusing to do what he says.

You open your mouth, taking his fingers in one at a time. They taste almost the same as the orange, sticky with juice, and you do your best to lick them clean, making shameless little noises when you suck at them. Steve doesn't seem to mind. On the contrary, he looks at you with a delightful expression on his face, like he's happy you're so good at whatever he asks you to do. He slips finger after finger inside your warm, wet mouth, playing with your tongue, smearing juice and saliva against it as he laughs with joy.

When you're done, he kisses you, sharing the sour taste of the fruit.

You knew it would come to this. It's no surprise, really, with the way he looks at you. But you still tremble and wish for all of it to end when Steve licks your tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

"Open your legs, baby," he commands in a sweet voice, and you shudder but do as he says anyway, and his lips part in a smile. "Yeah, like that."

His hand is already between your thighs, cupping your pussy through the clothes, and you freeze, blood pounding in your ears. It feels surreal, being in this situation, in the hands of someone who might make you cum or shoot you in the head instead. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, but your body is petrified, limbs turning to stone, your tongue heavy when you whisper. "Please, don't hurt me."

It's a plea, a cry, and tears slip down your cheeks as you look him in the face, his eyes dark and perceptive. Then, all of a sudden, he softens. "You're safe with me," he promises, his breath warming your face as his hand lands on your head, stroking you gently like a little girl, and you feel like you're going to cry from the intimacy of his touch. "You'll always be safe with me."

His other hand is already in your jeans, caressing you through the silk fabric of your panties, but as he pats your head, taking your hair away from your face, you lean into him, seeking any comfort he's willing to give. Steve purrs, landing a kiss to your brow, his fingers slowly spreading your gentle folds as you shudder. "Good girl."

You let out a shaky sigh as he circles your clit: surprisingly, he doesn't start pumping his fingers in and out like most guys do, too eager to have their dick inside. No, Steve just draws more sighs from you, makes you meek and pliant and wet as his fingers work your clit just the right way, and you squirm into the fabric of his t-shirt as he caresses the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.

It almost doesn't feel like he's forcing himself on you. It feels like... like he comforts you. As if he wants you to feel good, to be fine with him doing it to you.

"I'm... I'm-"

Your knees tremble as you sense the orgasm coming too soon, snuggling against your captor as his hand closes against your shoulders, his fingers working your clit even faster, circling, pinching, pressing on it like a button, making you squeeze your eyes shut. The coil tightens in your belly and, then, then... you become undone. Disintegrate in Steve's hands when he praises you tenderly for being good to him, kisses your cheeks wet from tears, and craddle you to his chest like a baby. He's painfully hard, you can feel it through his jeans when you lean onto him, but Steve doesn't seem in a hurry for his own release. He waits till your orgasm makes you all too soft and takes your face in his hand, giving you a deep kiss, his tongue coiling around yours.

You barely recognize when he lifts you up, feeling too comfortable and warm, pressed to him like that, but then you feel cool bedsheets behind your back, and then you're scared again.

Steve coes tenderly, giving you a peck on the lips, "Do you want to ride me, baby? Or do you want me to take you on your back, like a princess?"

The way he phrases it makes warmth creep into your cheeks, and you avert your eyes, mumbling, "On my back, please."

It doesn't even register that he forces himself on you right this minute. It feels like... something else. Something not so scary, not so violent. Something... tender.

"Like a princess, then," your captor smiles, hands trailing your jeans as he carefully slides them down, taking them away, living you half naked. "Alright. You'll be my princess."

Your face feels disturbingly hot when he says it, his hands on you as he tugs the fabric of your blouse up, lowering his head to drop a few kisses to your tummy, murmuring something you don't quite catch, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, you are completely naked in front of him, and you'd feel ashamed if he wouldn't caress your head again like you're a little girl, eager for his praise.

He gives you a kiss before inching away, taking his t-shirt off ever so slowly to give you a good look at his undoubtedly perfect body. But you don't look at his muscled arms or wide chest. Your eyes are trailing his scars, so many scars of different shapes and sizes that cover his skin. Many of them are long, undoubtedly deep, as if someone... as if someone stabbed Steve with a knife.

Your eyes water. Even if it's you who's a victim, a hostage, you feel a sharp sense of guilt as if it were you who hurt him.

He blinkes, a little surprised, perhaps, but you can see there's someone else in his eyes. Something like shame. Like self-loathing.

"A princess' knight is supposed to have a few scars here and there, right?" He gives a quiet laugh, getting down again to cage you with his body, but he freezes when your warm hand lands on a long, ugly line on his side, between the ribs. It is long healed, but the touch makes him stop, nonetheless.

You look him into the eyes, and your face is tight with worry. "I'm sorry," you whisper like it's your fault, your palm warming his skin, and Steve becomes alive again under your touch, his lips partying in a smile once more.

His hand caresses your nipple, pinching it between two fingers as he draws a breath from you, watching you intently, his hard, leaking cock heavy on your tummy. Then, suddenly remembering something, he bends over to grab something from his jeans, and you realize he's putting on a condom. You sigh in relief, and he catches that.

"Anything for a princess," he grins, sliding his hand over your thigh, and you still beneath him when he positions himself at your entrance.

You're scared. That moment you're back into your room, with a man who can shoot you hovering above you like a monster eager to eat you alive, and you forget how to breathe. You're not a princess in the care of your faithful knight. You're a hostage, and your captor can do anything he wants with you.

Steve feels the change in you in a moment, and he stops, his hand back to the top of your head. Even though you can feel how painfully hard he is, he waits, caressing you like a little girl, smiling to you, tenderly brushing your hair away from your face, repeating you'll always be safe with him. And then you're a princess again, and he's your knight.

He pushes into you, and you bit down on your lip, trying to relax: he's not monstrous, but Steve is still a bit too big for you to take him comfortably. Thankfully, he doesn't split you on his cock, giving you time to adjust, and with every moment the subtle pain grows weaker before it finally lets go, and you nudge your warden gently, your hands gripping his shoulder and your face in the crook of his neck. It doesn't hurt anymore. It almost feels good to be so full of him, to know what it's like to have him inside of you.

Steve says it's hard not to cum when you clamp down on him so much, gripping him like a vice. Pleasure softens his features, and you brush a strand of blond hair away from his face before you even register what you do. He does, though, and he likes it. He finally starts to move.

Sweat drips down your bodies when Steve keeps slamming inside of you, making all sorts of soft noises while you pant and choke beneath him, snuggling against his form, your legs wrapped around him tightly. His cock is pressing against every right spot of yours, making you forget who he is and what he does to you. You're his princess, his good girl, he repeats over and over again, and you feel safe in his embrace, inhaling his scent, taking his cock till its head presses into your cervix, leaving a pleasant ache and making you whine. It feels good to be in his care when he rolls to the side and presses your head to his chest, his other hand lifting your leg to reach a different angle, and you kiss his jaw, his neck, making it even harder to hold on, he says.

When he cums, you're already far too gone. The pleasure is too intense, and for a couple of minutes you say nothing to each other, panting, his hands still on the back of your head as he caresses you absent-mindedly, your bed a mess of damp and crinkled sheets. You wish to stop thinking. To forget everything. Just being here, being safe, is enough for now.

Until he speaks again.

"You'll come with me," he whispers feverishly, his hot palm on your cheek, almost burning you. "I'll take you away, and we'll go on a big adventure together, princess. With dragons, swords, and gold."

You're quiet against him, staring into his chest as he caresses your head.

You're not a princess. You're a prey.

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squiddy-god · 3 months

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ghost valentines day

Skskwkejejejebe of course!! He's very bad at feelings but he's a sweetheart and he's trying.

Simon Riley was not built for this, he was built for the harsh reality of war, not for this. He starred in the mirror turning left and right to make Sure he'd gotten all of his dirty blond facial hair shaved. No longer the scruffy patchy mess formed by scars. A little trickle of red seeped from a small knick- formed when he had gotten to caught up with the idea that he was going on a date with you. He chuckled at the word “date” when he had accepted your little proposal he doubted you knew how much he'd been waiting for it.

“Just a little outing- nothing special just to get the discounts and festivities” you blurted out, trying to make it sound like anything but a date. “Alright luv. Get you at noon?” The response was gruff and disbelieving, but you didn't know how Simon had called it a date, because in his mind it was absolutely a date. He saw the way you snuck little glances at him, it was hard not to when he was almost always watching you. Eyes glued to you with nothing but a sort of puppy love.

He knew you didn't expect much, just a small walk and dinner, But he had other plans for the day. He sighed as he applied the bandaid to the stinging cut and stepped back to thread his belt through the loops of his black slacks. “Ain't built for this ‘ol boy” but none the less he tucked in the black compression shirt and grabbed the roses off the table. Nevers alright he nearly forgot his jacket and house keys.

Leather jacket, dozen rose, skull print half balaclava pulled up to rest on the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, and off on his way. Simon looked out of place walking through the streets of his seedy neighborhood with a bouquet of roses, and even more out of place in your neighborhood as he walked quickly up the stairs to your apartment.

11:55 and he curses himself for not getting something like a stuffed bear for you. He turns on his heels about to leave for that purpose when your door opens to reveal your half ready form. White pants and red button down suiting you so splendidly. Simon feels his heart met at the sight of you. “Simon? That you? A bit early I'm not quite ready-” your cut off by the roses he all but shoves into your arms. “Got you flowers lovie” he's thankful for the mask covering his red cheeks but curses how the tips of his ears undoubtedly turn red at your excited smile. “Never really got flowers- thank you” and he scoffs at that badly concealed disbelief “I'd get you flowers every day” it's a mumble as you set the flowers on the table, Taking out two roses and clipping them shorter before cutting off the thorns. Giggling to yourself you put one rose into the right Breast pocket of Simon's leather jacket, and the other tucked into the small pocket of your button down. Simon stiffened doing everything (and failing) to not look at you. “Fancy some tea? The caffe I'm taking you too has ice cream to” he loves the way you light up. “So you're taking me out” his brain short circuits “it's a date” and you swoon, shy smile gracing your lips as you look down.

Simon fumbles his way through the date, on the walk to the small cafe his beautiful brown eyes practically burn into your hand. “You can hold my hand if you want, ya know” you tease, brushing your fingers against his. He latches on like a dog to a bone, his sturdy rough hand pressed against yours, fingers Intertwining in a death grip. Firm but not painful. “Tch- don't wanna hold your hand” he needs to, that much is evident by how he doesn't let go, broad shoulders bumping into yours and moving a little closer.

When you finally arrived to the cafe Simon pulls your chair out for you, pushes it in and waits for you to tell him what you want. Cammomile and a milkshake, he's so eager to get it he hit his knee on the table when he hops up from his seat, nearly gives the barista a heart attack when he orders. Two little heart shaped tea bags, and a thick milkshake with those heart straws for two. He looks ridiculous bringing the items over but it's worth it for the smile you give him. Watching him make his tea you realize hes a liear as Simon adds suger and a bit of cream to his tea. He won't tell you it's because he secretly hopes you'll ask for a sip. And you do, offering him a sip of your tea in return. “Sweet… never would have guessed” you laugh as you taste the sweet drink. “thought you drink it with salt and vinegar.” He laughed with a heavy layer of sarcasm. “Just feeling festive”

It was definitely a sight such a pair, Simons mask pulled down to share the milkshake with you, listening as you talked about whatever came to mind, he was severely lacking in the conversasion department aside from bad puns and dark jokes- that and he was nervous that the next words out of his mouth would be something sappy.

By the end of the date you were giddy, a small red bear in your arms that Simon had insisted on getting you. “I had a lot of fun today- even if it wasn't a date” and he looks at you like you have three heads. “Was a date luv. First one” his Answer is absolute, as if he knows there will be more. “Take you on as many as you want” before you know it his hands around you waist and holding your other hand as you walk back to your apartment.

He definitely wouldn't tell you his search history of how to preserve flowers, or how he kept that rose never getting rid of it.

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pascallllllll1 · 2 years

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Simple pleasures

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: Reader doing Pedro’s make up and cute shared moments, really just wanted to write something sweet!

Word Count: 835

Warnings: smutty references? nothing else that I can think of, really just fluff lmk if not!

Pedro hears the pads of your fuzzy slipper covered feet thumping his way accompanied by the familiar clanking of your bulky make up bag and quickly finishes the paragraph of the novel he’s currently reading before nearly folding a corner or the page to mark where he left off. He’s sprawled out with his left leg on the couch and the right stretched out hanging off the side, Pedro lifts his chin up meeting your lips that now hover him the both of you smiling into the soft peck.

“Hi baby.” He grins up at you.

“Hi.” You gush back at him. “I love you P.” God you could just swoon looking into those gorgeous brown eyes. You feel blessed to be able to witness the spark in his eyes he gets when looking at you, beautiful and only for you. Always full of love and admiration, the man worships you like a divine goddess and makes you feel like the most precious woman in the world.

“I love you too princess.”

Next thing he knows you're climbing into his lap and situating your make up carefully off to the side of you both. Grabbing the primer you gently begin massaging it into Pedro’s face while simultaneously planting gentle kisses as you did. The little moans and noises of satisfaction leaving Pedro’s lips were beginning to distract you from your previously sought out task.

“You’re so good to me hun.” Praised Pedro.

“Only because you’re so good to me.” You sent him a sly smirk and wink. Pedro squeezed your hips in response then massaged up your sides and Pedro being the little shit he is, let his hands roam under your baggy t-shirt tracing his fingers back up your side and under your breasts before dropping his hold on you back down to your hips with a final squeeze.

“Are you trying to hurt me by putting this shit on?” He asks.

“No.” You shift your focus from his forehead to his eyes and let out a breathy laugh. “Now quiet while I blend out your foundation!”

“Sí! Sí! Mi amour, go back to work.” He laughs out. Holding his gaze you sweetly tell him;

“Be a good boy.” Which of course is responded to by your boyfriend sending you a knowing look and wink, slapping the side of your ass playfully.

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Finishing up the final touches you sit back and grin at the result of your handy work like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in wonderland. Pedro definitely seemed to enjoy himself if his current touch dumb state is anything to go by. You’ll have to remember to give him a facial as well the next time you do one of your own, he really enjoys gentle massages and touches and you just so happen to love touching him. A win win, what can you say your boyfriend is a huge fan of physical touch. Most of the time he doesn't even clue into himself engaging in it, sort of like it’s just on instinct when he reaches for you.

“You look so good babe!!!” You squeal, sitting yourself up on your knees hovering over Pedro.

“Oh ya?” He leans up to capture your mouth into a passionate kiss. His hands move from your sides to cup your jaw and fist into your hair. On instinct you slowly begin to lower yourself back down on Pedro and roll your hips against his bucking ones adding more pressure with each grind until you’re both stopping to catch your breath after a few heated seconds pass.

“Ya.” Pedro leans forward and then dramatically gives you a big peck on the lips. The both of you pause to take the other in for a moment, fondness for each other readable plain as day across your faces.

“You’re so special to me (Y/N).” He whispers while looking at you, straight at you. The you he loves unconditionally and has waited over 47 years for and opens himself up to completely. Closing your eyes you rest your forehead against his;

“Pedro you’re my whole world, you mean everything to me.”

“I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too.” You breathe out emotionally.

“Now…” pulling yourself to your feet you hold your hands out in front of you offering Pedro a hand up. “Would you like some help removing all this gunk?” Accepting your help his joints crack and pop as he rises and straightens himself out, simultaneously sending you side eye for snorting at the sounds of his ageing body.

“Yes I would, thank you.” He answers. The both of you head to the bathroom to clean your man up for the night where he seductively whispers in you ear, his warm breath sending shiver down your spine in excitement;

“I might be getting older but I can still keep up with you baby, you keep me young.” And with that he slaps your ass handing you the make up remover.

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bluebanisters35 · 2 months

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SPENCER AGNEW X FEM!READER

SWOON WORTHY SPENCER HEADCANNON 💌

○ Whenever you guys are out in public, he will always guide you with a gentle hand on the small of your back. "This way, baby" "Stay close to me, sweetheart."

○ Spencer will cradle your face in his soft hands and observe your facial features when he asks you an important question. "Have you eaten today?" "How are you feeling, baby?"

○ Will always make you breakfast because he knows you don't eat in the morning. "Made you some pancakes, honey!" "Do you want bacon or eggs or both?" "How about some cereal?"

○ When you show signs of anxiety, he'll always be there to calm you down. He knows exactly what you need. If you're picking your nails, he'll gently take your hands and hold them in his. If your legs won't stop bouncing up and down, he'll lay a heavy hand on them. Biting your lip, he'll ease it out from between your teeth with his thumb. "Don't do that, honey," he'll mutter.

○ If you're out shopping together and he notices you admiring something, he'll discreetly place the item in the shopping cart. When you both get home, he'll just hand it over to you "got this for you, baby" "saw you staring at this for 10 whole minutes, couldn't not get it for you could I?"

○ Out getting coffee or having brunch together, Spencer will definitely pay all the time. He won't even stop his conversation with you as he taps his credit card on the machine while you look up at him with big beady eyes full of love and appreciation.

○ When you're struggling to sleep, Spencer will manoeuvre you so that you're pressed up against him face to face, one hand in your hair gently scratching your scalp, the other hand tracing patterns on your back. He won't stop his attempts until your breathing has evened out and your body has relaxed into his. "Sweet dreams, princess."

#smosh #smosh pit #spencer agnew #smosh games #spencer agnew x reader #smosh squad

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fangirlblogger · 4 months

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Fangirl Analysis Four: Bill Skarsgard's forehead wrinkles.

Girlies, the concept of this analysis is something that has been on mind since I've started evolving into a woman. I have developed this attraction of men's forehead wrinkles since last year and it's not because of my daddy issues (that's another conversation for another time), it's because of aging unfortunately. But I'm glad I'm aging because then I would not be here analyzing this beautiful and masterful craft on Daddy Bill Skarsgard's forehead. The man's got a heavenly forehead and girrrl, the things I want to do to that forehead are endless. With that being said, let's get into the analysis.

Listen girlies, if Bill looked at me the way he did in this image, I would instantly melt, evaporate and vanish. Girl, I don't know whether I want him to look at me that way forever or eat me and look at me like that till I pass out. I'm swooning over this look right now and the thing that makes this image more desirable and religiously worthy to be worshiped is his forehead wrinkles.

This image is from the Clark TV mini series and Bill played Clark Olofsson - a Swedish criminal in the 70s that prompted society to coined the term Stockholm Syndrome based on his relationships with his hostages or victims. Spoiler for those who did not watch the mini series yet, that's basically what the series is about. If you're a Bill Skarsgard fangirl like myself who has not watched this mini series yet, GIRL YOU HAVE TO (it's on Netflix if you're wondering). You will enjoy and devour every moment of it. Every sound of his voice, all of his body movements, all his angry, lustful, joyful, sad and confused glances and looks, his thick and rough Swedish accent, his manipulative smiles, his boisterous laughter and most importantly the way he devoured that oyster in Episode one, good Lord I came so hard, I almost thought I was giving birth to Bill's kid.

Now girlies, I am aware that there a numerous images of Bill displaying his godly forehead wrinkles. Some of them are so good, I don't know if it's my pussy that's wetter or it's my mouth.

Case study question: Why did I specifically select this image?

It's a no brainer really, my pussy gets wet instantly and I know this is the real deal, the masterpiece, my Salvatore Mundi.

Let's take a look at his hair. His hair looks so effortlessly perfect. The way the strand of hair draws down his forehead, just above his eye-brow is so immaculate. You can tell that he puts so much effort into taking care of his hair because of how effortlessly perfect it looks.

Now onto his jawline, cheeks and chin. He has the most flawless cheeks ever. When he doesn't smile, they lay back so perfectly and that brings out his perfect jawline, making it sharp enough to crack me open like a coconut. But when he does smile, they rise up so well and display his impeccable double chin. His chin is so well shaped that it smoothly keeps his immaculate facial structures intact and glorious.

His lips, they are a world of its own. I wouldn't mind being his lips, getting moistened and licked by his tongue every day. I will not delve into this anymore further because there will be an analysis on his lips soon. So I'll save all the goodness for later.

Let's look at his eyes. His eyes have the most unerring eye bags under them and in this image you can clearly see how perfect they are. We all know Bill has the world's most soulful eyes, so big and doe, they just make you want to cry in a sexual way. By the look in his eyes, and the lines on his face from his eyes to his forward, it clearly indicate that he is concerned but not in a good way. He is concerned about how he is going to manipulate his girlfriend. Also, you can see a little bit of impatience on his face in this image. If you watch the Clark film, you'll understand what I mean.

Now, finally to his wrinkles. They are so important in this image especially in this episode of the Clark mini series. Significance of it to this image is that it makes Bill look real. I've stated this before and I am saying it again, nothing is more attractive than a man with a natural face. His forehead wrinkles indicates to us that he is aging and that is the most beautiful thing in the world. Girl, his forehead wrinkles can wrinkle me up all the way to heaven.

The significance of this look in the image to the Clark mini series is that he perfectly displayed the look of a manipulative man. As already stated, his facial expressions displayed impatience, concern and irritability. My guy just came to see the girl and manipulate her to still love him. He did not come to see her and listen to what she has to say. And, Bill perfectly executes that in that scene.

Moreover, this image showed him in his natural state, meaning if he was not acting, this is what he would like on a daily basis, and that is super-hot! He looks scruffy, organic and humanly.

To conclude, wrinkles are beautiful and when they're on Bill Skarsgard's forehead, I go feral and insane. Those wrinkles makes him even more attractive. The Starry Night by Van Gogh might have you tripping but Bill's forehead wrinkles will have your pussy singing. So to the men that thinks women are rizzed by their overly masculine features, we're not. We like our men simple and comfortable like Bill Skarsgard.

Also, I would like to clarify that if you read this analysis as a body-shaming post, it is entirely the opposite. I love Bill Skarsgard and I find every bit of his body attractive, alluring and godly. I am aware of the social obsession with ageism but I actually prefer my man a bit older with a bit of grey hair, wrinkles, and 10 times more trauma from life than me.

#fanfics #girlblogging #bill skarsgård #fan thoughts #roman godfrey #hemlock grove #fandom #fangirl #bill skarsgard #clark netflix #clark olofsson #bill skarsgard double chin #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgård smut #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard x reader

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scoutswritingcorner · 6 months

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Asthma is a distinguished gentleman(not really he's a cannibal) and I wanna see Asthma In a top hat- and a mustash.

Or funny enough him in w bowling ally- not like a Bowling ball but I mean those pin things you knock over I want Asthma in it

Facial Hair Headcanons

Hazbin Men x GN! Reader

TW:None??

A/N: LISTEN I KNOW YOU JUST SAID ALASTOR BUT NOW YOU’VE GOT ME THINKING AND THATS DANGEROUS. Also it’s giving gender envy so let me have this as I can’t have facial hair rn. Also Alastor’s could be seen as platonic or romantic. Platonic with Angel Dust

-🦌Alastor🦌-

-🦌 Now I really don’t see him having a lot of facial hair, he either cuts it all off or on the off chance he does leave it to grow out, he’s gonna have a handlebar mustache with stubble around or just the mustache itself.

-🦌 If he catches you staring at it he’s either gonna disappear to shave it off or puff his chest out with pride. Please tell him if you like it, your opinion is the only opinion that matters to him (besides his own but that goes unsaid)

-🦌 He won’t let anything else grow out as in 1920’s to 1930’s small mustaches were the thing back then. Either the handlebar mustache or the English mustache.

-🦌 His facial hair is going to be a black/darkish brown as his hair. He pairs it with a good suit and god be damned he’s got everyone taking a second glance at him.

-🦌 The stubble or 5 o’clock shadow makes him more iffy, he likes it but he also likes everything about him to be cleaned up nicely. To him it looks gross and he will definitely shave that off, unless you say something to him. Then he might keep it just to annoy you with it.

-🦌 I’m talking about like, rubbing his cheek to your cheek to make you feel the hairs and it always make you laugh. He tries and fails on annoying you but he always wins cause he gets to see you smile and hear you laugh.

-🦆Lucifer 🦆-

-🦆 I know canonically he doesn’t have facial hair but let me dream damn it.

-🦆 To me Lucifer either has a full on beard to no beard at all. There is a small inbetween, which is a goatee. He will be hellbent on having a goatee if he’s not wanting to have a full beard.

-🦆 This man has a rigorous routine of beard upkeep. He’s not playing when it comes to himself. He may have depression but to him self care is very important and it’s okay to have bad days and ask for help.

-🦆 For his full beard? It’s either a Ducktail beard or a Hollywoodian style beard. He loves to run his fingers through it and feel all powerful (despite him being the Literal king of hell).

-🦆 Another man who asks your opinion on if he should keep the beard or go to his normal goatee or no beard at all, he’s not picky.

-🦆 You compliment him or say something about his beard (could be sexual or not) his cheeks go bright red and he gets super flustered but his chest puffs out proudly.

-🦆 Like the rest of his hair, it’s blonde but there is a more noticeable white streak if he has the beard. Don’t point it out please, he gets upset. He’s not old, he’s in his prime. (GOD IM SWOONING A WELL GROOMED BEARD GETS ME-)

-🎰 Husk 🎰-

-🎰 Husk our favorite bartender and our grumpy loveable cat. Before anyone can say anything, hush. I know he’s all fur and a cat but let me have this okay?

-🎰He’s grumpy and I’ll be honest, he just looks like a guy that let’s his facial hair grow out all the time.

-🎰 I do see him having the Balbo facial hairstyle or the imperial mustache. The only way you can differentiate it is by the longer fur on his snout and chin.

-🎰 Once again, it’s mainly white with some black hair in it to deal with the pattern of his fur. Once again, the only beard care he does is trimming and brushing it at best.

-🎰 He loves kissing you as it’s only other ways you can tell if he’s growing his facial hair out, the little hairs just brushing against your chin and lips. But he saves that for private moments.

-🕷️Angel Dust 🩷-

-🕷️ Now this one will be short but I don’t see Angel really like having a lot of facial hair. THE SAME THING WITH HUSK I KNOW HE IS FUR BUT PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS-

-🩷 He will only allow stubble and only for a little bit before he shaves it off completely. So get used to it.

-🕷️ Baby boy can’t have any due to his line of work and also he doesn’t like how it feels.

-🩷It ruins his whole night time/facial routine and if he can’t shave that morning or night, he’s gonna be grumpy all day.

-🕷️ If he does let it grow out, it’s gonna be white but with specks of pink in there. It’s more prominent on his jawline and chin but if you look real close you can see more on his upper lip it’s just very hard to see.

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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NSFW alphabet with Ethan please!!

i've never ever done one of these so this is a first !!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

super doting, caring, can't stop running his hands along your skin and body and keeps you close (he's clingy so he can't do hookup culture)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his fav body part of himself, he's confident in his facial appearance and also just like his body bc he works rlly hard on it (jack); urs, he loves everything srsly but he's an ass man idc idc

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming over ur body and "marking his territory"; also would die to come inside

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes seeing u cry and it feels wrong but he can't help it (he's also stolen your panties before)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

we all know he's inexperienced but he's done unnecessary research and has read smut once or twice (makes him blush incredibly bad) to learn what u might like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press!!! also reverse cowgirl

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

oh he loves giggly sex like he thought that sex had to be this serious, overly romantic and sensual and sexy thing but then you giggle when he makes a minor mistake and it's not a condescending giggle at all so he's laughing too so now he loves the sweet, light sex

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not super well groomed at first but if you express any discomfort (or how upsetting the double standards are) he's literally willing to get brazillians with you

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's romantic in his own way; he tries super hard and that stress sometimes hinders the moment but you love him so much and the love he has for you is so well known that you're swooning no matter what

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

chronic masturbator, before and after you; but after you he's so willing to send vids of him jacking off as soon as you're even slightly busy

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

as aforementioned: dacryphilia; dom/sub (likes being in charge but he's a switch for sure), breath play (for him), impact play (for him), voyeurism, diy porn/home videos

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the usual but he has a thing for semi-public stuff ie the bathroom at a party or teasing you while at a restaurant

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally just you like he's madly in love; doesn't take much to get him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't think he's into piss stuff (even holding which bummer for me); also cuckolding he seems possessive

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

doesn't have a preference in giving or receiving; not so skilled in giving but he's a fast learner and a good listener

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the night really; also depends on the moment and if he's feeling all mean!ethan or not

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

lovesss a good quickie just to get the adrenaline out or if he's super horny; prefers actual fucking tho bc he needs that sensuality that he can't get in only quickies

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

definitely willing to experiment but he has his limits

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as i said, chronic masturbator so he can go some rounds; but he doesn't always last long because you're you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

has a single cock ring that you bought him at first as a joke, but he uses it when you're not there and he's jacking off to the thought of you; loves to buy you toys and watch you use them or sometime he uses them on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves to tease but he's a hypocrite because he can't take teasing; as soon as you're teasing him he's whining and glaring at you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not loud because he's still a little shy; whimperer; whiner; groans and gasps; lives for every single sound you make

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

into stepsibling porn

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ripped; not a lot of chest hair but has a pronounced happy trail; solid length and girth ratio

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high as shit but it's not as bad as it used to be

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

quick as hell; but wakes up about an hour in for a snack and pee

#these r fun #i see why ppl do them #good for characterization practice #ethansworld!#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #celeste writes scream #scream 6 #scream 6 smut

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jeankirschteinswifey · 1 year

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Holding Out For A Hero (Fives x Jedi!Reader)

Summary: You’re Master Krell’s current padawan. Never really liking your master, you completely disobey his orders and journey out to Umbara, hoping to find out what the guy has been up to. Along the way, you make a few friends, and maybe help them a bit too ;) (Part 1 of 2)

Warnings: Only slight violence, that's it tho

A/n: this fic is totally inspired by “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Taylor (yes I love 80s music) it’s been a while since my last fic (and I might start cross posting on ao3 soon under the name chirpybirdie)

2023 a/n: I still have not started an ao3 account. And it truly has been a while. Should I? (Kinda lost my game guys this is not my best fic- I'll get better I swear)

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“I told you y/n, you are not coming to assist me. Is that clear?!” Krell yelled at you.

*sigh* “yes master.” You reply, defeated.

“Good. Remain here and train with the others.” You leave, heading to your quarters.

He can’t tell me what to do. I’m 19, i’m not even supposed to be a padawan anymore! I should be leading my own troops, have my own clones to lead! You thought. You walk around for a bit, hoping to catch some air. Than, you caught a glimpse of Krell getting ready to leave from the corner of your eye, and next to it, a small ship, usually used by Jedi masters to lead their troops.

Bingo. You thought, and you ran for it, succesfully sneaking past Krell and heading off to Umbara.

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You land on the planet and see Anakin and your master talking. Realizing you may draw attention to yourself if you remain too long, you climb a tree and get higher ground, seeing the conversation from above.

“Thank you for the air support Master, it was much appreciated. But that’s not why your here is it?” Skywalker says.

“No, General Skywalker, the council has requested you back on Coruscant, effective immediately.”

Huh? But I was just with the council and they never mentioned Skywalker. Maybe it happened after I had left.

“What?? Why?”

“I believe a request was made by the Supreme Chancellor.”

Figures. You think while rolling your eyes.

“Well I cant just leave my men!” Anakin shouts.

“I will be taking over in the interim” Krell responds calmly.

You stopped listening after that, not wanting to even show interest in your master's conversation. Then, you see him. A clone. But he’s a bit different than the rest you’ve seen. He's very confident, he seems to be loyal too, and kinda.... fun? And not to mention his slight facial hair and the fact that he's an arc trooper made you swoon. You come back to reality and realize the troops are heading out and you follow them in the trees, praying you won’t be spotted.

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“FALL BACK!! FALL BACK NOW!” Rex shouts above the gunfire. Shouts of pain are heard from the troopers, falling one by one.

Holy shit. I really wish I could help but if Krell sees me, he’ll punish me for disobeying orders. You think, still watching from the trees. The gunfire had calmed itself as the men held their fire, trying to come up with another plan.

“Fives. Hardcase. I need you to infiltrate the base and get their ships to destroy these things. Use their own technology against them.” You hear Captain Rex order.

“They won’t see it coming sir!” Hardcase says. Fives nods and they headed out.

I should follow them, maybe try to help them too. You think and follow behind.

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"Before this I thought Krell was just crazy, but now, I'm beginning to think he just has it out for clones!" You heard the arc trooper say. You jump down from the tree and stand behind them.

"Yeah that's probably true, maybe the reason why I never got to lead some troopers as the commander alongside him" You say, startling the troopers. They quickly turn around and ready their blasters.

“Hold you fire guys. I’m just here to help” You say. You walk forward and show them your saber, proving your their ally. "I'm a jedi. I'm here to help you guys out."

“What the hell is a jedi doing here? The only one that was supposed to be here was Krell.” Fives snarled.

“We’ll for your information arc trooper, I’m his padawan. Trust me, I don’t like him much either.” You reply, glaring back at him.

God damn he looks good. Even when he's angry. You think.

“You heard that?” Fives asks.

“Yeah…I’ve kinda been listening in the trees this whole time because i’m not technically supposed to be here. ” You say.

“And you look older too, are you sure you’re a padawan?” Hardcase asks.

“Hardcase!” Fives yells.

“What!! Just a question!” Then you heard a comm beep. It was yours. And an incoming message from your master.

“Alright guys. Nice to talk to you. But we should probably get going with your plan." You say.

"But how? We were gonna climb the tree but-"Hardcase starts as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, holding your hands out as you do so.

"What are they doi-" Hardcase starts and suddenly stops as he is jabbed in the ribs by Fives.

"Can it Hardcase, it might be some jedi thing" Fives says, but is soon interrupted as he and Hardcase are lifted into the air, thrown over the fence and plop down onto the ground, groaning in pain. You however, leap over and land flat on your feet.

"How was that for a padawan?" You ask the troopers as they are still groaning in pain. You reach your hand out to help them and Fives gets up first, chuckling slightly at the stunt you pulled.

"I'll admit jedi, that was some stunt you just pulled." He starts.

"Y/n. My name is y/n by the way." You reply.

"Alright. Y/n then. Well, if we're introducing ourselves, my name is Fives, not 'arc trooper'." He says, extending his arm for a handshake. You take it, and give a firm shake, looking into his sultry brown eyes as he smiles back at you. Then, you continue on with the mission.

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Part 2 will be coming shortly!

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beanghostprincess · 10 months

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Just imagine trans man sanji adoring and worshiping his beautiful trans girl usopp. Calling her usopp darling and giving her desserts and treats. Braiding her hair with flowers and vines. Every time she wears a new outfit he swoons.

During her transition he would compliment her. pointing out her soft shin, thicker hair and her fuller eyelashes. He would also admire other developing features (he tries to be subtle but he's terrible at it ) He becomes so infatuated with her that he ignores Nami and Robin.

Robin thinks it's sweet how he treats his girlfriend like a goddess but Nami is kinda pissed that she doesn't get desserts or fancy drinks from him anymore or at least she's not the first person to get it. He tries to go shopping with her and the girls. He carries her bags and offers to buy anything she wants. He low key be annoying the fuck out of Nami, she just wants one day with just the girls

Every time she compliments him sanji just falls in love again. After a mission or arc when they meet back up. Sanji will just run to her with open arms just missing her presence. He also starts fights with Zoro (he also be beating the shit out of Brooke when he questions her about her panties ) every time he looks or talks to usopp, God forbid he compliments her.

She also enjoys his company, tho sometimes he's a lot. She enjoys the down time. Her favorite thing to do is self care. cutting his hair, trimming his beard fixing his eyebrows. He loves giving her a facial and mani pedis. Both relaxing and gender affirming. She thinks it's funny how head over heels for her. She can't help but laugh every time he falls over himself running in for an embrace. She also kinda takes advantage of it as well. She bats an eyelash, twirls her dress and she has a new barrel of gunpowder and a new sun hat.

Okay, so this concept makes me go utterly insane. Thank you for the food, anon. I'm literally going wild right now. They're the cutest most beautiful and romantic thing I have ever witnessed.

When Usopp comes out to the crew, anxious they won't accept her, Sanji instantly relates to everything she says. Because of course, she explains how she feels first. Like she doesn't belong in her own body and how she wishes to be different- Not to be treated that differently. But just... Different. Like she's lying to herself and others. And it's the first time she doesn't want to live inside of a lie. So, yeah, she explains everything to them and Sanji already kind of knows where she's going with this because he relates to all of this. Of course, everyone accepts her right away and Nami and Robin are the happiest they've ever been to have one more girl in the crew (I think they already sort of knew? It's not hard to know when Usopp already spent all the time with them and always asked to be included in their typical ""girl"" things).

They are already dating when Usopp comes out, and... Well, you know how Sanji is with women. He goes kind of, sort of insane. This is actually hilarious because Usopp was highly worried (she has her valid reasons to be worried, tbh) Sanji wouldn't take it well. Even if he's trans too, his views on gender are a bit... Let's call it complex. But Sanji is just-- Lovestruck. It changes his life forever. He already treated Usopp like the most perfect person in the world but now she's his queen. His goddess. His princess. Sanji becomes even more of a malewife than he already is.

The hearts in his eyes? The heart-shaped smoke? His constant yelling of "Mellorine! Mellorine! Mellorine!"? He becomes even more annoying. And even if Usopp is calmer when it comes to these things, she's enjoying every second of it. The fact that he's treating her the same exact way he treats all women makes her gender euphoria go insane. This is the perfect way to validate her gender, tbh.

One Piece characters are actually so lucky to have Ivankov in their lives because they just need to make a lil call and they are there helping trans people out! So, yeah, they call Ivankov because it's the easiest way to transition. Quick path. Easy solution. Ivankov we love you. And I can only imagine the crew (Robin calls Sabo who calls Ivankov and for the sake of my ASL and revolutionary brain I need Sabo and Koala to come along too just to be with Luffy and Robin in the background) waiting outside in the deck while Ivankov and Usopp talk together inside the ship. Sanji is foaming at the mouth. He's running around the deck. Pacing back and forth. Probably having a heart attack from the anticipation. He's so not ready. And Chopper is already prepared to take care of him if he has a stroke.

Okay, so Usopp comes out of the room. And she's- Okay, she hasn't changed that much. Her body is a bit slimmer but she still has muscles, she doesn't have the biggest boobs (that would be super uncomfortable for her job as a sharpshooter, honestly) but she has, and Sanji notices (because we love him but we all know that's the first thing he would stare at. Don't lie. Don't say he wouldn't. He would). She has longer eyelashes, a more noticeable collarbone, softer hair... (Gotta mention that I highly think she would not want a bottom surgery because having a penis seems to be the easiest most effective way to live. No period and you can pee more easily. Like, be honest with me. Look me in the eyes and tell me Usopp wouldn't keep that out of efficiency). She's holding back her tears when she meets with everyone (Ivankov being the proudest queen in the world right now) and the crew doesn't wait a single second. They quickly approach her, look at her, and support her. She's crying and she's just- She's so happy. She feels complete. And Sanji stays behind for a few seconds because he needs a moment to take everything in. He literally can't believe that's his girlfriend. Usopp hasn't even changed much, tbh, she just... She looks happier. Like herself. Sanji is still trying to process everything when she approaches him, a bit shy but teasing him (knowing how he's feeling, kind of). She says something like "Do you like it? I didn't want Ivan to change my body much but-"

"I love you." He's so serious about this it's almost scary.

"Uh- Wha-"

"I love you. You have- You have no idea." And Sanji just decides to kiss her right there in front of everyone because, for him, Usopp is the only person right now in the world.

When they separate, Usopp smiles widely, and that is what makes Sanji have the worst nosebleed of his life. Thank God Chopper was prepared for this.

They were clingy before, alright. So now it's- It's unbearable to be around them. Everyone thinks they're cute but God, Zoro, and Nami can't fucking stand the sight of them. Not because they are not happy, it's just that they're so fucking loud and don't care who sees them being cheesy. Nami misses her girlfriend Vivi, c'mon, a bit of respect. And Zoro has Luffy and he's equally as clingy, ngl, he just hates Sanji being even more annoying now.

But they're the happiest they've ever been.

The worst time is when they have to go to sleep because Usopp wants to go with the girls because their room is, quite honestly, way better than the boys' room. It smells better. It's tidy. It's cute. It's calm. And Usopp sleeps so peacefully there... But Sanji keeps pulling her into hugs and kisses when she says she wants to go to sleep because he can't stand the thought of not sleeping with her anymore. And she also misses his presence at night, don't get her wrong! She loves cuddling with him! But sometimes her love for Sanji isn't as strong as her love for the lavender scent the girls' room has. But, yeah, saying goodbye before going to sleep feels like torture for both and they spend an hour kissing and being clingy with each other before going to sleep. If they do other NSFW stuff in a private room before that, I leave it to your imagination.

When Sanji wakes up earlier than the others, he makes breakfast for everyone but Usopp's plate is always treated with more love and way more heart-shaped fruits and ingredients. Sometimes they're decorated with flowers, too. Sanji even creates new dishes and calls them by Usopp's names. He even makes a cocktail called Sogequeen (Sogequeen sounds cool af, you can't deny that). They're the clingiest during the day. Sanji pulls her into kisses and hugs her every time he can no matter what she's doing. She does the same, always kissing his cheek when he brings food to her while she's working. Sanji literally yells how much he loves her from the other side of the ship when more than an hour passes by. He goes shopping with the girls only to carry her bags. He is literally lovestruck when he sees her fighting and whenever she's in danger he doesn't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who touches her.

Like, we all agree that if Sanji already goes insane when somebody hurts Usopp, them being established and also Usopp being a girl would make Sanji go fucking batshit, right? Like- If a villain hurts his girlfriend, they'll probably end up fucking dead. There's no way you can survive Sanji's attack after that. And after beating that person up he quickly goes to his girlfriend to check if she's okay. And the other way around, too! If Sanji has to fight against a girl and he can't hit her, Usopp is there for him to do it instead. And he hypes her up so much!! Like yeah!! That's my girlfriend right there!!!

Whenever a fight ends, Sanji quickly goes to Usopp to hug her. Every moment they are not together, Sanji dies a little. Dude is down bad.

Even Nami is jealous because she doesn't have the same treatment Usopp gets. She liked being the most spoiled one!! Usopp won't stop bragging about her privileges, though, always manipulating Sanji a lil bit to get more attention from him. And he loves it, honestly. Every time Usopp looks at him, he has a heart attack and thanks the gods for sending an angel like Usopp to him.

Then, Whole Cake Island happens. And Usopp isn't there because she refuses to go and see Sanji getting married to somebody else, so she asks Luffy to please bring him back to her. Zoro is a huge support for her when they're in Wano and Usopp has to wait for Sanji to come back to them, surprisingly enough. Zoro and Usopp being besties my beloved! Anyway, WCI happens. Sanji comes back to them. The first fucking thing Sanji does when they see each other is asking Usopp if she wants to marry him when they finish their fight against Kido. If they survive this, he's marrying her no matter what.

I didn't want to make this long but I'm obsessed with this concept, honestly. Sanji's love for women makes me ill (in a good way) and the way he loves his girlfriend Usopp and supports her makes me go insane too. God, they're so so so so sweet. Perfect for each other.

#THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON YOU CHANGED MY LIFE #they're literally perfect together #gonna cry #black leg sanji #usopp #transmasc sanji #transfem usopp #sanuso #one piece

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Day 3 (September 25) - Marriage/First Date

Misty fogs fill the air as a white gown wisp and flutter across the plane of shadows and icey cold air as a beautiful woman stomps around the halls of her large castle. “UGH! I hate this!” She shouted out, many flowers bursting into flames at her wake, her high heels stomping rather harshly on the red velvet rug under her. “Why did Eliza get married before me!? I’m obviously prettier and better than her! Her own wedding itself was even a disaster yet people still talk about how perfect it was!” She growls, her dark locks going unkempt from her loose braid over her shoulder as she floats up the stair steps to save the trip of actually walking up them until she made it to the castle ballroom in an upset hmph.

The woman floats to the center of the room and claps her pretty hands together in a loud sound, “Steve! Put Eliza’s wedding video on!”

In a hurry, many ghostly gentlemen and women hurry and get a video reel up and rolling as pictures and videos begin to present itself onto the large marge ceiling above. With arms crossed she watches the images move and sound soon comes from them. “It was a complete disaster! I mean, the groom and her broke up at the altar and there were so many guys fighting over the whole wedding and she didn’t even bother to edit all that out? Uck!”

As soon as she said that, something catches her line of eye sight as the sound of a door slamming open echos–

“Stop that wedding!”

A handsome man in a red and black plaid suit and lovely groomed back ginger locks rushed right in panting out of breath with a somewhat flushed face, in one hand he had a velvet box and in the other a lovely bouquet of pink roses.

“Ha…Haa… I made it…”

“Steve, who is that?” Asked the woman as she watched him straighten his back up and swished his hair back again. One of the ghostly butlers looked up and mumbled, “I-I believe they called him Ace madam…”

“Ace…”That man stands there proud and full of light with such a different attitude than the others she saw in the video, she can feel her heart swell and swoon over those red eyes like the suit he wears.

“The ideal Prince that the princess always seeks, it does not even exist. There’s no way a guy who follows all your ideal terms and conditions exists, if you consider enough you would know. Just because you guys always give her fake hope like this, that’s why she is always seeking for the ideal partner that doesn’t even exist!”

“M-Madam..?” A ghostly maid quietly asked upon seeing her lady’s facial expression change into something else than her previous scowling anger.

The woman floats up to the ceiling, reaching a hand out until her pale fingers trace across that face of the young man in red.

“Yes, him… I have decided… I shall marry this man and make him my husband!

Ace runs down the hallway with Deuce in tail, both having frantic panicked looks on their faces as they slug their bags behind them or on their shoulders.

“This is why you set an alarm for the morning!” Shouted Deuce as he ran ahead of the ginger. Ace growls and jumps onto the stair railing and starts sliding down in fast speed, looking back he shouted back, “I just forgot Juice! You forgot your own alarm too!”

Down the halls are a trio of slightly older Heartslabyul walking calmly alongside each other’s shoulders.

“Come on Riddle-san, tell me more~” Whined Cater tries to give the shortest green puppy dog eyes. Riddle, however, only looked ahead unfathered by the begging and kept walking with lips in a fine line. “There’s nothing to tell.” He answered only that as he looked away.

Cater whined again and leaned back, “Come on. You’re having a crush finally!”

Black gloves quickly spring up and cover the ginger’s mouth as the dorm leader’s head goes bright pink. “H-Hush! Do you want the whole school to hear!?” Riddle growled out as his blue-gray eyes dark back and forth in worry.

Right when he looked left he saw a large flash of black and red come right for him right at the most perfect moment when Ace Trappola decided to use some wind magic to boost faster in his race to the classroom with Deuce.

Before anyone can fully process the motion the first year collided with the dorm head rather hard, bodies hitting the hard rug floor in a harsh echoing thud.

Ace imminently sits up, hands pressed on the floor on either side of Riddle’s head he gets up in a push-up motion, and looks down at the second year under him with immediate apologies flowing out his mouth like a waterfall, “I am so sorry dorm head! Are you okay??”

Riddle just laid there, on his back, in the hallway, staring up at the trouble maker’s handsome face, his eyes staring at those reds of Ace’s and slowly darted to his lips that moved in words that haven’t yet reached his ears.

He swallows as he feels heat burn his cheeks and go across his whole face and even down his neck and up his ears as his heart rate quickened faster and harder than any heartbeat he ever felt before.

Before the card soldier could apologize again, the tense cold metal feeling of Riddle’s signature collar wrapped around his neck and Riddle stood up fast and stomped off hard and quickly.

“Oh come on!” Whined Ace as his hands grab hold of the collar, only to pause when he feels the warmth of his body head again. He removed it imminently after?

Ace rubbed his neck as he looked at the spot he was just laying on the floor, confused and curious of the reaction and action of Riddle.

“You okay Ace-chan?” Cater asked, picking a piece of dust off his shoulder with a muffled giggle behind his lips. Ace blinked for a moment and nodded. “Yes,” He answered, “Just confused, that's all.”

“Oh you’re just as handsome in person Acey-Pooky~!”

Riddle sighs as he turns the corner, trying to settle down his blush and poor heart in his tight rib cage. Settle down Riddle, you are not like a normal teenage boy who lets his hormones get the best of him! He screamed in his mind as he rubs his cheeks in a mushing motion as if that’d somehow stop the blood flow there.

Damn you Ace, just disappear for a day!

He sighs again as his breathing and blood rush went back to an average degree and turned on his heel and began to walk down the hall again.

That’s when he heard a noise he never heard before. . . The sound of a man’s scream of terror.

In a flash Riddle runs back around the corner and witnesses Ace being lifted off the ground by five different ghost males while he kicks and screams, a female ghost with long wavy dark locks down her back and dressed in a lovely gown floating above them all and in front of the six.

The woman floats closer to Ace and cups his face, forcing him to stare at her. A smile spreads on her red tinted lips as she calls out in a sing-song like melody, “Yes. It’s you, the one with the key~ My dear Acey-Poo, by sundown, we are going to be married~!” She squeals a bit in the end there, causing the halls to grow colder and thicker in air.

Ace’s eyes widen as his face pales. “Wh-What?!” He shouts in protests, frailing around more as the five who have him grasped hard began to move with the unknown woman.

Working fast as rage fills his chest now, Riddle quickly ran up to them. “ACE!”

The two redheads struggle and grab hold enough of their hands, Riddle gasping in fear at the sudden disappearance of the flood under his feet as he too gets lifted up off the ground as he clings to Ace’s hand.

The lady scoffs and turns her head away in a snob like manner, “You’re scaring my soon-to-be-husband you gremlin!” She lifts a hand up above her hand with clear intent to smack the shorter.

But before she could make contact, Riddle fell and fell hard to the ground of the school as his glove slipped off his hand into Ace’s hold, his face making harsh contact to the rug line of the stone floor as his elbows ached in soft burns.

Ace struggles more upon seeing Riddle fall, calling out to him, “Riddle!” as tears threaten his eyes as dread and fear fill his lungs and stomach like a sour lunch.

But within a blink of an eye, as soon as the others whipped their pens out to prevent the kidnapping even further, the group disappeared with Ace’s screams of help and the mystery woman’s wicked joyful laugh.

All there is left is the cold dense air and rose petals that imminently dry and flatten to dust as soon as they touch the ground and Riddle on the floor staring at the spot in the air in shock.

“ACE!”

Roses tickle Ace’s nose as he rolls over in soft fabrics of bed covers, humming at the warmth that covers him blissfully like a sweet caressing hug.

The feeling of the sheets moving softly stirs him in alert as the sound of a soft sweet giggle comes from beside him. “It’s too early, Rosebud.” He whined as he crawled onto his stomach, his arms hugging the soft plush of his pillow in comfort.

The giggle happens again as he feels the presence of someone crawling closer, he feels soft lips dance in butterfly gentle kisses across his ear to his cheek and finally his eyelid nearest to the affectionate morning mate, a soft voice speaking in a honey sweet tone, “But I want to spend the day with my dear husband~”

Red eyes flutter open, the sun nearly blinding him as the morning greets him with much optimism. As his eyes adjust with the light he is able to recognize the lovely shade of red hair lay on the pillow beside him as big beautiful stormy blue eyes stare up at him as soft pink pout worthy lips smile in a cracked smile on a cute doll-like face.

“Please wake up soon my love~”

Ace jolted forward gasping for air only to immediately cough as he sucked in too much of the air into his tight and sore lungs and scratchy and sore throat, his hands running across his damp forehead and thick hair.

He pauses when he feels a fabric in his right hand and brings his hands down to see a somewhat smaller leather black glove in his grasp. Instantly, memories of before he conked out came flooding back from him and Deuce running because they were late for class they both had a test for that morning to his random kidnapping from six unknown ghosts and of course the falling of Riddle.

Gripping the glove close as his fingers curl and tighten into his palm, the feeling of dread and guilt swarmed Ace’s chest.

Riddle… He thought, the image of Riddle falling to the ground not erasing from his mind… Please…Be okay…

Then, the soft humming of a woman’s catches his attention.

Curiously, he ran his hands around to feel around the darkness until he stood on his wobbly knees and felt around some more until he managed to leave the shadows and into the light.

The light hurt and squeezed his mind and eyes like a harsh beating of drowning in icy cold water that boils hot immediately after, slowly dimming down into a comforting level so he was able to see he exited a wrapped large box of sorts in the large beautiful glass dome of the botanical garden on the school grounds. So it seems they just dropped me. He thought to himself as he shuffled forward carefully and confusingly trying to piece the pieces together.

Then he noticed the decor.

It was like the fairies from the Gala he went to went full pink and threw up all over the place. There were ribbons around the trees and lines, lights in the form of glass flowers that shine bright, many forms of flowers around it’s wake, and in the center of the entire place is a large stage with a not as large flower arch and a large seven layer cake coated in white icing with a God awful strange coral looking red mess of a centerpiece on top.

“Where the fuck am I…?”

A high pitch squeal causes him to jump and turn around fast to be met face to face of the ghostly girl from earlier who eagerly floated down to his level. “You’re finally awake Acey-Poo~” She giggled, her eyelashes flashing rapidly as if making morse code into his mind.

Ace cringed and stepped back in one large leap like step to create a distance between them. “Who the hell are you?!” He shouted. And he full on meant to shout.

The mystery woman blinks confused at him before giggling and grabbing hold of his hands and spinning the two around, “Oh Acey-Poo you’re so funny~! But I guess we should get to know each other for the next few hours until the party starts~ I am Lady Angelica Loaththorn, and you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you~” Her red lips pushed out and leaned forward to the ginger male who, in appropriate fashion, leans back in a started fumbling shriek. “Whoa there miss! What party??” He asked, no, more like demanded while he stared at her.

The woman, Angelica, giggled again, her voice like a scrapping nail on rusty glass, “Our wedding silly goose~”

Ice went right into Ace’s veins as he stumbled back, nearly falling from how far he stepped back, mouth opening and closing like a damn fish on the dock. “W-Wedding?! No way, lady! I don’t even know you!” He proclaimed, not phased in the slightest of her small pout.

“I knew you would hate the sudden surprise Acey-Poo, but it has to be done. If we don’t get married tonight during the full moon then we don’t get married!” She whined, trying to wrap her arms around him and growling when he ducked and moved away in protest.

“Married… Look lady-”

“Angelica~”

“Whatever~ I can’t marry you. I’m still a freshman in school after all!”

“Oh! That’ll be fine! It’s quiet normal for people to be married at your age~”

“In which world?!”

A ghostly butler wisp in and floats beside Angelica with a scared expression on his face. “M-Madam…”

Angelica’s chipper face drops in a scary sour expression as her eyes narrow and grow cold faster than a winter storm, her voice matching well with the ice that formed with her glare, “What is it Maxwell? Can’t you see me and my fiance are getting our wedding ready?”

The butler tenses yet shrinks back as he stares at the ground, Ace notices a visible shake and quiver in his transparent frame, “Y-Yes, well, it seems there’s some people here… T-They say… T-Th-They will take the groom away–”

“WHAT?!”

The glass ceiling and walls cracked harshly and some flowers grew heated and withered to nothing but gray mulch of stem and petals which caused Ace to cringe and sulk as he stared up at the woman he will apparently “marry”.

It wasn’t that hard to find the Ace you see.

Other students happened to have noticed the strange spectacle of Ace being carried away and Leona reported how there’s an unknown rumor of his favorite napping space being closed for an “important date” in which it didn’t take much to cross the conclusion that something was afoot there.

Trey, Epel, Cater, Jack, Sebek, Leona (who mainly came to reclaim his nap spot), Ruggie (who mainly came with to stop Leona from doing something stupid), Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, and Idia all hurried to the location in a rush to save their wild card friend and schoolmate with Idia only going for support and help as he’s getting strong sense of deja-vu in a way.

As the Botanical Garden’s doors open and the group of rescuers enter the building, they are instantly met with the odd sight Ace witnessed not too long ago which was topped off with a worried pale Ace standing beside a woman in white who floats there as if expecting them to burst through that very door.

“You are not invited to this beautiful ceremony!” Cried out the culprit in white who glares at these unwanted guests with cold daggers.

Ruggie’s ears flattened upon the heat of the glass dome and her shrieking shrill of a voice from the woman. Leona, seeing this, steps up with a scowling growl of his throat, “You have some nerve to come here in the morning lady. Not only that but to kidnap a random herbivore and do all kinds of random bullshit of the elements.”

Angelica hmphs and snarls back, “Begone you measly dirty furrball! This is a beautiful wedding between me and my dear charming Acey-Poo~!”

Some, though knowing full well of the situation in hand, couldn’t help but snort or laugh softly upon hearing such a disgustingly sugarly sweet affectionate nickname for Ace Trappola of all people!

Ace glued his eyes to all of them with a pleading look. “Please!” He cried out, “Tell her every bad thing about me! I will be mad later but please!”

Angelica laughs in response, “Nothing any of you say will turn away my feelings for my Acey-Poo~”

Deuce thought for a moment before he spoke up first, “He’s very much a rule breaker!”

The “bride” in the situation gave the dark haired guy a look to say he had formed an outer layer of skin and mucus in his hair before she retorted back, “Bad boys are cute though.”

Without stopping Epel joined in, “He isn’t that great at singing!”

Ace gave that one a look of “is that too far” yet Angelica laughed, “That just means I can shine brighter and he can shine the spotlight~”

“He’s very unmotivated!” Shouted Jack, ears perked way way up as if he suddenly was hit by lightning due to his sudden idea.

Ace chewed the inside of his lip as he stared at him. “Okay maybe that’s just–”

“His tail isn’t that good lookin’!” Floyd practically shouted out at random.

“Okay that’s too far!”

The crowd and Ace grew surprised as Angelica merely laugh and float around to the back of Ace, wrapping her delicate looking arms though for Ace it felt like a sharp sword was taunting at his neck, her voice a dove’s coo, “Love means you accept every single flaw of your beloved, that’s how much I love Acey-Poo so~”

Cold sweat dripped off the back of Ace’s neck as his throat caught tight hold of his breath as his heart began to beat in fear. I-Is this it…? How do I get out?!

“Yo, you’re connected to that ghost princess from last time, yeah?”

Everyone looked as the usually shy Idia stepped forward confidently yet his face was coated in shame for the one in front of him.

He tsked before he spoke up, “If that's the case then marry me instead.”

The crowd behind immediately caused an uproar, Azul hurrying to his side with worried ocean eyes. “What are you saying, Idia-San!?”

“Come on, I mean what I said!”

Angelica smirks and giggles out, her voice slightly darker, “Clever boy~ I can almost see what Eliza first saw you pass your little bitch appearance~”

Idia growled some, until he froze.

He fell hard to his knees as he coughed hard.

“I-Idia-san??” Azul knelt to his blue flamed friend, pausing at the sight of strange glowing pink markings going about his skin as his eyes became unfocused. “Idia!”

“While Eliza was weak enough to only freeze the body with just a mere slap on the face, she was never able to quite master her emotions like I~”

As soon as she said that, more of them started to fall ill with the same symptoms of markings and coughs.

Ace watched in horror before turning to Angelica with wide eyes, “Wh-What are you doing…?”

Angelica giggles and hugged Ace tighter as if she isn’t causing pain to the others, “Just a little poison ivy, nothing a little act of true love won’t fix~”

Ace only watched back in terror as Epel fell to the ground and Deuce caught him, tears streaking down his face in worry as the apple farmer coughs harshly and rasp like.

He can hear from behind him in his ear the sing-song tsk tsk from the bride, “Look at what your stubborn nature is going sweetie pie~ Are you just going to let them grow sicker? You’re a heartless monster at best and a coward at worst then~”

Red eyes widen more and burn in invisible tears as he hears Ruggie’s cries of pain and the look of Leona’s heartbroken expression.

He inhaled a shaky breath, “O..Okay… I’ll marry you… Just please… don’t hurt anyone else…”

Angelica spun Ace and her around as she squealed, “Yes~! Oh my dear Acey-Poo, you just made me the happiest girl in the entire universe~!” She giggled, ignoring her “groom’s” sickly depressed expression on his face.

“Now let us get forth to our wedding~”

Two shadows dance across a red brick wall as a blonde girl wearing a middle school uniform hurries to a shop window. “OOOOoooooooo~! Hey █████ , look at that dress, isn’t it cute~?” She chirped while pointing at a lovely robin blue dress. The one with short orange-red hair looked at her with an annoyed expression.

“Come on Alice, we talked about his…”

“Oh! Right, sorry Ace~! I’m still getting used to your new name~”

As the blonde continued on and on yappering to the dress, the ginger only felt his brain slowly go deeper and deeper down the deep end of misery, the stressful anxiety filling his system like pure sugar of a drink over the idea of this conversation…

“█████ look at this!”“Oh sorry █████ I forgot you cut your hair~”“I’ve always known you as █████ so please don’t hate me Acey~”

It was always the same… He can’t ever escape her… He will never escape…

Ace only stands still as a ghostly priest speaks to the room of sickly ill people who are forced to watch the scene go down, hands firmly straight to his sides.

“We are gathered here today to witness the ceremony of love and passion between Lady Angelica Loaththorn and Mr Ace Trappola in eternal love and marriage. If anyone were to dare reject this union, speak now or forever hold your peace!”

The trickster bit back the temptation of rejecting again, even more when seeing Angelica glare around the room as if they would stop this at this point of proving she’s a threat.

He pauses when he feels a familiar fabric in his hand and glances down at said hands, seeing the small black leather glove of his redhead Housewarden.

Riddle…

Suddenly, the door slams open.

“STOP!”

The ghost servants served as the shocked dramatic gasps as everyone, even the sickly ones, turned to the door.

That voice—

Ace turned his head around fast and his heart sore to the Heavens upon seeing the one and only Riddle standing there out of breath and red hair a crazed mess out of his usual groom style. His heart fluttered seeing his eyes shine with determination and rage, his heart swooned at the sight of him rushing in like some bad-ass in an action film, his heart beating fast just looking at Riddle.

Oh, He thought, his face slowly smiling, Now it makes sense…

Angelica growls, “WHY IS EVERYONE ANGRY AT MY WEDDING!?”

Riddle growled back, face flustered in anger and rush, pointing an accusatory finger at the bride, “This wedding has to stop! I won’t allow you to take him!”

The woman rolled her eyes hard and sighed, chest first in a dark tone, “You’re that little red gremlin from hours ago, you’re so annoying! Besides,” She clasps her hands into Ace’s, “Acey-Poo already accepted our marriage~”

The former Red Tyrant stared at his freshman shocked, his bare hand resting on his tender chest. “Ace…”

Hearing his dorm leader call his name like that made Ace want to cry, his eyes softening at those sad blue-gray eyes.

The bride growls again and snaps her fingers, “Steve, Maxwell, grab him!” On cue two ghostly butlers grab hold on to Riddle despite his clear protest.

Ace stepped forward fast, “Wait wait wait!” He shutters under the cold faux affectionate gaze of Angelica who stares him down as if her eyes knew what he was going to say, “We’re already getting married, there’s no need to hurt anyone else, right…honey?” He nearly signed out when she smiled and grabbed his hands again, interlacing their fingers happily. “Of course Acey-Poo~!”

Riddle was then held but a bit less rougher, forced to watch Ace hold hands with someone else and apparently be married to.

The ghostly preacher clears his throat and spoke up, “A-Anyway… Lady Angelica, do you have your vows ready..?” He sounded scared and jittery, a normal reaction for today it seems.

Angelica, not reading the air of uncomfortable dread of this apparently important day, giggles and nods, “Of course~” She turns and look at Ace, chest puffed out and chin tilted up as arrogates hits her tone and body as she speaks, “Ace, I love you so much and I vow to give you a life worthy of your love. I mean, I’m beautiful, I’m rich, I’m powerful, I’m a full package baby~”

As Ace listens to her so called “heartfelt vows” he thinks long and hard in his mind as the cold feeling swarms his chest, Well, I guess she’s right. She is a beautiful girl any other day I would be down to swoon, if I’m spending all eternity with her I guess that’s that. But…

He glanced behind Angelica some at Riddle, who’s still standing there looking on to the scene, a look of heartache on his face.

Ace thought back to the time of the dorm leader’s Overblot, that heart wrenching weeping and sobbing he created from his stone cold wined up doll expression of unresolved anger.

“I mean, what more can you ask for~?”

Angelica’s words hit him rather hard. Not in a sense he realizes he loves her all along for the half the day they spent together against his will and her threatening harm on his school buddies and friends, but in a sense that his heart felt pierced as he stares at Riddle.

I never wanted you to cry like that again…

“Do you have your vows ready Mr Ace?”

Ace blinks some before looking at the crowd than at the preacher and ghostly bride, a smirk soon coming on his lips.

“Yes, I do.”

Clearly his throat he held those ghostly hands lovingly and looked up at her, “I know you’ve must’ve been waiting for so long for me to stop dragging my feet, and for that I apologize. I vow to love you and only you, to make you laugh and smile every day while we’re around.”

Angelica smiles softly, though it more feels like a smirk, at these words. Riddle, on the other hand, slowly began to look down on the ground in defeat.

“I know we'll have our fights, and we might fight a lot, but even if we fight I promise and vow to always apologize first.”

Riddle blinks some and kindly glances up, peering the scene through the red veil of his bangs.

“I will make you happy, whip the tears off your beautiful face whenever you’re sad, ease the pain of your life inside and out with my entire heart. I will laugh at your humor, I desire to heal the heartaches you faced as you grew up and spoil you with sweets and kisses when you’re feeling blue.”

Warmth filled Riddle’s cheeks as his eyes widened. It was for the bride, nothing special, but… Great Seven it sounded like he was speaking right to him—

Angelica swoons softly, “Awww~ Acey-Poo you’re so romantic~”

Ace lifts a finger up and wags it, “Ah ah ah, I don't think I’m done yet.”

She tilts her head, and Ace continued, “If we’re going to spend every waking moment of eternity together I want to at least get some things off my chest so we can have a married life with no secrets, yeah honey~?”

The bride giggles and nods rapidly.

Swallowing a hard spit, the card glanced around the room until his eyes fell on Riddle. Here goes all my hard work on the secret… He thought as he sighed out.

“I’m transgender.”

The woman blinks.

“Eh?”

“It means I was biologically born female but transitioned to be a male.”

“Wh-What??”

Jamil blinks some and mumbled, “That explains the last one to shower bit.”

Leona mumbled as if joining the conversation, “I knew.”

Jamil looked at his upperclassman in shock. “You knew??” He hissed, voice matching well with his emotion. Leona shrugged, “It was not my place to bring up someone’s history and also it’s whatever right?”

The tense crowd watched as Angelia removed her hands off Ace slowly as he went on, “I also am pansexual, meaning I like girls, I like boys, and I like other kinds of people too. Also, I grew up in a divorced household so it looks like we’ll visit family twice on Christmas honey~” Ace smirks at the last bit when seeing and hearing her gasp.

He looked past her, softened eyes looking right at his captured dorm leader.

“And I’m in love with somebody else.”

This caused everyone else to gasp and murmur, well most as Floyd was very loud in his questioning, no one noticing Riddle’s cheeks flare up as he made a small gasp as well.

Angelica’s hands tighten into fists as she growls, “Y-You…”

“Hmm, what’s the matter honey~?”

She screams, “YOU LIED TO ME!”

Plants were set ablaze as the air grew hot and cold, causing many panic noises to come off everyone’s lip.

Ace ran past her and leapt off the strange wedding stage, his hair messy from the sudden hair and even more sudden warmth that cakes it, red eyes locking with blue-gray.

“Riddle!”

Riddle gasps softly and struggles again. “Ace!”

The ghosts were fast to let go of Riddle as Ace collided in a crash to the three, causing the pair of redheads to fall on the ground, almost mirroring their fall from earlier.

Angelica’s screams were all anyone could hear, “GUARDS, KILL THEM ALL!”

Riddle was first to stand as he grabbed Ace’s hand and ran across the Botanical Garden space in a hurry as ghosts chase them with swords and even muskets, Floyd whistling as he and Kalim cheer after them, “GO GOLDFISHIE AND CRABBY, GO!”

Riddle grabbed onto his pen and struck the first two with Off With Your Head rather easily, Ace following suit as he grabbed his pen and shot some wind at a few others right after.

Tightening his hand hold of Riddle again, he turned his head to him and spoke, “Shall I have this dance Housewarden?”

The king of roses smirked back and squeezed his hand, “You may.”

Immediately after, Ace spins Riddle around him like a toy ballerina, fire wrapping around them in a shield and attacking the ghosts.

The two move in gentle sync as Riddle bursts fire from his pen while Hellfire on Earth while Ace used every inch of air magic he can muster for a good fanning of the fires around him, hands never once parting from one another and when they did they were on the partner’s shoulder or back.

Angelica growls while watching this display and starts stomping around in rage of a tantrum. “GET THEM GET THEM GET THEM!” She cried and whined in screams and shouts as her guards one by one got cast out and snuffed by the flames the two made.

“Off With Your Head!”

Angelica shrieked back as she got weighed down by a heavy crimson and red metal collar around her neck, offense increasing in her facial expression.

The moment her raging eyes look up to scream again she is met with the sight of both Riddle and Ace squeezing their hands together, chest to chest, with their pens aimed at her.

The last image she sees before the sound of harsh winds went to her ears and fire went right at her.

The glass of the garden crack and some even shatter as the bride’s ghostly wails and screams echo around the area as the fire eats her up, leaving only her abandoned wedding set up in her place.

The vibrant markings lifted off the flesh they consumed as the plants went back to normal and air finally lifted in ease, causing many to hug their friends and classmates close with tears of relief happening in their eyes.

Riddle and his wild card soldier watch the scene with relief as their hands are still holding onto the other.

The day ended with everyone returning to their teachers and dorm members who expressed great concern about the disappearance and the tales they told, the dorm leaders might have some things to answer to but nevertheless things are going well as the sun begins to set on the day.

“I’m glad things went well.” Said Riddle, a relieved giggle as he stands just a stray away from everyone else with Ace, hands still clasped in one another. His eyes did glance down at their hands and took a breath in Okay, maybe we should part now He thought, pushing away the guilty feeling of doing so.

However, as he moved his fingers to unlock the hand hold, he felt a sudden presence go near him. He turned his head to look at Ace and suppressed a gasp as he felt his lips against his own.

Blink rapidly his shoulders stay still as his mind wraps around the idea if this is a dream or reality, but slowly as the kiss was proven real he leaned in with fluttered shut eyes.

The best way to describe the kiss is sweet. For Ace, it was like biting a tasty strawberry in the summertime, the sweet tangy almost tart nature of those tinted lips soft like a rose petal in the wind. For Riddle, it was like checking in a candy story and eating the largest lollipop they had, the sweet sticky flavor that wraps around his lips and senses as childhood glee fills his stomach alongside the buzzing butterflies.

As the two finally parted, eyes staring into one another, Ace rasped out, “I love you.”

Riddle’s heart fluttered as he stared into those red orbs.

“I love you with all my heart. I don’t care if you're Riddle Rosehearts, I don’t care if your family would hate it, I don’t care if people would claim it’s not right. I love you with every fiber of my being and my soul screams for you. When I was in there, besides everyone else, all I was thinking as my regret was I was never going to see you again. I was never going to see you smile over your hedgehogs again. I was never going to try and make you smile again. I was never going to hear that giggle and laugh you have again. I was never going to see how red your face gets when you're mad again. I was never going to hear you take my head again. I was never going to ask you to come grab a table with me and we spend a whole night laughing over your favorite colors and drink insanely good drinks and eat tarts with you. I don’t know what the hell the future might hold but I do know it feels so good to have the words “I love you Riddle” come off my lips. So, what do you say? Do you…feel the same way?”

Riddle knew it was his choice to make, but it felt like there was no other option.

As he stared into those red eyes so filled his love and warmth he never saw before his heart ached.

As he looked at that soft warm smile he felt his chest crust his insides.

As he slowly felt sickly sad he turned his head down.

His voice was weak and cracking with emotions, “...I do feel the same Ace.” Ace smiles and goes to kiss him again, making a small sound of Riddle’s hands covering those tempting lips. “But I can’t.”

Ace blinked and stared at him, feeling his heart sink down to his feet and breaking.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t… We can’t…”

With those words left in the open Riddle slowly walked away from the hurt expression of Ace who stands there as the sun sets over the school of Night Raven Collage, both eyes misty and damp with rough emotions of back and forth.

WITH A HAPPY NOTE I MADE THIS!

for the @ridoaceweek challange!

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osamusriceballs · 3 years

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"Date me"

Sakusa x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 1,4 k

About: Sakusa Kiyoomi is a regular at Onigiri Miya and turns your whole word upside down with just two words.

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"He's staring again. Did ya do somethin' wrong?"

"No! I've been avoiding him as much a I can, I got his usual order, and made sure to stay away from him. I don't know why he keeps staring."

You uncomfortably fidget with the pen in your hands, forcing your eyes not to look at table number ten as Osamu interrogates you skeptically.

You've done everything as usual. Greeted him with your mask on, got the menu for him, and made sure that he can see how you had thoroughly disinfected your hands before you got his plate from the kitchen with his usual order. You have no idea why he still takes his time to look at the menu when he always orders the same. By now, you know exactly what he wants and when he wants it.

"I dunno, but he's still starin'. Go and ask if he wants somethin', it's gettin' awkward."

"No- Osamu, please, I know he will be annoyed when I come close to him for no reason."

"I get goosebumps when he looks at us like that. Go. Ask if he needs somethin'."

Your puppy eyes are not enough to soften Osamu Miya's heart as he motions you to walk towards the lone dark haired customer.

You hesitantly make your way towards his table- the cursed number ten- mentally preparing yourself for a scolding, as he always seems to criticize any disturbance to his routine. You grab the pen firmly and hold your notepad like a shield in front of you, a clear signal that you're only here to take his order, not for some funny business, or leave alone small talk.

He raises his brow when he realizes that you're actually coming to his table, a hitch of surprise clouding his facial features . You know fully well that you're disrupting the order and come to his table without him calling for you. And you're dying on the inside with each step you take.

He doesn't really like you. You're certain at this point. He barely talked to you when you met him for the first time, almost being rude when he told you to please keep your distance. It got better when he started to come regularly, his little nod of acknowledgment when you memorized his routine, and his curt "Thank you. See you tomorrow." at the end surely filled you with pride. Not that he ever initiated a deeper conversation with you. You internally swoon whenever he pulls down his mask though- he surely has been blessed with a surprisingly attractive face. His black locks and the sharp gaze, his dark eyes and the two moles above his brow make him even more attractive- he is just outrageously pretty. And the cherry on top is his trained body, an evident sign of his profession as an athlete. He could be a model without a doubt.

"Uhm... I don't want to bother you, I was just wondering if I could get you something? You seem... restless." You use your professional tone and conceal your nervousness skillfully- or at least you tell yourself that he probably won't notice the slight shiver in your voice and how your hands almost drops the notebook when he crocks his eyebrow. Hopefully.

He leans back, his hands neatly folded on the table, his eyes scanning your face quietly.

"No."

"No?"

"No."

You clear your throat, already having expected his answer and not offended by his refusal. He's always like that. He doesn't like to sugar-coat his words and quickly gets to the point. Efficient.

"Okay. You can always tell me if you need something." You smile, hoping that he can notice it through your mask, ready to leave.

"Actually. Get me another order of my usual, please." You freeze at his words.

He never asks for seconds.

Osamu will be very satisfied.

"Oh. Sure."

He nods, clearly dismissing you with the simple gesture and you quickly make another attempt to retreat and tell your boss the good news.

Sakusa Kiyoomi wants seconds.

"Oh. And also. Date me."

"Huh?"

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You giggle when you pull down his mask and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him- his body instinctively reacting and resting his hands on your hips to steady you while he returns the kiss. It's a chaste and quick kiss, nothing compared to the kisses he'd give you in the privacy of your shared home when no one would disturb you- but it still makes your heart flutter and beat like crazy. It took him some time to get used to frequently have physical contact with you but he's been working on it diligently, and your heart still swells with pride whenever he initiates skinship first or doesn't back off when you kiss him without a warning.

If someone would have told you a year ago that you will actually date the icy cold Sakusa Kiyoomi, you would have laughed and shrugged it off- but now you find yourself hopelessly in love with the germaphobe spiker. He caught you off-guard when he asked you out back then at table number ten, and you actually decided to give him a chance after thinking for some time.

And that was the best decision you ever made.

Sakusa might seem distant at first- but you quickly discovered his dorky and teasing side, especially when he interacted with your boss' twin brother- and you found it adorable. He actually made an attempt to court you in an old-fashioned way to show you that he's serious about this, starting by getting flowers and calling you as much as he could, especially when he was out of town for a few days. You still find it hard to believe sometimes that hat he actually likes you and someday even confessed that he loves you- but you couldn't help but to fall for him too. For the way he notices even the smallest things about you, for the way he makes you feel safe and warm whenever he is around, for the way he actually is- even though he had a hard time showing his true self at first. And that's when you discovered how much of a romantic he was, thoroughly hiding this side from everyone expect you. One day, you stumbled across his browser history- and it made you chuckle but also swoon at his cuteness. It went from things like "what to get your gf during her period" to "how to apologize and show her that you actually love her" and "how to properly show love".

His eyes turn soft when he pulls a strand of your hair behind your ear- extra touchy today as it seems. The urge to hug him and to bury your face into his chest almost overwhelming when he looks at you like this. He is such a softie- not exactly what you expected him to be when you first met him but you can't complain. He is literally perfect for you.

"I'll get your usual, okay?"

"Hmm. Sure. Thanks."

Sakusa suddenly pulls you towards his body, your chest crashing against his, while he presses his lips against yours firmly. He has never been that bold in public before but you assume that he's trying to get comfortable with something new and mentally thank Osamu for already shutting the doors today, meaning that only very few customers are left. You allow yourself to melt into his embrace and to wrap your arms around him while you kiss him back, enjoying the moment to the fullest.

"Kiyoomi, stop-" you whine when he doesn't make an attempt to pull back, still devouring your lips- there is no other way to call it.

"Sorry. I got carried away" he chuckles when he leans back and pulls his mask over his face, but you can't help to notice the confident smirk on his face. He always looks like that when he's about to win. When he's absolutely confident in himself, ready to earn his prize. What's with him today?

"Don't worry, it's fine. Take your usual place, I'll get your order." He nods, and you smile and make an attempt to go to the counter until he calls you back.

"I got another order today, y/n."

"And what would that be?"

"Marry me."

"Huh?"

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luimagines · 3 years

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Not sure how familiar you are with Four Swords but would you be interested in writing separate Red, Blue, Green and Vio X reader? Obviously can be in an LU setting but doesn’t have to be! My girlfriend is a massive Four simp I know she’d swoon at this.

As always love your work! ❤️❤️

- Gaylactic-Fire

Masterlist

You've got it!

Color centric scenarios are a go!

Content under the cut!

Green

Your laughter bounced off of the forest canopy as you ran though the foliage.

Green held onto your hand tightly as he led the way, dodging in and out of bushes and the underbrush so frequently that you were sure you were thoroughly lost.

“Green!” You shout after a short twig scratches your ankle. “Where are we even going?”

“Somewhere special!” He replies with a wink over his shoulder.

That’s the only answer you get before he has you climbing over a particularly impressive rock, passing you the basket that he’s brought along and climbing right after you.

You shake your head and try your hardest not to look into the goods that he’s brought. He made you promise before you started out here to not peak and you don’t want to break it simply because you’re curios.

Granted, it a basket and he’s taking you somewhere special away from the people and his especially his brother- you think you can guess what’s inside and what you’re doing.

Green reaches up to where you are and takes the basket but a cheeky finger wave. “You promised~!”

“I know.” You snort. “I wasn’t looking.”

“Mm-hm...” He takes your hand again and begins to pull you along gentler along the rock and moves aside a curtain of vines before ushering you forward.

It’s a hidden tunnel and with wide and delighted eyes you venture forward, your boyfriend at your back before you come to a crystal cave, a blanket set on the dry rock below with multiple candles not only holding the blankets down but decorating the atmosphere with their flickering light, sending a filter of rainbow light across the cave.

A gasp leaves your mouth and you dash in front of the little display. “When did you do this? How did you find this place? I knew you taking me a for picnic but I didn’t think-”

“Happy anniversary.” Green holds out a single red rose in front of him a happy and bashful smile on his face.

Your heart drops to your feet when you accept the flower. “Green... oh, I’m sorry... I completely forgot. I didn’t get you anything.”

“I thought so.” Green admits. “You’ve been so nervous about acing your exams that you weren’t thinking much about anything else. But it gave me all the opportunity I needed to plan this, find this place and set everything up!”

“This is incredible Green, thank you.” You lean forward and kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry I’ve been so stuck in my head recently.”

“Don’t be.” Green takes your hands and kisses your knuckles. “If you pass the test you get to work in the castle as a royal court herbalist. It’s a big deal. They only accept the best of the best.”

“I’m so nervous.” You say confidently.

“That’s ok.” Green chuckles. “But take a break for a little, yeah? I brought your favorites.”

Blue

You had left him the forge to work on the latest commission but you were beginning to suspect that he hadn’t once paused or taken a break.

And that just won’t stand.

So you walk right on in and wave to Green who’s working the front of the shop.

Green brightens at seeing your face and throws a thumb back toward the entrance to the forge. “Blue’s back there.”

“Has he left at all?’ You ask with a small smile on your lips.

Green shakes his head.

You sigh and shake your head.” That’s what I thought.”

“Gonna get him out?”

“I’m gonna try.” You admit with a shrug and walk toward the door.

“If anyone can, it’s you.” Green calls as you leave and you take a breath to brace yourself for the smell and the heat of the place.

You walk on it and look around, trying to get past the always dim light and spot him in the back by the anvil, the glowing amber light of the metal lighting up his face.

You step as close as you while still being safe of the sparks.

“Blue!” You call out.

He stops and looks up from the project before dunking it in the bucket of water nearby.

He leaves it there and begins to make his way over to you with a smile on his face. “Hey. I’m still working.”

“I can see that.” You say with a smile. “I was wondering if you would like to go get something to eat with me.”

Blue stalls for a moment, the idea waging a war in his mind. “...I’m still working.”

“It’s just a break, Blue. It’ll still be there when you get back.” You try to persuade him. “Please.”

You put on your cutest puppy eyes and lean closer, even going as far as to put hand in front of you as you plead your case.

Blue bites his lip and worries the leather of his gloves but he doesn’t say anything.

You wait for a moment and drop your hands. “Is that a no?”

It’s hard to hide the disappointment in your voice and facial expression and you know that Blue sees it.

But you smile a little and nod. “That’s fine. We still have that date planned this weekend, right? I’ll.... I’ll see you then.”

“No.” Blue takes of his gloves. “I’m coming. Let’s go get lunch.”

“I- Really?” You blinked and don’t bother hiding your grin. “And you’re commission?”

“It’ll be there when I get back.” Blue takes the apron off and puts it on a nearby hook, taking your hand as he begins to leave the forge.

You’re sure that there’s a lot of safety hazards that he’s currently throwing out the window but Green is good at this too so hopefully he’ll cover for Blue.

You both exit and Blue is barely holding himself together. He’s just short of sprinting away from the shop entirely, waving to his brother on the way out while you giggle and give Green a wink.

It’s lunch time!

Red

“RED!” You cried out into the open. “RED!”

No one answers.

“Oh man, why me?” You whine and begin jogging down the road. “Of all days! ...RED! RED!”

Still nothing.

You at least take a moment to thank your lucky stars that there’s no one else on the road beside you or else they’d think you’re crazy for simply yelling out a color and expecting something to happen.

“I’m here!” You hear him call out at last.

Relief covers your entire body in a single wave and you pick up your pace. “Red, where have you been? Vio is going to have an aneurism about being on time with the dinner with your dad and grandpa and ....oh dear...”

You look up and see a very familiar red tunic... hanging upside down- hat on the ground and boots in the air, a single foot stretched out and held by a rope trap connected to a very tall tree.

You blink and sit yourself on the forest floor under you. “How is it that only you get into these kind of things?”

Red sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know. I didn’t know this was even here.”

“Clearly.” You run your hand through your hair and take a deep breath. You look around him and take in the tree. It looks like it can be climbed easily enough and if you can get up, you can undo the rope at the top, get your boyfriend out and then still have enough time to go doll yourself up for the first family dinner you’ve been invited to.

No pressure.

“You’re so lucky I love you.” You get up and pat Red out of the way to get a good grip on the tree bark in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you out Sweetheart, what does it look like I’m doing?” You reply and begin the climb.

“Please be careful.” Red gulps a bit and tried to ignore the amount of blood that’s been rushing to his head.

Finding the rope that holding your lover hostage is a bit more challenging than getting into the tree to begin with but you find it well enough.

You don’t have anything sharp to simply cut him free but you do have two hands- determination, spite and a whole lot of gumption at your disposal to try to undo the knot in the tree.

It’s takes an age.

But when you see that you’re making progress you get excited and tell Red to get ready to fall.

He doesn’t respond but you can somewhat see him nod and try to figure out how on earth he was going to land without hurting himself.

You feel like you should be helping him in that regard but you’re not on the ground anymore and someone still has to get the knot out.

It slips and Red falls right into a practiced roll like the professional that he is and you cheer on his behalf. “YAY! Red, you’re free!”

He laughs and goes to stand, wobbling immediately at the rush of blood but manages to stand on his feet.

You drop down from the tree after him and rush to give him a hug. “Hey there handsome!”

“Hello beautiful!” Red hugs you back.

“Come on now! Or we’re going to be late!” You jump and begin to pull back through the forest.

You do not want to give his family a bad impression of you after all.

Vio

“My love, you have to get up now.” Soft lips brush against your cheek with a sweet peck before a hand shakes your shoulder somewhat.

You blink your eyes open with a smile and roll over to the other side, completely ignoring the man in front of you.

“I saw that.” Vio chuckles and continues to shake your shoulder. “You said you’d help out in the shop today. you have to get up if you want to be there on time.”

“Nu-uh.” You hum and try to burrow deeper into the warm blankets.

Vio shakes you a little harder.

“Five more minutes.”

“No.” Vio says your name with the same exasperation as he would when dealing with Red. He hates that you two have this in common.

You’re content to stay in bed and fall back asleep until the blankets are unceremoniously ripped away from you.

The cold air had you curling in on yourself in an instant and you whined as loud as you could without opening your mouth to show your annoyance toward your boyfriend.

“Time to be awake now.”

“I don’t wanna~” You groan and roll around again, looking for a familiar mop of blond hair. “Why must you do this to me? I thought you loved me.”

That actually manages to get Vio to laugh before he crawls into bed next to you and lays down close enough where his nose just barely brushes yours. “I do love you. It’s why I’m making sure my lover can keep their promises and not become a hypocrite. It won’t look good on me if the love of my life begins slacking.”

You hum and close your eyes, reaching out for his hand and taking it into your own. You pull it up and give him a small kiss on his knuckles and sigh. “I suppose it really wouldn’t do you any good if your lover was a scoundrel.”

Vio snorts. “That and Red was excited about you joining in him in the front today so he’s been talking non stop about it.”

You groan louder and roll away from him, going so far as to roll off of the bed and hit the floor with your full weight.

Vio winces by the sounds and pushes himself upright. “You ok?”

“I really hate it when Red get disappointed.” You groan as loud as you can before getting up and stretching your arms over your head. “He always looks like he’s about to cry and then I want to cry with him and it’s a whole mess. I swear sometimes he does it on purpose.”

“Sounds about right.” Vio smiles and begins to put the bed together. “Go get ready. I’ll clean up.”

You yawn and nod. “Good morning by the way.”

“Good morning.” Vio says through his giggles. “Blue is making breakfast.”

“He’s gonna burn the toast again.”

“When does he not?”

“I can hear you!” Blue shouts from the stairs just beyond your bedroom door.

You snort and pop your head out. “Sorry Blue!”

Vio smirks and adjusts the corner until they’re flat and decent again. He’d be lying if he said that these weren’t some of his favorite mornings.

Bonus Shadow!

“I know you’re there~” You grin, not looking behind you as you attempt to finish the dishes for the night.

The flickering candle light made the shadows appear longer than they would usually and they sifted with the wave of the fire as the candle burned into the night.

No one answered your little tease but you knew you were right.

There a thickness in the air when you took a breath. It was your only clue that you weren’t alone. Others might have been frightened or confused by your relaxed nature when something was going on but you knew you just had to wait a minute and the problem would solve itself.

You were being watched but you wanted to coax him out.

“I’m almost done here.” You smile and let the water rinse off the plate you were holding before putting in the rack. “Then we can head upstairs a little while. Not much we can do in the dark.”

“I beg to differ.” The voice replies. “There’s plenty to do in the dark.”

You smirk. “Then beg.”

“Well that’s not very nice.” Arms come to wrap around your waist as a chin hooks onto your shoulder.

You giggle as a strand of hair tickles your cheek and you try to blow it aside with a small gust of air but it doesn’t work.

You sigh and let it happen, taking care to not get the person next to you wet. You take the next plate and rinse it under the water, trying to get the soap off of it and put it away to be dried later.

“Are you done?” The voice whines.

“If I say yes, will that you make you happy Shadow?” You smirk and turn your head to look at him.

Truthfully, he looks exhausted as it is. He has dark circles under his eyes and paler complexion than usual. He takes a minute to respond as he looks at the dishes in the sink and back to you. He takes a breath and nods.

You snort and dry your hands, turning around to hug him back properly and rest your head in the crook of his neck as well.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You ask him. “You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

You both stand there in the middle of your kitchen and sway a little, taking in each other warmth and comfort.

Shadow takes another breath and straightens up from curling around you. “Yes, please.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

my masterlist

part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

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santigarcia · 4 years

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bring you in cold

a din djarin x reader fic~

word count: 1.3k

rating: T

summary: You fall in the ice and Din has to keep you warm with his body heat ;)

a/n: I WROTE THIS BEFORE EP 10 and when i watched it i was like O.o . this is just some softness, i might do a smutty part two

bring you in cold

Black. It’s black, swirling nothingness. You’ve fallen deep in the ice. The only light you can see is through the crack where you fell, but it shrinks as you sink. The shock of the frigid temperatures goes straight to your lungs, you swallow too much water. Your limbs too cold to help you swim.

It all happened so fast.

The Mandalorian was chasing a bounty. You’d stepped outside the Razor Crest for one moment to get some air. It was too cold for your taste, the snow crunching under your feet. The Child was asleep, you deemed it safe to leave the ship for a moment to breathe despite the cold.

That’s when the sprinting bounty brushes past you and shoves you onto the ice. Your tumble cracks the thin ice and that’s when you’re plunged into the icy depths.

Mando has two options; leave the bounty or rescue you. But he’s quick on the draw. He shoots the bounty and dives for you. His metal armor is too heavy to swim, and you’re not far from the shoreline. He lays on the snowy shore and reaches into the hole. When you feel his hand, you do your best to grab on. Your frigid fingers are weak. He squeezes a little too tight for comfort, but he saves your life and pulls you out of the icy waters.

He smacks your back until you cough up the water. The oxygen filling your lungs is sweet, but it burns.

The wind is biting and unforgiving against your soaking wet skin and clothes. You’re shaking violently. When he sees you struggle to take a step, a gentle but firm arm wraps around you. He walks with you slowly. Normally you’d have swooned to be so close to him, to have your secret crush touching you. You feel the hard Beskar digging into your skin where he holds you too tight. You don’t even feel the chill from it, you’re too cold.

You suppose the only good thing is he won’t notice whether your tremble is from the cold or his embrace.

“We have to get you warm,” he says, his modulated voice is so close to your ear.

When you’re inside the Crest, he turns to leave for one moment to get his bounty. Already the warmer temperatures in the ship have you feeling less cold, but it’s not enough.

You stand in the Crest shivering, waiting for him to get back. You see the snow swirling outside the open door.

When he walks up with bounty dragging behind him, the hatch doors closing is a relief. The warmth grows.

He gets the bounty squared away, then he comes to you.

“M-m-mando,” you shiver, your teeth clattering. “W-what do-o we-e d-do?”

“We need to get your wet clothes off,” he states. He says it so simply, but you feel a tight pang in your chest. Is that just more aches from the cold? Or are you panicking about being seen naked by him?

He’s very still, he knows this isn’t the ideal scenario.

Your fingers are too cold to unfasten your clothes. You both know he has to do it.

He kneels first and begins to unlace your boots. He’s gentle when he grasps your calves to help you out of the soaked boots. He tilts his head up at your asking for permission while his hands hover at your waist. Seeing him like this sends a thrill down your spine, you shudder visibly and nod.

You swear you see a tremor in his hands when he starts to push your pants down your hips. Maybe his hands are cold too, after all they got wet when he stuck his arm in to pull you out. That’s it, it has to be. Right?

He looks down at your feet when he pulls your underwear down with your pants. Your shirt and jacket are long, touching your thighs. You’re not fully exposed yet but you feel it.

He sighs when he stands, you can feel the tension in the air. He doesn’t like doing this to you.

Your jacket comes next, he pushes it off your shoulders. You try to help him untie the fastenings on your shirt, but your fingers shake.

“Let me,” he almost whispers. You’re mortified, he knows it. He remains gentle. You see that shake again in his hands when he unties your shirt. He has to peel it off you, the material stuck to your skin.

You can’t watch him remove the last piece that’ll have you fully naked in front of him. So, you look at the Beskar helmet in front of your eyes. You feel every brush of his fingers on your skin. You don’t miss how he’s trying not to look at you, while also trying to remove you of your clothes.

When you’re completely naked, his head is tilted up at your face. He’s remained calm, doing what needs to be done to get you warm. You tremble still.

“Blankets,” he says suddenly. He turns sharply on his heel too quickly and he hits the edge of a doorway with his helmet. It echoes in the small space with a loud clang. You stifle a giggle, and when he looks at you this time you think there must be a smile under the helmet. There’s less tension in the air.

“We can’t warm you too quickly, you’ll go into shock,” he tells you when he comes back with the blankets. He hands you one to wrap around yourself, while he moves around you to dry you off as best, he can.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “You saved my life.”

His helmet tilts up towards your face for a beat. A pause. Then he moves back to drying you off.

“I’ll use my body heat to help warm you.”

There’s no jest in his tone, this wasn’t some scheme to get you naked and in his arms. You know he wouldn’t do that.

So, you nod. Then he nods in the direction of his cot. When you lie down, the lights shut off. It’s completely dark. You can’t even see your hand in front of your face.

“Mando?”

“Din,” he says, his voice is nearby – and clearer. He’s removed his helmet and he’s removing his armor. You can hear him shift around in the dark, the metal clanks against the floor as he sets down each piece.

You hear him step closer to the cot and your heart jumps when you feel the weight shift. He lies down beside you, and you jolt. He’s wearing pants, but not a shirt. His skin is so warm it burns, and you snuggle closer to him. His strong arms wrap tightly around you, and you can feel his breath against your forehead. His chin brushes against your face, the bristles of his facial hair tickle.

“Din?” your voice is timid. There’s only a slight tremor now, but you’re still cold. “My fingers hurt.”

He reaches for your hands, and it dawns on you then that you’re feeling his bare hands for the first time. He holds your hands between his, and he blows between his hands. The hot air brushing over your icy fingers.

He rubs his hands over yours until some warmth returns. His hands move all over your body, rubbing to get the warmth back. His hands shake now, and you know why. You can feel his heart thunder under your ear.

You tell yourself he’s just anxious to get you warm, but that’s not it. You know deep inside it’s because the way you feel in his arms is something he’s wanted. You’re naked and he’s flustered.

“This isn’t how I hoped this would happen,” you giggle out, you figure the ice has been broken enough you can say it.

Another pause.

“Me either,” he whispers.

For the second time today, you feel a shock to your body while surrounded by darkness. And for the second time today, Din Djarin pulls you out.

xxxxx

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 4 years

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Lunar Violence (jjk)

Summary: You’re not a big fan of your best friend’s favorite band, Lunar Violence. Their werewolf gimmick makes you roll your eyes, even if the music isn’t too bad. When she drags you to a concert just as the blood moon rises, though, everything changes.

Warnings: werewolf sex, possessive behavior, choking, knotting, marking, heats and ruts so whatever consent issues you feel are within that realm, unrpotected sex, werewolf dick, abo dynamics

Word Count:7445

Rating: Explicit

You're not normally a fan of gimmicks, particularly with your music. So when your best friend begs you for a solid week to go with her to this concert, you're wary when you do a simple Google search.

Lunar Violence might be the dumbest fucking name for a band you've ever heard, but they certainly seem like they're going for a certain vibe. You'd definitely have been into it when you were a teen, the fake fangs, the facial piercings and torn leather pants, the howling they do at the ends of some of their songs.

The music itself isn't bad, the lead singer is stupid hot and has a smooth low tenor and bedroom eyes.

You flip through only a few of the member pictures before making a decision based on the fact that they're good eye candy, at least.

Your friend Jia jumps up and down excitedly when you tell her and shows you the signs she's made. She's got a thing for the one they call Happy, a lean bassist who has a bright smile and a sexy glare.

"What are with these names? The seven dwarfs? I think they're mixing metaphors."

Jia snorts. "They call the drummer Baby because he's the youngest. It’s not that dumb and the music is really good, you’ll love it, I promise!"

"This is so dumb. You owe me."

"If I get close enough to Happy to make eye contact I'm gonna make him mine and then I'll give you anything you want." Jia says determinedly.

It’s a few weeks before the concert, so you find yourself listening to a few albums and actually getting pretty excited about it. It should be a fun time, get you away from the stress of your every day life, at the least.

You had no way of knowing that the night of the concert would complicate your life tenfold.

“Do we always have to schedule concerts around rutting season?” Namjoon whines after hitting yet another wrong chord on his guitar.

“It’s the best part about this job!” Hoseok grins.

“I can’t fucking concentrate being horny all the time, I agree with Joon,” Yoongi agrees, banging his forehead down on the keyboard.

“Should have called you Horny rather than Lucky,” Seokjin snorts, and Hoseok laughs so hard he nearly knocks over his bass guitar.

Jungkook watches them with a fond smile on his face, his brothers. Not by blood, of course but being the only werewolves in the city made them have an instant connection and camaraderie, and they’d created a pack pretty quickly. The music had come later, they’d all been interested in it, all had some talent and all been blessed with good looks, and after that it was only a matter of who did what and stage names.

Kim Seokjin, with his regal looks and sharp jaw: Prince.

Min Yoongi, with the scar over his left eye he’d gotten scrapping with a grey wolf in the woods behind his house in Daegu as a pup: Lucky.

Jung Hoseok with his easy smile and eager nature: Happy.

Kim Namjoon, always so serious and intelligent: Beethoven.

Park Jimin, with his pretty face and sneaky smirk: Sly.

Kim Taehyung with his sweet nature and affectionate personality: Honey.

Finally, Jeon Jungkook, because he'd been barely old enough to breed when they'd met: Baby.

"Baby hasn't had his first rut yet, yeah?" It's Jimin, smirking, always giving Jungkook grief about something.

Jungkook narrows his eyes and chucks a drumstick at him but it's no use, Jimin catching it in one band and twirling it like a goddamn baton. Jungkook would say Jimin was graceful if he hadn't seen him fall off about a dozen barstools and half a dozen stages, sober even for the latter.

“Kinda late, isn’t it?” Seokjin speaks up, and Jungkook knows he’s teasing but it stings a little, nonetheless.

“He’s only just turned 23. You were two weeks from your 23rd before you ever popped a knot, hyung, or have you forgotten?” Namjoon snarks, and Jungkook snickers as Seokjin makes a face, that vein on his neck pulsing just a bit.

He shouldn’t laugh, they’re just as likely to come to blows during the beginning of a rut and in a full moon cycle, but he can’t help himself

Yoongi, as usual, manages to keep the peace by offering to order pizza and foot the bill, a truly saintlike act since they could go through a pizza each, as hot as their temperature would be running by now.

Jungkook doesn’t say that he’s had a knot for two years now, the very thought of his hyungs knowing that makes him blush so much he hides it by wiping his face with a towel, pretending to have been sweating.

Truly, he should have had a rut by now, triggered by all the pheromones' from the shows they’d been doing, this tour had been particularly rough due to the upcoming blood moon, at least for all the other boys, and it isn’t as if Jungkook hasn’t mated, of course, but a full rut? Not even the hint of it. It worries him, but Namjoon keeps assuring him that everyone gets there in time, people are just different.

Taehyung had been a late bloomer himself, not starting his first rut until he met and fell in love with his girlfriend, a short feisty redhead he’d met after a hand injury from stringing his bass guitar and slicing his palm open. She’d been a nurse who scolded him for not coming in sooner and it’d been almost instant, her green eyes triggering every wolf thing about him, or at least that’s how he tells it, all wide eyed and dreamy.

She’s a near constant in Taehyung’s hotel rooms now, sometimes riding along on the tour bus, but he doesn’t let her into anymore of the concerts even when she pouts, because human mates around a group of wolves around rutting season can be a dangerous time.

Taehyung is one of the gentlest wolves Jungkook knows, but he’d seen him snarl when Yoongi so much as winked at the redhead near a rut, so it’s probably for the best.

Anyway, Jungkook wasn’t worried (much). He’d find his true mate eventually, but probably not at a concert. Maybe he’d start his rut there, at least, around the full moon. He’d never have imagined that he’d find both.

The crowd is nice enough, although they seem a little feral. Some of these girls have signs that should be x rated, but you're not one to judge, especially since you've never actually….done anything too x-rated.

You feel a little strange when you enter the concert venue and you can’t quite put your finger on it. You shrug and blame it on the strong drink your friend had made you chug before you entered since she couldn’t finish it all herself.

It’s like there’s something living under your skin, some rush like heat, and it makes you feel antsy, ready to dance along to the music or at least laugh at your friend losing her mind next to you.

There’s a lot of gimmick to the concert and it’s bright and dark at the same time near the stage. You’d swear you’d seen the guitarist strum with no pick, with a sharp claw instead, but you’re sure it’s makeup, part of the show. They’re wearing contacts, too, you’re pretty sure, and the music is good, your friend isn’t wrong.

The song you’d heard that you’d like is actually their encore song, heavy on the bass and drums, and the lead singer even makes your skin feel hot a little when he makes eye contact and winks at you. The last solo the lights come down on the drummer, he’s on the back stage so all you can see is his long hair bouncing, the flex of his admittedly impressive biceps as he finishes the song.

You’ve been jumping up and down and singing along so much that you’re sweating and feeling a bit dizzy, so you drag your friend out the back alley while she’s still swooning, having gotten a direct smile from her favorite bassist.

“Did you see him? He looked right at me! We’re in love, Y/n. Do you want to be my maid of honor?” She’s babbling when you hear the click of a lighter next to you.

There’s people milling about, it wasn’t exactly a sold out show but there was a decent crowd, and people are now piling into the bar next door.

“Did you like the show?”

When you turn your head you’re shocked to see that it’s the lead singer, a couple strands of his silver hair falling over his eye as he smiles at you.

“Oh. Oh, yes, I liked it very...very much,” you stammer. He’s even more handsome up close. Those are some really good contacts, you can’t tell they aren’t real at all, even though surely no one’s eyes are a violet color like that.

“Sly!” Your friend screams, and you jolt forward, surprised.

The singer’s hand lights on your shoulder and you look down. You have time to think that they must make great money for these expensive special effects because they sure do look like claws before your friend rushes past you, yelling because Happy had come out the back with the rest of the band.

There’s no mob or anything, maybe a dozen people other than you and Jia, but it makes you a bit anxious nonetheless, especially since you’re still feeling just as antsy, hot and dizzy as you were before.

It might be worse, actually, as you stand outside in the moonlight.

“Sly’s just my stage name.” His voice sounds softer, closer to your ear as he leans in. “You can call me Jimin.”

“O-okay,” you stutter, unused to feeling this way. You’re usually more outgoing, talkative, but it feels so strange. You find yourself looking up at the sky as if looking for the moon.

It’s better, once you’re inside the bar, there’s not as much of a crowd and you’re sitting at a big table with Sly...Jimin, you remind yourself, and Jia and Happy, who seems to fit his name well, laughing open and loud with your best friend as if they’ve known each other forever.

After a few hours and a couple of drinks you’ve lost most of that antsy feeling since being indoors, and you and Jimin vibe well, becoming fast friends. You’re both flirty and talkative after getting to know each other, and your mood is lifted from the concert, the alcohol, and the socialization.

You even laugh about calling their gimmick dumb as they dodge questions about where they get their makeup and accessories. You assume it’s some kind of sponsorship situation or contract, not thinking much of it.

You manage to excuse yourself long enough to look for the bathroom, although Jia abandons you since she’s made her way into Happy’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and with a blissful smile you’re not sure you’ve ever seen on her.

There’s someone standing in the hall and it’s a narrow hallway and he’s pretty wide from the back so you stumble a little when you turn, placing a hand on the wall.

“Oh, excuse me!” You say, brightly, but when he turns you gasp, a little surprised by the bright red of his eyes before you realize it’s another member of Lunar Violence.

“Hello,” he says, quietly with a little smile and he has these prominent front teeth that are pretty cute, make him look a lot less intimidating, despite those contacts and an eyebrow piercing and his size.

“Oh, hello! You’re…”

“Baby,” he blurts, and it makes you giggle.

You feel a little tipsier than you’d realized, and you guess it must be since you’ve been sitting down for an hour or so and just gotten up.

He puts a hand over his face, embarrassed. “My name is Jungkook,” he explains. “I’m the drummer?”

It’s cute how his voice pitches up into a question, as if you wouldn’t recognize him. He’s definitely a bit more modest than the other two members you’d met, with Jimin and Happy (who you’d just learned also goes by Hoseoki), bragging about tours and performances.

“Pretty big for a baby,” you tease, and he makes an embarrassed sound in the back of his throat.

“I keep trying to get them to let me change it,” he mutters.

You introduce yourself and he smiles again, and his eyes aren’t as red as you’d thought at first, anyway, maybe it’s just the light. You brush past him as you continue to the bathroom after excusing yourself, and it’s a little zing through you, like static electricity.

It takes you longer in the bathroom than it usually would, that last drink really must have packed a punch, and when you return to the table Jungkook is sitting there, too, next to your empty chair. Jimin looks a little sullen and pouty, but he smiles at you, those violet eyes crinkling up at the corners, and you give him a bright smile back.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is all energy, jiggling his leg and tapping his fingers on the table and Hoseok seems to be watching him intently.

The atmosphere in general seems to have changed, and after exchanging numbers with everyone with the urging of Jia, you two excuse yourself.

The three men walk you outside and Jimin is close while Jungkook hangs back. You imagine Jimin is so close since you mentioned feeling a bit dizzy and he asks you twice if he can call you a car but you tell him that the fresh air will do you good.

It’s funny, the moonlight seems to energize you a bit. When Jimin leans in to kiss you on the cheek, you jump a little at a sound behind you, something like a bark.

Jimin jolts back a little, eyes widening, and you both laugh at your nerves.

“Stray dog,” you remark, and Jimin snorts.

“Something like that.”

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “So what exactly the fuck happened after I left?”

Jimin is sullen on the couch, arms crossed over his chest with a busted lip and Jungkook is sitting next to Hoseok on the floor on the other side of the hotel room with tissue up his nose, Hoseok tilting his head back.

“Baby is about to go into rut,” Taehyung sings, laughing, his girlfriend draped over him on the bed drowsily, his teeth marks littering her neck and throat.

“Don’t,” Yoongi warns. “Everyone’s just wound up. Full moon is in two days, after all, cut him some slack.”

“Sees one girl he likes and suddenly no one else can talk to her,” Jimin complains, gingerly working his tongue across his lip ring to see if it’s torn.

“You tried to kiss her,” Jungkook growls, and Hoseok pushes on his chest to keep him from getting up.

Jungkook can’t explain why his wolf wanted to rip Jimin’s throat out when he leaned in to kiss you, he’d just met you, didn’t even know your last name, but it was visceral, sudden, something crawling up his throat. He’d almost moved forward to do it before Hoseok said his name, sharply.

“We all get a little possessive about potential mates around the full moon,” Namjoon reasons. “But that’s not the way to handle it, Jungkook.”

Jungkook hangs his head and removes the tissue from his nose with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He looks over at Jimin but he means it for Namjoon. He’s still bitter, somehow, about Jimin’s hand on your lower back, his lips brushing your cheek. It makes his head feel fuzzy, his guts roll.

Namjoon, on the other hand, had been the one to “discover” Jungkook, back when he had no idea why his eyes were starting to change color with the moon cycles or why his nails grew out like claws. He’d started learning percussion just to get rid of some of the energy he had around those times, and he’d been 17 when Namjoon approached him in a music store when Jungkook was looking into buying cymbals.

Jungkook had been abandoned when he was a baby, adopted at four years old and he had no idea about his wolf lineage, or even that they existed, until Namjoon explained it to him.

“Jungkook doesn’t know his lineage,” Namjoon reminds them all. “He might just be presenting as an alpha, that’s a lot around the full moon, Jimin, you remember.”

Jimin grumbles something under his breath and Jungkook has to take a deep breath through his nostrils, smelling iron from their scuffle earlier, in order not to lunge across the room and hit him again.

Eventually, Jungkook has to move to his own room despite usually bunking with Jimin, and he finds himself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. He keeps seeing your bright smile, your curls bouncing around as you talked and laughed, mostly at Jimin, and it makes him stiffen to think of how Jimin had met you first.

Why did it matter, anyway? You’re just a person, just like he is, just a girl, and he doesn’t have the best track record with talking to girls, anyway. You’d been in the front row, with your friend who Hoseok had gotten so smiley about, he’d seen you just before he started his set, his vision clearer around the full moon.

The others laughed at him for how he talked about “the wolf,” as if it wasn’t a part of him, as if it wasn’t who he was, but that’s how it had always felt. He just hadn’t had a name for it until he’d met Namjoon. It was like this thing, inside him, this beast, something that clawed and scratched to get out.

Seokjin keeps telling him that he’s fighting the wolf, that’s why he hasn’t gone into rut or popped his knot, that’s why he feels so achy and fidgety around the moon cycles, that’s why he hasn’t shifted. Namjoon would always respond there was no way to know that but Seokjin just rolled his eyes.

“Aish, I’m your hyung, listen to me. I fought mine, too, when I was young, and when I shifted I broke a few bones. You should give in, let it ride in the front seat once in a while.”

Jungkook had nodded at the time but now, he doesn’t know how to do that. Drumming helped, it was a lot of work and energy expelled and it felt like he could let him out, the wolf, just a little. It’s why he’d gotten so big, staying active and lifting weights was something the wolf liked.

The wolf came sometimes when he masturbated, too, when he’d feel particularly worked up around the full moon, after a concert, sweaty and rolling his hips into his hand.

When he tries it after meeting you, he can’t even finish, ending up panting and sore, the wolf still snarling over the memory of Jimin’s lips barely brushing across your cheek.

Surprisingly enough, it’s Jungkook who texts you first. Wanna go for a drink?

You’re not sure whether to say yes at first, you’ve been feeling so strange. You can barely sleep, your skin feeling hot, as if you’d burned yourself with a too hot shower. You think about that night at the concert a lot, Jimin’s violet eyes, Jungkook’s almost red ones, how odd you’d felt.

You would have talked to Jia about it but she’s been abducted by the werewolf band, apparently, you’ve barely seen her in a week and when you had she’d been littered with hickeys and with a big goofy smile.

Part of you wonders if this is all some sex ring cult but she seems happy, jubilant even, so you agree, meeting Jungkook at a downtown bar.

He’s there before you arrive, you can see him through the window sitting at a table, looking wide and a bit intimidating until he lifts his head and smiles at you with a little wave.

His eyes are a warm brown now, pretty and wide, you’re able to notice the shape more without the contacts.

Jungkook is still all energy, maybe that’s just how he is, talking to you more and more as the nights go on and you two share a pitcher of beer, scooting his chair closer. You find he flushes a pretty rose when you flirt with him and can’t stop laughing when he nearly falls out of his chair when you prop your legs up in his lap.

By the end of the night he can’t stop smiling at you and you’re intrigued, moreso than you’d imagined you would be when you’d first met him, smiling shyly at you at the bar near the concert. You start to feel funny again, your head fuzzy, probably from the alcohol.

When you tell him, he’s all wide eyed concern.

You giggle. “Now I know why they call you Baby.”

He huffs a little.

He walks you outside just as he did before but this time he doesn’t hang back, and when you reach the alleyway, he places a hand on the swell of your hip as you take a few deep breaths of the night air.

You’re surprised, laugh a little until you look up into his eyes. You’d swear they looked red tinged again, but surely it’s just the beer.

“Not a baby,” he murmurs, moving closer, pressing you up against the brick with his body, and you hitch in a breath.

“No?” You ask, boldly trailing your finger along his collarbone through the black tshirt he’s wearing.

He shakes his head, leaned down close enough to your face that his nose brushes yours.

“Prove it,” you tease, and he makes this rumbling sound in the back of his throat that makes goosebumps break out across your flesh.

He leans down further, nips at your lower lip, and you moan, body surging forward toward his as if it was made to fit it. You’re not sure if you kiss him or he kisses you, but his tongue is in your mouth, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

You feel hot all over, dizzy in the most pleasant way, at least until he pulls away, gasping.

You whine, a sound you don’t think you’ve ever made before, when he’s not touching you anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps. “I’m sorry. I should go.”

He’s gone before you can even gasp out another whine of his name, and the moonlight on your skin burns instead of cools.

Jungkook tells this story in a burst to his bandmates the next day, hungover with his head pounding.

“You just left her there?” Jimin says, his face shocked, and Jungkook feels the wolf make a growl start at the back of his throat.

Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder and it turns into a whine instead.

“I’ve never felt him that close, hyung. Right at the surface. I wanted to…”

Namjoon and Seokjin meet eyes above Jungkook’s lowered head.

Jimin catches it. Jimin catches everything, it’s one of the best and worst things about him.

“What? You think…” Jimin laughs. “No. She can’t be his.... She’s not a wolf, I would’ve smelled it when-”

Jungkook surges out of his seat, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. “When what, Jimin?”

Jimin’s eyes glow a pale violet as he snarls back, uncaring that Jungkook towers over him.

In the end, Namjoon and Seokjin have to separate them physically as they bark and snarl at each other.

Hoseok and Taehyung are missing, having holed up to ride out their ruts with their human mates instead of the house the seven share.

Yoongi huffs out a breath. “He’s definitely presenting as an alpha.”

“No shit,” Namjoon barks, unusually on edge.

Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung are the betas of the group, and until now there had only been a slight difference among the bandmates despite their different rankings.

Alpha pheromones were stronger and their senses were more heightened around rutting season, particularly for other mates.

In the end, they have to completely change how they house themselves, with Jimin sharing a room with Yoongi, and Jungkook sharing with Seokjin.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook says miserably, his wolf finally calmed as he sits down on the bed.

“It’s not your fault,” Seokjin says, voice much less harsh than Namjoon’s had been earlier when he’d scolded him. “I saw Namjoon during this time, and it wasn’t easy.”

Jungkook looks up at the elder with wide eyes. “Really?”

Seokjin snorts and nods. “Yeah, around the full moon he was unbearable, snarling at everything.”

“I just didn’t want to scare her or...or hurt her...I wanted to put her against the wall and…” Jungkook trails off, embarrassed.

Seokjin only smiles and ruffles Jungkook’s hair. “That’s normal too, Baby. You wouldn’t have hurt her, especially if it’s what we think it is.”

“What...what does that mean?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “Something you gotta work out on your own.”

Jungkook groans and flops down on the bed as Seokjin laughs, heading downstairs to make dinner while things are calm.

He has trouble sleeping again, but this time instead of wondering why, he knew, could almost feel the soft skin of your hip on his palm like it was still there, how you’d moaned into his mouth, whined for him.

Jungkook isn’t sure there’s a cold enough shower to help.

You can’t seem to sit still as the full moon nears, feeling like you might jump out of your skin. You can’t count the number of friends you’d called but no one seems up to going out. You bite your lip while looking at Jungkook’s contact on your phone screen.

If you think about it long enough, you can still feel the way he pressed against you, how the hair on the nape of your neck stood up when he nipped at your lip, how hot you’d felt, how wet…

You sigh and scroll up, seeing Jimin’s name instead. Jimin had been fun to be with the night you’d met, easy to talk to, less….intense. And he didn’t make you feel like you were about to crawl out of your skin, so you ask if he wants to meet up for a drink.

It’s late, by the time you decide, and the moon is out, waxing toward fullness. There’s only a tiny sliver remaining, big in the sky, and you can’t stop looking up at it as you walk to the bar near your house.

You’d chosen it because it’s close and not because it’s where hot drummer Jeon Jungkook, also known as Baby, had pressed you against an alley wall and made you almost…

Jimin jolts you out of your thoughts, calling your name and waving as you approach the door. He’s leaned against the doorjamb, giving you a smirk and you think now you understand why they call him Sly.

It makes you smile and again, you vibe well with him, you get along in the best way, conversation is easy and you don’t feel gooseflesh or your hair stand up when he brushes his fingers against yours.

Jimin knows he’s playing with fire when he replies to your text, but they don’t call him Sly for nothing, and you’re interesting, for a human. He’s only met one other female wolf, a tall and feisty woman with a sharp tongue and the most beautiful brown eyes, but she’d had a mate and well...things hadn’t ended well.

Jungkook thinks of his wolf as this separate entity but Jimin disagrees, let’s his wolf do what it wants, so that all the bad things he feels have some kind of outlet. This was especially so after he’d lost his brown eyed wolf girl, so he invites you back to the house, knowing that Jungkook will be at the gym all night before the full moon tomorrow.

In fact, all of the others will be out, finding fun of their own, and why shouldn’t Jimin do the same? It isn’t as if Jungkook has marked you, or even can, since you’re human.

Your eyes aren’t quite the same shade of hers, but he can pretend.

Jungkook works out until his muscles ache but nothing can shake this feeling he has, like something’s wrong. When he leaves the gym even the moon looks off, as if it’s dimmer than it should be, and something’s pulling him home, like this tug in his gut. It feels like it used to as a kid in his first foster home, when he’d get so anxious he’d climb onto the roof and stare up at it.

He’s almost running as he gets closer, feeling his skin prickle as he gets to the house, his wolf so close to the surface he can feel the fur that isn’t there yet standing up on the back of his neck.

He smells Jimin first, wrinkling his nose at the alpha pheromones, and when he walks upstairs it isn’t as if he decides to let the wolf take over, or struggles with it - it’s instant.

You’re standing in the hall, head tilted up, and Jimin is leaning against the wall, smiling down at you, and when you lean up to just softly brush your lips against Jimin’s, Jungkook’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest, and the wolf barks, loud and warning.

You turn, surprised, and Jungkook doesn’t think, doesn’t act, it’s all wolf. He grabs you by your waist, hefts you up over your shoulder, and begins to walk you to his room.

Jimin protests and Jungkook growls over his shoulder, daring him to try something. Later, Jungkook is glad his friend didn’t follow, because he isn’t sure that he could have held the wolf back.

You kick and yell and beat on his back and Jungkook doesn’t realize what he’s done until he’s plopped you down on his bed, crawling toward you.

You kick him in the chest and it barely registers. You stand up and that’s when he snaps back to himself, at least to a degree.

"Don't leave. You can't leave." It's panicked, his voice, higher pitched almost like a whine.

"I can do whatever I want," you snap.

He makes this sound between a whine and a snarl and it's startling, strange, and you stop at the door.

"I know that! I know, but he doesn't!"

"He..." you turn to look at him and he's trembling, head down, and you step closer, worried. "Baby, what do you mean?"

Jungkook just stands there, still trembling, until you reach out to touch his hair, gently. "He thinks he owns you, that you're his, that no one else can touch you." He explains, almost in a whisper.

"Who is he?" You ask slowly.

He raises his head slow and you gasp when you look into his eyes, instead of a warm brown this burnt amber, red hued.

"The wolf."

You stand there, blinking in surprise, for a long moment before actively telling your feet to move to the door. Unfortunately, your brain seems to have some kind of disconnect to your limbs, because you just step even closer, lean in and inhale along his neck, this scent of sweat and the iron of the weights he’d been lifting washing over you.

Rationally, you know that you should be shocked, horrified, even, that werewolves are real and you’re apparently standing in a house full of them but all you can do is run your tongue along the vein in his throat and Jungkook is trembling all over, whimpering like a puppy.

“Y/n, please, don’t-” he chokes out.

“Why not?” You murmur against his skin, the scent of him making your body react like you’ve never felt before. There’s this ache between your thighs that you’ve only felt a hint of before and you want more, nipping at his skin, unable to think clearly.

“He wants to...wants you,” Jungkook stutters, balling his hands into fists to keep from touching you.

“He does? Or you do?” You ask, lifting your head to pout at him, and Jungkook groans.

“Both,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Then take me,” you say, and you don’t even know where the words came from. Your head feels light on your shoulders, dizzy with the scent of him, how his skin tastes under your tongue, and you do what he did to you the last night you’d seen him, nipping at his lower lip. Your canine pierces the skin and you taste iron on your tongue

Jungkook growls and lifts you again, this time with his hands under your ass and thighs and your legs wrap around him instantly. He all but throws you down on the bed, this time, and you whimper when he grips one of your thighs with his big hand, squeezing the flesh there.

“Mine,” he snarls, that high pitched whine at the end, and it makes you arch your back, claw your nails across his shoulders.

Jungkook leans down to sniff at your neck and growls again, wrinkling his nose and when you open your eyes he’s staring down at you with those red/amber eyes.

You look back defiantly but you’re rolling your hips against his, you can feel him hard against your core and even though you’d never gone all the way with anyone before you want him inside you, can’t think of anything else.

“You smell like him,” he accuses, voice hoarse, and his wide eyes fade back to brown, just slightly, the color dilating around his pupils.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, feeling something like guilt, even though nothing had happened, really, and even it if it had…

He rubs his nose against your throat, covers you with his body like he’s replacing any of Jimin’s scent with his own. He licks against your neck, bites down on your skin, making you yelp.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whines. “I’m sorry, I have to. You’re mine, I have to mark you, have to scent you anywhere he touched you,” he tries to explain, his hands skating down your ample curves.

“It’s okay,” you say, and somehow you mean it, you understand, the very thought of Jungkook smelling like anyone else makes your heart jump into your throat, something primal rise in your gut. “I know, baby.”

“You’re mine?” He says again, voice pitching up into a question just like when he’d introduced himself and it scares you, the way it makes your heart ache.

Instead of speaking you kiss him again, hard, moving your hands to his hair to get him closer. You had worn a skirt and halter out, it’s so warm even though it’s close to winter, your skin feeling so hot under the moonlight that you couldn’t wear much else.

Even as you kiss him he’s tearing at your clothes and you lean up to help him until you’re bare beneath him and panting, this whining noise coming from your throat that you can’t explain.

“God,” Jungkook groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I-”

“You haven’t...haven’t done this before?” Your eyes widen.

Jungkook realizes what you mean and he blushes a bit. “I’ve...yeah, I’ve done this before but not...not like this. I feel like...the wolf feels like...he’s been crazy. Since the first moment I saw you.”

“Like you’re gonna jump out of your skin? Always feeling...hot?” You ask.

Jungkook nods slowly, eyes widening.

“Me too,” you admit. “I don’t...I don’t know what it means. That’s why I came out with Jimin, I-”

Jungkook cuts you off with a choked whine. “It means you’re supposed to be mine.”

He snuffles against your neck again, hands at your hips, still holding back, trembling. “It means he never should have touched you.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, even though you know you have nothing to apologize for. “I want you. I’ve never...I’ve never done this before but I want you so bad,” you admit, clutching at his tshirt, pulling it up until he gets on his knees and pulls it off, tossing it to the side. You spread your hands across his chest and he lets out a wrecked moan.

“You’re holding back,” you accuse.

He nods. “The wolf, he doesn’t….I don’t want to hurt you. Especially...fuck, no one’s touched you like this before?” His hands slide up and down your thighs as he stares down at your body, your breasts, the cleft of your cunt.

Jungkook knows that shouldn’t make him so hard, shouldn’t make his dick pulse in his sweats, shouldn’t make the wolf keen with pride. Mine mine mine, the first, the only is all his brain is chanting, he feels dizzy like he’s drank too much even though he hasn’t had a drop.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, but he can’t, can’t let the wolf out, he’s afraid he’ll rip you apart. You’re human and a virgin and he can’t risk hurting you.

The wolf won’t even let him say it, so he just shakes his head.

You huff out a breath, your body aching all over, need making your arousal coat your thighs. You don’t know what you’re going to say until you say it.

“Should I ask Jimin to do it? I bet he can smell me,” you taunt, shocking yourself.

Jungkook freezes, his eyes bleeding to red again and one hand jolting out to wrap around your throat.

“Don’t,” he warns.

You know you should be cautious since you’re about to fuck an actual werewolf, but fuck, you’re so hot, you can’t think, you need something inside you and you drop your feet to the bed, spreading your legs wide.

“Jimin would mark me. He’d fuck me, fill me full like I want.”

Jungkook feels something in him snap, and his heart hurts and his cock aches and the wolf is keening, clawing inside him and he can’t control it anymore, just like before.

“Never,” he growls, squeezes his fingers around your throat and you gasp, your stomach aching with need.

Finally, finally he slides his fingers along your pussy and you choke out a sob as his thumb slips across your clit but it’s not enough.

“Jungkook,” you whimper. “Make me yours.”

“Already mine,” he murmurs, and finally slides two fingers inside you, making you cry out. “You’re already mine but I’m gonna give you what you want, mark you, fuck you, make sure Park fucking Jimin never so much as sniffs at you again.”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, please, please.”

Jungkook still worries somewhere in the back of his mind that he’ll hurt you, that the wolf will, and by now he understands they’re one and the same but you’re rolling your hips up and his cock feels heavy and full like he’s about to burst, somehow wider at the base and he rips down his sweats, fucking you with three fingers now.

When his cock bounces against his stomach you gasp, and if you’d been in your right mind you might worry he’s too big but something inside you is crying out in pleasure just at the sight of it. You spread your legs wider and he releases your throat, leaning over to kiss you instead, biting your lip as he slowly works himself inside you.

It’s a tight fit even after three fingers and you’re whining into his mouth, wanting more.

Jungkook isn’t a virgin, far from it although a little less experienced than some of his band members (Hoseok had once bragged about fucking a house of sorority sisters during a rut), but the way you clench around him has his hips twitching, wanting to buck into you even if it would split you open.

Despite his worry, neither he or the wolf wants to hurt you, though, so he waits for you to adjust even as you beg, waits until you can take all of him.

He’s barely realized that he’s popped his knot until he looks down to see where you’ve joined and he groans. He knows how to do this, has been talked to (endlessly, by Taehyung, about his human girlfriend and how she desperately wants to take his knot and they’re working on it but it will take time and training), knows that you can’t take his knot but the wolf is howling for it, wants to fuck you hard and then pop it inside you, spill a littler into your womb.

You whine and pulse around him, reaching up to tug at his hair. “Kookie,” you pout. “Baby. Want you inside me, fuck me harder, please-”

“I can’t-” he chokes out, but then you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper and the wolf growls, leans down, mine mine mine chanting in his head. My mate.

You felt a tiny pop when Jungkook first entered you, nothing painful and then just need, you want more and more and you don’t even know how to say it. You look up at him, near tears, needing something that you feel he won’t give you.

“I’m not yours yet,” you slur, and he looks pained, his eyes dilating from warm brown to amber red again and again.

He rocks his hips against you slow, and you’ve orgasmed twice already, once from his fingers and one from his cock but it’s not enough and you whine, it comes out almost inhuman, like his.

“Fill me up,” you urge, and Jungkook tries to hold the wolf back, he really does, but he’s too far gone, this close to the full moon and in the start of his first rut.

Jungkook groans, fucks you harder and faster and when you cry out his name his balls draw up and he thrusts forward harder than he’d meant to, popping his knot inside you.

You make a surprised sound and his eyes pop open, his hands cupping your face even as his hips twitch as he cums, spills inside you.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry,” he mourns. “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry,” he babbles, kissing along your neck and throat, seeing that he’d already marked you twice, once on each side of your throat, and he barely remembers it.

You let out a happy sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling finally sated, at least for the moment. “What are you sorry for, silly baby?”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” He asks, and you look up into his eyes and they’re heterochromatic, now, red hued amber and brown both.

“You’d never hurt me,” you mumble against his throat.

“Never,” he promises. “Never, I love you so much.”

You’re half asleep, sated with him still inside you, planting soft kisses on your lips and face. You don’t know where you’d learned the word, but it feels right when you say it, right before you drift to sleep.

“I love you too, Alpha.”

It takes a while to understand, especially between Jungkook being barely able to leave his room since he’s in rut and you’re in heat, but eventually, you figure it out.

Your great grandmother had been an omega werewolf, and it’s a recessive gene so you’d been the lucky one to receive it. Since you had never shifted because your gene wasn’t activated by male wolves, you had no smell.

At least, not until the full moon, when you shifted into what Jungkook says is the prettiest wolf he’d ever seen.

After, when you’d near your heat, Jungkook would snap and snarl at the boys so much just for talking to you that it made you roll your eyes, but eventually you got the dates right (for the most part, there’d been one instance in which Jimin had made a snarky comment and Jungkook had lunged at him and they’d gone rolling down the stairs), and you holed up in your apartment, instead.

Jungkook was working with Seokjin to understand that the wolf is him instead of some seperate entity. You tell him you’ve always known that. From what you know now, if the wolf wasn’t, he would have taken you the very first night. True mates are rare, and you’d both known it the whole time, even when you hadn’t.

You and Jia went to every concert, her always telling you her neverending sexcapades with Hoseok to be able to take his knot, front row, waiting for your Alpha’s set. It’s cute, you think, that they call him Baby on stage but he’s your Alpha, especially since he’s both, always, to you.

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